I got off the bed and walked into the restroom barefoot. Seeing him trying to get himself off, I could not help but ask, “Why?”
Although he had not expected me to enter, he did not hide anything or shy away. Instead, he stared at me as he jerked himself off, his gaze becoming increasingly intense. Even though nothing was happening, I felt like I had already been pressed to the bed and taken several times. My arms and legs went weak.
I looked away and asked again, “Why?”
Eventually, after getting himself off, he took a shower and walked out. As soon as he noticed that I was walking around barefoot, he frowned and bent down to pick me up. Then, he placed me on the bed and pulled me over his leg. As he hit my buttocks a few times, he said, “You’re not allowed to walk around barefoot next time. I’ll hit you every time I see it.”
Upon hearing his words, my face flushed, and even my toes began to heat up. He walked over, and I, an adult in my twenties, was pressed on his lap and slapped on the butt like a three-year-old before. However, that did not matter. After all, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that we were both naked, yet nothing had happened between us. It made for a weird scene.
“Remember it now?” Christopher hit me several more times before stopping.
I hurriedly nodded, telling him I remembered his words. Only then did he place me back on the bed and cover me with a blanket. He kissed my forehead and said, “When I can openly hold your hand next time, then we’ll do it. I’ll owe it to you for now. Remember, when you’re my girlfriend, I’ll listen to you when we’re outside, but you’ll have to listen to me in bed.”
I nodded stupidly. My mind was full of the words “openly” and “girlfriend.” Suddenly, my eyes welled up with tears again, for no one else knew the actual meaning of those two words better than I did.
He knew my worries and my anxious thought. Thus, to reassure me, he had rather gotten himself off instead of touching me. Not many men were this kind and cherishing.
After staying at home the whole day, I abruptly recalled that I had just found a job. On the first day that I had to report to work, I was late because of anemia. Indeed, with joy came sorrow. At that moment, I was terribly anxious.
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