Still the Same.
"Ian." My voice was full of fear. The lights flickered and I saw Ian on the couch. His tie in his hands, his shirt ruffled and his face angry.
Holy fuck. I was dead. I knew Ian well enough, even thought we hadn't seen each other in five years. The lock of his jaw and the cold smirk on his face told me how angry he was with me.
"I thought I told you to be here by six."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "And I told you that I will do whatever the hell I want. I'm not yours."
Ian got off the couch, slowly, and walked towards me, a predator like stance. I backed off, until I was cornered by the wall. How cliché.
"That's where you're wrong sweetheart," Ian smirked. "You were mine. And you are mine."
"Ian..." A harsh great escaped my lips. His proximity was too much to handle. I couldn't stand how edible he smelt. This was Ian we were talking about. He oozed sex.
"Do you remember what happens when you disobey me, kitten?"
I swallowed, simultaneously taking in air. "You wouldn't."
"Oh yes, I would. You need to be punished."
"You don't own me, Ian!" I almost yelled. In truth, I was not scared. I wasn't scared of Ian. I was scared of the whirlwind on emotions that were within me. I knew that I would give into whatever he said. He always had that effect on me.
"Now, now," Ian said coolly, but I saw the anger on his face. "Don't make me more angry than I am Khloe."
"How did you get in anyways?" I swallowed. Hard.
"A little something known as keys sweetheart," Ian smirked. "Parker left them on the table."
"Get out," I muttered, my voice not sounding convincing to even myself.
Ian's finger lifted my chin, so that my eyes met his. "Do not test my patience. You know very well what happens when you piss me off more."
My eyes widened. He was in his Dominant stance. I wanted to bow to him. The submissive in me, his submissive, wanted to do nothing, but please him.
"I want you in your bedroom Khlo," Ian said, his voice cold. "In the usual posture."
I shook my head, my brain yelling at me to get the fûck away from him. But my body, my body told me a different story altogether. It is always the body which gets you into trouble isn't it?
"Ian--" I murmured, but he cut me off.
"In your fûcking bedroom Khloe," Ian snarled, "Do not make me say it again!"
My body won. I scampered into the bedroom, stripping off my clothes. It was scary how Ian owned my body. I kneeled on the floor, waiting for him. Blood thumped through my body, excitement filling me.
Though I had had my fair share of sëx, sëx with Ian was what I still craved. I still wanted my dominating boyfriend.
"Who is Cam?" Ian's cool voice brought me out of my musings.
My eyes snapped up. He had taken off his shirt and jeans, dressed only in boxers. He was semi hard, and I wanted to do nothing but take him inside me. Inside me mouth. Inside my pûssy. Inside my âss.
"My friend." I muttered.
"The real answer now Khloe," Ian glared at me.
"We were friends with benefits."
"Fuck buddies," Ian commented. "And for how long?"
I froze. I didn't expect him to ask me that. But this was Ian. He never did what was expected.
"About six months," I lied. He was already angry. I knew just how much angry he gets when he sees me as much as hug another guy. And we were talking about a guy I had fucked.
"On the bed."
I quickly got on the bed, waiting for him. "I want you to count." Ian smirked, when my surprised gaze went to him. "And for every count you miss, we will start from the top."
I swallowed. Holy ducklings. I wasn't prepared for when Ian's hard hand landed on my burning core. A startled gasp escaped my lips.
"One!"
This continued till he reached twenty. My pûssy burned, but I was dripping. The bed under my âss was wet, and I knew that if he even touched me again, I would have one hell of a massive örgasm.
Ian bent down, his mouth going to my swollen pûssy. I loud moan left my lips as he kissed my lower lips softly, applying just the slightest pressure. His tongue worked on the area around my clît, making me writhe underneath him. I wanted him.
"Ian please..." I pleaded, not knowing for what. My mind was a haze, all I could concentrate on was the man on me.
But Ian seemed to know exactly what I wanted. He bit down on my clít with his teeth, and I was washed away by the waves of ecstasy.
Ian kept licking me, until I had rode out my örgasm. Then without warning, he lifted his face, kissing me, just as his huge côck tore into me.
"Ian!" I screamed, as another orgasm crashed through me. He pounded into me, not holding back. I knew that this was his way of punishing me. For making him miserable. For leaving him.
"Who do you belong to?" Ian snarled, his green eyes burning into mine.
I didn't answer. Ian pulled back, making me whimper. His hand came down hard on my breast, just as he thrust hard into me. Tearing me apart, making me complete.
"I asked you a fûcking question Khlo!"
"Yours!" I screamed. It felt so good to scream. "I belong to you! Only you!"
"Mine!" Ian snarled as he came inside me, making me convulse again. Ian kissed my lips lightly, and I smiled at him.
No matter how much I wanted to deny it, everything was still the same. I was still His.
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