Page 24 of Forgotten Deeds

“Like what?” he asks softly, taking a step toward me. “Like how I’m thinking about my dick being inside this pretty little pussy of yours?” I nearly choke on a sip of coffee, taking a step back. “Or how I’m thinking about what this pretty little pussy tastes like?” he says, licking his lips as he takes another step toward me, caging me against the wall with his arms. “I already know what your pussy smells like.” Leaning in, he inhales deeply against my neck, my body going ramrod straight. “So fucking sweet,” he declares, his lips brushing the delicate skin behind my ear. “My new favorite smell.”

“We need to go,” I manage, barely above a whisper.

“Sure, wifey.” Smiling, he releases me from his cage.

I cross an arm over my painfully hard nipples. “Give me five minutes.” Walking briskly to the bedroom, I gather my things before hustling to the bathroom. I change into my bra and a new sundress, but now there’s a problem. The gift shop didn’t sell panties, so I’m left with two choices: keep on the damp pair I’m currently wearing and risk him sniffing me again, or go without panties.

Go without panties it is.

“Ε?σαι ?να ?ραμα,” Darius comments as I step out of the bathroom. “You are a vision.”

“I look like shit,” I say dismissively, walking over to stuff my dirty clothes in my backpack.

Suddenly, I’m being hauled over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I squeak, dropping my backpack. He takes a seat on the couch, splaying me over his lap before his palm comes down hard on my ass. “Oww!”

“I will gift you with compliments, Lily, and you will accept them with your pouty little lips turned upward into a beautiful smile and say, ‘Thank you, Darius.’”

“What the hell? You can’t just—”

Whack.

“Spank me—”

Whack.

“Like—”

Whack.

“A—”

Whack.

“Child!”

Whack

“Stop!”

“Now, let’s try this again,” he says, patting my stinging ass in warning. “You are a vision. Your turn.”

“‘Beware of Greeks bearing gifts,’” I spit at him.

His laughter causes his entire body to shake. “Touché,” he says, smacking my ass even harder, causing tears to well in my eyes. “But not the response I’m going for.”

“Thank you, Darius,” I grit through my teeth.

“Good girl,” he purrs, massaging my ass cheek with his big hand before placing me on my feet.

“I hate you,” I hiss. But more importantly, I hate my traitorous body at the moment—especially my throbbing pussy. It’s official: there is something seriously wrong with me.

“You don’t,” he says, playfully flicking my nose. Grabbing my things for me, he says, “Ready, wifey?”

I answer with a death glare, marching to the door and flinging it open. Stepping out into the hallway, I eye the emergency exit.

Darius shakes his head, having caught up with me. “Don’t do it.” With my ass cheeks still throbbing, I heed his warning.

We catch the elevator, and I walk to the opposite side, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. “Come on now, I don’t bite. Well, I do bite sometimes, but I promise you’ll like it.” Darius playfully snaps his teeth at me.

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