20• Sullivan.

I walked through the back gate, as I entered it I heard the sound of a car in the compound and I imagined Rosa to have arrived late because she was buying time for me.

I walked to the main compound seeing Micah alighting from the car and helping Ginevra who seemed to have cried a lot because of her boyfriend.

"You're back early." I stuttered avoiding eye contact with Gin. "Where have you been, Micah? I've been looking for you." I added rolling my balls around my eyes, trying to keep eye contact with Micah who must have glared twice at me.

"You're awake," Gin called walking over to me with a hug, I heard her sniff and I started wondering why she must have cried because of a guy who got shot.

Shouldn't he have protected himself better? Such a weakling doesn't deserve my sister.

Gin slowly pulled out of the hug before continuing her walk inside the mansion and Rosa followed suit.

I was still flickering my brows when I turned to leave but Micah stopped me with her words. "We need to talk." She said walking ahead of me. I breathed out before following her.

I knew she must have a lot of questions concerning how I disappeared leaving her with Rosa and the fight that had broken out in the bar must have her wanting to bombard me with questions.

My parents weren't home yet and I was grateful for that.

Micah was standing in the kitchen waiting for me but instead, I didn't walk over to her as I stepped on the staircase and she shouted my name.

I shot her a look with a word. "Come to my room."

I climbed the stairs, my shirt already unbuttoned by the time I reached the top. I tossed it onto the bed without a care and let out a sigh of relief. I walked over to my closet picking an armless shirt to wear.

As I put it on and walked back to my bedroom, I saw Micah already in the room and our eyes met. "What do you want?" I asked watching her eyes trail over to my T-shirt on the bed.

"Isn't that blood?" She asked and I glanced at my shirt, realizing the arm of the shirt must have stained as well after I killed Geraldo.

"Yes, it is," I answered correctly taking the shirt and heading to my bathroom while I heard her foot make some walking steps.

I disposed of the shirt inside the laundry basket and turned to the faucet, as I raised my head I saw Micah standing at the doorway from the mirror and I glanced back at her seeing her hands folded to her chest. "It is blood and you're cool with that. Don Sullivan?" She pronounced and I tilt my head facing her properly.

"Where's that coming from?" I demanded. "And what do you mean?"

"Probably you're the one who sent those gangsters to bring me here? Because you're a Don." She asked as if trying to get some information out of me.

"Micah," I called slowly. "Do not meddle in what's not your concern," I warned. "You must be tired, go and rest," I said in order before switching on the faucet.

"Don't I deserve to know---"

"No questions, Micah." I interrupted washing my hands.

"Oh! Will you spare me that? I almost got killed today by some gangsters who are after your sister, and Rosa showing up with some armed-looking men you call that not questioning worth?" Micah rushed her words and I glanced at her again.

"Go to the bed and kneel," I commanded and she raised her brows furiously at me. "When I say no questions. No questions. I expect you to obey me." I say and she scoffed.

"Unbelievable." She muttered looking sideways before glancing back at me. "You're crazy. And if you don't tell me what I need to know, I won't relent in blurting out all that I have come to know about you to your family." And that was it, I strode over to her side and pulled her tiny wrist forcefully to my bed.

I made her kneel against her own will with my hands pressing her shoulders. She wince but I didn't care.

I made her put her hand on the bed and raised her waist, her knees in the air and butt facing me.

"I didn't have you here so you could interrogate me," I say meeting with her glares. "And was that a threat?" I said rhetorically. "Then you need to be punished." I walked to my bedroom door and locked it before returning to Micah who was still in the position I put her in.

I folded her gown up to her waist revealing her lacy panties which I drag down gently to her thighs her cheeky ass came into sight making my dick bulge at once and she seemed to want me at that moment but she was silent, groaning softly but I didn't pay attention to that. She brought this upon herself.

"Don't move," I commanded huskily entering my bathroom. I took a lubricant which always works whenever I make most strippers wank themselves but I wouldn't make her wank just yet. It's a punishment this time.

I walked out of the bathroom facing Micah's cheeky arse shooting out at me as if calling me to do my bid, but I wasn't doing this for her pleasure.

I opened the lubricant and poured some quality of it into her ass. Micah shivered as the lubricant trailed down her thighs.

Afterward, I began smoothening her whooping ass cheeks which felt soft at every of my massage and I knew she liked it at how solemnly she moved whenever I rub my hands on her now oily skin.

I trailed my fourth finger to her anus and I heard her let out a stifled moan, I began circling my finger around it aware that she was enjoying it but I stopped abruptly as it was time for her real punishment.

I raised her waist high, her knees were still in the air and she let out another stifled groan while I glanced at her, watching her hand grab onto the bedsheet, she was beginning to sweat and I smiled in satisfaction.

"Next time. You obey. That's why, you're my submissive." I chanted raising my hand and the next thing I did was spank her ass which had her letting out a shout.