The drive to the pizzeria doesn’t take long, the visit is short, and the restaurant is emptier than usual. The only thing I can think of is going home, strip Anastasia out of her clothes and claim her.
It doesn’t take long before the owners hand me the white paperback with their logo, holding both of our pizzas. We leave the shop just as quickly. I don’t want to risk her safety after all.
The drive home is even quicker but feels longer as my patience is thinning, I want my hands on her already.
We park in the garage and head inside. The smell of the pizzas fills the kitchen as I cut them into slices, and we settle downat the dinner table.
“It was fun,” she says with a smile, “riding with you.”
“Can’t wait for you to ride me,” I say with a serious tone, eyes cold as I look for her reaction. Her cheeks flush instantly as she bites down on her pizza slice.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Mhm,” she nods, mouth filled with food. “This sweater is really soft, it makes me feel good.”
“I’m glad to hear that, babydoll,” I say before taking a bite for myself.
“I have many mixed feelings going on,” she says.
“I know. I didn’t expect anything else, and I’m here if you need to talk. I know I can be... intense. But I am not soulless.” I mean what I say. I’m her owner, but that doesn’t mean I’ll treat her like a toy, like she’s not human.
“Thank you, sir.” She looks at me through her lashes, her blue eyes glittering with something I can’t place as I’m still learning her.
“Are you full?” I ask after a few minutes of her not touching her food.
“Yes, sir,” she says as I reach for a toothpick.
“Good girl,” I say, placing it in my mouth.
I stand up and grab everything, placing it in the kitchen, but I save the rest of her pizza in case she wantsmore of it later.
The way she watches me closely is impossible to ignore, and I fucking love it. Her stare fuels me.
“I can see you staring, Anastasia.”
She looks away instantly, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Don’t apologize, I want your eyes on me, and me only,” I tease her.
“Can I have another sex on the beach?”
“Not right now.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to get drunk.”
“I won’t get drunk.”
“Well, it’s still a no.”
Her eyes land on me again. I lean back against the refrigerator, crossing my arms over my chest as I stare back at her. She’s everything I need, everything I’ve ever wanted. I hatehow I’ll have to hide her for a while, when all I want to do is show her the world. But it’s not safe yet, and I won’t put her in any unnecessary danger.
I pull off my shirt, revealing my skin for her, wanting to keep all her attention on me. Her breath catches in her throat, her thighs pressing together like they always do when she’s turned on.
Suddenly, something lights in her eyes, like new flames of confidence just appeared. She spreads her legs wide as she sits on the chair across the room, but she doesn’t touch herself. Good girl. I smirk, lowering my sweats until my v-line is visible.
Her lips part, her eyes darting to my cock instantly. I drag my hand all the way from my throat to the line of my pants,slowly, letting her imagine whatever she needs to. I want her to break, to ask me for permission to touch herself.
