Page 4 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

Is it the kind where she gets up and mills around the place acting like we’re old pals… She’s my babygirland I’m herboy.

Or is it the borderline friendship day where she’s acting like she’s already my doll and allows me to suck her tits.

It’s those days I wish she’d stop playing this seriously weird game and allow me to take her on her hands and knees the way I want.

Her on her hands and knees, or chained to my bed…

Whichever day it is, we’re changing things up today.

I am.

Last night as I watched her strip, I decided today was the day I was going to give this unusual relationship of ours a kick in the right direction.

Change the game we’re playing and I’m not going to allow her to tell me anything other than yes.

I’m too old for this shit. I just turned thirty-nine and I’m not some fucker who needs to pussyfoot around shit, even if our particular case is a little delicate.

This situation here makes me look weak and I hate weakness of any kind.

I’m a ruthless bastard, a prick at best, and it’s not in my nature to see a woman I want and playfriendswith her.

The worst thing about it is, this isn’t just a now thing.

It’s been happening since we were kids. There were many instances when I had no business looking at her then because I’m nine years and a few months older than she is.

Try being twenty three and watching her at fourteen, twenty five and watching her at sixteen.

I could have probably taken the plunge to do something when she turned eighteen or the many years that followed, but she was head over heels for Gabriel.Gabe, my younger brother.

Long story,very long story… it led us here.

Here where I accept that she loved him.Loved, as in past tense

Here, to this peculiar relationship of ours.

Hereto my bed where she comes almost every night and we do…

nothing.

Sometimes we end up like this. Sometimes not.

I gaze at her perfection. Long wild honey blond hair sprawled out against the pillow. Her pretty mouth with full cherry lips pressing together as she stirs.

The soft hint of sunlight spilling through the window caresses her skin the way I want to, stopping just at the edge of her black lace panties.

At least she always keeps her panties on when she’s with me.

That’s going to change very soon.

She stirs again and I run my finger over the taut skin of her stomach. In response, she lifts her dainty hand and presses it to my chest. A little smile tips the corners of her delicate mouth as a perfectly manicured finger traces the deep ridge of the muscles lining my abs and her cheeks flush.

Good.Good sign to set the scene for what I have up my sleeve for this doll.

Thick black lashes flutter as she opens her eyes fully and I’m greeted with her warm coffee colored gaze.

I would have led slowly into this if I didn’t see the tips of her nipples pebble.

She sees me looking and knows I don’t plan to look away.

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