Chapter Ten
My stomach hardens like a giant c**k. My toes curl as if from an orgasm provided by… err… a giant c**k. And my ears turn as purple as… why not, a giant c**k.
The worst part is, I have no idea why I’m reacting so strongly. I knew he had the remote, and I put on those panties because I had a fantasy of him activating them. Yet at this moment, it’s all I can do not to run out of the restaurant screaming in shame—and I don’t care if screaming in shame is not a thing.
My emotions must be displayed all over my face—and likely on other body parts—because he sets down the remote with a frown. “Are you okay?”
“I want that back,” I manage to say and grab for the remote.
He yanks it out of my reach. “Not so fast.”
“Give it.” I snatch at the remote with all the speed I can muster.
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