“What?! He’s allowed to slap my ass, but I’m not allowed to spank him back? Fuck you guys!” Slowly, Misha pulled me down the front of his body, letting my feet just brush the floor. On my way down, I felt every oversized bulge of his massive form. His eyes were orange, and I jerked back from him in surprise—at least, I tried to, but it was no use. His hands were gripping my shoulders, and he leaned down so close to my face that his beard brushed my skin. “No.” “Oh, you’re talking now?
