Page 64 of Bazooka
“What did I say about touching my phone?” he growled, pulling down my joggers. I gasped and tried to free myself when he slapped my bare ass.
“What did I say? Did I or did I not tell you that you would regret it? Did I or did I not warn you?”
“Fuck you and your warnings,” I bit out.
“Why do you make me do this?” he said through his teeth, hitting my ass so hard my eyes watered.
“You will never touch my phone again.” Slap! “You will never be insolent again.” Slap! “Am I being clear?” Slap!
I blinked away my tears, cursing him.
“Answer the question.”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, drawing a shaky breath.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Iwilltouch your phone again, Alisson.”
What can I say? I was an idiot.
Bazooka choked out a laugh.
“Stop making me laugh, Luz.”
“Why?” I said, wiping snot from my nose. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Not sure,” he said with a sigh. “Now, say, I will be good.”
“I will be good.Never.”
Bazooka groaned. “God, you’re driving me crazy. Get up and fetch me a pain relief cream before I do something I’ll regret.”
“Fuck off. You don’t get to feel better about this.”
“I already feel better. Do what I said. Don’t make me lose it again.”
I scrambled to my feet without pulling up my pants and flipped him off. His gaze slid down to my erect dick, and he smirked, blatantly staring at me. I turned and limped down the hall, not because of my ankle but because my ass hurt like the devil.
When I came back, he was scrolling through his phone, cool as a cucumber. Even the towel around his hips was perfectly in place.
“Resume the previous position, brat,” he said without looking at me.
I did what he said because I was too drained to argue. Also, because I didn’t dare disobey him.
“You fucker, that hurt,” I mumbled, as he started to rub the cool cream into my buttock.
“Why do you have a boner then?” Bazooka asked me a legitimate question.
“‘Cause you turn me on… fuck, this feels good!” I whimpered as he kept massaging my ass.
“Well, you exhaust me,” he said, applying the cream to my other buttock. “Does this hurt?”
“Your hand on my ass is heaven, Baz,” I admitted. “Oh, fuck… yeah, right there. Put more cream on that spot, Baz.”
“Here?”
“Yeah. My crack hurts too, by the way.”
