"Come here," Daniel ordered breaking the room's silence and catching Mili's attention. He was settled on the broad leather chair while working on something on his laptop for the past hour.
Mili pulled away the duvet from her body. She was lying down on a sofa in his bedroom since they moved back into the mansion.
The maids took good care of Mili, gave her warm soup, and satisfied her sweet tooth with some sweet desserts. And her fever was gone just after a common dose of medicine.
But she never left Daniel's room to take a rest in her own room as he wanted to see her in his room after he had come back from work.
Mili got up from the sofa. She was feeling fit and fine physically but had doubts about her mental condition. From what she went through today just because of Daniel, she did not wish to face him anytime soon but she had no choice. Mili quickened her pace just as Daniel shot her a cold gaze closing the laptop. She stood before him just next to his chair.
"Straddle me," he demanded; the suddenness of his demand sent a shockwave through her, especially after remembering what happened to her in that position. He fucked her while she was rooted on his lap, facing him in his car. Mere memories of their recent doings were enough to quicken her pulse.
Miliani hesitated torn between obedience and the displeasure from his recent cruelty, but Daniel didn't wait for her to move. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her across the seat until she was straddling him. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she awkwardly settled into his lap. Daniel's hands splayed across her hips, grounding her in place, making her feel like there was no escape- not that she ever tried.
Daniel twirled the thin strap of her nightdress around his finger. Sliding it a bit down, he pressed his palm on her chest and then on her forehead taking note of her body's temperature.
Mili's disquietness was more than noticeable as she expected Daniel to do some wicked thing like this very morning which made him curve his lips in a teasing smile.
"You want to sleep in your room?" He, curiously questioned after fixing her dress. He was gently running his fingers through her hair, more like asking the question to himself rather than to her.
Wasn't he a person before to never share his room, and it was purely impossible when it came to his bed? But nowadays, he would oddly find himself craving to keep this little thing around him whenever he would be out of work, even if it required to keep her in his bedroom.
