—Boogeyman—
Goddamn her smart assed mouth is driving me up the damn wall. I ought to take her sassy ass over my knee and spank her till she can’t sit down.
I don’t do it even though my palm is twitching to do exactly that.
Instead, I jerk her toward the front door and push her through it. She will learn to do as she is told.
“Walk,” I order.
She gives me a funny look, but does as she is told until a jolt of electricity hits her. She drops to her knees and falls backward on her sassy ass. When she stepped forward I tasered her in the back of the neck right above the collar. She could take the damn thing off if she wanted to. She is letting her fear control her. I told her it was juiced, and she believed me immediately. As I knew she would.
Tears sting the corners of her eyes and I believe I have made my point.
“Come on.” I put my hands under her armpits and lift her off the entrance of the trailer.
“You suck,” she mutters under her breath.
“No, but I bet you do.”
“You put your dick anywhere near my mouth and I will bite it off,” she growls.
“Sounds like a challenge.” I smirk and shove her back through the door.
She was right though earlier about the trailer. This place fucking stinks.
While Shelly is in the bathroom probably trying to get her collar off, I go through the place opening up the windows to let some fresh air in.
A few minutes later my captive returns to the living room. The red marks on her throat are a dead giveaway. “Only way that collar comes off is with my key,” I inform her as I bite into another of the sausage biscuits I bought. All she needs to do to get it off is twist the buckle to the front. Mind control is a funny thing.
“Figures.” Those sexy caramel eyes roll back in hear head, but she doesn’t comment further. I watch as she grabs the box of trash bags, takes one out, and begins shoving shit in it.
That’s more like it.
I watch her for a while, getting a kick at the various disgusted facial expressions she is making.
“I bet you’ve never put in a hard day’s work in your life.”
Annoyance flickers across her face. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“So, enlighten me.” I fold my arms over my chest and lean against the side of the fridge, watching her work. By this time she has cleared the floor and is ready to sweep and mop.
“If you knew anything about sororities you’d know that we do a lot volunteer work and fundraising. Last year we hosted a benefit for the pediatric intensive care unit. We raised five thousand dollars to give every kid in that wing a good Christmas. This past Valentine’s day I went to three different nursing homes delivering cards and flowers to all their residents. Do you have any idea how many years it had been since some of them had even had a visitor?”
Her words are surprising. I had her colored as a spoilt rich bitch whose biggest concern was what shade of lipstick to wear.
“How special.”
I move from where I was standing and grab the five bags of trash she has collected and toss them outside. Gonna have to get a damn dumpster at this rate.
When I come back inside she has started running water in the kitchen sink for the mountain of moldy dishes. I’m a dick but I’m not going to make her wash that shit even if it would bring me joy just to see how gross she’d think it was.
“Stop. Toss that shit. I’ll buy new.”
“And you call me spoiled.” She slips on the rubber gloves I bought, over her what were delicate manicured hands. Now her polish is chipped, and she could use a shower or a bubble bath. My mind and my dick both instantly go to visions of her naked surrounded by a blanket of bubbles all hot and soapy. Fuck, what a sight that would be to see her perky tits covered in soap suds, teasing me. Goddamn the shit a motherfucker wouldn’t do to watch.
My ass is about ready to go scrub that damn tub myself. I would if I thought she’d let me get in the water with her.
Shelly don’t appear too happy with me right now. Can’t fucking blame her after I shocked the bitch. She left me no choice.
For the first time in my life I don’t know what the fuck to do with a chick. I thought for sure she’d refuse to clean the place. Hell, I was ready to fuckin’ burn the place down and start over but had nowhere else to take her.
Putting the dishes in the sink to soak she does her best to disguise her discomfort.
I know she’s tired, thirsty, and hungry.
I should have saved her a biscuit.
Opening the fridge all I find is some old cheese and two beers.
“Beer?”
I pop the caps off both and hand her one.
Shelly shrugs, but as she takes a swig her face sours and she nearly spits it back out.
“I hear it’s an acquired taste.”
She wipes her mouth on her arm. “It’s not that. I think you got skunk beer.”
I sniff my bottle. It smells okay, so I take a hearty swig just to prove my point but fuck me the minute it hits my taste buds the putrid liquid spews back out my mouth.
“Damn.” I shake my head and dig in my pockets for some gum. “You want a piece?”
“Sure.”
Taking the stick of gum from the wrapper, I press it between her parted lips wishing I was inching my dick between them instead. She has a sexy fuckin’ pout. Thick lips that I know would feel so damn good wrapped around me as I fucked her pretty mouth.
“You like pizza?”
“You offering?”
“I’m not gonna starve you. I like a little meat on the bones.”
“I don’t get you, Boogeyman. You confuse me.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” I admit.