Chapter 42 Punishment.

In a brief moment, I'm picked up and toss roughly on Dexter's bed in his private lounge.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He tells me while undoing his clothes.

I can only lay there panting and gasping as I felt Dexter's hand on my leg, dragging me downwards whenever I tried to climb away, "I'm going to punish you, so be a good girl and atone for your sins," he says, his devilish grin growing wider each second as he draws near.

I want to punch that smile off his face but I know better. I know what that smirk is for and who its aim is—me.

He places both hands at either side of my body and leans forward, his face inches from mine as he licks his lips, giving me a good show of how much he loves eating me out, and before I know it, our lips meet.

fu*k!

I bite his lower lip with all of my might till blood flows out, mixing with our saliva.

What is this, why won't he give in.

Gah!

Finally when we separate, Dexter kneels over me, licking the trail of blood, and in a