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Again, disappointment hit me. I needed to have a serious talk with my libido, since we had started having sex with Genevieve, I swore I was horny all the time.

“Ok,” I said, getting up and pausing the movie.

I grabbed our drinks, and took them into the kitchen as Genevieve grabbed the trash, following me into the kitchen.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” I said, leaving our dishes in the sink to clean later.

“Of course,” she said, leaning against the counter. “As soon as Luke suggested it, I knew I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Thank you.” I closed the distance between us, rubbing my nose with hers, kissing her softly, enjoying her for a moment more before she left.

I moaned when she pushed me against the counter, kissing me stupidly.

“I’m disappointed in you, Little Minx,” she growled against my lips. “I've been waiting all night for you to take charge.”

“I—”

She didn’t let me finish my sentence, kissing me again with fervor. Our tongues fought for dominance, as I tried to make sense of what she had just said.

“Wait a minute, I've been giving you signals all night,” I said, getting a little annoyed.

“Oh, Little Minx what did I tell you when we first met?” She stepped away from me. “You take what you want, you don’t wait for anyone to give you what you need. You fucking demand it.”

Genevieve turned around, grabbed her purse and headed to the front door. I was confused for a moment wondering why the hell I didn’t just go for what I wanted. Before she reached the door, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into me.

“That was my mistake,” I snapped. “I don’t know why I waited for you, when you're right, I take what I want.”

I pushed her into the wall, kissing her roughly, taking her purse off and leaving it on the floor.

“Little Minx, you think that is?—”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence as I started kissing her again. She fought against me, trying to push me off, but I stood my ground. I grabbed her wrists, putting them above her headas I kissed her. I controlled the kiss, pressing myself against her. Her tits felt so good against mine.

Grabbing her wrist in one hand, I trailed my hand down her body to her tits, grabbed a handful, massaging them before pinching them and pulling slightly.

Genevieve gasped into my mouth, and I did it again, swallowing her moan. My hand wandered over her stomach to the waistband of her leggings, slipping under it slowly. She raised her hips and I stopped.

“Do I need to tell you to be still,” I snapped.

Genevieve glared at me defiantly. “Oh, Little Minx, don’t get too comfortable, now touch my pussy.”

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Oh, Mistress, you're not in charge anymore. I am.”

I slid my hand lower, softly gliding a digit over her clit.

“Talk back to me again and I might torture you to see how long I can make you go without coming,” I said, kissing her cheek, putting more pressure on her clit. “Or maybe I’ll get you right to the edge of an orgasm, and then send you home.”

“You do that and I’ll?—”

I bit her neck, silencing her, rubbing her clit with more pressure.

“Little Minx,” she said, but it came out more as a whine.

“Should I make you beg,” I said against her neck. “I think you would look great on your knees, Mistress.”

She growled, pulled her hand out of my grip, grabbing my shirt in her fist and as she pushed me back until my legs hit the chaise on the sofa.

“It’s cute that you think you are in charge.” She turned me quickly, and pulled my leggings down. Before I knew it, she had kicked my feet apart and bent me forward, slapping my ass hard.

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