The view is fucking incredible. I lift my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, then sit down at the chest press and begin my workout while filthy thoughts of using Theodora consume me.
Her legs work up and down in time with my arms pulling the weights in and out. I imagine worshipping those slender thighs, kissing my way up them until I get to her apex, then I’d bury my head in her pussy and devour her until she screams for mercy.
Hell, I’d make my fucking brat beg.
Hmm, I’d pin her down and show her who’s in charge, who owns her little body. “Fuck yes,” I growl, stroking my solid cock.
She stops, and her hand moves to her phone, cutting the music. Then she stands and faces me, swiping the sweat from her forehead. Her face is flushed, her chest heaving, and I long to step forward and demand her to fall to her knees for me.
My gaze narrows in on the bead of moisture dripping down her chest, heading toward her tits, and I lick my lips. I could drag my tongue over her chest and up her throat before devouring her mouth.
“How long have you been in here?” she asks, her tone accusing.
“Long enough to watch your ass bounce up and down in time with your legs working out.”
Her eyes widen.
“By the way, your shorts are too short. Don’t wear them again. Who else has access to this gym?” I dart my head around, looking for cameras or any kind of security, but of course there are none, just like there’s nothing at the perimeters of the property.
During my morning jog, I took assessment of the whole estate, and it’s lackluster; the whole thing is for show and nothing more.
A kidnapper’s or thief’s dream property.
It angers me that they think so little of their princess and her safety. It shouldn’t, but it does. Especially when they leave her to her own devices for weeks on end.
“Well, you’re one to talk. Yours are tiny,” she snipes back, and I glance down at my shorts and the bulge growing there, so just to get a reaction out of her, I stand, giving her the full size of me.
“There’s nothing tiny about me, Little Brat. I’m sure you can admit that.” I smirk.
Her face glows, and I revel in it. “I-I was referring to your shorts.”
“Sure you were.” I grin, enjoying her discomfort. “Did you enjoy the little show last night?”
She darts her eyes away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I chuckle. “No?”
She taps on her phone, paying more attention to it than me, and annoyance rumbles inside me. “Nope.” She pops thep.
I snatch the phone from her and shove it in my back pocket. Her mouth falls open, and outrage flares in her eyes.
Stepping toward her, I invade her space, forcing her to step back until her back hits the wall. Then I push my thumb onto her bottom lip, relishing the way her eyes fill with lust as I settle it there. My cock jolts, wanting in on the action I’m conjuring in my mind.Her on her knees, pleading for mercy.“Do you want your phone back, Little Brat?” I grunt.
She nods but makes no attempt to speak or push my hand away. Nope, my little brat likes me controlling her, regardless of her telling me otherwise.
I slide my thumb in farther, cupping her chin with the palm of my hand and cradling her head like precious cargo.
She wants this, needs this, as much as I do.
From the moment her eyes locked with mine last night, she’s all I’ve been able to think about. In that moment, while fucking another woman, it was she who owned me, controlled me.
She’s mine.
“On your knees, Little Brat. You’re going to learn how to be obedient.”
She swallows hard, and when I slide my hand away from her, her shoulders sag. She scans my face, and I lean in closer,making sure she knows without a shadow of a doubt that I’m serious. Deadly serious. “On. Your. Knees.”
Slowly, she drops to her knees, and I hiss between my teeth at the power surging inside me. Holy shit, this is hot.
