“You’ve saved me, good job, I’m not going to praise you. Can you drive me home now?”
A deep chuckle leaves me as I throw the helmet on the bed, coming closer to her until I’m standing right in front of her, looking down at her pretty face.
I reach for her cheeks and squish them gently. “Youare going to stay here,” I smile,but she tearsher face free frommy hand. “And it will be easier if you drop your bratty attitude,” I hiss, already missing touching her.
“Put on your helmet, I don’t want to see your face, I don’t want to be reminded of him,” she turns around, no longer looking at me.
I grab her arm and pull her towards me until her legs are spread and I’m standing between them. “Do you think this is fun? Do you think I enjoy looking almost identical to the person I hate the most?”
She looks like a burning fire as I clench my jaw. “Do you think I fucking enjoy it?” She shakes her head, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and I notice the lump moving in her throat.
“Fucking answer me!”
“No,” she whispers, “I don’t think you enjoy it...” she withdraws for a second, only to meet my eyes with flames I haven’t seen before, “but you sure deserve it!”She slaps me, her palm hitting my cheek.I take a step back in pure shock, but I don’t hide the broad smirk on my face. She’s turning me on just how I like it.
“Did I not tell you to drop the attitude, babydoll?”
“You did. Just never said I would listen,”sherolls her eyes and crosses her arms, her bratty side on full display.
“Lie down.”She doesn’t listen. “Lie. Down.”She refuses.
I take a deep breath, calming my nerves before speaking again. “I will make you feel good, Anastasia, but I need you to listen to my demands.A good girl gets rewarded, a bad girl gets punished.”
Her lips part slightly, her eyes staring me up and down, her chest slowly rising before falling. She clenches her thighs together as I take a step back, her cheeks turning rosy. But the smallest detail I don’t let go unnoticed, is the way her fingertips reach for her nipples like it’s a sacred secret I won’t recognize.
“I’ll never listen to your stupid demands.” Her words sound very much like a lie.
That’s it. I reach for her legs and spread her thighs further.She will learn. “This would’ve been fun if you had listened the first two times. I guess obeying will be for another day.”I smile, and the fire in her eyes stays the same. She looks alarmed, but doesn’t try to stop me.
My knees meet the floor as the scent of her bare pussy sweeps past my nostrils, a whimper leaving me instantly. She doesn’t resist, I knew she wouldn’t. But little does she know she won’t get what she wants.
I kiss her inner thigh, a slow, intimate kiss before letting my warm tongue meet her bare skin. She watches me like the good girl I know she can be, eyes stuck on my every move. My fingers dig into her skin, rocking her back and forth as my lips kiss every sensitive spot, except for her center.
My eyes meet hers and I can’t keep my smile to myself. I watch her as she watches me, as I slowly lower my tongue to her cunt, giving it one intimate lick. Then I kiss her clit and her head falls back on a moan.
“Be my good girl next time, Anastasia. I promise I’ll treat you well.”
I stand up and stroke myself on the outside of my pants a few times. Her mouth is open in disbelief, before she shoots daggers at me for leaving her unsatisfied.
I grab my helmet and leave, locking the door to my house behind me.
This woman will be the death of me.
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I needed to get away, to calm down. So I took a walk to the place that made me buy the cabin out here in the first place.
It’s a big lake, surrounded by towering trees. It has a small waterfall, a sound that spreads calmness when I need it. Calm is what I need to not lose control with her, to not take all of her immediately like every cell in my body demands to.
I take a deep breath. Fog wraps around me, and it feels like stepping into an old, creepy folktale. The brook horse comes to mind, but I shove those thoughts away.
I take my time to get a hold of myself, my frantic pulse still hammering. Unfortunately, my cock is still rock hard from earlier.
This place always manages to grab my thoughts and make sure they’re under control, and that’s exactly what someone like me needs. But I don’t stay for too long, because I’m already craving her presence.
Chapter 7
Anastasia
