“We had a deal. As he rounded the corner and walked into the white, porcelain tiled rows of shower stations, he was immediately disappointed. Darius lay across the sofa with his ass in the air, his body being throttled back and forth with his hands clad in fuzzy steel behind him. He uncapped the large container of Sunny D he’d just grabbed from the fridge and downed some. She set the frozen meat in the dish drainer to thaw. that’d be good, baby.”
Heather took on a haughty demeanor as she turned off the TV and her worked up breathing slowed to normal. moan like a bitch! “You handled your new mods well this morning, so I think you deserve a reward.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Heather fetched something from the bag and approached him from the back. I assume you haven’t forgotten how?”
“Well, yeah, I suppose I could make that.”
“And you know how to put hotdogs in a pot of water and set the stove to boil, right?”
“Yeah…” Darius rolled his eyes at her condescension.
