The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When Tom finally woke it was early afternoon. This time he showered and shaved before heading downstairs. In his office he found his phone on the desk next to his cold coffee. He picked up both and headed to the kitchen. On the way he noticed he had a message from Emily.

“Home by 4, please don’t make plans.” That was from an hour ago.

He typed back, “we should talk” and sent it. Instantly the three dots appeared.

“Jesus these kids!” he thought, “are their phones glued to their hands?”

“Yes, we should! I’m angry with you! Megan is too!” came her reply, but with an angry face emoji which made it seem like she wasn’t really angry.

He was in his den when Emily came home. He heard the garage door open and close and a little after that he heard the kitchen door open and close. There was a rustling in the hall. He turned to look and saw Emily and her friend Megan by the doorway heading for the stairs. Each of them was carrying what looked like 40 plastic bags from probably every store in town. Emily didn’t turn her head at all, but Megan shot him a glance and he wondered for the second time today if Emily had told her friend about the night before. He couldn’t imagine that though, and was still sure that she hadn’t. He had no idea what was happening. He wanted to talk with Emily but obviously he couldn’t with Megan here.

About an hour later he heard the front door open and close and when he went out to the entry hall and looked through the windows he saw Megan’s car gliding down the driveway and out through the gate. He went upstairs.

The door to Emily’s room was open and she was sitting at her desk doing something with her eyebrows. She saw him in the mirror.

“What’s up, Dad?” she asked coolly.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Tom asked tentatively. He looked for a place to sit but there was only her bed, the bed where he had fucked her the night before. He couldn’t bring himself to sit there. He stood there awkwardly in that moment between “can we talk” and “sure,” trying to decide how he wanted to begin but Emily didn’t say “sure”. What she said was...

“Dad, when is my birthday?”

Tom looked up sharply. The realization hit him almost instantly. New thoughts came at a million miles an hour. He had forgotten her birthday! It had been on Thursday. Jesus, she had turned 18! How did this happen??

He knew how. He thought about the last few months. He’d been working on a huge acquisition at work, barely sleeping. At the same time his wife, who had been slowly moving out of the master bedroom into her own room, had finally made the move complete. They weren’t having trouble really, they just didn’t seem to have any physical attraction to each other anymore. The deal at work closed late Wednesday evening and there had been a celebration at the office where Tom ed feeling rather drunk although he didn’t really getting that drunk. He was drunk and had a long conversation with Madison on a couch in the corner. He couldn’t the details at all but he ed it was very inappropriate, which left him worrying about HR. The next day, Thursday morning, Emily’s birthday, his wife had left for Brussels without much warning. Tom had gone to work but Mr. Smith came down to his office and sent him home for a week. With all of that going on, he had completely forgotten about her birthday!

“Oh my God, Baby I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “Last week I…” he stopped, again going over in his head all of the things that had happened trying to pick a place to start but everything sounded like a weak excuse.

“How can I make it up to you?” he finally finished.

“Easy!” she said with a sudden grin. She leapt up, grabbing her phone from the dresser. She tapped the screen as she moved in front of him. She turned the phone around and held it up to him. It was a restaurant reservation. Le Palais Gourmand, one of the most exclusive restaurants in town and his wife’s and daughter’s favorite. The reservation was for 8:00pm.

“Don’t forget that you have to wear a tie,” she said and disappeared into her bathroom shutting the door behind her.

“I guess we’ll talk later,” Tom said quietly to the bathroom door.

Later that evening Tom was ready first. He had showered and shaved again and put on one of his finer suits and his favorite tie. He waited in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs. Emily was still in her room. If she was anything like her mother he could be waiting here for another half-hour or more. He was just considering going to the garage and pulling the car around to the front door when the doorbell rang.

“What is this?” he wondered.

He opened the door and saw a young woman on the front porch in a black uniform. Behind her, in the driveway at the bottom of the stone stairs, a limousine was parked.

“Good evening, Mr. Walker sir?” she smiled, “I’m Patty, I’ll be your driver this evening. I’ll wait with the car until you’re ready to leave.”

“Oh,” Tom said surprised, “Thank you, sure.”

Patty turned smartly and headed back down the stairs as Tom shut the door softly.

“This is going to be an expensive birthday present.” he muttered to himself and turned in time to see Emily coming down the stairs.

