"Master," Lily said, looking at the mess over her shoulder. Her voice was a mix of scolding and purring satisfaction. "Look what you did. This was dry-clean only."
"You..." Alex wheezed, rubbing his nose which still tingled from the impact of her ass. "You fell on my face, Lily. I nearly suffocated. It was... self-defense."
He groaned, rolling his neck. A loud crack echoed.
"Ouch."
He winced, reaching for his shoulder.
"And now my neck is stiff. That was a heavy impact, you know. I think you twisted something."
He looked at her with pleading eyes, shamelessly milking the situation.
"I'm injured, Lily. I think I need that massage now. For medical reasons."
Lily looked at him, then at her ruined dress. A wicked glint entered her eyes.
"A massage?" she repeated softly. "You're right. It is my fault you are 'injured.' I must take responsibility."
She reached behind her back.
Zip.
She pulled the zipper of her dress down.
