The Broken Badass

The Broken Badass part-14

I was in the middle of sleeping when I felt something drop on my head. I groaned and mumbled,
"Go away."
All of a sudden I was soaking wet and I shot up.
"What the fück!" I yelled to the one and only Ret who was smirking with Jack that little traitor.
"You traitor!" I pointed to him all he did was shrug and I turned back to Ret.
"Get up we're going to school," he told me and walked out. I rolled my eyes and flopped on my bed, and I heard a chuckle.
"Come on get up or I'll drag you to the shower," Jack threatened,
"You wouldn't dare," I answered unsurely. He smirked and grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder and I started squirming and hitting his back.
"Put me down!" I demanded.
"Nope," he responded.
So I did the one thing I thought of and spanked him. He stopped walking.
"Did you just hit my butt?" He asked.
"Yep," I told him I heard him sigh an overdramatic sigh and k to walking, but not without spanking me first. He got to the bathroom and turned on the shower and he put me on the ground.
"Now can you get in by yourself or do I need to help you," He told me and I smirked.
"I think I need some help," I whispered into his ear.
"No need to tell me twice," he said and started pulling up my sweatshirt, but luckily for me, I had a sports bra on. He then pulled down my sweats and revealed my lacy black underwear. As he was about to pull up my sports bra I stepped back and said,
"Thanks for the help I got the rest" I smirked and winked at him.
"That is evil," he told me pointing a finger at me.
"Well that to bad ba-bye," and I pushed him out but gave him a quick kiss.
I got into the shower and did all my business and got out I dried my hair and left it in its natural open waves and walked into my closet that was lucky for me was connected to my bathroom. I put on my black lace thong and bra and put the towel on the floor I turned around and screamed Jacks as right there staring up and down my body once again.
"You know I just realized you had a lot of tattoos," he said as I walked towards him and he pulled me on his lap, "tell me about them."
"Ok," I told him.

"I got this tattoo on my chest because my mom was in love with roses it was done when I was sixteen,

this one was done because I'm never without my gun it's not just an object it becomes part of you,