“Hello, honey! How was your day? Mine was beginning to get so unbearably boring without your presence,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant about the fact she’s got me all tied up like a dog.
“Mine too, without you, honey.”
She smiles again, with God knows what intent swimming in those blue eyes. Maybe even he doesn’t know.
“You tased me, baby. That’s not very nice,” I continue, keeping the calm in my tone.
“Neither were you, parading me like a bitch on a leash, baby, but I got over it. You will too.” Her voice is so gentle when she talks to me.
I love how well we communicate.
Summer’s arms slide around my body, and for a second, my brain wants to call it a hug—until she pulls back and I realize she was snatching my knife and the bra that must’ve been sticking out.
“So you’ve upgraded from a chocolate bar thief. A little memento of me?”
“Wear it for me.”
Her lips part, and her eyes flutter. I think I do stand a chance of getting my wish fulfilled.
Circling me once like a predator, she stops at my back. I can’t see her, but I can hear what I presume is her jacket falling to the ground. A minute later, she comes back before me, only in jeans and that lovely bra on, which I think is a size too small because it’s barely covering her tits, and my gift that has found the most exquisite neck to grace. We’ve come a long way from her stating she wouldn’t do anything for me.
“Happy?” she teases, hands gliding down her breasts.
“Overjoyed!” I give her a well-deserved grin, probably looking like a fool, but I don’t care. She’s so fuckin’ perfect, I can’t peel my eyes off her. It seems my dick wants a peek too, not caring about mycurrent predicament.
Taking out my knife from her back pocket, she approaches me.
“Stay still, honey,” she beams.
“Summer!”
“Don’t worry! I’m skilled with the knife. See?”
Why the fuck is she showing off that deep scar on her palm like it proves anything?
“In what universe does this scar showcase how skilled you are with the knife? All that tells me you were clumsy enough to stab yourself.”
“It shows I’ve practiced enough,” she hisses.
“Enough to stab yourself?”
She lets out an adorablegrr, flipping the knife a couple of times with impressive speed and precision, before the blade finds the bottom of my T-shirt. I’m tempted to close my eyes so I don’t have to watch her slip and gut me, spilling my intestines on the ground, when with one swift move, my black shirt is left hanging off my shoulders.
“That’s better,” Summer chimes.
Then she heads for my desk, leaving the knife there.
Good! She doesn’t plan on gutting me like a fish.
When she gets back, she starts unbuckling my belt, all the while her eyes never leave mine.
“You have something fun planned for tonight, my darling?”
“Something you’re gonna love.” Summer pulls down my jeans, and my cock greets her. “You’re already loving it, aren’t you?” she notes when her eyes land on that more-than-enthusiastic greeting.
She yanks my boxers down so fast I don’t even have time to react, and they end up pooled over my jeans.
“I fucking love your dick!” Her confession comes with a bite of her lower lip, making me desperate for whatever’s coming.
