“Are you thinking about coming here?”
“No,” I lie.
“Do you want me to come there?”
The idea is delicious. I type “Yes,” then erase it and write “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re supposed to stay at an arm’s distance from me.”
“I was going to do that. I just wanted to watch you sleep. What’s running through that pretty, naughty head of my Angel?”
I tug my upper lip between my teeth. What do I say now? He’s clearly teasing me. I read the text again, my eyes lingering on his declaration of ownership.My Angel.
“I don’t like people watching me sleep,” I try, shifting the subject using something from his message.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, because your question has no answer. I wasn’t thinking anything.”
“Are you sure you weren’t thinking about my fingers or my tongue fucking your little pussy?”
My thighs twitch involuntarily, wetness pooling between them.
“Language, Matleon.”
“Answer, Angel.”
I chuckle. “No, I wasn’t thinking any such thing.”
“Such a pretty liar. You deserve at least ten spanks for how much you’ve lied in the past ten minutes.”
My eyes widen. The image of him spanking me the way I’ve read in books flashes in my mind—R-rated, obviously… it feels nice, but I don’t think I’d appreciate that much pain.
“Sorry, Mr. Matleon, but I’m not into this kink.”
“How would you know without trying?”
“I love my ass.”
“Me too.”
I press my phone down on the bed and fan my face with my hands. Even with the air conditioning running perfectly, my face is burning like I’m sitting in front of a fire pit.
I lift my phone again. “Good night.”
“Good night. See you tomorrow, Angel.”
???
Papa was less hostile toward Matleon today, and I’m very thankful for it. Marco is still hovering around us, only leaving us alone yesterday when we were in the treehouse.
Today, I decide not to work and instead spend my morning hours with Matleon. After breakfast, Mom and Dad leave us sitting alone in the living room, not completely alone, of course, because Marco’s presence is impossible to ignore.
“Hey, Matleon.”
“Hi, Angel.”
