My eyes widened, 'What the hell is wrong with him? Lately, he has been behaving weirdly. First he was jealous, then he got touchy, then cold, and now all of a sudden he wants to… is he stressed or what?'
"Master…" I shakily placed my hands on his chest. 'Damn, wow… They are strong and well-toned. It feels so good… okay, get your head together.'
I swallowed. "Why do you want to continue from where we stopped the last time… I thought you didn't like to touch women.."
I yelped, as he suddenly flipped me onto the bed, his arms trapping me under his weight. "Master." I squeak.
"I don't touch women, but I did help someone get released when she was so desperate that I even thought she might die… Do you really want to bring that up now?" his eyes narrowed at me.
My cheeks turned red like a tomato. "I don't know what you are talking about?" I turned my face away.
