- Art-Fiat is in a terrible mood. I don't bother asking why. He lounges in bed on his IPad while I wrap up the photo order. Every few minutes I turn to look at him.
After I finished with the photos I stare at him for a while but he doesn't even look up to face me.
By no means do I believe sex fixes everything. But I have observed two things. Sex either fixes 100% of things or nothing at all.
Does that make sense? Nope.
But please purchase that anyway cause I'll sell it in a heartbeat.**I wonder if this makes any sense at all. Maybe not but it popped in my head. And the logic is sound to me.😂😂
I get an idea and head to the closet to retrieve a belt.
I locate the belt he used on me and place it between my teeth. I kneel down and crawl out of the closet.
He doesn't look at me at first as I crawl on all fours over to the bed.
When he does look up he immediately smiles and my heart flutters. I crawl over to his bedside. I sit on my legs and blink up at him with the belt between my teeth.
"What are you doing?" He asks me.
I blink.
He takes the belt from my mouth.
"Play with me please." I say sweetly.
"Play how?"
"Do anything you want to me. Preferably with that belt."
"You haven't done anything."
I tilt my head, "I have been perfectly good?"
"Ha. You are never perfectly good."
"Then take it out on me until you feel better."
He takes a deep breath and places his IPad aside. He leans forward.
"Never." He says inches from my face.
"Pretty please."
"I can't, not unless you misbehave."
I pout at him and in response he shakes his head.
I smile sweetly as I stand.
Misbehave I will then.
I take a breath and walk over to our dresser. I slowly open the first drawer and peer inside.
"Did I ever thank you for always folding and putting away our laundry?" I ask him.
"You notice?"
I turn to look at him, "Of course I notice. Thank you baby." I say sweetly.
I grin to myself as I open the drawer and scoop all the neatly folded clothes out. I toss them onto the floor.
I look to Fiat. "What are you doing?"
"Spank me." I order.
"For tossing a drawer? No."
"Hmm." I say as I open the next drawer. I scoop it all out and toss it onto the floor.
He sits back on the headboard and goes back to his IPad.
Fine. I open the third drawer and dump that too. He doesn't even look at me.
I lean down and pick up handfuls of folded clothes and start tossing them around the room. I pick up a bundle and jump onto the bed. I toss them into the air as I hop on the bed around him.
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Unrequited? A Lie Told-A Promise Broken
RomanceThis is Book 2 of Unrequited? The Series We pick up 6 years later and Art finally has it all...his dream career, great friends and an active social life, and a man that loves him. He should be on cloud 9, yet Art finds himself flirting with despair...