“Now you’re simply asking for it,” he says as I walk to our very, no, enormously large bathroom. “Mommy is a tease. A dirty little tease who is going to be punished.” I giggle as I hear them walk away and step into the shower.

As I am rinsing my hair, I feel hands slide up behind me before they drop farther down to my ass and lightly tap it.

“I warned you.”

I turn around to face him. “That you did.”

He smacks my ass, not hard enough to make me scream but hard enough to make me yelp and pay attention.

I went through a stage where I worried about him falling in love with another girl. What if he saw another woman and wanted her instead of me?

Then, one night, as I was walking out of the bookstore, he was waiting for me at his car, not paying attention to anyone around him. It was like his whole word was solely focused on me. And I knew then, with certainty, how much he loves only me.

That I was it for him.

As he is for me.

I haven’t been sure of many things in my life, but of him, I am.

Beckham’s my favorite asshole, and I think I may just keep him forever.

The End.

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