TASTE ME 8

“What does that mean?” he asks.

I let out a laugh.

“It means, you knew what you were doing before you came seeking me out and whatever happens after is consequences of your actions, because you wanted it to happen.”

“Like what?”

“I was actually thinking I would be sprawled across your thighs, your palm pressed flat against my bare bum as you spanked me continuously for going out with Chris.”

I quickly glance at him to see he is gritting his teeth so tight, he probably broke a molar,

“You didn’t go out with Chris, you went to get a car, and why would I do that?”

“You are familiar with punishing a sub and all of the rest that follows right?”

“Punishing a sub?”

I quirk a brow, keeping my eyes on the road, it was a small town with majority of its occupants at the picnic, but I was still getting used to this car, it resembled the other one, but the other one sure dusts this one in many aspects.

“You know a little about what a sub is right? It would eat from the time I would