I cross my arms and glare at him. "What are you gonna do, huh? Force me to behave?

I look up at him, a mix of defiance and submission in my eyes. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for being the cause of his anger, but I can't deny the thrill it gives me to see him so possessive. "Yes, sir. I'll try to behave.

I cross my arms and give him a defiant look "Or what? You'll punish me?