Page 64 of Savage for You

“It's been your mom this whole time.” She shakes her head and adds, “But you told me you grew up in California.”

“I know this is wild, and I did I say I grew up there because I spent most of my adolescence there.”

“Wait, so that means my mom is the one you called when you found out about Johnny?” She sniffles.

“Yeah, baby, I called Tatiana. I can't believe she was your mom this whole time too. We will get the answers when we go see my mom. I promise.”

I’m very curious about something though. I have this one memory but I’m going to need a few answers from my mom first.

She nods and continues to cry as I hold her, rubbing circles on her back and letting her get it all out.

I’m a bit pissed about her holding out on me, so I lift her up, grab onto her perfect ass and start walking to the kitchen.

“Rocky! Put me down, I don’t want you to drop me.”

“Pshh, Killer, please, I’m not going to drop you,” I say, rolling my eyes.

I sit her on the counter and pull out one of her liquid death waters. She says not all water tastes the same. This girl and her taste buds, I think we need to get them looked at.

Time for her punishment. No more secrets between us.

“Drink up, you need to be hydrated,” I command.

“So bossy. Hydrated for what?”

Oh, there she is. My sassy girl.

“Keep being a brat, and I'll add onto your punishment.”

“Punishment?” she sasses back.

“Oh yeah, baby. Did you think you wouldn’t be punished for keeping who you are a secret? I think that deserves being punished. Don’t you?”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby.”

I look her up and down and see she’s wearing her SBU sweatpants and a crop top without a bra. Just how I like her. I swear, there is something about a woman in sweats. Yes, my girl looks fine as fuck when she gets dressed up, but this has to be one of my favorite looks.

She finishes her water. I need to make sure she’s hydrated after crying for most of the day, and for what’s about to happen.

I can't wait to spank her juicy ass.

“Let’s go, Killer, time for your punishment.” I turn around, but don’t wait for her to follow me back into her room. I sit in the chair that is by the windows overlooking the city. I lean back, arms spread across the top and my legs spread wide. She walks into the room slowly, unsure of what she’s walking into.

“Alexa, play ‘Die for You’ by The Weeknd.” The music starts playing through the speakers.

“Stop.” She stops walking, staring at me waiting for what’s next. I smirk at her. “Strip.”

“What?”

“I. Said. Strip.” I enunciate each word.

She sucks in a breath and takes off her socks and throws them at me.

“That’s two.”

Next, she slides her sweatpants down and is left in maroon lace panties and her cropped top. She looks good enough to eat. I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen. Taking her top off next with her breasts on full display for me. Just when I think she couldn’t get any sexier, she turns around and she bends over in front of me as she takes off her panties. I bring my fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles.

I groan because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I thought I was in charge but let's face it. This woman owns me.

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