She was a vision in white. If he thought she was beautiful before he was woefully underestimating how attractive a young woman could be. Her makeup was perfect, she must have spent an hour or more on it. Her lips were a taunting scarlet. She had put her hair up in a blonde pile on top of her head with tiny ringlets that fell to her ears. It was all held in place by a diamond studded tiara. In her ears were her mother’s diamond earrings.

She wore a tight pearl colored dress that he assumed was new because he had never seen it before. Over the top of that she wore a white cassimere sweater draped across her shoulders and fastened in front with a single button. The sweater was tight as well, and Tom was a bit uncomfortable with how it accented her chest.

She wore heels, tall white heels that lifted her almost 4 inches taller. Her posture was perfect, she moved like a model. He didn’t know how anyone could walk in shoes like that but she practically glided across the hall to him. In slight contrast to the fancy tiara and earrings, around her neck he noticed that she wore the simple gold necklace that he had given her on her 15th birthday. Tom was speechless. Emily put her arm through his.

“Is the car here?” she asked softly.

“Oh my God, Baby,” Tom couldn’t help himself, “You look amazing!”

Emily blushed slightly, she hugged his arm tighter and lay her head against his shoulder.

It was a long ride to the restaurant, almost an hour. Patty had showed them where the intercom switch was then closed the privacy window before they had reached to bottom of the driveway. There was some small talk, but Tom didn’t want to broach the events of the night before in the back of a limousine and Emily seemed distracted. She stared out the window at the city lights, occasionally commenting on something they were ing. With her attention out there, Tom was able to gaze at her without her noticing. He couldn’t get over how fantastic she looked.

At the restaurant, the owner Maurice, greeted them by name.

“Why good evening, Mr. Walker, Miss Walker!” he said with a huge smile and authentic french accent, “Will Mrs. Walker be ing us?”

“Ah no,” Tom said, “she’s in Brussels.”

“Of course,” he said, as if that were obvious, “and may I say Miss Walker, you look particularly stunning tonight, is this a celebration?”

“Thank you, Maurice,” Emily said demurely, “oui, c’est mon anniversaire!”

Maurice’s face lit up. “Well, happy birthday my dear! I have the Loft Room ready for you. May I take your sweater?”

“Yes please.”

As Maurice moved around behind Emily she turned slightly so that she was directly facing her father. She undid the button on the front of the sweater. At the exact moment when Maurice’s hands touched the sweater on her shoulders she looked up sharply at Tom. The motion caused him to look at her as well. She had a quiet, serene, completely innocent expression on her face as Maurice pulled the sweater away from her shoulders.

The reveal was breathtaking. Somehow Tom had not seen this coming. The dress was a marvel! He thought the moment he had seen her in the shower with her dress transparent and plastered to her body was the hottest thing he had ever seen. But this? This wonder was another world altogether. His breath caught. Even Maurice stammered for a slight second when he came around in front of them and said, “this way please.” As her father tore his gaze away from her to follow, Emily glowed with satisfaction. The night was going perfectly!

Maurice guided them through the dining room to the short flight of stairs up to the Loft Room. As they walked, everything around them stopped. All conversations died as every eye followed Emily across the room. Even the staff paused in whatever they were doing and watched. She was regal. She looked like a princess, or a queen, or a goddess. Then they were up the stairs and Maurice swiftly slid the door closed behind them and moved to help Emily with her chair.

“Well my dear,” he chuckled softly, “you have given them something to talk about tonight. I imagine they will all be asking me who you are.”

“Well don’t tell them,” she laughed. “Just say it’s a daughter having a birthday dinner with her father.”

The Loft Room was just that, a loft, slightly raised like a mezzanine on the far end of the restaurant. Three of the walls were glass as the restaurant sat on the edge of a hill above the city. There was one table. The fourth wall was a fine wood with a sliding door that closed it off from the rest of the restaurant. Candles everywhere provided the light. Just enough to see and eat by, but not enough to spoil the view.

Maurice was their waiter for the evening. He usually performed that function for customers who booked the Loft Room. Shortly after they ordered, he arrived with a bottle of wine. He placed a glass in front of Tom and presented the vintage. After going through the ritual he poured the glass and then reached behind him to produce a second glass.

