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and it is because of the dark haired goddess down the hall. I unzip my trousers and take my hard length in my palm, closing my eyes as I squeeze the head and then pump myself.
    Images of Emiliya fill my mind as I stroke my cock. I imagine how her bottom lip trembles when she’s scared. I want more of that . I want to terrify her, and I want to make her cry.
    I sigh, thinking about how gorgeous her light blue eyes would look with tears falling from them in pleasure, or even a bit of pain. I stroke harder when I think about choking her, and I come when I envision my red hand print etched on her pale slender neck.
    I am a sick fuck.
    Slave ownership may not be for me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to fuck a woman—rough and fucking filthy.

 
    I FEEL SOMETHING SOFT trail down my cheek, to my neck, and then my collar bone. I moan and try to scoot closer to the softness. I hear a male groan and my eyes pop open and immediately crash with the cold blue eyes of Radimir.
    I gasp, sitting up, wrapping the sheet around the satin gown I am sure has slipped and slid throughout the night, showing off more than I have ever willingly shown a man before.
    “Radimir,” I whisper. I watch as he closes his eyes and hums softly for a moment.
    “When you whisper my name like that, just out of sleep, you sound so fucking sexy, kotik ,” he says softly.
    I blink and then gape, looking up at him. His voice is so soft. I find that I like it. He just called me pussycat . I don’t know how to respond to that , and I don’t get a chance, either. His head dips down and his lips lightly brush mine in a sweet, soft kiss before he speaks again. His eyes travel down to my shoulder, where the strap of my night gown has fallen. I try to hold back a shiver as his finger slides under the fabric and slips it over my skin.
    “I see you have found your clothing. It is all yours, Emiliya, and all brand new. Please come to the kitchen. I made breakfast.” He stands and walks out of the room, leaving me sitting with my lips on fire from his kiss, and my mind spinning, thinking about pussycats and clothes.
    I quickly dress in a pair of leggings and a tank top before throwing my hair up in a messy bun. My face is a mess, my eyes still puffy, but I am hungry and I do not want to upset Radimir. I have no idea how he will behave if I do not follow his commands.
    I smell the bacon as it enters my room, and I hear my stomach rumble with hunger. I shove all thoughts to the back of my mind and hurry downstairs.
    “Sit,” Radimir orders. I do, because, well… I am hungry.
    Radimir fills two plates with eggs, bacon, breakfast muffins, and fresh fruit. It is beautiful, and I can’t believe he has made all of it for me . He slides the plate in front of me and sits down across from me with his own. We are sitting at the breakfast table, a small white surface with only four black chairs. I can’t help myself, I stare at the plate in awe.
    “I poured you coffee and orange juice. If you would like something different, please tell me,” he says softly.
    My eyes snap to his. I smile, my lips a bit wobbly. He is giving me a choice and he is giving me his permission to ask for something different. Nobody has ever done that before.
    “No, this is so perfect. You are a wonderful chef,” I admit, taking a bite of the eggs into my mouth.
    “I am no chef, kotik , just a single man,” he says, watching me. I shake my head.
    “I wish I were a better cook. My father required me to attend culinary school while I was at University in France, but I’m afraid it didn’t take. I am terrible in the kitchen.” I regret the words as soon as they come out.
    Will he not keep me if I can’t cook?
    “Good, then you won’t be wasting countless hours in the kitchen. We can order our meals or I can hire a chef; whatever you desire, Emiliya,” he suggests.
    I blink, once, twice, three times, uncertain if I have heard the words correctly.
    “A chef?” I ask, my voice weak