“Can I go home now?” She taps her foot on the pavement.
“No, come in the house. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Discomfort settles on her pretty face and even from up here I can see the fear flickering in her eyes.
I’m not sure if she’s more afraid of what I’m going to demand next or if she’ll like it. Or if a part of her will crave it.
She sets the hose down and when she makes her way into the house, I move from the balcony to meet her on the stairs.
I get there just as she enters the hallway, looking like a lost little lamb.
“Come up here. We’re going to my room.” I smile down at her.
She stiffens, face firm, back straight. The steps she takes to come to me are like those of someone walking to the gallows.
I keep my gaze trained on her and when she reaches me, I place my hand on the silky skin at the small of her back and guide her the rest of the way.
When we reach my section of the house and walk in, I can tell she’s impressed.
“This is what you call a room?” She looks around the living room area, taking in the décor.
“It sounds better than a wing.”
“You have a whole wing of the house to yourself?” She raises a brow.
“I do. Don’t bother to call me an entitled bastard because I know where you live.”
“Then you know I don’t have a wing of the house to myself and my home isn’t as ginormous as yours. I have an actual bedroom that’s called a room.”
“That’s because your mother wants you to have a taste of normal.”
“That makes no sense.”
It wouldn’t to her. This lavish setup is what you do when you want to get your kid as far away from you as possible. Almost as if they don’t exist. I could be missing for days over here, and no one would know because my father doesn’t check on me.
She has a room because she has an actual family that wants her around.
Mindlessly, she walks in and my eyes glue to her ass. While she’s looking at the art on the walls, I’m looking at her artistic curves and the plump flesh of her ass cheeks.
I wonder if she’d let me fuck her ass. Maybe when I bite it, I can claim it and do whatever the fuck I want. AnI licked it, so it’s minesort of thing.
When she looks at me over her shoulder and catches me ogling, I don’t look away like some pussy. I keep my eyes right where they are so she can see exactly what I’m doing, and there’s no mistake that I’m looking at her.
She blushes fiercely and turns right around to face me.
“Right this way.” I motion toward the little steps ahead of us. “You first.”
“Since this is where you live, wouldn’t it make sense if you lead the way?”
That mouth of hers is going to get her in trouble. The good kind that benefits me.
I walk up to her and cup her face. “Not if I want to stare at your ass,Malyshka, and imagine all the ways I want to fuck it.”
Wide-eyed, she recoils out of my grasp, looking so terrified the vein on the side of her neck trembles.
That fear returns to her eyes, and I know she wouldn’t have had many sexual experiences. If any. So I don’t know how the hell she thought she was going to manage on that website.
“Go.” I give the command slowly and purposefully.