Twist Me | Ghorror

Can't Control Me | Chapter 10

We had spent what was left of the day wrapped up on the couch in the living room under a wool blanket. The room we were in  seemed to be like a sun room with its glass sliding doors that ran around the outside of the room. We had the them open, letting the cold air draft into the room. 

Ricky cat Dexter was sitting on the floor in front of the one door watching all the wildlife run by. I was a bit shocked to see he had a cat since it was something he never really spoke about but that did explain why he was so good with my baby. 

He had said something about the cat being from one of his past relationship but when things ended she wanted to keep the cat. They fought over him for a while and he ended up getting him because she was no longer able to watch him. She had got into some freak accidents or something like that. I guess she kind of had it coming. 

As the night went on we ended up moving inside and he went off to make dinner well I went and sat in the living room. The cat had jump up on the space next to my legs and it made me fell even more at home. He reminded me of my baby. 

Once Ricky had finished preparing dinner we ended up sitting off in a dinning room that faced a wall filled with windows that faced the tree line outside the house. I could make out the moon high in the sky through the cracks in the trees. The room was lit up by the candles that Ricky had scattered around the room well I was sitting in the living room on the other side of the house. 

This room, similar to the majority I have seen so far in the house, was painted a stark black and the walls without paint were lined with wood or window depending on which way they faced. Those walls in each room help the house keep the charterer of it being more of a cabin. There was a cheery wood dining room table in this room with many chairs around. The two of us had set near the end of the table to be close to each other. 

Like the last time he cook for me he made spaghetti and garlic bread which showed me he did pay attention to the things I liked and didn't. He couldn't help but brag about his cooking skills for a good portion of the dinner. It's not like I could tell him to stop though because it was good. I could tell he spent a long time making this because for one I could tell the bread was home made. I was thankful for that because there is nothing better to how made bread. Well when it comes to food anyways.

Our dinner was going perfectly and he seemed so much different then from the way he always seemed when he is at my place. I think it might be because he is more comfortable here or something like that. He just seemed stronger in a way but I can't place how.

He constantly had his hands on me in some way even if it wasn't sexually. Which was a small bit strange for him. Everything about tonight just seemed different. 

"Aren't you going to compliment my cooking?" Ricky ask me with a smirk as he finished up eating. 

"Well do I really need to when you have been talking about it this whole time. I think you did all the complimenting for me." I told him with a smirk, 

"I still think you should say it." He said to me in a hush tone as he slowly leaned closer to me. He placed a hand on my upper thigh and he smirk as he did so. This conversation no longer was revolving around his cooking skills and I would rather it that way. 

"And if I think I shouldn't have to?" I all but spat at him, hoping to get a rise out of him. 

The smirk quickly vanished from his face after I said that and I could that I had gotten the reaction I wanted from him. The hand he had placed on my leg got a stronger grip  and I knew from how it felt I was positive there was going to be a bruise there later. 

"I guess I'm just going to have to make you then." He told me in a harsh tone.

I let out a loud, humorless laugh to let him get even more riled up. "You can try but I don't think you can. I do and say whatever I want." I taunted him and he let out a growl before standing up. He was towering over me and I just look up and bated my eyes, innocently at him. 

"Do you want to repeat that?" He ask me, raising an eyebrow. I could tell by the tone he was using it was a warning to correct myself but we both knew I wouldn't. What would be the fun in that after all. 

"I do and say whatever I want. You don't get to tell me what I should or shouldn't do." I told him with big, innocent eyes. My tone was playfully and I knew all of this would just get him going. If my words would't be enough my actions would definitely set him over the edge.

He glared down at my for a few moment longer and the more time went on, the more intimidated it was causing me to be. Without a word said to me he quickly bent down and grab me in his arms and he threw my over his shoulder. Once he had a grasp on me he slap my ass and I let out a loud shirking from the shock of it all. My reaction made him laugh. 

"I think you're going to have to pay a bit for saying that to me. What do you think" He ask me and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke to me. 

I decide not to answers, I didn't want t let him think he won that easily. What would be the fun in doing that?

"Of course you wouldn't answer me, you always have to be so difficult to deal with." He snap at me. "I guess I'm going to have to try to make you change that." He said with a smile in his voice. I could tell he was amused by all of this. Why wouldn't he be though, he was going t have some fun with me that was for sure. I wasn't complaining at all though.