what happened to Tim.1

AXEL

"Fuc---" He paused in shock.

I licked the drink that is on his face.

I, then whispered in his ear...

"I did't like the taste of alcohol, now it tastes good."

I reached out for the tissue and sexily wipe it around my lips.

Tim giggled a bit and his arms wrapped a lot tighter. Nice.

I lifted my already short tight dress to expose more of my tanned skin.

I saw him glanced at my thighs, Tim pulled me closer to his body. I felt his very warmth body.

"Dara, why aren't you being a good girl?" He slowly whispered as if all this things are new to him that it is driving him crazy.

"You look innocent and gullible back to the store and now ugh." And now he is totally hugging me with those stoned arms. Is he planning to suffocate and kill me? Ugh.

"Tim." I mumbled.

"Hm?" He answered while kissing my neck.

I offered him a drink. He just laughed but ended up drinking it.

"What am I thinking? Of course you are tensed. You are my little girl after all."

I was faking my nervousness and obviously showing my tensed feeling. I offere him another drink after another and many more times.

"Hey, hey, you're unfair, I am the only one drinking." He then poured me a drink.

I acted hesitant but of course I'll drink it, no choice.

In all honesty, I really hate the taste of any alcoholic beverages. My face naturally reacted with disgust, I even stuck my tongue out because it tastes horrible.

That made Tim laughed. I looked at him, his eyes were tipsy, already just half opened.

"Tim, let's go to your place." I said and then run my fingers in his showing chest.

He smirked and no words were uttered.

I suddenly felt worried remembering Tim is high yet he will drive but I just let it even though the car's path is not straight.

We are now in the elevator and I purposely rub my bust against his arms that I am clinging to.

Tim sneakily touches my thighs. We were just having those kind of skinship until we reached his unit.

I hurriedly pulled him inside the room and pushed him hard that he stumbled and fell on his bed.

His lips formed into a smile.

"Your nasty smirk still boils my blood." I told myself.

I tide his hands in the head board of the bed then blindfold him and undress him.

I even heard him complained that it's too tight when I was tying his hands and legs.

You will be more hurt just a bit later.