“For Mrs. Walker, should she arrive suddenly from Brussels,” he said with a smile as he poured, “This way she will not need to wait for it to breathe. I will set it here to the side,” he said, and briskly left the room.

Tom and Emily looked at each other. Emily had never drunk alcohol in front of her father before.

“Mom’s going to be sorry she missed this,” Emily said.

“Why? She has the real thing in Brussels,” Tom laughed, “I mean, Maurice is good but…”

Emily spent a moment looking at him quietly. A sly smile crept across her face. It reminded Tom of the look she gave him in the shower just before she had turned the water on herself. It made his heart rate quicken.

With a defiant look in her eyes she leaned forward slowly and picked up the glass of wine.

“You’re not supposed to drink that,” Tom tried to say sternly. It didn’t come out that way.

“No?” Emily asked quizzically with eyebrow raised, still wearing the same smile. She leaned back again and raised the glass slowly and stopped just below her mouth. Tom was forced to look at her perfect mouth, her teenage lips encased in scarlet lipstick. Her voice pitched lower, huskier, breathy again.

“There are a lot of things I’m not supposed to do,” she purred as she put the glass to her lips and took a long slow drink of the wine, not once breaking eye with her father.

Under the table Tom was as hard as a steel rod. Eight hours ago he had sworn with conviction that he would never think of his daughter in that way again, but that conviction was shattering now. All he could think about now was the moment when he had first penetrated her the night before. How hot and wet and tight her velvet vice had been and how they had cried out together. He tore his gaze away from hers and stared out the window. With great effort he forced himself back to the present.

“Damn that girl can bring the heat when she wants to,” he thought.

Maurice and a helper arrived then with the food. Maurice was good. He could have managed the food by himself, but he brought someone along so that the door would be closed quickly behind them.

When Tom looked back at Emily he saw just his daughter again, looking eagerly at the plates. The wine glass was where Maurice had left it. Maurice finished serving them then refilled Tom’s glass. He glanced at the wine glass set aside and swiftly topped it off as well before setting the bottle aside again.

“Now, please try the food and tell me if it is to your satisfaction. If so, I will leave you for the rest of the evening. Please ring the bell here if you require me; if you would like more wine, or dessert, or anything at all, really.”

The food was perfect and so Maurice left the room sliding the door closed behind him.

Tom and Emily ate and drank. As the wine worked its wonders Tom began to relax a bit, and to be fair so did Emily. They laughed and joked and enjoyed the amazing dinner. For desert they shared a slice of chocolate chocolate cake with chocolate on top, a house favorite. A little dab of chocolate stuck to Emily’s lip and Tom watched it cling there for a few minutes before deciding to tell her. She licked it off with her tongue. Not an exaggerated, sexy lick. Just a simple flick of her tongue, but the way she looked at her father as she did it made it seem sexy to Tom.

For his part, Tom occasionally stole covert glances at his daughter’s cleavage and stopped worrying about it. It was one night and no one would know. Emily pretended she didn’t see her father’s glances, and leaned forward for every bite of cake with a sparkle in her eye. It was a very expensive dress, and she was going to use it to full effect. Before long dinner was over and they were back in the limousine and on their way home.

Emily took an envelope out of her purse and handed it to the driver. Tom waited at the top of the stairs holding the front door open for her. She smiled at him as she walked past. He followed her into the house, watching her hips sway as she walked across the foyer and turned into the sitting room.

“Come in here a minute, Dad” she called. He followed her in. She had the controller in her hand and was lighting the fire in the fireplace. She had ditched the heels and was in bare feet now. Her legs looked amazing. The soft orange light from the fireplace flickered and bathed the room. She turned towards him slowly and he marveled at how gracefully she could move when she wanted to.

“You said you wanted to talk?” she said softly, her voice slightly pitched towards that husky tone that Tom found so compelling. “Sit down, and take your shoes off.”

Tom did. He sat in his favorite chair and kicked his shoes off.

“Will you have some brandy with me?” Emily asked, moving over to the liquor cabinet. Tom watched with mild surprise as she retrieved the key from it’s hiding spot and opened the cabinet.

“Uh, sure,” Tom answered.

“What did you want to tell me?” she asked, as she took three shot glasses out of the cabinet.

