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"Uh... well... you know... Are you sure you actually want to touch... my armpit?" I stammered, mortified.
I almost demanded outright if he seriously wanted to grope around in my hairy, sweaty armpit, but if I'd said it aloud, my face would've combusted from shame.
"Is that a problem for you?" he asked instead of answering.
Hey, that's not fair! I asked first!
"Uh... isn't it a problem for you?" I shot back.
We locked eyes for a few seconds. Something in his expression shifted. I couldn't have said what, but unease immediately twisted in my stomach.
He stepped closer.
"We can keep wasting each other's time with these pointless back-and-forth questions, or I can continue touching your arm. Well?"
...Okay, fine, if that's what he wants... He's the one who's going to regret it.
"Alright..." I gave in.
He resumed touching me, his eyes now fixed entirely on my face instead of my arm. Every so often, I flinched involuntarily as his hand explored my armpit.
"Sensitive?" he asked in a slightly mocking tone.
"...Anywhere you touch me is sensitive," I admitted honestly.
"...Is that so?" His voice came out husky, his gaze drilling into mine. As always, I couldn't hold his eyes for long and dropped my gaze to the floor.
That was the end of our "conversation." My entire focus narrowed to my armpit and his hand.
I know I thought earlier, let him smell my sweat, but I didn't mean for him to dig around in my stinky armpit!
So this is my punishment for those evil thoughts? This is what karma looks like?
Could he smell my sweat from this close? I didn't catch any bad odor, only my deodorant's scent.
Good job, my loyal deodorant!
After long minutes, Mr. Calnan finally drew his hand away. My shoulders, which I hadn't even realized were so tensed, suddenly slumped with relief.
Then he lifted the same hand he'd been touching me with to his face - and sniffed his fingers.
Oh dear heavens above, if there is a God or any deity out there, please stop him! Look at what he's doing! He's sniffing his fingers like some bloodhound! Oh my God! Look at him! PLEASE STOP HIIIIIIM!!!
"Please don't lick them!" I cried out involuntarily, pleading.
Mr. Calnan's intense, intimidating gaze shifted from his hand to me.
"Be-because of my deodorant," And because of my SWEAT. "It doesn't taste... good." And neither does my SWEAT!
"Why would I lick them?" He frowned at me like I was the weird one here.
Why would you SNIFF them?! I screamed in my head.
But aloud, I said nothing. Words were useless at this point.
I was already a wreck. And Mr. Calnan was only just getting started.
If you haven't run for the hills yet, here's a little sneak peek of what's to come😉
I was about to snap back at him not to play the victim, but then I saw one of his hands moving toward me.
When it came close to my face, I sank my teeth in it - not deeply, but warningly.
For several long seconds, we locked eyes in silence. He made no move to pull his hand away. Instead, he raised his other hand and brought that one toward my face as well.
I tried to lean away, but with the hand still in my mouth, he caught my chin and prevented me from moving my head. My eyes darted between the approaching hand and his face. I sank my teeth deeper and deeper into his skin. It had to hurt by now, but he showed no sign of pain.
Finally, his other hand reached my cheek and cupped it. With his thumb, he wiped away my tears, his eyes never leaving my face.
Then he withdrew his hand. He also tried to pull back the one I had bitten, and I let him.
He stepped back, lifted his hand, and licked my tears from his thumb without breaking eye contact.
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I couldn't look away, since I wasn't allowed to move. I was pretty sure he knew exactly what kind of turmoil he was stirring in me with that gaze of his, but he showed no mercy. He just kept coming closer, like he had no intention of stopping.
Mr. Calnan, please stop. Can't you see I'm right here? Are you going to walk right through me? Hello?! Please...!
As if he'd heard my thoughts, he finally stopped. But I couldn't even feel relieved, because now, only a hair's breadth separated us. And then he made it worse by slowly leaning toward me. His face now filled almost my entire field of vision.
Only about half a minute left! I can do this! But what if he doesn't stop?! It feels like... he's going to kiss me...
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