“Slow, please slow this time—” Placing my hand onto her shoulder to keep her down, I pour the cold water down her back: not slowly. “Asshole!!” She jumps but I keep her steady. My shoulder protests the container of water, but as it empties, it feels less strained. “I swear!” I lean down and brush my lips against her ear. “Swear what?” “Swear I’m going to beat your ass when all of this is done!” Oh how I enjoy tickling her nerves.
