Dante
I press my lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nibbles on her skin.
"You taste sweet, just lovely."
I speak in a low and hoarse voice.
My hands slide down her body, exploring her curves and contours.
"I know you don't like it, but I don't care, I enjoy seeing you like this.
"You're mine, honey. All of mine.
I can do whatever I want with you.
And right now I want to taste all of you.
I lower my lips to her collarbone, gently nibbling on it as my hands continue to wander over her.
"You think you can fight me, but you can't.
You're mine now.
You belong to me. And I know you don't want to give up, but you will.
You'll give up very soon.
My lips move lower to her breasts and I cover her skin with kisses.
All this time, my hands are holding her tightly, making it clear that she is mine, and I can do whatever I want with her.
- no... You are welcome.. Mister..
I laugh softly again, enjoying her pleading. It's so cute.
"Please?"
Do you really think this is going to work, honey?
I'm not going to stop just because you ask me to.
You belong to me now.
You're mine.
I press my lips to her ear, whispering softly:
"I'm not 'mister' to you."
From now on, you will address me as "master".
"Got it?"
" I don't want to . "
My patience is running out, I roughly take her by the hair and put her on her knees.
You don't have the right to vote. If I said that, then you're going to do it.
"You bastard!
I'm starting to feel like a bitch , but I need to control myself .
She doesn 't seem so bad to me.
I lift her off my lap and put her on the bed.
I start rummaging through my closet to give her clothes to sleep in.
I take out a long and large T - shirt and hand it to her.
"My people will bring you some clothes tomorrow , but for now , sleep in these . "
I nod silently and say :
"I need to take a bath ."
I nod understandingly.
- of course.
I get out of bed and gesture towards the bathroom.
"You can use the bathroom." I'll wait here.
I go into the bathroom and close the door.
My thoughts and inner state are just boiling like hell.
I turn on the water and start washing, the warm water relaxes.
And what am I supposed to do now, this is some kind of nightmare.
I get out of the shower , put on my underpants and the T-shirt he gave me .
I try to comb my hair with my hands and braid it, hang up the towel, go out and head back to the room.
I watch her approach, her movements cautious.
I feel insecure, rebellious, which still persists.
I reach out and touch her hair, admiring its softness.
- Did you like the bath? I ask, lowering my voice.
- Mg, yes
I smile at her reaction, surprised by the monosyllabic answer.
- Just "mg" and "yes,"
I grin, continuing to stroke her hair.
I pull her closer to me, our bodies just inches apart.
My eyes slide up and down her figure, noting every contour beneath the fabric of her T-shirt.
"You know, my clothes look good on you.
"Nice." Hmm, I want to sleep.
Have a nice dream, Moretti.
I laugh softly at her answer.
"I'm amused by your attempt to end the conversation."
"You're going to bed already, aren't you?" :
I ask, in a teasing tone.
"Okay, then. Sweet dreams, princess.
Anastasia's thoughts
*** Brrr, you idiot
At least he didn 't touch it , for God 's sake ...
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