“Hold your horses, darlin’. I’m afraid ‘sorry’ just isn’t gonna cut it this time.” Phillip Graves informs you, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans back in his chair, watching you. He loves that you have spirit but reminds you that you are his. He gets to his feet, walking around his desk until he is in front of you. “Sweetheart, you know I only want the best for you.” He says quietly, stroking your cheek. “Now be good and bend over the desk. You gotta learn to respect me, understand?” He watches you intently, flexing his fingers. “I want you to count them out for me, baby. And try not to be too loud - the boys don’t need the distraction.”