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—I put you in this, I ordered you and put you in the position I wanted so that you would end up passed out in the early morning.
I extend my arm so I can take one of the tissues from the box on the nightstand. I gently open her legs, adjust the handkerchief in my hands and look at her.
—Let me clean you up.
—Today you are in a better mood, it shows.
—I'm just cleaning your body.
I run the paper against her thighs, clean them and move up until I can pass it through her slit. With the intention of making her moan, I press my finger against her clitoris, rub it and she withdraws, releasing a light gasp.
—I know what you do.
-You do not like? —I ask mockingly—. Your body cannot lie to me, I feel like this is the first time it has had this type of reaction and the same reactions that only I believe. So, I know you want to take this to another level.
—If so, it will be my challenge.
-And that you wait?
—Let you lie down so I can say a couple of things to your face.
—And for that I need to lie down?
-AHA.
I remove the tissue, get up and take it to the trash can. I settle on the bed letting her settle on my body. I hold her legs on either side of me, tracing circles on her soft thighs.
"Yesterday I felt annoyed because I hadn't gotten you to make me cum, that bothers me because I want to be the one who imposes at all times," she tells me confidently. That's why today you pay me, today you do what I order you.
—What do I get in exchange?
—Nothing, you're going to stay hard until you manage to make me fall again. —She leans down rubbing her breasts against my chest—. Because this is the game, the game of perdition. Let's see who falls first.
—That interests me.
I bury my fingers in his hair, stretch until I capture his mouth. I savor her , I taste her lips and I bite and then release them. She moves on my hip, her wetness wetting my open ivory shirt.
—Salvatore, I have wanted you so much that what I plan to force you to do to me is too much. I don't know myself, but I understand that this is not my living room, it is not my comfort zone.
—I quite like seeing you so sure, so needy to the point of letting go without shame.
—What made you wake up in a good mood?
I caress his hips, letting him kiss my neck, his tongue providing me with various caresses that make me take a while to construct my response.
—I talked to my sister, I needed it because I hadn't done it in a while, it went well.
"That makes me happy, you all need to talk," he comments, rising again. And I remember yesterday that you told me that you don't speak, you act without thinking.
—I think I was wrong, we can talk among ourselves, between family.
—It's good that you analyzed it and accepted it.
-How about you? —I question with doubt—. I think these days you were not so open to experimenting, today I see a change in you.
He puts his hands against my chest, I begin to feel a loss of heat on his sex due to the resounding change of subject. However, it doesn't bother me because listening to her talk and deal with her own nightmares is what I like to see from her the most.
—It's the first time that I didn't dream about people who hurt me, although those memories were hidden in my past, they continue to appear in my dreams as light reminders of everything I went through since my father's other family.
