"What do you mean by punishing me?" I asked Tony who was looking at me with lusty eyes. I can only imagine what he was thinking.
"I haven't decided what kind of punishment yet. But it's coming, don't worry," he grinned. If he wasn't already bruised, I would slap him right now.
"Look, I said I was sorry okay? I feel very bad. Does it hurt a lot?" I asked pointing at his bruises.
"Yes, they hurt like b***h. And you know what my mom used to do when I got hurt as kids?" he asked.
"What?" I asked and looked at him suspiciously.
"She kissed it to make it better," he winked.
I should've known that's the direction he was going to.
"I am not going to kiss you, Tony," I said.
"But I thought you said you feel really bad and you are sorry?" he asked and made a sad face.
"Yes, but..." I protes
