I place my finger beneath her chin and tilt her face up towards mine.
I couldn’t kiss her with the gag in place. My lips are begging for hers.
I press my mouth over hers and pull her even closer as I kiss her deeply. Claiming her, making sure she understands.
Misha pulls away before I do, throwing a cheeky glance my way. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “What did you order for dinner?” She asks, walking towards the bar and pouring herself a whisky. She doesn’t offer me one.
I sit down on the sofa, watching her closely.
“Food.” I respond.
She giggles, licks her lips slowly and then bites her lower lip as she tilts her head to the side. “I see.” She remarks, disinterested, turning away from me to gaze out of the window. “I guess I’ll wait in my room for thefoodto arrive.” She says casually, amusement in her voice.
She turns towards the passage that leads to her room, and I am on my feet in a flash, moving as I grab her arm and spin her towards me. She spills some of her whisky. Her eyes look up at me through long dark lashes.
“You spilled my drink. I think you should be punished.” She says seductively.
I wrap my hand around her throat and push her against the wall with a thud. My lips hover over hers as I spell out the warning.
“Push me, little raven, and I will withhold the things you enjoy. Even the things you need. But obey me, and you will see heaven.”
She brushes her hand over my thigh, between my legs and onto my cock.
I harden beneath her touch.
“I wouldn’t want that.” She whispers against my mouth.
“No, you wouldn’t.” I growl. “I’ll send you to bed with no dinner.”
She sighs, her touch drifting away from me.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” But I can tell by the grin on her face that she doesn’t plan to be.
Fuck.
She drives me wild.
And now I want to punish her again.
My head shakes as I chuckle. “You’re impossible my little pet. Come and sit with me on the sofa. I want to feel your body next to mine.”
Misha nods, letting me take her hand and lead her to the sofa where I push her down and take her glass from her, I top off her glass and pour one for myself.
Our food arrives - pork chow mein and chicken dumplings along with chocolate pudding for dessert. Misha and I sit together, talking about anything and everything and enjoying our meal.
It’s strange how natural things are with her. She’s smart, sharp, and sassy. She’s beautiful and classy and mischievous.
She’s everything I desire and more.
When its dark outside and Misha is yawning, I scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.
carry her to my bed.
“You’ve been a good girl this evening. As your reward you may sleep next to me. And tomorrow we are going to pack some things and go to my mansion, I want to show you around and spend a little time there. I’m bored with the city for now.”
The faint smile traces over her lips is intoxicating.
I’m forcing her to please me - but I’m becoming more and more obsessed with her at the same time.
