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“Really good,” I say.
Later on, after even more shopping, I get home and Danhy is sitting on the couch, in the dark. There is some light streaming in from the moon.
“Danhy?” I ask, concerned.
“I thought I could handle it, Zoya. But I don’t like you away from me. I didn’t even give you a phone.”
“I didn’t like it either,” I say dropping my bags and running to jump in his lap. He catches me and the kiss he gives me makes me weak. “How about I show you the clothes I bought?”
“Model for me?”
“Da,” I say standing, turning the lamp next to him on. I bend over to take my boots off, followed by my socks. Then open my jeans and shimmy out of them. Followed by panties and sweater. I didn’t think to put a bra on, so I am naked now. I turn to the bags when he stops me.
“Pixie, forget the bag, come to me,” I grin and turn back to him. He’s pulled his cock out of his grey sweats and is stroking it. I climb onto his lap and drop my pussy down his length. Moaning, I shift back and forth, up and down. Then he raises his hips and fucks into me. Eventually, I am on my back on the floor while he slams in and out of me. His grip on my hip is so hard, I know he’s leaving bruises over the ones from yesterday and I love it. After we come several times, he lifts me and gently carries me to the bathtub. He runs us a bath where he washes my hair again. In bed he brushes it out for me and plays with it until I drift off.
The last thing I hear is, “I love you, My Pixie.”
“I love you too, my King.” I hope I was awake enough to say it out loud.
Chapter Nine
Danhy
“Zoya! What the hell are you doing?” I ask her trying not to sound too pissed off, even though I am. I walk in the house from being at the office to find her cleaning. Now, I know it’s not a big deal to some, but to me, she should be relaxing. Taking it easy. She has just undergone a traumatic ordeal and even though nothing half as bad as what could have happened to her, did, she still went through a bunch of shit and I want her to take some time to work through that. However, I am finding that my little fairy is antsy. She is used to moving and doing things. She grew up traveling. So, sitting still is new for her.
“I’m cleaning. I mean I know there isn’t much to clean, but I figured it can’t hurt.”
“I know what you are doing, Pixie. I want to know why? What did I tell you to do before I left the house this morning?” I stand there with my arms crossed and legs spread, waiting for her answer. I already know how she is going to respond, hence the reason I’m standing here like this. I have discovered in the past few days just how feisty she is. When she doesn’t agree with something I have said, she doesn’t hesitate to tell me. Most times we laugh it off and move on. Other times, when I find it serious and refuse to budge, it leads to an argument, which usually results in her on her back, knees and/or head bowed.
“Well I don’t know what to tell you Danhy. I am not used to sitting in one spot all day doing nothing. I told you last night I was fine. Other than not knowing what they were going to do to me, the extent of my trauma is limited. At most, I am just not keen on being alone. Well, more so I don’t want to be without you right now.” Well shit. When she puts it like that? She turns and begins scrubbing the counter again and I find that it pisses me off more.
“Zoya, drop the damn sponge,” I say a bit gruffer than I intended.
“No,” she says, ignoring me and continuing what she is doing. Her defiance is making my cock hard and excited.
“Zoya! I said drop the fucking sponge. You really want to defy me right now?” I see her shoulders droop a bit as she thinks about this question.
“It’s not that, Sir.” She whispers. “I just don’t want to be coddled. I am fine. I am the daughter of Russian dignitaries. I don’t need…” I walk up against her my front to her back. My hands grip her hips, as I keep her facing the way she is. I dig my hands into her skin, so she knows I am not playing.
“Don’t finish that sentence, baby. Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t give a SHIT about anything else but right now. Right now, in this very moment, you belong to me. You are MY woman. MY love. MY forever. So, telling me what you need and don’t need, is simply pissing me off. Bend over the sink.” I tell her, my voice leaving no room for argument. She knows when she is dealing with Danhy and when she is dealing with ‘Sir’. I unzip my pants, not bothering with anything else. This is meant to be a quick punishment fuck and nothing else. Ripping her panties off her, I slam my cock inside of her, smacking her ass at the same time. “You feel that?” I ask her holding her chin so her head is up near my ear.
