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Lexie's eyes fluttered open as she was pulled from the deep sleep in which she just seconds ago abided in. Her eyes, though a little blurry darted around the room, firstly noticing the half drawn curtains that the sunlight spiralled through and secondly, she noticed that the side on which her captor once laid was now lacking the warmth he provided all through the night.
Her eyes once again glided across the room, looking for any sign of him, but she found none, not even his shoes, or a discarded piece of clothing.
Curiosity tied a bow in her head then and she wiped the sleep out of her eyes, then as indolently as possible, she shuffled out of bed.
Her balmy feet touched the stylishly tiled floor as she walked her way to the door, pulling it open and stepping outside.
Her steps then took her down the stairs and her eyes assessed the whole room for him until she heard something
★†★ Zheme told her to bathe, without a word she did. He gave her clothes, without resistance she put them on. He told her to sit, like an obedient dog she did. He told her to come, and of course she did. He didn't know what was happening and at first, he thought it was a miracle sent down to him by god, but now, he missed his daring Lexie. The one with a big mouth that only sealed close when she was caged in fear, the one who'd glare daggers at him instead of doing what he asked, but as his father said, obedient was how a woman should be. And Lexie is a woman, isn't she? Sighing, he took a seat on his bed, he had just rewrapped his wound after taking his evening shower and was now waiting for Lexie to finish hers. As promised, she'd receive her reward, anything she asked for would be hers. &nbs
★†★ With all the courage she could muster, she grabbed his hand that was running circles along her thigh, bringing it closer to the needy thing between her legs. "I want you touch me, I want... I want that release you refused to give me last time." At those sensual words, Zheme's cock hardened beneath Lexie's bum and he stayed still as her hand guided his between the folds of her flesh. Then was when he acted, finger sliding over her clit before dipping into the tight, wet cavern that resided between her legs. Just like the last time, it was warm and soaked in the cream of her desperation. So wet that Zheme had to wonder if this was how deep in destitution she was, how deep in need of his touch she dug. If so, then he couldn't keep her waiting long. She wanted a release, she'd have it. His finger drove deeper into her, and Lexie moaned out
★†★ His lips attacked her neck, nipping at the succulent skin until he was sure it held a mark. He moved on, lips skimming her chest until they resided over the rigid peak of her breast. He flicked his tongue over it, groaning deeply when Lexie moaned, her legs flexing against the hot, hard flesh that hanged with a curve between his thighs. His hunger grew then, his cock swelling with the need to fill her up so the fire within him can finally be husked. But he knew he had to be patient and maybe just this once, be gently. After all, this was a reward and not a punishment. His tongue circled her nipple as he grabbed his hard-on in his palm, aligning it with Lexie's sleek and wonderfully tight hole. With one particularly hard thrust, he was sheathed inside, refusing to prolong the torture for her by going in slow. She cried out, ju
★†★ Feeling a little dejected, Lexie answered. "You're right, it isn't my business." Zheme nodded against her, body gradually relaxing as he dwelled in the warmth diffusing from her bare body. Their position now, though it was rearranged, reminded him of the times when his mother use to let him sleep in her embrace. Those nights when his father claimed he had work. He could vividly remember it... Nights like that had seemed to be joy to her, she'd dance to old songs and bask in what she called freedom. He didn't understand it then, her definition of freedom, since to him, she was already free. But now since he wanted his exemption, her words had come to make sense. For physically, he was free, but mentally, he wasn't. His mind was locked in a dungeon, but the keys remained in his own palm.
★†★ He wouldn't punish her anymore? That was a blatant lie, one slip up and he'd tie her in the damn dungeons. Did he think her a fool? Well she practically was a fool, but she wasn't stupid enough to listen to his gibberish and really believe it. Sighing, she flung the sheets aside and despite her nakedness, she shuffled out of bed, knowing well enough that only her pair of eyes resided in the room. That trickster, Zheme left just minutes ago to cook, pretending to be the gentleman he definitely wasn't. That man was nothing close to gentle, he was a psycho who got off on his ability to control other people, and now he wanted her to act like she usually do? It was tempting, but she was sure he had a hidden agenda and Lexie would find it. Huffing with a begrudging scowl on her lips, she grab
†★ With gritted teeth, Zheme forced down his rude comment and instead smiled weirdly. "A housewife you say? I'm merely practicing to be your husband." "Have I ever agreed to be your wife?" 'Slam her head into the table.' That ran across his mind. 'Slap her senseless.' That ran across his mind too, but with self control in his grasp, he refrained and instead calmly replied. "Agreed or not, you will be." Lexie smirked at that, her pride feeling as if it was on top of the world. "I will not marry you, forced or not." "You will." "I won't." "You will." "I said I won't!" Did she just yell at him? Did she jus...? Zheme was close to grabbing her by the hair and hauling her to the dungeons. Who wa
Steady and confident steps were what Zheme took up the stairs, hands in his pockets and a lopsided smirk laying mischievously at the left corner of his lips. Its been a whole of thirty minutes since Lexie entered the bathroom and like she promised, she didn't return. That girl was testing him, playing with his control as if it was a marble and challenging him as if they were in a damn fighting ring. If he could just maliciously slap her, then god knows he would, but a promise is a promise and he'd make sure to keep his til the end. Reaching the door to his bedroom, he twisted the knob and with ease pulled it open. His eyes darted around the room, finding not a single trace of Lexie and his nose not a stench of her scent. But his ears collected the sound of running water from the direction of the bathroom which told him that she was still in there. Zheme walked over to t
†★ Almost breathless, Lexie stood against the wall, her pride aching, heart palpitating and her nether region convulsing. She was aroused, his words, although they landed a heavy blow on her pride, ignited a fire within the pit of her stomach. 'Your mind, your body is mine.' The possessiveness in them had encouraged her fool heart to flip twice and her stupid, stupid vagina to react in a way she did not expect it to. It did double and triple jumps, driving her into a world of relentless hunger and anguish. If she could've just controlled that raging thing between her legs then she wouldn't be in a situation such as this, but she hadn't the strength to. She wanted the release that came along with his sinful touch. She wanted the pleasure, the passion that came along with his caresses. In this ve