Rid me of the feel of his hands

“Don't worry, I will deal with him. You don't have to think of him any more than you will.”

I opened an eye and glanced at master, whose expression looked pained.

“Please master.” I tightly held on to his neck as if I were afraid, he might throw me down.

“What do you want?” He lightly caressed my hair.

“I want you to make it go away.”

I had to bite my lips to look pitiful. This way, Master won't know I'm trying to seduce him by acting pitiful when I'm anything but.

If acting like a damsel distressed will get me what I want, then, that's what I will act like.

“I will be back. Lie on the bed.” Master tried to drop me on the bed, but I tightly clung to him.

“Please, don't put me down, master,” I begged while having a pitiful expression on my face.

“What do you want?” My master sighed as he gave me a once-over.

“I want you to make me forget the feel of his hand on me. Please, I need to forget.”

“Don't worry, I won't be long. Just sleep.” He kissed me on my forehead.

“I don't want