Alpha's Pet
I tap my chin with my finger pretending that I'm thinking about it, "That didn't sound like you asking."
"Can… I… see?"
Ahh, see who is really in charge here? I slowly lift the edge of my shirt, showing him the wound’s no longer there, and if he's surprised, he doesn't show it. He doesn't react at all for someone who was desperate for proof.
He unwraps the lollipop and holds it in front of my lips, which I part just wide enough for him to slip it into my mouth.
Oh.
It tastes like sweet, sweet sin.
Bab Populer