Image: Lux soap by Mario Spann 

Happy Friday, all!

Today, a final Scene teaser to kick off the weekend, which (all limbs crossed) should be available to purchase via The Zon within the next 24 hours. This excerpt is taken from a story titled Soap and was a blast to write, although, at times, I did question whether it might squick my readers out. Ah, well. Nothing ventured and all that. If you love the idea of punishment and being taught a lesson? This one’s DEFINITELY for you …

*Missed the first Scene teaser, An Unexpected Fare? You can find it here.

 

SOAP

I scramble onto the bed and lie my still-damp body down on the rumpled white sheets.

The seconds tick by. Then the minutes.

When he finally reappears the wash of relief makes my eyes prickle. But then I see the soap in his hand. “So,” he says coldly, peeling back the wrapper to reveal a snowy-white bar. “It seems we have two issues.” He crumples the paper and drops it to the floor. “One,” he pins me with his icy blue eyes, “lying.”

I shake my head. “I’m so sorry. I had every intention of–

The frigid look he gives me kills my apology dead.

“Two,” he continues, his mouth twisting with annoyance “your aversion to both my cum and your own.” He takes a step towards the bed and I clutch at the sheet beneath me. “The first,’ he says, placing a knee on the mattress and leaning down to press a palm to my forehead, “I think we can deal with very effectively with this.” He brings the bar of soap to my mouth. “Open.”

I don’t want to. I really don’t. But everything in me aches at his displeasure. His disapproval. Reluctantly, I part my lips.

“The second,” he watches impassively as the acrid chemical taste floods my mouth and my eyes widen in horror at the suds beginning to bubble on my tongue, “I think will require something a little more creative on my part.” He leans in close, his eyes flashing with anger. Oh, God. More and more horrid little bubbles are born as I try not to swallow and saliva begins to pool. “I’m too pissed at you to begin that lesson right now but just know that from tomorrow morning you’re going to be wearing my cum like it’s fucking haute couture.” He pauses. “Do you understand?”

 

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