The Bad Boy Craves Me✔

46. Why?

"Yessssss, baby, work that body!" I screamed with delight as Kristen playfully posed in my baby pink crop top, a piece of clothing I had forcefully persuaded him to wear.

With his toned, chiseled chest and his hair left loosely around his handsome face, combined with a hint of pink lip gloss, he looked uncannily like a girl. I couldn't help but giggle. He was simply adorable!

I quickly retrieved my phone, snapping multiple pictures of him from different angles, which only fueled his embarrassment and frustration.

To my utter surprise, Kristen then did something that left my jaw hanging open in astonishment. He turned around, showing off his backside, and playfully clapped his own rear while biting his finger seductively.

I couldn't contain my laughter, and soon, I found myself on the floor, practically in tears from mirth. This was a side of Kristen I had never witnessed before, playful and carefree, and I was absolutely loving it.

It was as if my bad boy had momentarily transformed into a more relaxed and mischievous version of himself. His unpredictability always kept me on my toes, and I couldn't help but adore him for it.

We were currently in my room, and Kristen had expressed a desire to make amends for the times he'd wronged me. Teasing him was my way of asserting dominance in a playful manner.

We had just returned from school, and I decided to take full advantage of the few hours we had to ourselves, as per our agreement. If he dared to object, the consequence would be forty spanks on his rear, followed by doing all my homework until we graduated high school.

I provocatively put my left index finger in my mouth and bit it before cooing, "Show me what you've got, baby." I reveled in our playful banter.

Kristen seemed ready to undress, so I quickly hopped back onto the bed, positioning myself to capture him on video.

"I swear, Bella, if those pictures somehow leave this room and fall into the wrong hands, I'll make that lithe body of yours beg for mercy," he warned with an intense glare.

"Don't you worry, baby girl," I sassed as I took hold of his hand, pulling him down onto me.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Bella, because you won't be able to handle what I have in store for you," Kristen whispered teasingly in my ear, peppering kisses under my ear.

"Are you sure about that?" I questioned, putting both my feet around him and pulling him closer to me.

I then passionately took his lips into mine, sucking and nibbling on them. Swiftly, I pulled my crop top off his body as he made love to my neck. He was about to pull my blouse off, but I quickly moved aside.

"Now that I've had my fun, I need a foot rub. My poor feet are killing me," I smirked, stretching my feet across the bed.

I knew that what I had done had dire consequences, and it was something he wouldn't easily let go of. He would somehow find a way to get back at me, and his facial expression showed his displeasure.

"You want to play that game, princess? Fine, just let me change so that I can take you to get a pedicure or something," he shrugged as if it were nothing.

"No," I firmly declared, gesturing towards my now aching feet. "I want it done by your hands. Now get to work." My insistence was notable; I knew I was playing with fire.

The day had taken an unexpected turn, evolving into one of the best I'd experienced in months, and I was determined not to let this golden opportunity slip away. He certainly deserved it for treating me so poorly, I reminded myself.

With a newfound resolve, I was unyielding in my determination to enjoy this moment of authority, reveling in the prospect of ordering lover boy around.

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"Damn it!" Kristen muttered for the fourth time, his brow furrowed in concentration.

I chuckled, wiggling my toes as he continued to rub my feet. "Go a little further to the left, and when you're finished, I'm in desperate need of a massage," I said, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"I've been doing this for over an hour. How long does it take to give a person a damn foot rub?" he whined, his fingers working diligently on my tired soles.

"Well, it's either this, or I get to spank you, and you also get to do my homework until we graduate from high school," I teased.

He let out an exasperated sigh. "I could've just paid for a pedicure, or whatever you want to call it, but you just had to make my life a living hell. I could've bought you a house if it makes you feel better."

I giggled. "It's a good thing the twins aren't here to see this, or they'd make a mockery out of me."

"You better not slip up and mistreat me, or else there will be punishable consequences, love," he warned, his tone playful yet firm.

I arched an eyebrow. "Of course, there would be."

He continued to knead my feet, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. "I can't believe I talked my coach out of letting me train just so I could be doing this. The final game is tomorrow."

"Well, you should've known better than to go ahead and beat up that poor doctor who did nothing to deserve it," I reminded him.

He sighed, conceding my point. "You're not gonna let go of that, are you?"

"Nope," I replied, smirking.

"So, what happens if we end up losing the game tomorrow because I was here doing your feet instead of training?"

I shook my head confidently. "You won't."

He looked skeptical. "And how do you know that?"

"Because I know you, and I know that my boyfriend is a good player... maybe not as good as Sebastian, but you're up there," I said with a teasing grin.

His expression turned serious. "Princess, don't get smart with me. I'm way better than pretty boy, and you know it."

I couldn't resist a little more teasing. "Have you seen Sebastian playing? He's like the sexiest player I've ever seen."

He stood up abruptly, his eyes narrowing. "Bella, I'm warning you. Desist from saying that name, or I might just let you off easy."

I grinned, playing along. "I mean, he's so mouth-watering, and have you seen those abs? They're to die for!"

His smirk faded, replaced by a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fine, you wanna play that game? Let's see who will win."

I swallowed, realizing I might have gone too far. "What do you mean by that? What do you plan on doing?"

His voice was filled with anticipation. "I'm not up to anything. In fact, when I win that match tomorrow, I'll invite him over to have a drink together."

Panic washed over me. "No, that's fine. You don't have to do that. I'm sure he has other plans after the game."

He chuckled darkly. "No, we'll definitely be having him over."

My heart pounded. "How so?"

"Don't you worry about that, hun. You leave that up to me."

I had nothing to hide or be afraid of, but the devilish look on his face left me wondering what he was plotting.

"Okay," I said cautiously.

What was he up to?

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