Safi pushes at my shoulders, squirming. “I think… I think you need to put me down, Roman.”
“You asked for this. I’m taking what’s mine.”
“Just… Just let me change into something more comfortable, OK?”
I shake my head. “No.”
There will be no more of this. She needs to understand that I’m the one in charge here. Not her. The way she’s teasing? The brattiness she’s suddenly displaying? That is a desperate plea for attention, and I’m going to give it to her.
When we reach the guesthouse I have to hold myself back from kicking the door down, reminding myself that I’ve already been in here, that it’s not locked. Turning sideways so that I don’t have to put her down for a moment, I push the door open and march inside, heading straight down the hall to the bedroom I know is hers.
I know because I’ve been in there. Dozens of times since she moved in here, whenever I know she’s not around to stop me. Looking at her things, burying myself in her scent.
“Roman, please…” Her voice no longer sounds playful. I think it’s just dawned on her that her actions are going to have consequences.
“Brat,” I mutter, and sling her down on the bed, watching the mattress bounce and wondering if it will crumple under my weight. Doesn’t matter, I’ll just buy a new one. Today, she learns what it is to be mine. “Roll over.”
She sucks on her bottom lip as she stares up at me through wide eyes, her breaths coming fast, making her body quiver. Is it the still-damp bikini or her body leaving wet marks on the sheets? Fuck. Is she ready for me? Was all this part of the game? Her foreplay? Making herself truly soaked so that she can take me inside?
I’ve never done this before.
Surprising, but it’s true.
Sure, I fooled around a bit in high school, but it never went beyond touching and kissing and I was never really interested in taking it further. Not that I didn’t have needs, or that I didn’t like women. Just no woman ever had much of an effect on me, not until Safi.
She’s different. She is what’s been missing. I thought perhaps I was broken, that there was something wrong with me. Thirty-eight and still a virgin? Even when I had no end of very clear offers from employees, acquaintances, the daughters of business associates. But no, I wasn’t faulty. I was waiting. Waiting for the right woman, the one I’m meant to be with.
Safi is that woman.
And now she’s here. And I won’t let her get away.
I watch as she slides to the edge of the bed, trying to swing her legs over the side. And a growl falls from my lips.
“I said roll over.” Grabbing her legs, I ignore her shriek as I pull her back into place, then twist to flip her over on her front. “You need to learn to do as you’re told, sweet treat.”
Drawing my hand back, I let rip with a smack to her ass that sends her butt cheek jiggling as she cries out, her whole body tensing.
“Ow! Hey!”
“You tease and you make demands. That’s fine, but you have to expect to be punished. You can’t be allowed to get away with it, Safi.”
I smack her again, but my face twists in fury. The bikini bottoms that seemed so infuriatingly skimpy out by the pool are now covering too much. I need to see what’s mine.
“Roman—”
I grab the waistband and tug, hearing the elastic snap as her ass is exposed. Pushing her legs apart, I draw a deep, calming breath as I finally see the slickened lips of the world’s most perfect pussy. “This is mine, Safi. Tell me it’s mine.” When she doesn’t respond quickly enough, I land another slap on her butt, satisfied this time to see the red mark rising on her cheek. I rub over it gently and she sighs, her shoulders relaxing as she rolls her hips, exposing herself more as her back arches. “Say it, sweet treat. Tell me this is mine.”
“It’s— Oh, God.” She puffs out a satisfied breath as I slip a finger into the groove of her ass, a little whimper squeaking from her lips. “It’s all yours, Roman. Please… More…”
She wriggles against the bed as my finger continues its journey, down to her slit, spreading her thick, creamy honey along her labia.
“Ohhhh…”
I bring my finger up to my lips and draw a long inhale of her scent. She’s ready. Desperate. I lick away the moisture, tasting her need. “I don’t like you displaying yourself for anyone to see, sweet treat. You know, if I knew anyone had seen you like that, I’d…” I close my eyes, the fury rising again at the mere thought. “I’d have their eyes. I mean it. I’m not even sure that would satisfy me. Other men don’t get to see you like that from now on. You’re mine.”