Chapter 10

“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.