I want to fuck her. Fuck me, I want to fuck her so hard I rip her apart.
But I clench my teeth and step away, pulling her to the floor again, then releasing her.
“Wait in your room while I decide what to do with you.” I snap.
She scurries away, the fear in her eyes is darker than it should be. So beautiful. So, tempting.
With her out of my sight I lean both hands against the edge of the kitchen counter and drop my head, taking steady, deep breaths - fighting for the control I claim to have. Clinging onto it, pushed to the edge of sanity.
I wait until my cock has gone down before I make my way upstairs to her bedroom.
She can come out, but only if she behaves.
As I step into the doorway, I freeze in shock and awe of the magnificent sight in front of me.
She is sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy on display. Her fingers are brushing over her soft pink skin, and the sounds falling from her lips are enough to break me.
Her eyes lock with mine as she slides her finger into her pussy, biting her lower lip.
My cock is instantly hard again, and I let out a low, furious growl.
Storming into my room I grab the handcuffs from my bedside table and then march back to her room.
Her eyes flare wide with desire when she sees the cuffs, and her breath gets heavy and fast.
I snatch her wrists in one hand, lifting them both above her head, I snap the cuffs onto one of them, thread them around the bedpost and then snap them onto the other.
She wiggles and cries out.
“What are you doing?” She exclaims, pretending she doesn’t love it.
“You know exactly what I’m doing.” I snarl.
“Vincent—”
I set a sharp slap across her cheek. “Who?”
“Mr. - Mr. Vece.” Her breasts press with hardened nipples against her almost transparent white t-shirt. I clench my jaw, looking down at her.
Don’t do it. Not now. She will win if you fuck her now.
I turn to leave, and she literally screams. “No, don’t leave me here.” She begs, her eyes glittering with tears.
Satisfaction sparks through me as I look at her genuine despair.
“Leaving you here is exactly what I am going to do, little raven.” I say, stepping towards the bed again.
I run my hand down the front of her body, over the inside of her thighs. She rocks her hips up towards my touch and I cup my entire hand over her sweet little pussy.
Misha moans strained and desperate.
I release her from my touch and walk from the room. I hear her sob loudly and call my name.
Walk away. I demand this of myself.
I am in control.
For two hours I try to busy myself and not think about her. And for two hours I fail miserably.
