It didn't come. His fingers smoothed some of the tangles in my hair as he continued walking around me. I heard him step up to the dresser and pick up the leash. Once it was clicked into place, he gave me one command.
"Come."
The deep baritone that rumbled from his chest with that word had me closing my eyes in relief as he tugged the leash. The leather from the thick collar dug into my neck slightly and I followed on my hands and knees out of the bedroom. He walked me like a dog down the hallway and into the bathroom, leaving the door open and hooking the loop of the leash onto the door knob. I kept my eyes down as I heard him use the toilet and then wash his hands. When I thought he might be looking at me through the mirror in front of him, I darted my tongue out to lick at my lips and adjusted my sitting stance so my knees were further apart.
He hummed a little in the back of his throat as he lifted the leash and tugged again without a word. I followed him down the hallway to the living room and flinched when the end of the leash slapped my ass cheek like a whip. The leather stung and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I hadn't expected that.
He brought us over to the couch and I sat in front of him, facing away, as he sat down on the cushion. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. Were we just going to sit here, him on the couch, me on the floor, to watch television? The air in the house was a bit chilly because while I was cleaning, I'd opened the kitchen window a crack to air out some of the harsher cleanser scents. My nipples were pebbled tightly and goosebumps rose on my legs. I shifted to get a little more comfortable on my heels when Sam's fingers went through my hair much like they had in the bedroom. I closed my eyes in contentment as he gently worked the knots from the bun I'd pulled out of my hair in haste. The warmth from his body on my back felt divine and I adjusted myself again to be closer to him. Now my butt was on the cold floor and my legs were bent to the side of me but his knees and thighs pushed against my shoulders and kept me feeling warm. Once my hair was falling down my shoulders more smoothly, he gathered the strands and started braiding them. The thick plait fell down my spine and he tied the end off with an elastic band. I wondered if he'd picked up the one I had discarded on my run down the hall or if he was just magic that way.