I could have slumped into myself. I couldhave let his words discourage me, but I wanted to experiment withsomething and see where it got me. I leaned forward and put both ofmy hands on the couch, staring at him with a sexy yet sorry look onmy face. And then I slowly crawled over to him from the couch.
“You’re right,” I said softly. “I’msorry.”
His eyes watched every move I made as Igently eased myself over him and straddled his lap, placing myhands on his muscular shoulders.
“Please don’t be mad at me. I know you knowwhat’s best. I didn’t mean to push,” I said carefully, sighing as Iran my hands down his chest.
I wasn’t really trying to seduce him, hewould catch on to that, but I thought if he actually took it for anapology, he might fall into the seduction of my submission to himrather than deny me flat out if I fought him physically. Iffighting for what I wanted meantgiving him the kind of submission he liked, then I would learn towork that to my advantage.
I sighed a defeated breath, hoping he wouldnotice my surrender. “Forgive me?”
He released a short breath through his nose,and suddenly, kissed me on the mouth. His hands went to the nape of my neck, pulling me to him whilehis tongue sunk into my mouth. I moaned into his lips, giving himwhat he wanted while his hands eventually found their way into myhair. And then, before I knew it, he was roughly dragging me downby my hair to sit between his legs while he released his cock fromhis pants. Pulling my face toward his lap, I didn’t hesitateknowing full well what he wanted and took his straining erectioninto my mouth.
I managed to suck him off in under threeminutes and swallowed his entire load as he expected me to. Mythroat was a little sore then from the head of his cock bumpingagainst it, but in the end, I considered it a win. I ultimatelywanted to see if I could affect him the way I wanted to and I had.It didn’t matter that it ended in a blowjob; what mattered was that it ended the way Iintended it to—him giving into an urge I was creating, my way ofmanipulating him.
With that sort of behavior, I knew he wouldgrant my request eventually. I hoped by next week, though, becauseI was going fucking insane inside this house.
***
Another week went by and I was beginning togrow antsy. Darren still hadn’t approved my request to go outsidewhile he was gone, and I was barely able to go out even when he washere. It was as if he was deliberately stalling to spite me for mytransgression when I had initially complained about him onlythinking about it. I didn’t bring it up again, though. Instead, I would blankly stare out thewindow for the longest time, committing to the importance of myrequest.
I barely ever went outside unless I was withhim, and that was only if he even wanted to go outside. Sometimes,we’d go for walks along the beach when he had time, and once, wewent swimming, but he was always so busy so it was rare. I wantedto be free to go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Iwas over being on a fucking leashall the time.
I had already completely explored the insideof the house, knowing absolutely everything about it I could learnon my own, but now, I needed to know the grounds that surroundedit. I needed to know how big the estate was, what surrounded it,and hopefully, I could finally figure out where the fuck I wasbeing held because it certainly wasn’t Michigan. Darren wouldn’teven leave his newspapers around for me to find, and it annoyed thefuck out of me.
After another week, I found myself becomingmopey and depressed. I wanted to push, I wanted to fight with him,but I knew that would just get me in trouble and then I could kissmy request to go outside good-bye.I did everything I could to improve my behavior—from smiling whenhe came around me to fully losingmyself in the throes of passion when we fucked. I was attentive,affectionate, and managed to keep myself from releasing a singlecuss word. I even tried not to wince when he called me princess,but nothing fucking worked! I was beyond frustrated, and when Irealized my efforts were all for nothing, I gave up and went backto staring out the window until Darren finally came home.
I felt his hands on my shoulders then asthey started to move down my back and to my sides. His lips foundthe back of my neck, and he kissed all the way down to my spine,causing my skin to quiver. Gently, he turned my body to face him,and I met his gaze with a blank,expressionless face. I wasn’t in the mood, but I knew better thanto deny him.
He kissed me softly, and I kissed him backlike the good little girl I was. His hands found their way into myhair and finally came around to my face, clutching me to him. Whenhe eventually released me, he looked down into my eyes and saw thehopelessness and regret I was trying to hide.
“Ah,” he said with a smirk. “I thinksomeone’s finally learned their lesson.”
I looked at him confused. “Huh?” Iasked.
And then without a word, he gripped myshoulders and swiftly turned me around so that I was facing thewindow and leaning over the couch. He took my neck in a stronggrip, forcing the side of my face down to the top of the couch, andpulled my thong to the side to enter me roughly from behind.By some fucking miracle, my bodyknew what was coming and was ready for it, the moisture alreadycoating my walls and soaking me.
God, he was rock solid inside me as mybody adjusted to his girth. Igroaned as he pulsed in my core,yet it felt so good. But then his hand reached around and instantlygripped my throat, hauling me back to his chest and holding methere. Fear enveloped my entire body as my hands immediatelywrapped
