She was finally being the wife that she ought, spilling her worries and apologies in the moonlight like glittering rain pearling on a midnight beach. It was not the function of love's declaration to earn her mercy, he thought, not now.<br/><br/>It was beautiful to see her fall into her place, pulled out of her usual, insufferable rebellion by the gravity of her transgression. He was sure she didn't know yet, but he did believe her when she said that she was sorry. Quietly at first, he stood there as he panicking fingers worked her attired. Then she was taking too much time, patience she didn't have the right to, after what she'd done. The belt shot out to the side, thunder in the city night, to tell of his frustration at her tardiness to become nude.<br/><br/>He was roused when she stood there, modest with her arms, trying one more time for his forgiveness. She didn't know that in his kindness he'd already started the process for her to have his absolution again. This was all for their marriage, wasn't it, him putting together what she had toppled. He was nostalgic for her forms, and the flesh she'd let him have, that had a memory of its own, sometimes more responsive than her mind. To her credit, she did well in here and the hotels he called her to.<br/><br/>"I don't think you are." he said darkly, stepping closer and pulling the belt from both ends, having the leather creak for mercy, also. "I let you have all these things." he gestured out, letting go of the rigid band with one set of fingers. He waved at all the room. "You want your politics to play with, you prance around under my protection." And then he stood there, high above her, looking down. One finger pushed at her crossing forearm. She had better not deny him a full view.<br/><br/>"But you're not civil yet. You can't really handle those things, can you?" he posed as drew his eyes from her dark hair to her pale toes and up again. Beautiful Elsie without a strand of sense in her stunning body. "So you'll have to give them back for tonight, and if you ask for them in the morning, and you've been good, I might consider letting you have them." It was a strange thing to say but Oscar didn't owe her clarity. "First I want you--" his voice then swelled ito a controlled roar. "damned political direction." he cracked the belt toward their thick, high rising bedpost, closest.<br/><br/>"Hold on to it, press your breasts against it. Out with your little ungrateful ass." he ordered. "You're such an upsetting girl." he muttered.