“Well, um, I wanted to talk about last night.” Tom began. Emily nodded, her back was to him. She tipped her head to each side and removed her earrings, placing them on top of the cabinet. She reached inside the cabinet and took out the bottle of brandy.

“Go on,” she said as she began pouring the three shots.

“Well, I want you to know I that I’m sorry for what happened. For what I did to you...” Tom faltered. Emily had picked the three glasses up in a little triangle with both hands. She turned around and crossed the room to stand in front of him. Tom watched her hips sway as she walked.

“I see,” she said, “would you take one of these and set it on the table?”

Tom did as she asked, carefully taking the third shot glass from her and setting it on the table beside him. Emily held the other two now, one in each hand. She stood in directly in front of him, their knees almost touching.

“And what did you do to me?” she asked softly. Tom glanced at the shot glasses curiously, he wasn’t sure what she was going to do with them. She hadn’t handed him one.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “you know what I did,” he said quietly.

“Do me a favor please? Would you pull up the bottom of my dress a bit?”

“What’s the brandy for?” Tom asked. He reached out and tried to grasp her dress. It was tight against her body so it took a bit of fiddling but he was able to raise it a bit.

“It’s for us, silly. A little higher please.” Tom reached out again and pulled the dress further up her hips. An uncomfortable amount of teenage thigh was showing. He thought he should be able to see her underwear by now but there was no hint of it.

With perfect balance, not spilling a drop from either shot, Emily put one knee on the chair to his left side of his legs then her other knee on the chair to his right. She was kneeling on the chair facing him, her breasts beneath the dress uncomfortably close to his face. He felt his cock begin to stiffen again. She lowered herself down onto his legs still holding the shots to his left and right.

“Would you undo my tiara, please? There are pins that hold it in.” She bent her head down to him and he found the hairpins to remove. Her hair was silky smooth and smelled faintly of strawberries. Once he had all the pins out he put them and the tiara on the table beside them.

“What are we doing?” Tom asked nervously.

“You were apologizing to me,” she replied, “and if you are truly sorry for something then you should be able to say what you are sorry for.” She moved one of the glasses to her lips and took the shot. The glass dropped on the floor.

“I...,” Tom started and Emily looked expectantly at him, eyebrows raised.

“I fucked you.” he finished softly and lowered his head.

“And how did it feel?” Emily asked.

Tom looked up at her with surprise.

“W...What?” he asked.

“Tell me how you felt when you were fucking me,” she said in a slow, breathy whisper, emphasizing each word. Tom’s cock was rock hard.

Tom struggled for how to answer this. He didn’t want to lie to her, but how could he tell her it was the best sex he’d ever had? How could he say that the first moment he entered her was the greatest pleasure he had ever known? How could he tell her the the longest and hardest he had ever cum in his entire life was into his daughter’s hot, wet, cunt!?

“I...well...um...I,” Tom stammered.

Emily rose up on her knees and poured the second shot into her mouth. The second glass hit the floor. She shook her head and her silken blonde curls cascaded down around her face. As he stammered, she leaned down and covered his open mouth with her own smothering his words.

The shot of brandy flowed out of Emily’s mouth and into Tom’s, followed by her tongue. He inhaled sharply once through his nose. He had been longing for her mouth all night and now it was on him, hot and wet and sweet. He felt her hands on the sides of his face and her tongue toyed with his, the brandy both numbing and sharpening the sensations at the same time. The alcohol hit his bloodstream and he embraced Emily. He ran his hands up her spine and into her hair. She moaned softly into his mouth and dropped her hands to his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Tom didn’t know for how long they kissed. Five minutes at least, maybe ten. Finally Emily pulled back, flushed and breathing hard. Tom was too.

“Hand me that other shot, please,” she said, and Tom picked up the shot from the table.

Staring at Tom with the same expression she wore in the restaurant with the wine, she reached behind her head with both hands. With a twist of her wrists the straps of the dress fell away from her neck and off of her shoulders. Like a collapsing house of cards the dress unraveled.

She wore no bra. In that moment Tom realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. For the first time since she was probably ten years old, he gazed at her naked breasts. They were perfect. They were incredible. They were everything he ed from the shower, large and high, and her nipples pointing at him like hard little bullets.

She gently took the shot glass from his hand and raised it to one breast. She leaned forward a bit and let the nipple enter the glass.

