"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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The headache seemed to have completely dissolved after the agreement was made. And truth to be told, I felt happier than I had in days. I finally had a way to control the uncontrollable. Godly power had been granted to me, giving me access to even stop him from saying mean things if I wanted to.
Good heavens, my life had taken a turn for the better. Finally.
I skipped after Kye as he led me around the building, and I noticed it hadn't exactly been one big farm-like structure without extensions.
On the backside there was another room like Kye's office, though this one had two walls completely made out of glass. There were blinds hiding what was in there, but I could already guess.
"The bedroom," Kye stated the obvious, as we both shoved our hands in our pockets.
I would've loved to tell him it contrasted weirdly with the rest of the building, looking awfully modern while the rest was simple, but it didn't. It complimented the building like freckles a girl's nose.
"Cool."
He suddenly reached forward and took a door handle I'd been completely blind to before, to open a door on the only wooden wall. In awe, I followed him inside and found myself in a royal suite, nothing less.
The ceiling was high and the bed was enormous, the wooden walls were painted softly beige. Dark brown sheets, a huge standing mirror, a fluffy dark brown carpet underneath my feet.
It was way bigger than it seemed outside. The lights softly illuminated tiny details like a few books, white blouses thrown over an armchair and, God forbid, condoms.
Suddenly, I really didn't mind that I couldn't stop him in here. Maybe I had a masochistic streak when it came to sex, but hell, let him make me cry. I wanted it.
My cheeks were burning as I sensed the same coming from him; pure lust. Wanting to slam me upon the bed. Not stopping until we were both ravished to shadows of ourselves. Fucking our brains out. I wanted that, too.
But I kept cool and simply trailed with my finger over the lining of the wood, as Kye followed my movements with hooded eyes.
"This door leads to my office," he said, nodding at another wooden door, "This one to a closet."
"A closet?"
"You can use it" He sits down on the armchair, not ripping his gaze of me. "Though I doubt you would."
A suppressed smile tugged at my lips. Alright, he knew me. No surprises there. Still, it made me feel fuzzy.
"Where's Hades, anyway?" I asked, hesitating, but making up my mind and plopping down on the bed. It was soft and springy as I imagined it to be.
"They're still playing with him. I think the young ones are making it a challenge to get him to bite them."
"Uh." I rose, concern sparking in me. "Is that alright? Won't he hurt them? I should-"
