She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”
Victor chuckled along with her. “You’re probably right dear, I can be a little devious when I choose to be,” he said while a smirk danced across his lips. Instinctively a shiver ran through him at the sound of her voice and his new nickname. “I do so love it when you call me that darling.”
“/That/ is only for when you are submitting to me,” Summer told him, reaching up to poke his nose. “You look around and see what you might want to try, and we’ll talk about it.” Slowly, she eased herself off him, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Roll over, please, I want to look at your back.”
He smiled as she poked his nose and let out a sigh as he slid out of her. “What I’d like to try, eh? Well, I do have quite the imagination, Summer.” The last bit of his sentence was just a little muffled as he did what she asked and turned onto his stomach so that she could inspect him. He was still a little tender but it didn’t bother him at all and had really rather enjoyed it. “Looking for something in particular?”
“Just properly checking. Takes all the fun away if I don’t take care of you after.” She smoothed a hand over the slight welts. “Does it hurt much?”
Victor closed his eyes a little, small blossoms of pain flowering under her hand. “Nothing terrible, but it does hurt a bit. I honestly didn’t even realize that much until now. I suppose I was a tad bit lost in it earlier.”
“That’s as it should be.” Summer gently kissed his back. “I think you should take a shower, just to make sure. Then I’ll put something like Neosporin on it.”