“Yes.”
“I will not eat on the floor,” she argues, because of course she does.
“You either sit down by yourself, or I’ll make you,” I grit through my teeth. She rolls her eyes before placing herself right where I asked her to.
“Good girl.”
She ignores the praise, “can I eat now?” Her patience is non-existent.
“Did you say good morning yet?”
She looks at me, burning flames behind the beautiful blue color. “No.”
My eyebrows rise, waiting for her to do so.
“Good morning,” she mutters.
“Good morning, who?”
She clenches her fists at her sides. “Good morning, sir.”
“Good job, babydoll.”I say, grabbing her fork and filling it with scrambled eggs.“Now, open your mouth for me.”
She backs away, making the situation much harder than it needs to be. “I’m not letting you feed me.”
“I swear to God, Anastasia, open your fucking mouth.”
She does as I say then, opening her mouth like a good girl.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions. With every truthful answer, I’ll make you feel good. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” My cock hardens when she finally listens to my command without arguing.
“Did the food taste good?”
“Yes, sir.” I pet her head, giving her some more and not letting her go hungry.
“Did you ever truly enjoy fucking my brother?” My jaw tightens as I ask the question.
She looks away, her eyes darting around the room to avoid my gaze. “No...”
“That’s a lie.” She looks at me, eyes wide. “Punishment added,” I let her know of the consequences of lying to me. “I’ll ask you again. Did you ever,truly, enjoy fucking my brother?” I give her a second chance to be honest with me.
Her body goes still as the breath catches in her throat. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re being so good when you answer truthfully,” I praise her even though I hate the answer, reaching for her nipple and pinching it enough to give pleasure.
“Have you ever touched yourself to the thoughtof him?”
Her eyes are shut close as I keep rolling her nipple between my fingertips, but they slowly open before she answers, “yes, sir.”
Anger rises in me. But it’s not her I’m angry with, but Matheo. I don’t let it out since she answered me truthfully, and doesn’t deserve my anger.
I want to kill him for ever laying his hands on her. He knew how badly I wanted this woman for myself.
“Do youliketouching yourself to the thought of him?”
“Sir, I...”
