"Finally," I throw up my hands, "finally, he gets it."
He folds his arms across his chest, and his massive biceps bulge. "Get up," he says in a hard voice.
"What?" I scowl, "Why should I? I’m just getting warmed up."
"From now on, for as long as we are in this house, you will do as I say."
"What the hell?" I fold my arms around my waist. "Why should I do that?"
"Because I’m going to show you just how good it is when you give up your need to be in charge all the time."
"Says the man who can’t let go of his dominance for even one second."
"That’s different."
"Why? How is it different?"
"I'm a man; it’s my job to be dominant. You’re a woman, ergo," the asshole raises his shoulder, "of course, you derive more pleasure by being submissive. In fact, the more you are able to let go of control and allow me to take care of your needs, the more pleasure you’ll derive from it."
I gape at him. "What the—" I shake my head. "I can’t even…" I try to form the words, but my brain seems to have trouble piecing my thoughts together. "Do you hear yourself?" I finally sputter. "I mean, how can you say what you did with a straight face?"
"What, did I say something wrong?" He seems puzzled.
No, seriously, the bastard actually does believe every single word of what he just said.
I splash some water onto myself to clear his cum off my chest. Then I jump up, not caring that I’m naked, and step out of the bathtub. I head for where the towels are folded on a shelf. I pull out one, then begin to dry myself. My core twinges, but I ignore it.
What was I thinking, giving this man my virginity? I mean, sure, it probably had to happen sooner or later. For all that he says this is a fake relationship, I knew that sooner or later, I was going to sleep with him. I just wish I weren’t such a cliché. Twenty-four and still a virgin, ha! At least I won’t have to suffer through the embarrassment of that again. And to be fair, I enjoyed it. But that … is the last time I’m sleeping with him willingly. At least, I climaxed, and it was a mighty fine orgasm, so… There, I did get something out of it. Better to quit while I’m ahead then. I wrap the towel around myself, tucking it under my arms.
"What are you doing?" His voice comes from just behind and above me.
I start. "What do you think?" I scowl. "Going in search of some clothes."
"This conversation is not over, Flower," he calls out behind me as I stalk out of the bathroom.
I walk into the bedroom and take in the simple but luxurious furnishings of the space. The bed is king-size, the sheets and pillows snowy white. So is the cover. The headboard is made out of wood and carved with intricate designs, between which are set two iron rings, one on either side. Speaking of, there’s also a ring on a chain that dangles from the ceiling. The kind a gymnast would use to work out with, except there’s only one of them. Is that for… It can’t be, can it?
I hear his footsteps and scowl at him over my shoulder. "Is this really a lodge, or is it some kind of getaway you use for your kinky sex stuff?"
"It is a lodge." He smirks. "It’s also used for kinky sex stuff."
"I assume Nonna doesn’t come here then?"
"My brothers use it on the occasion that they need a getaway place."
"Are all of you Sovrano brothers into fetishes?"
"Some more than others." He looks me up and down. That’s when I realize I’m still practically naked. Jeez, am I already so comfortable in his presence that I don’t care I’m parading around him in the nude?
"Turn around." I snap.
"I’ve seen everything there is to see. He folds his arms as if ready to watch me change.
I scowl, and he raises an eyebrow. No doubt, he expects me to turn tail and return to the bathroom to change. And I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he’s unnerved me again. I turn away, then drop my towel to the floor.
I hear him exhale behind me. Good. I can’t stop my lips from curving as I head for the closet and pull it open. There are no clothes… Nothing, except two bathrobes hanging from the rod. I choose the smaller of them and shrug into it. Tying it around me securely, I yank out the other one from the closet and toss it at him.
He snatches it from the air. "Not able to see me naked without wanting to throw yourself at me, I take it?" He smirks.