“I’m more like a once-in-a-lifetime experience, kitty cat,” he retorts, sounding indignant.
“You enjoy having your ass slapped, and I bet your hole ruined too. Is that the lifetime experience you provide?” I calmly ask him.
Seeing the outrage spreading over his cheeks, mouth, and then reaching his eyes makes my dick jerk with satisfaction.
“You know nothing,” he growls…and it’s so cute. He tosses his small bag on the desk.
“I know that I ordered you to stay.” I show him what a real, menacing growly voice sounds like.
He crosses his arms and takes a step back as I move forward. “I get you didn’t find him? Mario.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “And where did you get that from?”
“The fact that you are spitting words between gritted teeth is a clear sign of unhappiness.”
“Unhappiness?” I hiss. “How about bitterness? Ire? Retribution.”
“If you want to be pedantic.”
“Thosesmoke signalsseemed to have worked to get you out?” I sarcastically throw in his face the same ridiculous words he uttered a few hours ago.
He sniffs. “It was only fair. You went and had your dick sucked and dipped twice since you kidnapped me, and I got zilch! Oh, don’t make that face, I can still smell her on you.”
Smell? The woman on the dance floor must have bathed herself in the perfume.
“You want to get fucked that badly?” I rasp.
“Let me think about it…YES!” His fisted hands are rigid down by his sides.
You should be careful what you wish for, Enzino.
“Com’ere!” I start to pull on my tie.
“W-why?” He moves back instead, scratching his neck, eyes darting around the room. He’s nervous now? After all that temptress shit? This flimsy attempt to act all weak makes me want to hold that neck down while thrusting my cock into him.
“Get that provocative ass of yours over here!” I order. This predator/prey dynamic is fucking thrilling.
“No!” he snaps. And the feisty brat is back.
“You never do what you are told. Is it because the space between your ears has been vacant for years?” I sneer, savoring the fire in his eyes.
He flips me off. “What can I say? You turned on my li’l devil mode, baby cakes.” Another step back. He’s going exactly where I want him to as I advance.
“Devil? You are just a useless, lowly minion.”
“Vai a morire ammazzato!” His pronunciation is atrocious, but the meaning is quite clear. I return his sentiment and will make it happen if he keeps at it. It’s quite puzzling how I want to fuck him and kill him at the same time. Maybe I can fuck him to death?
“Shut up and give your ass a rest,” I spit. Now there are only three feet between us.
“My ass? You mean the one you can’t take your eyes off all day long?” The backs of his legs hit the desk behind him, and his eyes widen before narrowing at me.
My blood runs hot, and my palms start itching as I pull the tie off my neck and roll the ends around my palms. I have to will my jaw to unclench. I’ll crush that spunk in him and turn it into screams and pleas.
“You will suck my cock clean when I’m done with you.” I pull on the tie until it’s taut between my hands. I want him to feel caged, trapped, with no way out.
He snarls, eyes falling on the tie before he tilts his head back and spits on my face. “In your dreams, dickface.”
“No more endearments?” I wipe the saliva from my cheek. “You drooled over my dick for days, now you’re backing down? Such a lousy, self-serving bitch. Well, it does run in the family…” I pause for a bigger effect. “Enzino.”