"Who told you about me, Becky?" I asked to see him nod. I knew she would, she's always been so good to me.
"And I also know you were kidnapped by my nephew," Clayton said leaning closer. He placed one hand on the leather seat, and the other on my thighs as he leaned closer.
"M... Mr Grey..."
"Stay still butterfly, I want to get rid of the stain." I wondered what stain he was talking about. I didn't have any stains on my body.
He leaned in further and I closed my eyes, almost immediately, I felt something wet and warm on my cheeks. First swipe, second swipe, third...
What the fuck was going on?!
"M... Mr Grey, what are you doing?"
"Getting his stains off you, what else?" I opened my eyes to see him just an inch away from my face.
"Y... You're licking my face."
"Hmm."
"I haven't had a bath in hours. I'm dirty."
"Then do you want me to lick everywhere?" My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe his words. I quickly pushed him off me.
