I tasted alcohol on his lips. I could never drink his whiskey, I hated it. But on his lips… That changed everything. I could get drunk from it, that’s how much I loved it. The moment I started the kiss he was in control and I loved every second of it. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and brushed it against mine and I could taste the bitterness of the cigarette that he still held in his left hand.

I melted in his lap. We were on his terrace on the top floor, overlooking London. It was already night, the city lights illuminating the beauty of a European city. None of that mattered in that moment. I wanted his attention, I wanted his love, I wanted him. I bit his lower lip making him hiss. He grabbed my neck and squeezed gently, enough to make me gasp for breath.

“Play nice kitten.”

I hummed and he let go. He was watching me with his eyes half closed, inhaling the cigarette smoke unaffectedly, as if nothing happened. I cursed him and his nerves of steel for always looking put together. He wasn’t though, oh no. I could feel him as I shifted my hips from his knees to his lap. I brought my hands around his neck and rolled my hips down.

“You’re being very naughty.”

“Does Sir want me to stop?”

His eyes went from chestnut brown to black in an instant. Oh how he loved it when I called him Sir! I nearly laughed, I loved playing this game so much. I must have gotten lost in my victory as his hand connected with my thigh leaving a sharp sting behind. “Get that stupid grin off your face and get your ass in the bedroom, now. God you’re insatiable.”

I nearly jumped off his lap and ran to the bedroom, but he managed to grab my hair and pull me back. He grabbed my neck and lifted me off the floor so that I was barely touching the ground with my feet.

“I want you on your knees. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

Published by Evelyn