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"You," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist, clinging to him as he gave me more small pecks.
"I’m not going anywhere," he muttered, and I smiled, not able to raise my head to look at him. Everything that I experienced tonight was a memorable lesson and a moment of intense pleasure, and my body was absolutely drained. All I was able to do was close my eyes and sleep.
37
An Argument
Electra
Myphonebuzzingonthe nightstand made me open my eyes. The bloody thing didn’t ring, only vibrate, but it was enough for me to wake up and peer at it. It was an alarm clock. Today, I had my first training session with a personal trainer in the gym.
I sighed heavily, turning my head to the side where Mr Thorn was sleeping soundly. His attractive face tempted me to touch him. Very slowly, I brought my hand to his cheek. My fingers slowly travelled down his jaw to his chin, and I couldn’t resist moving my index finger to his plump lower lip. It looked so delicious, and I wanted nothing else but to taste it.
The questions about him still not kissing me flooded my mind, making me sad. For some reason, he didn’t want to share that intimate contact with me. It was weird, considering everything we’d been doing together.
I slightly shook my head, focusing on the beautiful contours of the man next to me. But no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up staring at his lips. My eyes were glued to the Cupid’s bow of his upper lip, and I lazily grazed my index finger along his round lower one, enjoying its softness. I moved my fingers back and forth, faintly touching him, not wanting to wake him up.
However, I obviously wasn’t careful enough because when I was in the middle of the third round of my little touching game with his mouth, he abruptly moved, taking my finger between his teeth, fake-biting it. I screamed in shock, jolting away from him and almost falling from the bed.
He burst into laughter, grabbing me by my forearm and pulling me back onto his chest.
"That wasn’t nice, sir," I groaned, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. My heart was hammering in my chest, still recovering from the momentary shock.
"Who ever told you that I’m nice?" He chuckled, giving me a small peck on my forehead. Instantly, worries about us not sharing one passionate kiss enveloped my uneasy heart, and I pulled myself up, watching his playful smirk. But when he noticed I wasn’t quite okay, he frowned, putting his large hand on my cheek.
"What’s going on, princess?" he asked, studying my face.
"Nothing," I quickly replied, unsure of what to say to him. His thick black eyebrows shot up, and I inhaled a sharp breath. We had a specific rule about this answer, and I broke it the moment I had a chance. "I-I just…" I stuttered, trying to figure out some suitable response.
"You what, sweetheart?" His encouraging look and gentle touch made me forget my fear, and I told him the truth. What could possibly happen? He shouldn’t be mad at me for being honest, right?
"I want to kiss you," I whispered, watching as he blinked a few times. I wasn’t sure if he understood what I said, so I elaborated. "I want a real kiss, lips to lips, teeth to teeth, tongue to tongue," I explained, slightly perplexed by his mischievous grin.
"My morning breath can kill you, princess," he teased, and I rolled my eyes at him. He just couldn’t be serious about it. He clearly wanted to avoid the topic.
"Don’t roll your eyes at me, Electra." Although the smile didn’t vanish from his face, there was a clear warning in his words, which I decided to ignore.
"Or what? I won’t sit on my ass?" I mocked him, angry. He was able to spank my bottom without hesitation, but he couldn’t seal our relationship with a kiss after a few weeks. I moved my head to the side, and he retracted his hand from my cheek, frowning at me. I sat on my heels, not caring about my nakedness, glaring at him.
"You don’t want to play this game, darling," he stated, pulling himself up and leaning against the headboard. His eyes didn’t leave my face for a second, making me quiver under his scrutinising gaze.
"It’s not a game, Bastian; it’s real!" I raised my voice, using his name for the first time, so he knew I was really pissed. Submissive or not, he should respect my needs and answer my questions. And at this moment, he was ignoring everything about me and only focusing on himself and his selfish reasons, which I didn’t know and understand.
"Are you really throwing a tantrum because I didn’t kiss you?" he asked in disbelief, and I almost groaned in frustration. Most of the time, he knew what I needed and what I wanted, but this time, he was completely blindanddeaf. Couldn’t he see how important it was to me?
"I’m not a little girl, and it’s not about a forgotten goodnight kiss—you know that!" I yelled, annoyed by his question. He was acting like I was overreacting over nothing. "And you know very well what I’m talking about!" I pointed my index finger at him, breathing hard, when I noticed he was absolutely calm. It only angered me more.
"When are you planning to actually kiss me, huh? Like a man, like a lover, like I’m your princess! When?" I couldn’t control my temper when I was glaring into his emotionless face and cold eyes. In front of me was a heartless, careless robot who wasn’t interested in my feelings at all.
"With this attitude, never, Electra," he replied icily, and my stomach sank when he got up from bed and slammed the door into the bathroom behind him. Without thinking, I grabbed my blue slipper and I threw it across the room, hitting the wooden door hard.
With an exasperated sigh, I lay down on the bed, staring at the white ceiling. I should get ready for my lesson with a trainer, but I wasn’t in the mood to exercise. I agreed with it only because of Mr Thorn. And if he didn’t want to do something for me, why should I go and torture myself in the gym because of him?
It took me a second to realise my behaviour was irrational and childish. I was old enough to know that, but I just couldn’t help myself. I was tempted to burst through the door of the bathroom and splash cold water into his face. He made me feel like an arrogant child, and I hated it.
After ten minutes of waiting for him to finally walk out, I stood up, took small steps to the door, and listened. No sound was heard, so I turned the knob and peeked into the room. Mr Thorn was leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest, frowning at me. Shit! He was waiting for me. He knew I would eventually come in.
"I need to take a shower," I muttered, trying for a calm tone. Spending another minute with him trying to push him to answer was pointless. He was hard to work with, and it was even harder to make him do something he didn’t want to do. Again, I had to admit defeat and think about a different approach.
