Chapter Twenty Two
“Arthur, bring my panties. I need to get moving.”
“Yes, Miss Julie.”
“I’ve got a date tonight with Dale, that dreamy guy that I met at the bookstore last week.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Are you pouting, Arthur?”
“No, Miss Julie.”
“Did you think that you were going to be my lover when I rescued you from Emma?”
“I…”
“The problem is, Arthur, that you don’t really want me to treat you like a man. You crave being controlled, degraded and treated like a wimp. That’s fine with me. I love looking at the play of emotions that run through your eyes when I’m being cruel.”
“Miss…” Arthur wailed.
“See what I mean. God damn it, that look causes my p***y to f*****g melt down. If I had time I’d let you… Get me another pair of panties, these are soaked.”
“Miss Julie?”
“What?”
“It’s be
