Allison furrowed her brows when Rade told her---not asked her---to wear a bikini. She wasn't sure she heard him correctly at first.<br/><br/>She blinked and watched as he moved to the doorway, still limping, blocking it. And with that cocksure look on his handsome face.<br/><br/>"Mm-imm-eem?" she said, trying to form bikini. His expression told her that she had indeed heard correctly.<br/><br/>Her shoulders sagged. She had pulled the pants off because they were making her warm. Apparently it gave him ideas.<br/><br/>Allison took inventory. He wanted her to cook for him. In a bikini. Gagged. To a piggish man, that was probably something that would be ordered, as from a menu.<br/><br/>"Let's see...I'll take one redhead...gagged...in a bikini...and cooking for me."<br/><br/>Allison sighed and shook her head gently in disbelief. He still showed no weapon. But despite his bad leg, which wasn't all that bad, he could still overpower her and the punishment was likely too hideous to imagine.<br/><br/>She sighed again, heavily this time to show her exasperation. She twirled her finger around, indicating that he was to turn around.<br/><br/>But he didn't.<br/><br/>"MMMMM!" Allison said, again making the motion.<br/><br/>He didn't move. Just kept on with that cocky smirk.<br/><br/>"Hmmm!," she said, and ungagged it would have been an indignant "Fine!"<br/><br/>She opened a dresser drawer and angrily picked through it until she found a black and pink number.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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