“I don’t know what you’re so excited for. I don’t suck dick.”
“Tuh.” He scoffed and turned my head back to face him. “Yeah, you do. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to suck my dick anyway. It does nothing for me.”
Oh?
“What? Why?”
I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my cheek and the movement turned my head.
“Didn’t I tell you not to question me?”
He pulled himself away from me so suddenly, I couldn’t react fast enough.
Did this man just slap me?
“I didn’t mean to?—”
All the lightness in the room evaporated. He sunk into the chair he tossed his shirt in, watching me. “You’re too smart for me to keep having to explain this.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I’m having trouble finding the will to continue this, Rabbit. You want me to stop?
“No!”
“Then act like it. Focus and control yourself.”
I sat up and looked at him. “Yes sir.”
He exhaled deeply, then balled his fist and bit the knuckle in thought.
“What am I gonna do with you?”
We stared at each other in silence.
I didn’t know why I felt so bad for upsetting him when I just got his approval. Now I wanted to be back in his good graces more than ever.
My hands wandered between my legs as he watched, following my movements.
“I’m sorry, Mr. S. Let me make it up to you.”
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer. I just sunk my fingers into my swollen, aching core repeatedly as he watched me finger fuck myself.
It wasn’t enough.
My fingers weren’t as thick as his, so I couldn’t stretch myself like he could. Still, I worked with what I had and opened my legs up to reveal myself more.
Fuck…
I moaned as pleasure escaped me. That water worked so quickly, now I was rejuvenated and ready for more. I moaned and moaned as the slushing sound filled the room again.
I was lost in it until a firm grip took hold of my very active wrist and pulled my fingers out of me.
It felt like whiplash.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
