He smiled, even though it didn't reach his eyes. “You can. Just for tonight.”
The dark promise in his voice didn't sit well with me. I'd seen that look when he spanked the living hell out of me…
Wait a freaking moment. He wouldn't consider doing that, would he?
“No, I'm not doing that.”
“Wait…” I widened my eyes. “I didn't say —”
“No, you didn't. Your eyes did.” He rose from the bed. "So, what will it be, Lylah? You have a minute to choose between giving me a blow job or being deprived of feet sweeping off the ground orgasm.”
I scoffed. “Is a blowjob a punishment? You just want to feel my lips around your disgusting c**k, you psycho.” It wasn't a punishment, I was certain about that, but when his lips lifted in a smirk, I realized I might be wrong with my assumptions. That smile alon
