I let her move her head back when her breaths grow shallow. She rests her chin on my shoulder, hugging me tightly.
“Shall we go home, or do you want to play more?” I ask her while rubbing her back.
“I thought I was winning,” she hits my back. “Why do you always have to win?”
I chuckle, walking us toward the mansion. “You picked the wrong game.”
We come out of the forest onto the road leading to the mansion. She lifts her head to look at me. “Why is it always you who has everything in control? I also want to have control over you.”
“I have worked very hard to get this control over everything, Dove,” I meet her eyes. “But I have no control over anything related to you.”
She rests her chin on my shoulder again. “Liar. Everything happens according to you. When you want distance between us, you keep me away. When you want to kiss me, you kiss me. When you want to move our relationship forward, you make it happen. Whatever I want never happens. I don’t want to stay in an unequal relationship.”
We reach the mansion. She removes her shoes using her toes, tossing them into the hallway while never stopping her complaints, and I keep listening to her without interruption.
“Do you still remember you promised me never to kiss me again, and yet you kissed me today just because you wanted to? If it had been me, you would have said no.”
I take her inside my room and close the door behind her. I place her on the bed. She climbs down and sits cross-legged. I sit in front of her.
“You want me to kiss you?” I ask.
She pouts. “When did I say so?”
“Then what do you want? From now on, whatever you want will happen.”
She narrows her eyes, and then my little demon’s smile paints itself on her beautiful face. “Strip.”
I get up from the bed and start doing as she demands. She lays down on the bed, propping her head up with her elbow, watching me remove my clothes.
I remove my shoes and socks, then my T-shirt, placing it at the end of the bed. Next, I pull off my sweatpants and place them over the T-shirt.
I tug at the waistband of my boxers when she says, “Stop.”
I raise a brow. She watches me, her face flushed. “Come closer.”
She sits on the bed, coming closer to me. Then she lifts her hands and begins to touch my body. She doesn’t realize how painfully intense her teasing is for my balls. Every touch of her soft hands feels electrifying. And then, without caring about the consequences, this little demonlicks my abs. I clench my fists to stop myself from throwing her onto the bed, tearing every piece of fabric off her, and devouring every inch of her body.
Just when I forcibly calm myself from her licking me like a kitten, she starts nibbling. I grab her hair and pull her head back. She looks up at me, complaint shining in her golden eyes.
“Don’t do something whose consequences you can’t handle,” I mutter in a thick, low voice.
“I’m allowed to do whatever I want, right?” she asks.
I nod, massaging her scalp. “But there will be consequences, Dove.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Like?”
I bend down, bringing my eyes level with hers, my mouth close to her ear. “Like getting fucked really hard.”
I suck on the skin below her ear. A breathy moan rewards me.
“I’m not afraid of consequences,” she mutters, touching my chest.
I stand tall again. “You have touched me enough for free.”
She doesn’t stop, her hands reaching lower on my boxers. She runs her fingers over the bulge. “I can pay.”
“Then remove your clothes.”
