"Maybe I'm hoping you will." I said.
And truth to tell. I was kind of hoping he would.
But then he did! Shit!
He grabbed my arms first. Then he pushed me back on the bed.
"What are you doing, you asshole!" I screamed at him.
"Fuck you!" He said.
Well, I wasn't going to just layover for him. Hell, No!
I kneed him good, right in the gut. The problem was his six-pack might as well have been a brick wall!
He grabbed one of my wrists. He was trying to get the other so he could pin me down.
I fought like hell. I lashed out with my free hand. And, shit, I wasn't even trying, but I scratched him right across the face.
"Fuck!" he hollered.
And there was blood coming out!
He raised his right hand then. And I swear to God, I thought my life was over. I mean, he looked like he was gonna put me out of my misery then.
But then he cursed, came back to his senses, and as fast as lightning reached down and grabbed my other wrist.
I hated to lose a fight. I tried to knee him in the groin and missed!
Then before I knew it, he had my legs pinned down with his own. So there was no way I was gonna try kneeing him again.
As for my arms, he had me by the wrists. There was no way I was gonna be slapping or scratching at him.
He took in a big breath then. Then slowly exhaled. He was really sweating now, too. Some of it dripped onto me.
I admit it. He smelled good! Shit. It turned me on.
I mean how would you feel having a hunk of a man holding your arms down by the wrists, and holding your legs down with his own?
Daddy looked at me real carefully. And like I said, his steel colored eyes were like daggers when they looked at you.
A little bit of blood dripped from his face onto the mattress.
I was loving all this. I mean it. I loved the attention. I couldn't have been happier. But I wasn't gonna let him know that.
"Get off me you fucker. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He just kept eyeing me. Thinking about it himself.
"All I want is the ticket," he said. "Then you can fuck off."
"Well, I guess, you'll just have to get it yourself." I said.
"Don't think I won't." He said.
I challenged him with my eyes. Goddam it, I wanted his hands down my pants. That's what this was all about really. I was getting excited. My pussy started getting wet.
I tried not to show it. But I don't think I was hiding it well.