Victoria's POV
It was dark when I entered our house, but I could smell something familiar. A familiar perfume. I turned on the dim lights, and I'm not mistaken, it was Jackson, and was sitting on the sofa.
"You're a late, dear." He greeted me with a deep voice.
"You've been drinking, hone," I answer. He stood up, and I looked at him as he approached me.
"It's just a bottle, honey. What should you call me?" His face is close to mine. I could smell the wine on his breath. He hugged me.
"Um ... what should I call you?" I whispered. One of his hands crawled, and he immediately hit my ass.
"Aww .. that hurts, master..."
"Um...really?" He patted me on the lips. I also immediately kissed him. Shit, that hand crawled toward the front of my pants. He caressed my femininity. He looks very excited to touch me.
"You're one naughty little whore aren't you, my beloved slave?" his voice was still shaking.
