“Malcriado, you’re asking for it.”
“Was that supposed to sound ominous?”
“Vato, your mouth is asking for something your ass isn’t ready for.”
“It sounds like you’re hedging your bets, Papi. Are you sure you can dish out what you’re hinting at?”
“Get rid of the cup.”
He stared at me, our gazes locked. Neither of us gave much notice to him placing the cup on the table next to the bed.
“Well?”
Goddamn, he would be the end of me.
I stepped off the bed and moved to the bathroom. I planned to paddle his ass before fucking the brat in him silent, but the more I considered it, I decided not to play into his demands.
“Hayden? Where the fuck are you going?”
“To shower.”
Thankfully, he couldn’t see my face as I walked away. I fought to keep the self-satisfied smirk from my face as he sputtered indigently behind me.
“Get back here!”
“I’ll be back. After my shower.”
“Goddammit. Hayden Marin, you can’t make promises like that and not deliver on them!” he yelled.
I didn’t answer, and while he didn’t speak to me any further, the frustrated shout and thrashing from the other room told me all I needed to know. He’d been looking for a spanking, and not giving it to the little brat was a better punishment than lighting his ass up.
Although, I’d have loved seeing that perfect round peach of his glowing with my handprints. Or belt marks. I’d used my uniform belt on a girl once, and it left the most beautiful stripes on her ass and thighs.
Oh, well. Maybe I’ll surprise him later today.
I reached into the shower, flipping it on to heat up while I searched for a toothbrush. Not finding one, I picked up the solo toothbrush from the glass on the vanity and stepped back to the bedroom doorway. He had tossed himself back on the bed, and from the looks of the bedcovers, he’d had a tantrum. The bottom half of the bed hadn’t beenthatdisturbed when I left the room, and now, the comforter, blanket, and sheets were all pulled loose, exposing the mattress underneath.
“Is this yours?” I asked.
He raised his head. “Is that my toothbrush?”
“I dunno know. That’s what I’m asking. Is this your toothbrush?”
“Umm, yeah? Did you get it from the cup on the sink?”
“Umm hmm.”
“Then, yeah. Who else would it belong to?”
“Okay. I’m going to brush my teeth and hop in the shower.”
I turned back to the bathroom.
“Wait! You’re not going to brush your teeth with my toothbrush, are you?”
No, but he didn’t have to know that. I ignored him, stopping in front of the sink and waiting. When I didn’t hear him coming toward the bathroom, I glanced around, smirking when I caught sight of the toothpaste. I turned on the faucet and yelled, “Where’s the tooth… never mind. I found it.”
Scrambling, grunting, and a lot of cursing came from the other room, and I couldn’t help but smile. I grabbed the tube, squeezed a large dollop onto the bristles, and held it out to him as he stumbled through the bathroom door.
