“Shid, I’m claiming them on my taxes next year.”
She laughed. “I don’t know where this is going to end?—”
“Ain’t shit ending. This is only the beginning.”
“Beginning of what? You being petty, then trying to fuck strippers because you’re mad at me?”
I smirked. “You jealous?”
“See, you think this is a game. Get out of my face, Basil. Move.” She pushed against me, but I didn’t budge.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “I want to punish you for being bad, Mrs. Hill.”
I could feel her body shiver lightly. “S-stop calling me that.”
“Why? I thought we were back to being professional.”
“Basil . . .” She groaned.
“Nah, call me Mr. Cassidy. Keep that same energy, baby.” I licked her neck and sucked, her skin tasting like warm vanilla ice cream.
“You’re dr-drunk.”
“I know.” My hand slipped under her skirt, and I grabbed a handful of her ass as I groaned. “Mmm, fat, juicy, and I bet that pretty motherfucka wet.”
“Basil, please . . .”
“Please, what? You ready to get that pussy punished?”
“I don—ah!”
I snatched her up before she could finish her sentence, bringing my trusty bottle with me, and I took her over to the bed. Placing her in the center, I climbed in with her. I lifted her shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, releasing those big, bountiful breasts, then I took off my belt. I could see her eyes balloon slightly as I smirked.
“Give me your wrists.” She reluctantly lifted her wrists, and I wrapped my belt around them, tying a knot at one end, then hooked the other end through the bedpost, tying it tight. I picked up her shirt, folding it until it was a straight line, then attacked her lips. I missed them pretty, juicy motherfuckas.
“Mmm.” She moaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue.
“I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too.”
“You gon’ keep running from me?”
She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
This time, I believed her.
“You’re going to go without one of your senses tonight. You won’t be able to see me. But you’re going to hear, smell, taste, and feel everything.”
“No, Baye, I need to see.” She whined lowly.
I shook my head. “This is part of your punishment.”
She laughed. “I’m not drunk enough for this. I’m scared.”
