Bitter; best served cold
Brutal loved to put that little bitch on his knees. He loved to rough him up and show him who was boss.
Little Percy Wetmore; he tried to tough it up, but only Brutal really knew how to get under that thick layer of defense he'd stuck up. He'd whimper, but Brutal easily shut him up. He'd try to get out of it, but Brutal would always have him over a desk in the end.
It was almost too easy.
'Thought you was being a smartass, today?' Brutal demanded, cornering Percy in the office.
'I don't know what you mean,' he replied. Brutal watched him for a moment. The little shit knew exactly what he meant.
And in way of not telling him, it would always lead to something else. Sometimes, Brutal wondered if Percy acted like this just to get a bit.
A small smirk rose on his lips as he stepped forward. His hand lifted Percy's chin and the two stared. Just stared.
A ruthless kiss. Bitter.
Bitter; best served cold.
