Chapter 34: Naughty

Love is a serious mental disease. - Plato

He just wants me to walk with these things inside me. Well, I won't give him the satisfaction of letting these things get the better of me. Taking a deep breath, I lean over, stacking the pots and pans together. My arms shake.

The balls move, making my muscles contract. A moan escapes my parted lips. Setting the pans down, I grab the edge of the counter for support.

"Are you hungry? I know I am."

"You're talking about food, right?" I glance directly at him. Hmm, two can play at this game.

"Come over here and sit down." He pats the stool and holds my gaze.

Inhaling sharply, I slide onto the stool.

"You look troubled. Is there anything I can do to help ease your frustration?" His lips curl up into a wicked smile. 'I understand a good spanking does wonders for releasing sexual tension.'

"No, thank you," I reply.