The defined veins in his arm rippled as he held the clothes out to me.
I moved to take them, but he lifted them above his head at the last moment, using his superior height to hold them out of my reach.
That didn’t stop me from trying to get to them. I reached and jumped for the clothes, only to realize what a bad idea that was in a towel when it immediately threatened to come apart.
“I’m waiting for a request,” he said with raised eyebrows when I backed down.
This okole puka…
I gritted my teeth and said, “Please, can I have the clothes you stole so that I can go teach my class?”
“It has been a long time since my last English class, but I think you’re supposed to say may.”
Reminding myself that I’d never get my rash guard back if I punched him in the throat, I tried again. “May I have my clothes.”
He lowered his arm. But only a little bit. “Did I forget to mention yesterday that I expect all requests to be delivered on your knees?”
My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am very serious,” he answered, that evil wolf grin spreading even wider across his face.
At that point, we had to take a full minute break from the discussion as I called him every name under the sky that I could think of in English, Tagalog, and Hawaiian.
But it didn’t help me feel any better. And when I finally finished, nothing had changed.
He still held my clothes in his hand. And he was still expecting me to beg. And now I only had 20 minutes before I had to be out the door.
But then a new idea occurred to me, as wicked as it was petty.
He was trying to shame me into complying with his rules, and I was letting him. Well, not anymore.
Without any warning, I whipped the towel off and let it fall to the floor. Then I held his eyes as I sank to my knees and asked again, “Oh great Han, master of all you survey, may your lowly servant have back her clothes?”
Only then did I drop my eyes to the package that was now right in my eye line, and yep, sure enough, it was tented. So close to my mouth, I could almost taste it.
But of course, I didn’t. I simply raised my eyes back to him and smirked as I asked, “May I stand up now?”
Han nodded wordlessly. His eyes were glued to my mouth, hovering so close to his package.
Instead of standing up directly, I made sure to run my breasts up the entirety of his torso. And would you look at that…by the time I came to my feet, he’d lowered his arm, and the clothes were within easy reach.
I took them from him without any resistance whatsoever.
And then I made my voice ultra-sincere to tell him, “Have fun jerking off.”
HAN
Have fun jerking off…
It might as well have been a declaration of war. Over the next few weeks, Han was awoken by a knock on his door and a completely naked Jasmine waiting on her knees outside of it every morning.
At one point, he told her kneeling was no longer a requirement. But instead of taking his reprieve, she’d asked, “Is that an order, oh great Master?” her tone mocking and triumphant.
“No,” he’d gritted, refusing to concede.
He learned to wear jeans to answer the door after that. It was the only way to hide her effect on him—he could no longer stand the triumphant gleam in her eyes when she beheld his hard-on. But that didn’t keep the Have fun jerking off from ringing in his ears.
Mainly because he was most definitely not having any fun jerking off nearly every morning after he saw her. Yes, he’d managed not to concede, but fisting his cock and humping the bed as he imagined her underneath him did not feel like a win.
This was him six days of the week, and the one day she didn’t have classes was even worse. She dutifully went to visit her parents and tend to her father every Sunday. Chen had told him they’d come up with a system where he dropped her off down the block, and she walked in, leaving him to do his job from across the street.
You’d think all that duty would make her less evil, but no. She seemed to take great glee at swapping out the proper t-shirt she wore to attend to her father for one of the cut-off ones he’d made.
He’d been so pleased with his handiwork at the beginning of this Cold War, but he came to regret it bitterly. Sundays were his day off too, and he had too much pride to hide out in his room. So he had to live with the sight of her prancing around the living room in the cut-off tee.
