“You shouldn’t get so lippy,” he said. He sounded a bit regretful, and worried.
I was feeling my face, and my lip. “I’m a little swollen in that department.”
He seemed relieved—perhaps because I wasn’t angry. In fact, I was still too stunned to have any opinion at all.
“You okay?” he said.
“Sure,” I said, still touching my swollen lip.
He smiled then, just a good-natured smile, which I found charming—and punched me again—but not hard this time and just on the shoulder.
“You’re okay,” he said. Then he turned and left.
One time he came when I was in the shower, just walked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain, quietly, so that I didn’t know he was there, until I turned around.
Then I screamed.
He laughed loud at this, but had his cock out, and I blew him with the water still running, kneeling on my washcloth in the porcelain tub.