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My eyes enjoy the red colored splatter that spread from underneath her cheeks, her bones blushing as she thought deeper into my words. She doesn't question my words, yet she also didn't act on my demand.

„Where's your boldness now? Is it really that fragile?" I taunt with a small smile, my eyes steadily boring into her's as I challenge her bravery. Her eyebrow arched at my words and give me a clear sign that my words awoke her little ego.

„It isn't. But I think I'd be more comfortable if you also undress, darling." She arrogantly spat with a smug smile, crossing her arms as if she just roasted me to the ground and left me as nothing more than a pile of ashes.

I looked at her for a second, before I chuckled lowly and set my whiskey glass on my table. „As you wish, my darling." My voice was low and calm as my hands open the buttons of my blouse.

Her face fell slightly, not expecting me to take her words seriously. But now, she knows that I take her words very seriously, especially she as a person.

There's nothing on her I wouldn't take seriously.

I let my blouse beside me as I have plans for it, before I work to get my trousers off, all while watching her and how she slowly started to squirm on her feet as I undressed myself in front of her.

„Y-you really..?" She stumbled over her words slightly, before she stopped herself while her eyes expanded.

„You let me see you. It's only fair if I let you see me, as well." I informed her my want to return the favor with a small smirk. Letting my underwear on and untouched, I let my trousers huddle around my ankles as slide them down and lean back in my seat.

„Now, are you feeling more comfortable to undress?" I asked her, watching as she stood in silence with her eyes not knowing where to look first.

„And what if I don't want to?" She whispered lowly as she got flustered by my naked state. I chuckled softly as I spread my legs and grabbed my whiskey again, and I spoke my next words with my lips close to my glass.

„Then I'll make you." I spoke lowly with promises around my voice, taking a sip of my whiskey.

I'm no good man, and she knew it and let me have her anyway. And now, there's no escape from me expect for death.

„Really now? How so?" She questioned lowly as her eyes secretly gaze at me, roaming over my body when she thinks I don't notice. I look at her with a small smirk, tilting my head lazily.

„Do you like being forced, my precious girl?" Her eyebrows raise with a shocked expression overcoming her features. Her lips parted but nothing came out, and as she saw my small smirk of victory, her face set in determination.

„And what if?" She sassed, looking like a little brat in my eyes.

„Then I force you. And if you make me, I'll make you come again and again until you beg me to stop." I threatened with a low voice, and my being burns with a need to make my words come true.

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