Her statement has me grinding my teeth together. She’s right. I can control her body, but not her mind, and that pisses me off more than I can say.
“How about a deal? I’ll get you a new mattress.”
“So you don’t have to fuck me on the floor? No, thanks. I’d rather you be uncomfortable too.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest defensively, but all I can see is her tits being pushed up.
“You’re right. The mattress would be for both of us. What else do you want?”
“I don’t give a shit about a new mattress. I’ll still sleep behind the bed.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, thinking. “What I really want is for you to keep Matteo off my back. If you promise me that, I’ll do whatever you want… for one hour.”
I hide my amusement. She has no idea I’ve already told Matteo to leave her alone, but there’s no way I’m going to admit that out loud and miss out on her giving me an hour of her time.
“So, you want me to keep Matteo off your back indefinitely? But you’ll only give me an hour of your time? That hardly seems fair.”
“We both know it would only take you two minutes to tell him to leave me alone, and he would listen to you. Letting you do whatever you want to me not only goes against everything I am, but I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life, just like I have to live with what you’ve already done to me.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I’m coming out pretty good on this deal.” I lift my arm, extending my hand out to her. “I’ll keep him off your back, and you’ll give me an hour of full control.”
For a moment, she examines my hand like it’s a foreign object before she hesitantly puts her delicate hand in mine.
“Deal.”
“Anything I want? One hour?” I clarify, holding her hand tightly.
She hesitates, and I can see her mind working up all kinds of scenarios. “You won’t hurt me… like no weird kinky torture stuff, right?”
My lips tug up into a grin. “No. I’m not into pain or inflicting pain. None of what you are thinking of.”
“Okay, one hour,” she confirms, and my smile widens. Letting go of her hand, I cross the small space that is her room and take the chair in front of her desk.
The flimsy wooden chair creaks under my weight, and for a moment, I consider sitting on the desk instead, but I already have plans for that flat surface, so I keep my ass planted where it is.
“Strip for me. I want you completely naked… and take your time. We’ve got an hour, after all. Let’s savor it.”
She sucks a shaky breath into her lungs and slowly reaches for the hem of her sweatshirt. She pulls it up and over her head, revealing that she’s not wearing anything else underneath. I’ve already seen her tits when she was lying down on her bed, but now that she is standing, they look even better. Perky, just the right size, with small pink nipples demanding attention.
As her fingers dip into the waistband of her leggings, my eyes are drawn to her stomach. She’s always been a skinny little thing, but now that her baggy sweater is gone, I can tell she is even skinnier than usual. Her stomach is caved in, her hip bones are more pronounced, and when she leans over to pull her leggings off, I can see her ribs sticking out.
Is she not eating? The image of her yelling at the cafeteria staff pops into my head, and I wonder if they’re giving her enough food. Surely, they’ll feed her something. Either way, I store that information, knowing I can use that to my advantage in a new deal on another day.
“It’s too fucking cold in here to be naked,” she mumbles angrily while she pulls off her white cotton panties. They fall to the ground, and she straightens back up, glaring at me like she wants to murder me.
“Maybe I should have included a no complaining clause in our deal,” I say as I take in every single inch of her body.
Her hair falls down her shoulders in golden waves, and I can’t wait to wrap it around my hand. As I let my gaze roam down her body, I notice the faded bruises around her slender arms, and I’m glad I already decided that Matteo is never to touch her again.
My eyes finally land on the junction between her thighs. To my surprise, her pussy is shaved bare.
“Come here,” I rasp, motioning for her to come to me. “I’ll warm you up.”
Her steps are small, each one more uncertain than the one before. She stops just short of bumping into my knees. Her flowery scent fills my nostrils, and I breathe it deep into my lungs like a drug, letting it cloud my mind.