Miss_Vivi
Miss Behave
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- Jun 22, 2012
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She knew it was coming. The glass never left his hand. She knew that he was likely to punish her, she knew he wanted to disregard that control, that self-same control that was wiped all over her lips and tasted like him.
She'd take it at some point. Still, he lifted her up and vainly she hoped that it meant that in a few short steps she'd feel the sheets on her back and his shirt against her chest. But it wasn't to happen.
He let her go, and while she could have held onto him, she didn't. To the ground she fell, in a ungraceful heap.
Her ass hurt, her pride hurt.
A deep breath to steel her nerves, she stopped playing nice. Or nice for her.
She quickly brought herself to her feet, and while she could feel tears at the back of her throat she stifled them, and flashed only fire and anger at the crooked smile in front of her.
It took all of her strength to spit the words out, but she just managed it.
"You can leave now."
She gestured quickly towards the door, spun on her heel and strode towards the her closet and bathroom. Not even glancing behind her to see if he listened, the arrogant bastard probably wouldn't, but she could leave him.
The bathroom door closed behind her, and she finally let out her breath. Her hands shook, with anger, with lust, with more anger. Without thinking she turned on the water in the shower and stepped in, letting it wash away the pain and heat from the previous moments.
"Bastard." This too had a calming effect as well.
She'd take it at some point. Still, he lifted her up and vainly she hoped that it meant that in a few short steps she'd feel the sheets on her back and his shirt against her chest. But it wasn't to happen.
He let her go, and while she could have held onto him, she didn't. To the ground she fell, in a ungraceful heap.
Her ass hurt, her pride hurt.
A deep breath to steel her nerves, she stopped playing nice. Or nice for her.
She quickly brought herself to her feet, and while she could feel tears at the back of her throat she stifled them, and flashed only fire and anger at the crooked smile in front of her.
It took all of her strength to spit the words out, but she just managed it.
"You can leave now."
She gestured quickly towards the door, spun on her heel and strode towards the her closet and bathroom. Not even glancing behind her to see if he listened, the arrogant bastard probably wouldn't, but she could leave him.
The bathroom door closed behind her, and she finally let out her breath. Her hands shook, with anger, with lust, with more anger. Without thinking she turned on the water in the shower and stepped in, letting it wash away the pain and heat from the previous moments.
"Bastard." This too had a calming effect as well.