#puck vc She made me reflect on the fact that i am kind of a huge brat

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆@silvertiefling // continued from here.

Submission was not one of Katya's strengths, Puck knew. She could be something of a brat at times.

At first, this irritated the bhaalspawn. His mere presence would have anyone else bending at the knee, yet she stuck up her nose at him. Laughed at him. Taunted him. She had seen too much of him to feel intimidated, and this frustrated him more than he could even begin to express. It made him feel ugly. Forced him to confront a part of him that had spiraled out of control.

The truth was that Katya was not the only brat in the room. In fact, compared to Puck, she might have been the most obedient pup in the world because he was not only a brat but an entitled one. A royal brat whose every word was law & every action was correct. Either he got his way or his Father would hear about it.

Or he choked you to death. Usually he just choked you to death.

But Puck quickly learned there's a certain kind of pleasure to be derived from putting Katya in her place. Her defiance only meant her obedience was all the more satisfying. As if he'd earned it rather than received it simply because that was what people did around him. Once upon a time, he used to experience such a triumphant feeling more often as he needed to prove himself worthy of his title. He had long since proven authority, however, and the pleasure of another's obedience had become stale. Mundane. Mandatory.

Until now.

Warmth spread throughout his body when Katya got down on her knees without complaint. Puck combed his fingers through her hair, claws scratching with uncommon, practiced gentleness as her head laid on his thigh. With his spare hand, he tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair in thought.

❝ Hm . . . I was mostly curious to see what you would do, if I'm being honest. I expected you to pout. ❞ He leered down at her, still petting her head. Had she thrown a fit, he had recently acquired a muzzle he'd like to try on her.

Instead his hand fell from her hair, so he could hold her chin up with his index finger & trace her lower lip with his thumb. ❝ Does my good, sweet girl want a treat ？ ❞