Daddy's Demands
His hand grabs my bare thigh, and I recoil.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby? You like it when Mikey puts his hands on you, huh?”
“Get—”
I don’t even finish the sentence before Mikey suddenly goes flying away from me, like magic. I blink, trying to make sense of how exactly he’s just managed to skip backwards and crash into the wall opposite me so fast, when suddenly, I turn and I see him.
Him.