“you’re a mess”
i don’t answer him. he isn’t looking for an answer. not yet circling me he says “stand up straight for fucks sake. you look like a petulant child.”
yes sir. even though i know you like it that way. like me to fight a little, pout a little, be difficult. maybe i don’t want to fight today.
coming to a stop in front of me he runs his hand through my hair, leaning in to smell my neck. i feel the shivver run through my body “when was the last time you showered?”
i don’t answer him. he wants one this time but not until …
he grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back, bringing tears to my eyes. “i asked you a question”
my words are caught in my throat. i feel them burning their way down my body. i can smell him. then his mouth is at my ear, soft, hot and wet, quietly he says “answer me. when was the last time you showered?”
with the little movement his hold on my head allows, i shake my head. i can’t talk. i can barely breathe. i know this game. i want to kiss him, grab his cock through his jeans and whisper in his ear. i want i want i want.
i open my mouth slightly, lick my bottom lip and he slaps me hard across the right check. his hand tightens but more importantly, so does his voice. an edge. of aggression, sex, demand. i could push, but i wont. i don’t want too and i think neither does he.
“not since last night, like you told me.” he smiles then and kisses me where his hand print burns into my skin. “good girl. let’s have some dinner. we’ve got a busy night ahead.”
