☯ MY GOOD GIRL ☯ [ 18+ ]

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I gulped and my eyes widened, he was so upfront with me. He swerved round the roundabout and headed down the road that lead to my estate. I was sexually confident but he made me so nervous, the tension was rising.

I caught him staring at me from my side eye, I looked his way and just smirked, looking back down. He turned another corner and before I knew it we were in my driveway.

He undid my seatbelt for me and I hopped out, we walked down the garden path and I unlocked the door.

"I weren't gonna put it on you this soon but this may be the only thing that works." He said bluntly, it was like I was a test subject.

"Make yourself at home." I gestured for him to come
in, ignoring what he said.

He followed through. "Such a gentlemen." He smirked, having to duck down when he reached the back door, at least we had tall ceilings inside.

It didn't take long before we reached the kitchen island, he grabbed me by the hair and scrunched it up in his hand, gentle but dominant.

"Can you do much with those nails?" He smiled at the 2 inches I had attached to my fingernails. 

I grabbed the bottom of his dress shirt and drew him closer. "I'll put on a show."

He tightened the fist of hair to bend me over the island. The cold marble made me shiver, as my dress was reasonably thin, my nipples went hard at the sudden icy contact.

He was breathing heavily behind me when I felt his index finger run up my leg, I shivered. This was a much more intimate encounter than last time.

He let go of my hair, which was now a birds nest I'm sure, I took a glance behind me, Max was undoing his top shirt buttons. He dashed his shit on the counter and I got a smell of his heavenly aftershave as he leaned over.

I figured now he'd let go of my hair I could move. But was I wrong. I pushed myself up off the island, but as soon as I was back on my two feet I was roughly shoved back. I groaned.

"Stay still." He warned, I did as I was told. He took off his cufflinks and placed them on the side. They were Vivienne Westwood.

"Your too bossy." I sighed.

"Your not used to a boss, that's all." He trailed his hand down my back which made me shiver.

He then tapped my hip, hinting at me to get up, he dragged me up to my room, and as soon as I entered he grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto my queen size bed. I landed with a bounce and he smirked as he watched me while taking his shirt off.

He was absolutely covered in tattoos, the most obvious one was his giant eagle spanning out from left to right shoulder. He also had a large scorpion on his lower torso.

He was bolo, but not too ripped. Enough to throw bangs i'm sure. I was in awe at him as I looked up and gave him deviant eyes. He just chuckled.

"You're telling me I don't even have to put it on you for you to shut up and be obedient?" He replied.

"Nah, I still need some extra guidance." I quipped back at him.

"Strip."