Deep Trouble with You

14 Breakdown

“Yes, my mistress!” I bow to Ann, who sits there smugly, looking at me victoriously with her nose held high.

I swear, I didn’t want to let her win, and I didn’t! The girl turned out to be a good actress, a rare b***h, and a master with a joystick!

“How the hell did that happen?!” I couldn’t calm down while the kids were laughing their guts out at my defeat… to this little dandelion!

“But I told you I’m the best Mortal Kombat player,” the brunette laughs mockingly. “About ten years ago there was a tournament and I took first place in the region. Back then I used to spend hours glued to games.”

“How many more terrifying secrets are you hiding?” I ask playfully, but Ann’s gaze suddenly turns distant and cold. She quickly lowers her eyes, then raises them again with a sly smile.

“Looks like it’s time for my slave to order us some food. You invited me over and you’re not even treating me to anything!”

“As you wish, my mistress,” I look at the beauty, imagining her in a black leather suit with a whip. With her, I’d gladly be a good obedient slave with chains around my neck, fulfilling any of her whims. Damn! “But actually, I prepared in advance! My house is full of food specially cooked by our chef for today’s meeting.”

With that, I put down the joystick and obediently head to the kitchen, where several pizzas, pies with different fillings, cookies, and compote with other drinks are already waiting. I wanted to make an impression, so I asked the cook to help me whip all this up.

While I’m taking the food out, Ann comes to help, carrying the dishes and pouring drinks for the kids.

“You have a very cozy kitchen,” the girl breaks the silence while I load the first batch of pizza into the microwave to heat it up.

“Thanks,” I smile at the beauty.

“And there’s another photo here,” she points to a family picture stuck to the fridge with a magnet. In it, Vicky and Kirill are surrounded by the boys, holding little Solomiya in their arms while looking at each other in love.

Damn! I didn’t even think about the photos!

“Yeah…” I hesitate, already trying to find a way out of this photo situation. “It’s really hard for the kids without their mother. They miss her terribly, so the psychologist recommended leaving photos around the house. That way they see their happy family and their mom, as if she didn’t abandon them but just… stepped out somewhere. A subtle psychological move!” Hopefully she buys that bullshit.

“I see,” Ann sighs sadly. “Your kids are so wonderful. I can’t understand how anyone could abandon their children! They’re your own flesh and blood! You carried them, gave birth to them through pain and suffering…” my beloved starts getting worked up, sincerely angry. “But you’re amazing. I truly admire you!”

“Oh, believe me,” I snort. “It’s not all that smooth. They need a good female role model in the family. We have a lot of misunderstandings and disagreements. Sometimes I feel like climbing the walls from not knowing what to do with them next or how to get closer to them. Right now they’re still kids, so it’s kind of easier, but what about later? And Soli? I’m absolutely terrified of her first period and puberty! I have no clue how you girls even talk about that stuff among yourselves! And what the hell am I supposed to explain in that situation!”

The first batch of pizza finishes heating up and I quickly bring it to the kids, who are deep into the PlayStation. They’ve split into two teams: the twins against Soli and Kirill. Judging by the sour faces of the brothers, the second team is beating them pretty well. A full-on tournament! But I’ve got more interesting conversations going on, so glad that the kids are completely absorbed in the game, I head back to the kitchen where Ann stayed and load the second batch of pizza.

“You know, I’m sure everything will work out for you,” brown eyes look at me seriously. “You love them very much, and that’s the most important thing. Kids feel love, and with time they’ll understand you. You radiate positive emotions, and it’s impossible not to respond to that with kindness. It’ll be hard, but I’m sure you’ll manage.”

“You’re so sure?” I start losing the thread of the conversation, staring at her plump crimson lips as I step closer. “And what do you feel? What emotions do you get from me… toward you?”

Ann stands there nervously biting the inside of her lip. It’s obvious she’s trying to fight herself, but her breathing speeds up and a faint blush colors her cheeks. She’s clearly getting nervous, though she tries to hide it.

Those bottomless eyes, with an entire universe inside them…

I close the distance too quickly and attack her tempting lips. I can’t restrain myself anymore around the brunette without tasting those soft lips again. My demons surge out of me with incredible force. I grab the back of her head and deepen the kiss, which turns rough and demanding. But to my surprise, my intensity doesn’t scare her at all. On the contrary. She responds just as fiercely and wildly, not backing down but accepting the challenge, and that knocks me out even more.

Could she possibly be any more perfect for me?! My passionate girl!

My hands greedily and impatiently explore her beautiful body. My d**k is harder than a diamond and painfully ready for battle. I kiss her deeply, wetly and sinfully, move down to her neck, squeezing her juicy breasts, ready to go all the way.

The microwave’s beep snaps us back to reality. The pizza is heated… though not nearly as much as we are.

Coming back to my senses, I realize Ann is sitting on the kitchen island, and I’m standing between her spread legs, greedily squeezing her ass through her light dress. A haze of passion clouds her beautiful eyes, and her lips are swollen from our kisses. Her chest rises quickly, her breathing uneven. So beautiful. So desirable.

“Stay the night,” I whisper hoarsely into the girl’s neck, covering her sensitive skin with small kisses, having absolutely no desire to release my little bird from such an intriguing position.

“Nazar,” the beauty whispers breathlessly. “We’ve only known each other for a week…”

“And you’ve already driven me crazy,” I run my tongue along her delicate neck, completely intoxicated by her softness and scent. “You don’t leave my head for a second.”

Ann trembles in my hands. I matter to her, just like she matters to me. God, how I want her!

Screw the kids! I’ll drag her into the nearest room, lock us away from the world and finally f**k her properly!

“I can’t. I’m here with Kirill. That wouldn’t be right,” the brunette whispers, breathless from my touches, tilting her head back.

“You’re right,” I sigh in frustration, squeezing the beauty’s waist. “With kids nearby, you can’t really relax. But tomorrow I’m leaving them with my parents, because during the day I’ll have to go to work at my shop, send out orders and receive a new shipment. But in the evening I’m inviting you on a date! Just the two of us! No refusals, and wear something comfortable. What do you think?” I ask playfully, squeezing her ass a little harder.

“I’m not against it,” Ann smiles softly, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Then I can’t wait for our meeting, my mistress!”