I looked down at her expectantly, demanding submission.
She did not display any signs of surrender, such lowering her lashes. Her eyes never left mine; she seemed unable to tear them away.
“I… Okay, so I’ll ask again: “What is it that you want?”
My chest let forth a deep, rumbling sound. A second passed before I realized it was indeed a chuckle.
Because of it, I relaxed a little. It’s possible that I’m having an effect on her, but she certainly had me completely captivated. There was a limit beyond which I could not go. To put it bluntly, I didn’t own her; Nicola did. And if I lingered much closer, I would do much more to keep her quivering for me, just as she is now.
To avoid more eye contact, I quickly surveyed the wreckage she’d left behind. When I stepped in, I saw that she had been looking through the drawer where I keep my sketchbook. That door remained locked.
Ultimately, that’s probably for the best. I couldn’t contain myself if I’d seen her response to my designs. Given Nicola’s preferences, she would undoubtedly be moved by them.
It’s okay, I reassured her, you can clean up the mess later. Please stop digging through my stuff.
While I could put her up in one of the sixteen guest rooms, I like the notion of having her share my bed. I also planned to treat her well while she was in my custody, and I had the best room in the house.
“Let’s go.” I made a U-turn and beckoned for her to come with me. That’s right, I’m the one who cooked the meal.
Are you going to keep ignoring me like this? I poked fun at her a bit by asking. But I doubt she would catch on to the joke if I smiled at her. When I was helping out around the house, I didn’t have much opportunity to smile.
Her eyes glowed blue, and I could tell by the way her lips twisted angrily that she wanted to tell me what she was thinking. Her dish was almost empty, so she put her fork down next to it. Needless to say, she was hungry since she gobbled up the spaghetti bolognese I cooked for her. It was a success regardless of whether she mentioned my cooking talents or not.
“What on earth could we possibly discuss?” As she tossed her long, black hair over her shoulder, her voice was curt. I was curious whether the fabric really felt as smooth as it did. Wrapping it around my fist, I pictured her sucking my cock.
As the pain in my dick increased, I rapidly switched gears.
“Surely you are an Art major. Let me know more about it. ”
As she looked at me, she blinked. “How did you figure out that I’m an Art major? ”
“I warned you I was keeping tabs on you. I’ve done a lot of research on you and I know a lot of things about you. ”
She glared disapprovingly in my direction. That’s because “you don’t know anything about me at all.”
Nicola
“What your buddy did to me is terrible. “When I entered Emily’s bedroom, she immediately started to become angry. She plopped herself down on the bed and crossed her legs. It seemed as if she had been doing nothing except ruminating about the source of her ire.
Over an hour ago, Matthew informed me, he locked her in the room. A lot of time had passed, giving her enough opportunity to build herself up.
“He brought you back up here because he heard you were still furious after the evening’s supper, “he added.
When she was finished, she smacked her palm on the bed. “He didn’t bring me back up here. He tucked me in for the night. As if I were a misbehaving kid. A brat is what he keeps calling me. He is a sexist pig. ”
“He’s not,” a little more forcefully than I should have. Specifically, Mathew cherished the company of ladies.
She gave me a hostile look. I hated the expression on her face, the one that said I had betrayed her. Just like she despised me.
As a gesture of repentance, I picked up the shopping bags I had brought along. I went into the city and bought her some clothing.
Her scowl softened, and a gleam of curiosity entered her eyes. She was after the garments. I couldn’t tell whether she was yearning to make a change or just enjoyed shiny new stuff. Since Mathew had taken her last night, she hadn’t changed out of her PJs.
My attitude of the motivation for her curiosity shifted. When she expressed enthusiasm for my plans to shop for her, I would gladly indulge her whims.
She added, “You may leave them there,” and her tone was so imposing “I need to get cleaned up. ”
I made no attempt to conform. This superior air didn’t go with her kind demeanor. I’d gladly fulfill her every want, but she’d be wrong if she believed I’d accept orders. Even if I did adore her, I was in no way obligated to serve her.
When I didn’t comply with her demands, “What?” It was beginning to bother her. “Do I have to get Mathew’s OK before I can take a shower?”
There was a murmur in my heart. And I knew that if she asked for Mathew’s approval first, hse’d be less than thrilled about it. He would probably refuse to let her use the shower and instead insist on giving her a bath. Mathew had his own sexual preferences, and I had mine.
But Emily was not his property. She was mine, and although it would be nice to join her in the shower, I was acutely aware of her resentment. She would never forgive me for my role in her capture. When she wasn’t interested, I wouldn’t force myself on her. Regardless of how much I’d want to.