“Thank you for my birthday dinner,” she purred in her soft, sexy voice. Tom’s cock throbbed.

“Muffin…” he started to say, but she moved forward and pressed her breast against his face. It was like a cool, soft, silken pillow. His mouth opened and took the nipple. He suckled on it by reflex. His mouth filled with the taste of brandy. His head was swimming.

“Yessssss,” he heard Emily sigh. Her head tilted back and she arched her spine pressing her breast hard against his face.

Tom brought up his hands and grasped both of her breasts. He kneaded at the one in his mouth still sucking on the nipple and rubbed his thumb vigorously over the other. Both nipples were hard as rocks.

Emily made a small mewing sound but pushed Tom’s hands away. After a moment she pulled the nipple out of his mouth, but before he could say anything the other nipple entered his mouth and once again he was flooded with the taste of brandy. Back and forth Emily went, each time providing a newly soaked brandy nipple for him to suckle.

Finally she slowed and stopped, dropping back down into his lap and kissing him again. She moved her hand down to the bulge of his cock in his pants and squeezed him briefly.

“Are you ready to give me my birthday present?” she asked in her little girl voice, her tiny hand pressing against his cock. “I’ve been thinking about ever since my shower this morning,” she cooed. It sounded so fucking wrong and at the same time so fucking hot!

Tom’s eyes were closed from the pleasure of her hand on his cock. He couldn’t speak, he just nodded. Without removing her hand from his cock, she slid like water off of his lap and onto the floor. She reached up with her other hand and pulled his zipper down. Reaching into his pants Emily felt a thrill when her palm touched his naked cock. She pulled his penis out of his pants and softly stroked it. Tom groaned lightly as his already hard cock tried to stiffen even more.

Emily knelt over it. She bent down and rubbed her cheek against it, inhaling it’s scent. God she fucking loved giving head. She felt a flip in her stomach as her internal muscles cramped and flexed. She was as wet as a Florida swamp. She looked up into Tom’s face and flicked her tongue out to lick the shaft just below the crown. Tom twitched and inhaled sharply. She felt the very beginnings of his climax building and at the same time her own pussy began to ache.

“Now Daddy, here is my birthday wish, are you listening?”

Tom nodded.

“I’m going to do whatever I want and you’re going to let me,” she started and Tom nodded, “but, when you feel yourself about to cum…”

“I pull out,” Tom finished for her.

Emily bit her lip in frustration. She leaned forward took the tip of his penis into her mouth. The feeling was heavenly, she didn’t want to stop. She sank her lips down below the crown and then pulled back up against it, fucking the tip with her lips. She felt his arousal grow. Releasing him, she sat back. He moaned softly.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” she said, “just listen, don’t talk.”

Tom nodded.

“I’m going to do whatever I want. But, when you feel yourself about to cum, I want you to put your hands on my head and force me down as far as you can, do you understand?”

“But…” Tom began.

“No buts, this is my birthday!” Emily retorted. “When you cum I want you to be mean to me. I don’t care what it looks like or what I sound like. I don’t want you to care about me at all. I don’t want you to worry whether or not you’re hurting me, or whether or not I’m enjoying it, or whether or not I can breathe, or anything at all. I want you to fuck me as viciously as you can. Do you promise?”

“I...I promise” Tom said worried, and with relief Emily descended on his cock again engulfing it in her mouth. It was so hard to stop once she started and just that little conversation had her craving his cock more than she could ever needing one before. She wasn’t fully convinced her father was going to be able fulfill his promise but she had a plan.

She began a long, slow stroking with just her lips, down just far enough to fill her mouth, then savoring the feel of the penis sliding against her lips as she rode him back up. Down and up, down and up. Tom’s breathing began to increase, his body sucking in oxygen to fuel his eventual climax. Emily was constantly aware of how close Tom was because the closer he got, the closer she got as well. It was so hard for her not to send him over the edge the first time, but she wanted to savor this.

The first time he came to the edge, she stopped and he let out a long sigh. She waited for him to calm while her own body screamed at her to put that dick back in her mouth. After only a few moments she couldn’t take it anymore and back it went into her mouth.

