Caring For Her

ERIKA

She was walking on thin ice, her life being at constant with instantaneous decisions and words spilling out of her mouth without a thought.

"Seems like you bought it..," Erika spoke right when he was walking away. He paused and turned back to look at her with now curious eyes, like he was expecting her to keep it interesting, "...sir."

"Your confidence thats based on absolutely nothing irritates me the most," he said, leaning slightly on the table as she shook her head, instantly regretting it. "It's almost fun playing with you."

"I'm not a plaything," she said, sternly, breaking her character. There was only so much humiliation she could take. He smirked and dawned closer to her, his hands slowly curving around her waist. Erika tensed up but she didn't move, she only took a deep breath as his solid hands grabbed her waist, pulling her close enough.

"You are.. you are my plaything. I own you," he looked down at her lips and up at the nervousness in her eyes. That somehow seemed