Begging for a Kiss

I ground my teeth in frustration as I watched Brandon turn to pay loving attention to the dog.

“Good job...” he complimented the dog as he placed his large hand on top of the dog’s head and began petting it.

The aggressive black dog that wouldn’t stop barking and baring its fangs at me just a moment ago had turned into a meek little puppy now that Bradon was present. It was even wagging its short tail now that it sat down to be petted. The adorable scene that unfolded right in front of me would have been touching had I not been hanging upside down with my feet tied together right up in the air.

“Bradon…can you let me down now?” I asked while pleading sweetly.

Since acting demanding didn’t seem to work with him at all. I quickly switched to the my ‘poor woman in distress’ mode with the hope that it may work better against him. Bradon continued stroking the dog’s head for a bit as it made cute whimpering sounds in its throat before turning his attention back to me.

“I told you not to le