Page 83 of Off-Limits
“To be honest, I actually forgot about it.”
“And that’s a good or bad thing?”
Chewing on her lip, I can tell she’s trying to figureout how to describe how it feels. I wait patiently, taking a sip of my whiskey, anticipating her answer.
“Initially, it felt uncomfortable, but after a little while I didn’t feel any discomfort…”
“And?” I drawl, knowing exactly what she is going to say.
Dottie screws her face up at me, and I laugh.
“You’re loving this.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, you are, asshole.”
“Pray, tell, sweet Dottie.”
“It started to feel good.”
“Interesting.”
“How is that fucking interesting?”
“Language.”
“Since when?”
“Since now.”
“And if Icurse?”
“Fuck around and find out, Blossom,” I jest, seeing the cogs turning in her pretty head.
Licking her lips, she opens her mouth and closes it, smiling, and I know she’s going to be a brat before she even says anything. Leaning forward on the kitchen bench, she squeezes her tits together and I follow the motion.
Then she mouths, “Fuck.”
One.
Goddamn it to hell, she’s going to kill me.
Standing up, I scull the whiskey with my eyes on her before placing it on the bench and walking toward the lounge. Sitting down, I find her violet orbs watching me, hungrily.
“Blossom, come here.”
“Maybe I don’t fucking want to.”
Two.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,Sir.”
Three.
“Would you like to try that again?”
