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“You’re scared to hurt me?” It felt wild to be taunting Thio this way, especially with what I’d seen this morning. For a split second my stomach wobbled and I got lost thinking about that senseless death.

Thio gave me a squeeze at my middle. Maybe he’d guessed at my morbid memories. He gave me a soft kiss that coaxed me back to the present with him, especially when he nibbled on my bottom lip and then gave it a sharp nip that slid his teeth deep into my flesh. His hands were pressed flat to my back to keep me from rearing away, I assumed, though the pain from his teeth wasn’t a real injury, more a friendly reminder that he was in charge.

I love it.

Obviously Thio knew about sex, about… things he had real-life experience with that I didn’t, but Thio knowing stuff wasn’t new, either. He’d always known lots of stuff I had no idea about.

Irritation had me pulling back from him. I was still upset in a way, about the men he’d been with while I was gone. I hated that bastard who still worked for him, but I was tired of missing him, too, especially now that I was in his arms and he was staring at me the way he was right now, with cool calculation and a smug smile.

“You’re so sure I’ll forgive you.” I poked at his belly.

“You’re good at trying to turn the tables, but you’re in trouble, not me.”

“You know what I think?” I played my hands up his chest until I had a grip on the neckline of his shirt. “I think that you’re worried I might like Arlo better.”

His face flushed pink. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him embarrassed, or whatever this was, and horror swamped me as it became clear I’d actually managed to land a jab. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his middle, but all he did was turn and walk to the bed. He wasn’t gentle as he dropped me onto the blankets on my back and then scowled down at me.

“Do you?”

I could tell it was a dangerous game I was playing, but I closed my eyes and sighed, fighting off a smile. “That’s for me to know.”

“Manny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, but I knew I couldn’t look at him or the game would be over.

“You absolute little—” He reined in whatever he was going to say, but then his hands were back, and he slipped his wriggling fingers under my shirt, tickling my stomach. I gasped and tried to fight him, kicking. He got his knees between my legs, though, and then there wasn’t much I could do that way to defend myself. But flailing like an octopus out of water wasn’t working to stop his attack either, and I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to get away when his hand dipped down my front to squeeze my hard-on. My body jolted still like he’d tased me. That caress would have been enough to make me come, but he went back to tickling me and I laughed until I could barely gasp in a breath. I felt like I had to piss for a few seconds, but I was already so hard, and the conflicting sensations somehow turned sexual and had me gasping out moans instead of laughter.

“There,” he crowed triumphantly. “That’s the Manny I want to see. That’s the Manny I want following me around and begging me for things, all sorts of things.” He growled and then moved his ticklish assault up my chest, which didn’t have me laughing as much. He caught my gaze and caressed his thumbs over my nipples while he leaned his weight against me. His lower half pressed firmly to mine.

The sensations were driving me beyond the point of thought. I wanted to do something back, maybe torment him the way he was me, but he didn’t give me a chance, simply leaned down and bit hard at my neck while he continued to dance his fingers over my nipples. My back bowed, and again, I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get more or less of the chaos he was forcing through my body. I wanted to buck him off me but only ended up frantically pushing my hips against his. The way he tickled around my pecs was almost bad, but the jolts that sizzled through my chest and stomach each time he tweaked my nipples were really good.

“Thio, Thio, stop,” I gasped when he twisted my right nipple and it… well, it did hurt, but it was so fucking good, too. The sensation streaked through my gut to have me quivering as the tip of my dick pulsed. The hot excitement that boiled in my belly thrilled and embarrassed me at the same time. I bit at my bottom lip.

Thio’s laugh was positively evil this time as he slid his hands down to my waist. He tried to roll me onto my stomach but I fought. That led to us shoving each other a little until he started with that horrible, wonderful tickling again. I jerked my hands to his, to try to stop him, and fast as a bolt of lightning, he had me rolled over onto my stomach.

The switch in positions forced a moan from me because my dick was smashed against the bed. Before I could decide if this was a good or bad thing, he was tickling my lower back. My hips bucked to get away from him, and the soft pressure against my harder than steel dick had me shaking my head as a wave of heat burst through my lower abdomen. I was almost there. Almost exploding. I reached back and caught his wrist with one of my hands.

“Ah-ha!” I tried to look over my shoulder in triumph, but that was about the time I realized I’d made a mistake. He did a neat trick where he held my one hand tight while I flailed halfheartedly with the other, and all the while he was able to peel his shirt up over his head one-handed and down the arm of the one that was still holding onto me. I gasped when he slid his shirt sleeve down his wrist and onto my wriggling hand. I couldn’t see what he was up to, but he managed to get the cloth twisted around to restrain my hand, and then he snagged my other wrist.

“What are you doing?” I kicked, and he was too quiet behind me. I could almost feel him laughing at me as I strained against the shirt he’d wrapped around my wrists and somehow snugged tight. My heart rate soared as I realized I was trapped, but then a sharp burst of pain on my left asscheek had me stilling. I whimpered, and heat shocked through my body from the tips of my toes to the head of my dick. My breath caught. That time I almost blew my load.

“So, you didn’t listen to me about behaving in front of the men twice now, at last count. So I think I’ll make you count to twenty.” He smacked my right asscheek and I strained to cover the spot with my hands to protect it, but he held onto the shirt tied around my wrists and kept me out of his way. I tried to toss him off me, but that wasn’t working, and when I landed against the bed again, my dick sent shockwaves of pleasure through my groin so that every second this torture went on I felt like I was closer to coming in my pants.

“Thio, what are you—”

He brought his hand down again and another sharp blast of pain exploded on my asscheek. “Was that three or four?”

“What?”

“You’re right.” The humor was back in his voice. “I think that was definitely two.”

“Three!”

“One?”

I groaned and he spanked me again. “Didn’t think you were serious about punishing me.”

“Oh, I’m always serious, especially with my promises.”