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Zeev takes the lead and I can tell that he’s up to something. I narrow my eyes at him and it’s confirmed when he asks, “Ma’am, is there somewhere to clean up before dinner?”

Her polite voice of indifference is back when she responds.

“Yes, you can use Blanche’s childhood room. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes. Blanche can take you.”

With those final remarks, she stands and leaves with her guard dog Nicholas nipping at her heels. Thankfully taking his creepy looks with him. I lead us to my childhood bedroom. Once the door closes, I turn to look at Zeev and he has a wicked grin and gleam in his eye.

Oh shit, I’m in over my head with this man.

“Lock the door, Red,” he demands.

Turning back and locking the door, my body starts to respond as soon as I hear the click. I’m racked with anticipation for what he plans to do next. He pulls me closer.

“I didn’t like the way that bastard Nicholas is looking at you. Let's make sure he knows you’re mine.”

Rolling my eyes, I watch Zeev turn away from me to sit on the bed. He leans against the headboard, waving his finger at me.

“Red, come sit on my face.”

A shiver rolls through my body and goosebumps start to form. As if his voice touched me all over, my core reacts at the same time and I can feel my panties start to dampen. Not being able to deny his command, I walk over to where he is on the bed.

“Red, are you wet for me? Did the idea of you sitting on my face make your pussy wet? I want to make you scream my name so loud that everyone in this house will know who you belong to.”

Not being able to form any words, I just follow his dirty directions and undress while Zeev lays down even further on the bed, watching my every move. I start to hover over his face and feel my nerves taking over. Zeev doesn't let me get too far into my head, wrapping his arms around my thighs to pull me down.

“I said sit on my face, not lean over or fucking hover. I want to breathe you in.”

“I don’t want to suffocate you,” I whisper hesitantly.

“Red,” he purrs out, “Death by your pussy would have me dying a happy man.”

When his mouth connects with my slit, I let out a loud groan. My pussy gets even wetter with every stroke of his tongue. I’m not sure how this man can make me so wet. In the past, I’ve had a hard time being able to orgasm during sex. With Zeev, I feel like I can orgasm just by him talking to me, that’s how much my body loves him. This man owns my body, now I just have to make sure that’s the only thing he gets.

Zeev starts sucking hard on my clit, pulling me from my thoughts and forcing me to live in the moment. I’m getting so close as I ride his face that my arms instantly go up to play with my nipples as a warm tingling starts to form in my lower abdomen. Zeev pushes my legs a little bit wider inserting his tongue into my channel as his nose nuzzles my clit. I start to cum.

Screaming, “Zeev, fuck yes! I’m cumming!”

Rolling around on his face as I come down from my high, Zeev flips me over so that my back is on the mattress, and kisses me with a wink.

“Red, do you think everyone heard you scream my name? I’m not going to wash my face. I want everyone to see your juices dripping off my chin.”

Feeling hot all over after that dirty declaration from Zeev. I get dressed, giving us a once over, hoping we look presentable. Opening the door to head to dinner, we find Gregory halfway down the hall to escort us.

Entering the dining room, we take our places to begin this circus of a dinner. Not sure what to expect but I have a bad feeling. Anxiety is starting to build within my body, warning me. The buildup that always occurs before a storm. As the thought enters my head, a loud clap of thunder sounds through the sky followed by a flash of lightning.

Grabbing Zeev’s hand, I grip it as tight as possible trying to calm myself. Grandmother is watching this whole exchange between Zeev and I with a look of disapproval, she clicks her tongue.

“Blanche, I see you still have that ridiculous fear of storms.”

It’s not a question. She says it as a statement, dripping with disdain. She wants me to know that she sees my weakness and that it’s not acceptable. Over the years, she sent me to any therapy that she thought would help me fight my aversion to storms. The fact that it didn’t work pisses her off.

Trying to be as cordial as possible, I say, “Everything bad that has happened to me has been during a storm. Why would I enjoy storms?”

With my answer, the table is enveloped in silence while the staff brings our dinner out. Could this be anymore fucking awkward?

I clear my throat to try to break the awkwardness. “Grandmother, thank you so much for having us. We appreciate the hospitality and have some good news to share.”

I look over at Zeev, giving him the hint that I’m about to drop a bomb on them. He just gives me a slight nod, gripping my hand tighter to reassure me. I look back over to my grandmother and continue.

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