After swallowing everything, she wiped the excess white stuff with the back of her hand. She looked at me, expecting me to bend her over and punish her for being too bold in her attempt to seduce me.
Frankly, I was more than happy to have a company tonight, but then I realized it would be boring—she practically threw herself at me.
A man with a hunter's mentality finds that unappetizing. I should play with her more, like a tiger stalking its prey before the final strike.
"Go back to your quarters," I commanded.
Her eyes widened, disbelief flickering across her face.
"But, boss… I thought—"
"I said go."
I waved her off, watching the disappointment sink in, on her face.
Better to let her stew a little, let that sense of being unwanted crawl under her skin until she couldn't handle it anymore. Only then would she be 'ripe' enough to enjoy.
Damn. I was starting to slip back into my twisted habits again.
