“My nasty bed?”
“You just fucked someone in here. I heard you,” she yells, pointing her finger at me. “I’d rather sleep on the fucking floor than lay in the sheets that you just fucked that whore on.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”
When she still tries to get up, I push her back down again and say, “The sheets are clean, just changed a few hours ago. Happy?”
She looks back at the bed like she doesn’t quite trust me but doesn’t try to get up again. When she’s satisfied she can’t see any obvious sex stains, she looks at me. “How did you find me in that hotel?”
“After you drank the tea and passed out, I put a microchip in your ass cheek.”
“You what?”
I laugh because it’s damn funny. “I microchipped your ass, sweetheart, like a dog. Don’t worry, pet, all my men are chipped as well.”
“You’re a fucking psycho!” she yells at me.
“I admit I’m a bit of a control freak.”
“A bit? You fucking tracked my ass, like literally.” She rolls on her side and starts grabbing at her ass. “Where is it?”
“You really think you’re going to be able to magically find it?”
She’s still feeling her cheeks, looking for a slight bump. “I’m gonna get this damn thing out of me, you motherfucker. I don’t care if I have to cut it out myself.”
Laughing when she’s this pissed probably isn’t the best idea, but I can’t help it. She just looks so damn cute when she’s angry. I grab the knife I always keep on me and hand it to her handle first so she doesn’t cut herself. It’s sharp as hell and been used to end more than one life over the years.
“Happy hunting, sweetheart. I’ll give you one hint: right ass cheek. You’ll need to cut in pretty deep to get it. It’s embedded in the muscle pretty good, so after you cut, you’ll need to put your fingers in and dig it out. Good luck finding the spot, though. It’s pretty damn small.”
She grips the knife tightly and looks like she wants to stab me with it.
“Think very carefully about that, little thief.”
She doesn’t try to gut me with it, but she’s gripping the handle so tightly her knuckles are white, and if looks could kill, I’d already be dead. When I see her hesitate, I decide to push her buttons, more out of curiosity than anything else. I want to know what it would take to make her act violently against me.
“You know, you’ve been nothing but trouble since you broke into my damn house, or should I say ever since you spilled water all over me and tracked my ass,” I say, taunting her. “Consider that microchip in your ass payback. I just made it a little more permanent.”
She’s still glaring at me, but she makes no move to stab me, so I keep going.
“I admit, you’ve been entertaining to watch, and I’ve enjoyed making you soak your panties against your will.”
“Asshole,” she mutters, gripping the knife a bit tighter.
“Oh, come on, sweetheart, be honest. The orgasm I gave you wasn’t all that bad, now was it?”
I’m surprised that last comment didn’t provoke her into action, but I’m pretty sure my next comment will.
“The blonde’s name is Chantal, by the way. The one you heard, the one you saw coming out of my room with theI just got fuckedhair.”
If that wasn’t enough, the laugh and smirk I give her is more than enough to spur her into action. She swings the knife, and I see it coming from a mile away, easily grabbing her wrist and twisting it so she has no choice but to drop it or have her bones snap. She makes a wise choice and drops the blade. It clatters to the floor as I sit down and haul her squirming body over my lap.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screams, trying to turn around, but I press down harder on her back, holding her down as I grab onto her pants and pull them down, taking her panties with them.
“Hey!” she yells, trying like hell to get free while also being careful to not hit her injured ankle. “Let me go!”
“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart. You’ve been begging for this spanking since I caught you in my closet.”
“Don’t you dare!”