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I wonder if he regrets it because of how cold I’ve been to him.
I try to act differently, but every time I think about the sinister way Danya talked about my father, my heart contracts. I know now that my father is an evil man, but I still care about him, just like I find it hard to wish ill on Danya.
He might be evil, but he’s a crucial part of my life now.
Fuck, I hate all this. I hate that I have to know things that I never wanted to learn, and that I couldn’t just keep living in this perfect little bubble my entire life.
Danya hasn’t come back to the bedroom yet and it’s late, so I undress, slipping into bed without any clothes on, craving his warmth beside me. I never slept in the same bed with another person since my mother died, and having him here, even if I’m angry at him, would be divine.
As though I manifested it, I hear a soft knock on the door. I don’t answer it, pretending to be asleep as the door opens and I hear Danya walk in. I know it’s him by the weight of his footsteps and the smell of smoke and the smooth spice of his day-old cologne.
I’m secretly happy that he came. I thought he’d leave me in the room alone, and I was prepared to stare into the darkness until I was too tired to be sad.
It’s lonely without him.
“My flower.”
His voice spills over me like warm honey, and I shift in the bed to show him that I’m awake.
He slides into bed, and I feel the hair on his thigh against my skin, goosebumps erupting on my body at the tickling sensation. I smile in the darkness knowing that he can’t see me. I don’t want him to know how good it feels. He’ll have too much power, and I’m terrified to lose what little I have left.
His hand finds my breast, and he rubs his thumb over my nipple until it’s hard. “Remember when I said you’d be doing something for me?” he asks.
“No,” I lie.
The thought has been embedded in my mind like a thorn since he said it. I wondered what he meant, and now I’m going to find out.
“Move down here,” he says, gently pushing my shoulder with his free hand. “Come put your head on my lap.”
My heart rate quickens at his grumbly words, knowing that he’s not clothed and that his lap really means his penis. I’ve touched it with my hand, but I’ve never been that close to it with my face.
At least the light is off, and I can explore him without him watching me. I’d be too embarrassed to do it in the daylight.
“Good girl, right there,” he says, guiding my head down to his cock.
I can feel it growing, not yet fully erect but getting there quickly. I press my cheek into it, feeling it swell and wondering how something so soft and unassuming can grow to be so stiff and enormous.
I put my hand on his balls, feeling the weight of the jewels in his sack. I’ve always wondered what they felt like, and I’m amazed by how soft and delicate they are. One squeeze, and I could send him running from the room howling.
My fingers curl around them as he pulls my hair from my face. He lets out a deep rumbling groan as I tug on them, pulling them tight and them letting them go.
“Easy now, darling,” he says.
Suddenly, I realize I have far more power with my head between his muscular thighs than I do when we’re standing face to face. He’s looking down at me either way, but now I have the power to give him incredible pleasure, or the most wicked pain imaginable.
I take his cock into my mouth, but just the tip, teasing him with it as he tries to push my head down. I resist him, swiping his hand away and squeezing his balls to warn him that I’m in charge. I’m going to flip his entire world upside down, if only for tonight.
I use my tongue on the head of his cock only, making him grunt and push his hips up to get into my mouth. I don’t let him. I want to take the precum from his tip before I get him anywhere close to cumming in my mouth. I need to know what he tastes like first.
The sticky fluid that he releases as he squirms beneath me is slightly sweet, and not at all like I expected it to be. I’ve heard my girlfriends call it bitter or sour, but that’s not the case with Danya. The taste of him is making me wet.
I pull his cock into my mouth with a firm suction, sinking deeper onto it and grabbing the base beneath his balls. I pull them up to my lips, stretching his sack again until he’s aching, and then I stick out my tongue and pleasure him with it, forcing him to ride the edge between pleasure and utter agony.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” he moans, his voice so deep and guttural that my pussy makes a wet spot on the sheets.
I’m almost tempted to forget my goal and finish him off in my mouth before I’ve had a chance to torment him, but I snap out of it when he tries to push my head down again.
Oh, no, you don’t. I’m in charge.
