Chapter 10 - It’s Not My Fault
Just as he had expected, Anna’s head snapped up, staring up at Dylan with a look that said, ‘I must have misheard him.’
He wanted to confirm to her that she hadn’t heard him wrong. “I told you to start licking,” he ordered once more, his tone of voice vividly clear. “Leave it spotless.”
Anna’s wide eyes were shaking, almost as if she stood in the midst of an earthquake.
“What’s wrong? You can’t?” he continued. “Just quit your job, then.”
At this, she clenched her hands into a fist. Quitting was easier said than done, and doing so meant putting Anna and her entire family on the line. Dylan might’ve been able to implement such a condition because he had been born into a rich family, but that wasn’t the case for Anna.
Dylan smiled. Of course. He was certain she wouldn’t go as far as to obey his absurd command. “If you have nothing else to say, then leave right now,” he said, his smirk conveying his belief in the certainty of his victory.
“I’ll do it,” Anna finally said.
Before Dylan could even say anything else, Anna dashed over to him fast enough that she could’ve tackled him. Her hand came to rest over his chest, and before he could stop her, he felt her tongue touch upon the sharp angle of his chin.
After her hot, soft tongue tasted the texture of his skin, she shifted. Dylan could hear the tender sound of a tell-tale kiss as her lips pressed against the nape of his neck, sucking lightly and absolving him of the tea spilled upon him. Her eyes were closed, and she diligently attended to her task, licking his flesh clean with prominent sincerity.
Because of the unpredictable nature of her attack, Dylan was helpless to retaliate. The lewd sound and sensation of her warm mouth ran wantonly through his mind. He felt frozen, mired in place like a statue.
“I’m all done,” Anna announced, pulling away. “I’ve licked you completely clean.”
While Dylan was completely astounded, Anna had spoken with a calm, even demeanor. He came to his senses belatedly, backing far away from her and slapping a hand over his neck with one hand as he pointed at her with the other.
“Wh-Wh-What did you—”
Anna’s expression seemed to question why he was reacting like that. She had simply carried out his orders. And she did it with as much sincerity as she could muster, too. He was the one who issued the command, so why was he so surprised?
Dylan’s face blushed a brilliant shade of crimson. “Get out. Get out right now! Out of my sight!” he yelled.
Surprised by his sudden shouting, Anna ran out of the room, escaping his presence without ever understanding what she had done wrong. From the tips of his ears to the root of his neck, Dylan was completely flushed. It was almost like he had gotten splashed by a tide of red ink.
“Damn it,” he huffed. “I was ordering her to lick the tea on the floor, not…!”
He looked down. His face wasn’t the only thing that had heated up, it seemed.
Glaring at his crotch, annoyance salient upon his face, Dylan insisted to himself that the big tent his pants now sported had been erected purely through instinct alone. Primal. A natural reaction.
It was certainly nothing born of his own volition.
“Ugh, how do I chase this feeling away?!” Dylan angrily mumbled to himself.
He scrubbed at his neck using water from his bath, but no matter how vigorously he did it, the tactile memory of Anna’s actions refused to fade. The feel of her tongue against him and the sensation of her hot breath ghosting over his skin kept popping up in his mind again and again, distracting him and driving him mad. After the incident occurred, Dylan would frequently find himself scratching away at his neck as his blood began to journey south, pitching another tent in his pants.
The same was happening to his body even now, sitting alone in the bath.
“She’s crazy. Absolutely insane.”