Mantis

33. Tutoring lesson

– What's wrong? Why did you stop? – he asked, panting heavily.

In response, I simply smiled innocently, raising the left corner of my mouth higher.

The little creature inside me settled on its royal throne and put on a crown.

„Masterful job" – it praised me.

– Why did you stop? – he asked, confused. – Not yet...

– I know – I replied in a dispassionate tone.

– Then why...?

– Do you think losing one orgasm is such a big deal? – I interrupted him, crushing him with my gaze. – What if you lost something more today?

Victor didn't respond, just stared at me with a confused, uncomprehending look, so I smiled sweetly at him and got off the bed. I slowly walked over to my evening gown, swaying my hips, and took out a small knife from the lining, one I practically never parted with. Then I returned to Victor and placed the blade against his neck.

Worry appeared in his eyes, but I only saw real fear when I slid the blade down his abdomen and placed it against his testicles.

– Tell me, Vic... – I said slowly, casually tracing the blade around his jewels. – What would you do to keep them now? To keep them beautiful and smooth. So you could become a father someday. Do you value them highly?

Victor didn't answer immediately. He looked at me like a wild animal cornered and swallowed hard.

– What got into you? – he asked, casting me a panicked glance.

I smiled slightly again, tilting my head, and continued in the same tone.

– You see, what I value most in the world is freedom and independence, and I really don't like it when someone carelessly takes control of me. I also don't like resorting to violence, but sometimes there's no other way...

I slid the blade along his penis, and Victor shuddered.

– I don't understand – he said, trying to sound calm, but his eyes and the shiver running through his body gave him away. I had never seen him so terrified.

– You never know who you're going to bed with – I said quietly. – Women are not little dogs you can pat on the butt, lead on a leash, and call yours whenever the occasion suits. Maybe before you call someone your girlfriend, you should ask if she even wants that? Maybe think about whether you'd like to have such a girlfriend? You never know who you're going to bed with – I repeated in a menacing tone, one hand still holding the blade to his genitals, while the other gently caressed his cheek. – You never know if you'll ever leave that bed under your own power and what you'll look like then. Respect others' right to decide for themselves and don't claim ownership of someone just because you sponsor their shopping and managed to take them somewhere in your expensive, fancy car.

Victor gave me a startled look.

– You said you wouldn't hurt me... – he whispered hoarsely.

I raised my heavy gaze to his lost chocolate eyes.

– You crossed the line that guaranteed your safety a long time ago – I growled, freezing him with my stare. – You think you can screw me once, then drug me, pat me on the butt, buy me a few dresses, and slowly take control of me? I'm not your toy, and you have no right to decide who I am. Only I can call myself someone's girlfriend, if I want to. And only then.

Victor stared at me with wide eyes, breathing quickly, and beads of sweat glistened on his pale temples.

– Paulina, I didn't mean any harm. I just said that because...