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pumping but he didn’t move away from her. “You’re just nervous it will hurt. Once you relax, it will feel better than anything you’ve felt before.”
    “I don’t like that you know so much about women.”
    “I don’t know so much about women. I’ve never been with a virgin. Once I’m in, I’ll wait until you tell me.”
    “You’ve just been with many women then, but not virgins?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it, Katja. You’re a jealous little thing. You’re the only girl that matters.”
    “Because I’m the way to better life.” She said flatly.
    “No, I want you because you cared about me when no one else did.” He rolled off her, and began to dress. With his back to her, she allowed herself to smile. She liked his answer.
    “Why did you get up?”
    “We’re done.”
    “No, we’re not. Get back here. You’re my slave and I demand it.”
    “I’m the man, Katja. I do as I please, and that’s that!”
    “How dare you deny me! I own you! You have to do everything I ask!” She folded her arms, and because she was sure sex would make him yield to her, she said, “Fine, I’ll have sex with you, but then you have to do all that I ask.”
    “If I fuck you, you’ll learn I get what I want if you want my dick, and I’ll make you want it.” She gaped at him, and despite finding his assertive words incredibly tantalizing, she believed he really would rule over her. He certainly wasn’t letting her treat him as if she owned him. She closed her legs, suddenly deciding she was glad he wasn’t still trying to work his way inside of her. With a sigh of exasperation, he added, “I like you feisty, Katja. I like you’re challenging and fighting with me, but not about women!” He marched over to her side of the bed, and took her gown from the floor. He dropped it on her knees. “Get dressed. I’m not touching you till morning.”
    “You can’t tell me what to do. I don’t like it—sometimes.” He was confusing her. She couldn’t think straight anymore.
    “Get dressed or so help me, I’ll dress you myself!”
    She glared at him, and wished he stood near a deep stream to shove him into, but she snatched her gown, and tugged it on as she grumbled under her breath. “I can’t believe a slave has the audacity to talk to his master with such bossiness …you’re my slave.”
    Felix returned to the bed, but scooped her up by her waist, spun her in a circle, and made her sit on his groin. “Get use to me talking to you like this, little woman. I’m use to commanding scores of men. I’m the warrior. I’m the man. I’m the dominate one. I’ll touch you if I want to, and I won’t if I don’t.” He clutched the collar of her nightgown into his fist, and tugged her toward him. “Now kiss me, for no other reason than I want one and you find my authority sexy.”
    She felt the corner of her mouth twitch with a smile. She did like his assertive, demanding words. She put her hands on his shoulders, and leaned toward him. She was on her hands and knees, no longer sitting on his groin when he gathered her gown as her lips hovered an inch from his. Out of pure rebellion, because she knew he liked it, she whispered with the perfect amount of threat in her tone, “Make me.”
    He suddenly captured her, and crashed his lips to hers. He devoured her in a passionate kiss that melted her into him. She opened her mouth for him, and let him suck her bottom lip if he wasn’t stealing her tongue with thrilling licks. She moaned inside his mouth, but not from his exciting kiss but his controlling arms that held her exactly where he wanted her. With busy hands, he rubbed up and down her sides, inching her nightgown as if he wanted it off. Then as if something inside him switched on, he quickly carted her gown up to her chest so her nipples brushed against his pecs. Then by design, he rubbed his hands long her butt and back as he moved her body so her nipples slid up and down his chest. The thin hair