Those words send me to deepest place in hell and bring me straight to a suite in heaven. With her body still perfectly pressed to mine, I skim her swollen lips with my fingers and slowly draw her lower lip down before I release it, watching the pink nub bobble back to its original position. Her hot breath is heavy on my face and so is mine. I stare intensely at her and she accepts my scrutinizing with a leveled gaze filled with heat.

"Do you know the weight of your words Davinia?"

Her clear eyes don't waver as she continues to gaze at me like a doll. I allow my left hand to go into her material once again and give a slap to her right cheek, loving the feel of it jiggle in my hand and her sudden intake of breath." Is that you want, Davinia?"

"Yes."

This woman never cease to surprise me. Many would stutter and feel ashamed of their  sexual quirks but she gives me an answer to hers like it's not a big deal. The way she says it so unfeelingly and emotionlessly almost made me think she wasn't feeling it but the desire in her eyes, her leaking pussy and her ragged breaths tell me otherwise. Yet, I wish for her to speak to me with more emotions imbedded in her words. But why? The sudden thought of it makes me angry. That I'm feeling this worked up and she's completely unbothered makes me furious and I want to take it out on her but then again, she is slightly drunk.

I watch her transparent her transparent green eyes, her symmetrical narrow but button tipped nose that is as pink as Rudolph. "I never pegged you as the submissive type, Miss luchesse." I say to her, purposely bringing my volume down, it has come to my knowledge that ladies love the sound of it. But Davinia..... She scoffs.

Freaking scoffs. My right eyebrow arches.

"I don't mind being spanked, chained, gagged, teased but trust me Rolan," her hands suddenly squeezes my tie around my neck and my eyes widened a bit with surprise and amusement. Her skill of stealth is surprisingly good. I feel the tie tighten seriously around my neck. She uses it to pull my head lower to hers and I don't fight it. I love the look she is giving me right now. "You won't be the only one in control." She whispers breathlessly. Fuck me. My dick definitely loves the sound of her.

"Is that so?" I muse. Looking her dead in the eye with an intimidating smirk. She says nothing at first   then I feel it, sharp pains on my toes where she climbs with her heels. The pain goes straight to my dick and it surprises me once again how my dick is now finding it very hard to contain its itself in my pants just with the feel of pain. Her feet on mine makes her head level with my but she does not release my tie. A teasing smile stretches her lips as she pulls it more tighter against my neck. Shit! I'm loving this. How am I loving this?

"I will call you daddy just as you will call Mami and I won't even have to force it out you." She adds and so help me, that was fucking hot. She furthermore tightens the tie, I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. Yet, I want her to continue, maybe then I will find my release but she doesn't, she immediately let's go off my tie and steps away from me. It suddenly feels like nothing happened. There's a foot space distance between us and I hate it but Davinia remains unbothered, the look on her face remains. Her eyes drift down and her lips lift to a smirk. Her cause of distraction and present delight jumps at the attention its receiving. I might explode if I don't find a release soon.

"I really do need that rest now. The way to my room, please." something about the way she said the word please makes me want to fuck her hard and fast against the window here. Everything she's doing right now is fueling my raging desire. Just her breathing is making my balls fucking blue.

As horny as I am, I can't deny her rest. I'll let her have tonight but once she is fully rested, It shall be my turn. The thought of it sends a thrill running through my blood. I smile sweetly as I take fast strides to her. My smile widens when her see her lips slowly part to allow her breathe through it.

"You're right. You need rest." I say, closing the distance between us with fast strides. Slipping my hand around her waist again, that body heat is needed. Her body fits mine perfectly, I realize my fingers are digging her skin through the material of her suit. I've never been this... This frustrated, angry and painfully hard. I could call any of the girls from my club but I bet I'd be satisfied with a female who isn't Davinia. Her lashes flutter carelessly, if only she knows the effect that has on me. The smell of the wine mingles with her nectar scent and the puffs of heated breath that escape her slightly parted lips are making it difficult to divert my attention.

The walk down the hall which leads to the room she'll be resting for the night seems to be taking forever to reach. The air between us is electrifying and I feel it bitting my skin, pickling and teasing me.  I'm fucked in all kinds of way if I'm the only who is this bothered. Years of celibacy after Katarina's death as made me this frustrated and tensed.

We finally get to the door of her room and I open the door wide for her like the gentleman that I am. Her heels clock against the tiles, she walks into the room prepared for her rest. The lights automatically come on, I watch her walk into the room, her tensed shoulders fall slightly as she takes in the view of the room. Mother and her maids had brushed up the place a little more before her arrival. Her being is a complete contrast to It's dark and Grey interior designs which seems more like my style but she doesn't need to know that. 

She walks over to the open balcony covered by the white material curtain. She separates the lining from the middle and steps out into the balcony.

She bends forward and holds the metal railing and for some reason, I want to know what she's thinking about. Did she come because I told her too or because she wanted to.

"I might end up liking Moscow after all." I hear her soft voice reach my ears along with the whistling of the wind. My feet starts to move before I realize it and I'm outside behind her within seconds. She doesn't bother to look back at me, her eyes her focused on the crowns of trees ahead, followed with the lights of the streets. Cars, buildings, billboards and signboard all together shimmering like stars on earth. "It's beautiful." She whispers below her breath and shudders when the wind blows in again, making strands of her hair fall to her face. Her eyes soften and her lips come apart slowly as she takes in the view with ardent attention. Little does she knows. I lean forward, allowing the material of our clothes to meet as I pull the fallen strands of hair behind her right ear.

I whisper into her ear. "Very beautiful."