She starts rocking back and forth on the chair, watching for my reaction. I shake my head as a warning, but she doesn’t stop. My eyebrows shoot up as she looks at me, her eyes daring.
“Stop it.” My voice echoes through the room, but she continues.
I take one step towards her and she stops instantly, pushing and toying with my limits. “Take off your clothes,” I say, reaching down into my pants.
She does as I order, removing all fabric from her body until she’s naked.
“Stand up and bend over for me.”
I walk over to her, her perfect ass in the air, waiting to get slapped. My palm hits her cheek as the other grabs my cock. She whimpers as the burning sensation spreads, and the sound is like music to my ears.
“You’ve been so good today, Anastasia, don’t fuck it up.” I slap her again, my cock growing even further.
“What if I want you, sir?” Her words catch me off guard and irritation washes over me. Because I know she’s trying to play with me in her new found confidence.
“Do you want me, baby?” I move even closer, pull her by the hair and hold her body steady against mine.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is confident, that’s how I know what she’s doing. She still thinks she can compare me, handle me like she did my brother.
“Why are you being a bad girl? Don’t you think I see right through you? Don’t you think I know exactly what you’re trying to do, Anastasia? You will never have me wrapped around your finger like you think you did with my brother.” My tone is sharp.
“I do want you, sir.”
“I’ll know when you want me, because you’ll be begging me to fuck you raw with tears in your eyes. You’ll beg to have every inch of me inside you.”
I loosen the grip on her and she turns around, dragging her fingertips over my chest, stomach, while looking right into my eyes. “I’ve already told you, I will never beg.”
The sentence almost makes me laugh. “Oh, baby, trust me, you will,” I say as I tilt over her, grabbing her ass tightly as my cock presses against her stomach.
I see the way she bites back her attitude, forcing herself to behave in front of me. It turns me on just like everything else she does. Fuck, she wouldn’t have to do anything and I would still get turned on by her.
Then, I can’t hold back, needing to feel her lips against mine. My hand wraps around her neck as I pull her against me, my lips crashing against hers. She tastes sweeter than candy, of fucking course she does.
I deepen the kiss as her tongue meets mine, and I know I’ll never get enough of her.
She whimpers into my mouth as she takes a steady hold around my length, but I pull away instantly. “Have you asked to touch your owner?” I smirk, knowing she wants to touch me.
“No, sir,” she says, staring into my eyes.
“So do you have permission?”
“No, sir.” She curls her fists at her sides, keeping her need to herself.
I pull up my pants before letting go of her after getting what I wanted. I love seeing how she goes against her own words and listens to her body instead. The thought of her shaking beneath me grabs me with force, and I can’t wait to turn that fantasy into reality.
She doesn’t tear her eyes from me, she keeps staring up and down like her body craves me, and I know it does.
“I’m bored,” she confesses, making my point. She didn’t want me like I needher to want me.
“You need to rest, it’s been a long day and your body has been through a lot.”
She sighs, still standing naked before me. But I make sure to keep my focus on her face.
“I’m still bored,” she repeats, as if to make a statement. “And all my thoughts, they’re consuming. I just want to think ofanythingrather than my father, my home...”
“I suppose you mean your old house?” I don’t want her referring to it asher home, my house is her home now.
“Yes, sir. My old house.” She corrects herself like the good girl she is.
