"Are you okay? What did Claude do?" Rose wonders. I tell him, "No, he didn't do anything to me. Elijah did."
She says, "I found out about ten minutes ago that, in fact, that was Declan."
"He did what?" She asks, "Do I have to kill someone?" "We are both sane, but we have different personalities," I tell them.
She turns her head down. "Hm?"
"You are the crazy mother." "Claude has anger problems, but he still thinks like a crazy person," I say. "And you are the innocent insane," she says with a giggle.
She asks, "Why? What did he say?"
"Claude said he was going to make Elijah into beef patties and feed him to his performers," I say.
"Smart people have similar ideas." She hits her head.
Claude makes a sad face and points to his tent while looking at me. "My tent, right now," he says.
As usual, I give in right away when he tells me to go to his tent.
He walks in from behind me, sits on the edge of his bed, and takes off his belt. He then waves me over to him.
I'm curious. What will he do?
He grabs me, and I'm on his lap and on top of him in a second. I hear the belt being thrown on the bed. "My hand is enough."
After he says that, he lifts my skirt and puts his bare hand across my ass. The hard slap makes me gasp for air.
The burning sensation or a rough mark on the way. My hands are tied behind my back because he didn't slap me. His hand slides down my thigh, then lifts up, giving my butt another hard smack.
I don't know why I got this, but it's exciting.
I wiggle and kick my legs. Then I get hit on the behind again, and I whimper. "Making love is annoying and unpleasant, but fucking hard sounds very good," he says, and I feel a pulse between my legs.
When I think about him making out with me, I let out a moan.
I let out a loud squeal when his hand suddenly touches my cheek again... He puts his hands in circles on my buttocks to make me feel better.
"I've noticed that every time I slap you, you get wetter." I can feel a grin, and I want to look up to see what it is, but I can't move.
I move around in his grip, and his hand goes between my legs.
"Touch me, please, please, please." I'm not at all ashamed to beg right now.
Again, he smacks my butt with his hand, and I bite my lip to keep from yelling.
He has a laugh.
This is by far the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
He slides his hand back between my legs and rubs it over my underwear. When his hand moves away, I move around even more. "Don't touch me, dammit!" I complain and frown, but I know he can't tell.
Even though I kick my legs, he still holds me against his lap.
I feel his hand on my butt again, and just when I think he's going to move it between my legs, it slaps me in the butt.
He moves his hand to the back of my underwear's elastic and starts to slowly pull them off.
He lets out a low groan, and I can feel my wet pants sticking to me while he pulls them down.
He picks me up by my arms behind my back, and as he pulls me close to his face, my underwear falls to the ground.
"Lay on my bed, but on your stomach with your ass up," he tells me. He's probably attracted to the fact that I'm so wet that when he took my pants off, they stuck to my whole area.
He rips off my shirt, but he leaves my bra and skirt on. He had better not rip my good stockings like he did my shirt.
He lets go of me, and I jump on the bed, lay on my stomach, and lift my behind up.
"Claude, we have training, don't you remember?" When Dagger stops us, it makes
Claude even more angry.
I let out a sigh and turn onto my back. Did Claude hear him at all? He's looking at me with his cheeks red and his mouth a little bit down.
He gulps and then scowls at the door. When I stand up, Claude sighs.
"After training, I'm going to f*ck the crap out of you, whether anyone likes it or not. I don't care if the whole town can't sleep tonight because you're screaming my name, it's going to happen."
I bite down on my bottom lip and move my legs from side to side.
He has said a lot of great things, but that one really hit home.
When he gets up, I get out of bed."Cla-"
"I'm coming to shut the fuck up!" When Dagger tries to call him again, Claude yells, and I laugh.
He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me toward him until we touch.
I turn my head sideways. He's acting strangely, as if he's under some kind of spell.
"Claude, are you okay?" I smile and ask.
He gives a slow nod. "Uh-huh."
It's so strange, I've never seen him like this before. He takes a deep breath. "Claude-"
"Claude, shut up and leave, you pervert," Claude tells Dagger.
"Melissa is here," he tells her.
The hands of Claude squeeze my waist.
"She is looking for you, Claude, and is getting very stubborn and annoying, so hurry up and deal with her," he says.
"Tell her that I am busy," says Claude. "I did, but she's looking for you and is on her way to this tent right now."
"Claude," says Melissa as she pushes her way into the tent.
Claude frowns and turns around to look at her. "What?"
"I see that you broke our deal?" She says this with a look of arrogance on her ugly face.
"What's the deal?"
"I don't see either Rose or Doll gone," she says. "I'll wait out here. It's okay if you have to do something. Don't worry about me," I tell them. "There will be a day for us, I promise, and I don't want anything to happen between her and me," he says.
As I leave, he sighs.
Yes, I'm just wearing a bra and a skirt, but I've worn things that were even more showing.
I ask, "How is baby mama?" "Dancing with Gwen," he says with a laugh. From Claude's tent, I hear a loud noise. There's nothing sexual about it.
"What's up... Come with me for a minute, Doll. You should see how Rose and Gwen dance," he says, putting his hand on my lower back to lead me to the big tent where the girls are dancing.
I ask him, "What is going on?"
"Listen to me, doll, and trust me: he isn't doing anything sexual with her in there. That's not why I brought you in here, so don't ask anymore," he says, looking worried.