Naughty

747 Words
Despite the family's desire to spend limited time with their daughter, they dared not raise a voice against the man. His happiness seemed to be their top priority at any cost. Ana felt perplexed and annoyed when she saw the driver again. It hadn't even been a day, and she already felt suffocated and submissive. It was as if her cells instinctively knew how to yield to this man. 'Gosh!' she rubbed her forehead, 'What does he want now?' Later in the evening, when she returned home, she was anxious that everyone would notice her swollen lips. However, nobody said anything. They were too engrossed in the preparations. Later, she learned that he had called in and fixed the date for the next week. 'He granted mercy,' she thought before receiving a message for a meeting. 'Why is this guy so eager?' she wondered. Well, she wasn't in a position to be choosy, so she reluctantly dragged herself to the car, pasting a smile on her face. This time, she was on time. 'At least, I'll be spared from the s****l molestation,' she thought. At that time, Edward was entertaining guests. They looked at her in awe, as if they couldn't comprehend her. After watching her for a while, they silently nodded to each other. Ana was less concerned about their reaction. Her heart raced, and her eyelids drooped as Edward, in all his glory, stood before her in a towel. "Why in the hell is he walking naked?" Ana unknowingly blurted out. As soon as she heard herself, she quickly changed her tone. "I mean, yeah, this is your house. You can do whatever you want." Edward smirked throughout. It amused him to see the array of emotions on her face. "On time, I see," he said, moving closer to her. Heat flushed Ana's face. Recalling the previous kiss, she instinctively moved backward. Edward noticed and locked eyes with her. "Come to my room." Ana's heart dropped. Seeing the worry on her face, Edward clarified, "To choose my clothes. As long as you're here, you can give a hand." Ana gulped and glanced at the guests, who were still observing the conversation with keen interest. Ana was a little perplexed about what to do next; she hadn't even greeted the guests. Edward's room was one floor up, adorned in all black and pastel white walls. His dominating personality was evident in every aspect. The room was immaculate, with an air that discouraged anyone from touching anything to avoid creating a mess. It was perfect, unlike her own room, filled with a riot of colors and a sense of 'anything, anywhere.' Upon entering, Edward closed the door behind him. It was not Ana's day – her heart raced, and the world seemed to be in turmoil. Edward pointed her to the wardrobe, and with a trembling self, she approached it. Upon opening the closet, she found everything neatly aligned and in perfect order. It confirmed Ana's suspicion that Edward was a fan of Christian Grey from Fifty Shades. "Are you a fan of Fifty Shades?" she asked, attempting to start a conversation. "I only have 5 shades of black," replied Edward. This answer puzzled Ana for a moment, but then she realized the context. Edward had five black shirts. Well, Ana had a fondness for the color black. She picked a shirt and stepped out of the closet. "No pants?" Edward teased, "You are naughty." This comment was enough for Ana to feel embarrassed. She cursed her mind and bit her tongue. Before she could react, Edward got too close, and suddenly she found herself pushed onto the bed, her little jacket getting unbuttoned. "What are you doing?" she asked Edward. She hated the question because she could see exactly what he was doing, but the situation demanded a question. "I want to do some sinful things to you. Actually, not just some sinful things, all sinful things," said Edward, each word growing darker. Soon, she was in her black undies. He pushed her back and turned her over, slipping a hand into her panties, groping her buttocks. Edward saw a trembling Ana, but he was thoroughly enjoying it. He was like a lion with his prey in his paw. "I want to do things to you that will remind you of the sweet pleasure I'll give you. Whenever you think of me, you'll get wet. I promise I will drown you in pleasure," Edward huskily declared.
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