"Let me see how my marks look," Kimberly said.
Alex,
dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt, was fluttering about the
kitchen, nervously arranging things for the party. She had forbid him to wear
underwear, wanting him to worry that her friends would know serving them
excited him, even though she knew it wouldn't really be that obvious in black
pants. Alex dropped his pants to his knees, turned his back to Kimberly, and
lifted his shirt up. The stripes from spelling her name, though three days old,
still showed. "Those were some good ones, weren't they? Some of my best, I
think." Kimberly pinched one and twisted the sore skin, causing Alex to
wince. "Say, I'm wearing Kimberly's best."
"I'm
wearing Kimberly's best," Alex said. He was rewarded with her hand, which came
around his hip and passed, twice, over his member.
"Please,
Kimberly, please don't make me serve today."
"Are
you begging with your head higher than mine? You know to beg on your
knees."
Alex
turned and dropped onto the linoleum. "Please, Mistress. Please don't make
me."
Kimberly
stepped into him and pulled him against her. Alex buried his face in her shirt
and hugged her by the back of her jeans. She pulled him back by his hair until
his eyes met hers. "You will serve my friends, and you will make me
proud."
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