This time she moaned. The pleasure was immense. This was better than fucking, way better. She pushed her face down his shaft, letting the tip enter her throat for the first time. She clamped her lips tight around the base of his shaft, giving his penis the illusion that it was deep in a pussy and she felt her father’s orgasm rising quickly. Her tongue was lathering the bottom of his shaft of it’s own accord. She took him right up to the edge again, higher than before, then released him suddenly.

“Fuuuuck!” he groaned. Emily laughed lightly, like a little girl beating her father at checkers.

“Does that feel good, Daddy?” she asked with mocking innocence, “am I doing it right?” She placed her lips back against his cock and ran them up and down the shaft. This wasn’t so much for him as it was for her. It was just easier if she kept her lips against him.

He hissed sharply when she went down on him again. Emily struggled with herself over whether this would be the time or not. Her own cunt was throbbing with desire. “Not yet,” she thought, “hold out, girl!” She took him in slowly again but this time going all the way down the first time. Then she slowly backed off but reversed immediately just as the tip was about to pop out. She went down faster the second time, then back up again. Then faster again, down and up. Her father writhed beneath her. Faster, down and up, this time she squealed around his dick, a desperate sound, pleading for cum. Down and up, down and up, she felt her father’s muscles tense throughout his body and…

she pulled off completely.

“...fucking bitch!” her father hissed under his breath and she heard real irritation there. Her heart leapt, her clit throbbed.

“I love you too, Daddy” she said mockingly in her sexiest little-girl voice, “This time, I promise.”

She put her mouth on his cock again. She suckled on it lovingly. She begin her slow bobbing, down and up, down and up. She had found the rhythm that worked the best. She started slow, then increased the speed steadily. She brought him to the edge again, then a millimeter further, then…

...she pulled off again. Tom let out a low, frustrated growl and Emily laughed again.

“I can do this all night, Daddy. You have no idea how much control I have over this. I might never let you cum!”

Before he could respond her mouth was on his dick again. He growled and tried to pump up into her but she pulled her head back swiftly at the same time so he got no satisfaction from that. As his body fell back into the chair Emily followed him driving his cock into her throat again until her nose hit his pubic hairs. Then she was up again. She began to move faster and she felt his climax rising quickly. She started mewing again, she couldn’t help it this time, her own cunt throbbing with his arousal. She steadied into a rhythm of full strokes, each downstroke accompanied by a desperate plea. It was time to tease him again. She carefully brought him towards the edge. She could hear the desperation in his groans. At the very last second he tried to thrust into her but she was quicker and...

His hands grabbed the back of her head. She squealed in shock as she was shoved face first into his groin. His cock drove into her throat. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and pinned her to him. To Emily it felt like a mountain had fallen on the back of her head. She gave a desperate, muffled squeal and tried to pull back but he held her effortlessly and pumped his groin hard against her face. She slapped her hands against his thighs but also clamped her lips as hard as she could around his shaft as he thrust again. Emily’s cunt erupted and her father roared aloud as the first load of his semen shot out of his cock. Waves of color clouded her vision. Her arms went weak and limp. He pumped his groin against her again and growled, “bitch!” as his cum shot into her throat. The word sent Emily to new heights. He pumped again and again, shooting load after load into her. Each time he cursed her, “cunt” then “slut” then “whore” over and over again. Emily bucked and writhed in ecstasy and she imagined each word being branded onto her body as he said it. Her orgasm crested again and again.

Finally he released her, his cock slid back out of her throat and she fell back onto the floor gasping for air. She was still cumming though, an endless orgasm. She cried out in high-pitched squeals as each wave engulfed her. Her toes curled and her hips rose off the ground, her cunt desperately trying to find a cock to fill it.

Eventually it subsided. She came to rest on the floor breathing hard and softly repeating “oh, god” with each exhale. “Oh god, oh god, oh god….”

“Baby are you okay,” Tom asked with serious concern in his voice. Then he was on the floor beside her cradling her in his arms. She buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed. He stroked her hair. He felt her lips against his neck, kissing, searching. He turned his head towards her and her lips found his, her tongue probing his mouth again.

She kissed him intensely for a time. Finally she broke away. She laid her cheek against his and whispered into his ear.

“It’s not your fault, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you for my birthday present.”

They lay there for another moment before she added, “and don’t you DARE try to apologize for it tomorrow!”