I pull my arm back with a violent jerk, and she stumbles backward. "I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me. It can never happen again that I call you and you don’t answer on the first ring, understood?"  

I see her hesitate. But then she says, "Yes, sir."  

"Hmm..." I size her up from head to toe. "Good, then."  

I walk into the living room and start unbuckling my belt. I let it fall to the floor and head to the fridge for a beer. Shit. It's empty, and I forgot to buy some. I'm almost tempted to order her to go down and get me a couple, but with her bad luck, she'd probably end up getting herself killed even carrying out such a simple task.

More annoyed than ever, I sit down on the couch. She stands in the middle of the room like a wooden plank. She doesn't look like an escort at all. By now, an escort would already be on her knees on my thighs, pushing her tits in my face.

"We played last night," I say, clearing my throat. "And we realized you're absolutely inept. However, I guess I'll have to make it work..." I say, more to myself than to her. After all, what alternatives do I have? Tomorrow I have to leave for the north and I certainly can't risk not getting laid and messing up the mission. "In a different circumstance, I would have played with you longer. Maybe it would have even been fun, breaking you slowly, piece by piece. I wonder what it would have been like to see you crumble..." As I say those words, images form in my mind. Her gasping with surprise at the pleasure, her tightening around my fingers, her having her first orgasm, begging for more, always more... My dick turns to stone in an instant. "...but there's no time to play. Tonight I'm going to fuck you. Try not to screw up and don't let me get soft. Got it?" I growl.

She gasps again. For a moment I think she's going to cry, but instead she grabs her sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, starting to undress. I'm stunned when I see the little tank top reveal the shape of her breasts, squeezed by the fabric pressing against them. I realize she's wearing underwear that's small, at least a couple of sizes too small—as if she bought it a few years ago and suddenly grew into it.

The nipples poking out under that innocent little top really turn me into an animal. I don't even know how I'm not jumping on her.

She lowers her pants and they slide down her smooth legs. The underwear underneath is the same as the top. Just as innocent and just as skimpy. My dick clenches painfully in my pants, impatient.

I think I should fuck her on the couch. Or on the floor. Or against the kitchen counter. Maybe I should fuck her in each of those places. I wonder how long she could last before passing out. I want to find out.

But she's a virgin.

Destroying her like that on the first night would be too much even for someone like me.

"Brava," I say simply. Then I pat my thigh with my hand. "Sit here," I command.

Her knees tremble as she takes steps towards me.

Holy Christ, this is a real kick.

She spreads her legs and straddles me. I notice she has a sweet, but industrial scent—a vanilla shower gel, maybe. Nothing refined, nothing that makes you think "wow," yet it fills my mouth with the desire to lick and devour her smooth skin.

She's trembling.

Trembling like a fucking leaf.

She doesn't look me in the face, she doesn't dare. That's why I reach out towards her face. It's so small that I can enclose her jaw between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me.

"Hey, pet. You didn't think you'd get away with it like that, did you? This game is played by my rules. The first rule is that you must never look away from me. If you do, I'll go hard on you. Tell me you understand."

"I understand," she murmurs.

I tighten my grip until she whimpers in pain. "What?" I repeat, almost growling.

"I understand, sir," she repeats.

"Good. You'll find out the other rules little by little," I release her chin.

I've never been with a woman like this. She's driving me crazy, damn it.

I seriously feel like a predator. I feel like a wolf about to devour a little rabbit. For the first time, I'm afraid of myself. I don't know how I'll keep from losing control.

Maybe there's no way to prevent it from happening.

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