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“Please, sir. Let me cum,” Sasha begs, making me feel victorious.
Her face lights up when I spread her folds and place my fingers around her clit. She shakily breathes while I roll my fingers on the hard center of the nub. "Please," she repeats with broken breaths as I rub her clit at a fast pace and press it with intensity.
Her shoulder shakes again, hinting she's back on the edge of an orgasm. Her moans become short and fast. Her heels rise as her toes push hard against the floor. "Didn't you curse me a while ago?"
“What?” Her face turns red with anger when I step away.
"If you don't want to suffer, pet, mind that mouth," I say and walk back to the door.
“Stop this, Gabriel!” Sasha’s voice becomes different. She sounds demanding – like a queen ordering her knights to battle. I stop and turn back at her. With an angry stare that freezes me, she warns, “If you don’t let me have what I want, I won’t play this game with you.”
I retort to her with a matching glare. She doesn’t back down. I laugh a little at her show of bravery. I’ve seen her with Anya and how she can be sassy. She looks more attractive when she shows confidence. But it also reminds me that she’s Xerxes’s daughter.
“You don’t want to stop playing with me, Sasha,” I warn her.
"I said I'll try this stuff but haven't submitted to it yet."
"Again, Sasha, you don't want to stop playing with me," I walk closer to her and look her straight in the eyes, showing her that it's my warning. She ignores it and fights me with her eyes. “Say it, Sasha.”
“What if I choose to stop? It doesn’t mean I’ll end everything between us,” Sasha gives in and returns to her submissive tone.
I push my face closer to her. Her lips curve to a soft smile before she initiates a passionate kiss. "You can't end everything between us, Sasha," I say while hugging her.
Because if she ends it with me, she'll start everything with a demon who only wishes her to be his slave.
Epilogue
Dmitri
The pole dancer keeps her eyes on me while she swings around. She slides down and brushes the crack of her butt on the pole behind her. The volume of the music slows down as she bends. I laugh as she tries to expose more of her cleavage to me. I raise my eyebrows while looking at her breasts, wondering if they are real.
The owner of the nightclub knows me well. I'm into beautiful girls with huge tits and nice booties. But these past months, the women he gives me have fake boobs. What's so good with large boobs when they only feel like blobs? I like natural tits. The owners cry more when I slap, squeeze, and play with them.
I unzip my pants and look straight at the dancer. Her eyes sparkle, and she quickly crawls toward me.Crawl.The only women who can stand in front of me are my wife, mother, and sister. All other women are nothing but my pets. And pets don't walk or talk. They crawl when I call them. Bark when I tell them.
“Swallow it,” I order. The dancer backs off a bit.
Hesitation irritates me. One moment of it is a waste of my time. I clutch the top of the woman’s head and direct her to my crotch. She holds my cock and puts her mouth around it. I release her head and spread my hands on the backboard of the couch. I watch as she bobs her head while sucking my cock.
Sasha Belov.I can't get her out of my head. I don't know if I want her to be my wife, but I would love to have her in the same position as this dancer. She must look like a cute fat girl licking a popsicle. My imagination makes me laugh.
Her size may be laughable, but her beauty is not. I cannot get over it. I wish to look at her face for a long time. As for her body, there are always doctors who can make her lose her excess fat. I can also force her to exercise to develop her curves. She will look like a goddess after losing it. Like a red-haired Russian Beyonce.
The door to the private room opens, and Divina walks in. The dancer stops and looks at her. Divina gives the dancer a sign to leave the room. I grab the dancer's hair and put the cock back into her mouth.
“She’s staying,” I tell my sister.
“You know I would have to kill her if she stays,” Divina warns.
The dancer wants to pull away, but I push her head to my crotch. “I will kill her if she fails to satisfy me and swallow my cum.”
The dancer looks at Divina and back to me. She doesn’t know what to do. Her pale face gains color again when Divina laughs. The dancer looks at me when Divina orders her to leave the room again. I chuckle and nod my head. Divina laughs while watching the dancer crawl out of the room.
“Are you going to look for the girl in America?” Divina asks. She slams her purse on the table when I don’t answer. “You are going to marry this fat girl? Are you that desperate to become the next brigadier after Papa?”
"Sister, I don't have reasons to be desperate. I'm the only son and the rightful heir," this truth always makes my sister's nose flare from anger.
“You can always find a more suitable woman,” Divina points out. “I will not have a sister-in-law that looks like a pig.”
