Love is a serious mental disease. - Plato
He just wants me to walk with these things inside me. Well, I won't give him the satisfaction of letting these things get the better of me. Taking a deep breath, I lean over, stacking the pots and pans together. My arms shake.
The balls move, making my muscles contract. A moan escapes my parted lips. Setting the pans down, I grab the edge of the counter for support.
"Are you hungry? I know I am."
"You're talking about food, right?" I glance directly at him. Hmm, two can play at this game.
"Come over here and sit down." He pats the stool and holds my gaze.
Inhaling sharply, I slide onto the stool.
"You look troubled. Is there anything I can do to help ease your frustration?" His lips curl up into a wicked smile. 'I understand a good spanking
