I return after three long days, and the first thing I see is a disgusting kitchen. Eeuuww! My anger surges as I realize my boyfriend couldn't even clean up after himself. I grab my cleaning gloves, ready to tackle the mess, but my irritation only intensifies. When he finally wakes up, I can’t hold back. I demand he sit on the counter, my heart racing with a mix of fury and something else. He looks at me, and I can tell he's trying to be nonchalant, but I know the sight of my topless body is affecting him. As I start to clean, I can't help but notice the way he watches me, his eyes filled with desire despite the chaos around us. My frustration bubbles over, and I decide it's time for a little punishment. With my cleaning gloves still on, I lean in closer, teasing him just enough before giving in to the moment. What started as a reprimand turns into a naughty surprise, and I take charge in a way that leaves him breathless. This isn’t just about cleaning; it’s about reclaiming control—and enjoying every second of it.