Chapter Two
Alex cleaned up in the kitchen. Cute Thing, still heavy hanging, occasionally bumped his thigh and made him wince. The stinging had gone somewhat into remission, but reemerged at any jostling. Alex stared between his legs at the purplish-red lines that crisscrossed his member. With a simple moment’s rest, he felt he could recover, but hearing Kimberly in the bathroom and knowing what he would do for her when she came out, kept the blood flowing through that sensitive area—though it couldn’t make it rise.
Since taking her first special princess kiss some three weeks before, Kimberly had casually mentioned that she thought they would be for special occasions. Yet, Alex had been summoned and put to work after every shower since his tongue had gone where few men’s tongues ever ha
