Chapter 175: piece of meat
The Zephyr-X9’s engine growled softly as Kael parked it beside the new training house, its black curves gleaming under the Haven’s dull flickering streetlamp, the evening air crisp with dew, the lingering scent of juicy burgers, salty fries, and sticky sundaes from their dinner wafting from the car’s open windows.
Kael, Freya, and Rhea climbed out, their laughter bouncing off the Haven’s walls.
"Hell of a day," Kael said, stretching, his t-shirt riding up, his grin sly as he leaned against the car’s warm hood.
He turned to Freya, his voice dropping to a tease. "Time’s up, Freya. Ditch those beads, or you can keep them on if you like the thrill."
Before she could snap back, he landed a sharp spank on her ass, the crack slicing through the quiet, the anal bead panties shifting inside her, sparking a jolt of pleasure-pain that made her yelp, her body clenching, a flush creeping up her neck.
Freya whipped around, her cyan t-shirt creased, her navy pants hiding her secret, her glare a mix of fire and mischief.
"You’re dead, Kael. You’ve been slapping my ass all day like it’s a piece of meat but I’m keeping a tally, and I am going to get my revenge sooner or later, with ways you won’t imagine." She jabbed a finger at him, miming an icy flick, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk.
Kael laughed, dodging her mock swipe, his jeans dusty from the day. "Revenge in ways I can’t imagine? Big talk for someone who’s been squirming since breakfast."
"Watch your back Kael," Freya shot back, her voice dripping with challenge. "Next time, I’m icing your pants to your thighs—see how you like waddling."
Rhea cackled, her black shorts shifting as she hopped onto the car’s hood, her tank top loose, her voice a gleeful taunt.
"Waddling? I would still like to see Freya all clenched up and tap dancing with those beads, that’s more fun to watch. especially when you are so tall."