Beacon looked at Samantha, a smile blooming rapidly on his face. "It's your decision whether to obey me or not, Samantha," he said softly. "But it must be one or the other. If I believe to you be somewhere, and then come to find you, and see that you are not there, I am going to presume you wandered off... and in this house, wandering off is a dangerous proposition at best. If you are not comfortable waiting for me, then let me know before you have agreed to remain somewhere until my return. Your submission to me was and is a beautiful gift, when you choose to give it. I am not angry at you because you disobeyed me... I am angry because that disobedience, had I not caught it in time, would have led to a full fledged panic for me, and ruined my enjoyment of this party. Do you understand the difference?" As he spoke, Beacon released her hair, and stroked her face, walking around to squat behind her and massage her breasts as he kissed the back of her neck. "Don't scare me that way, sweet one," he murmured.