Page 24 of Cookie: Part One
Fuck, I think I overdid it…
I had to have, because I slept later than yesterday. Maybe it was the back-to-back sessions, but damn, I’m tired.In the states, I usually only go to sessions once a month when a bitch is ovulating, and even then I never went this hard…
It was usually only spanking and having a solo dolo pleasure Dom eat my pussy and gently fuck me… this was only supposed to be a night of getting dug the fuck out and drilled to perfectionwhile I sip expensive wine and eat caviar and get full body massages on someone else’s dime for the remainder of the week… so why the fuck am I doing the walk of shame, pussy feeling like it’s swollen shut and throat rubbed raw?Again?
More than that, why the fuck did I enjoy every second of it?! Honestly, it’s truly addicting, and I hate the fact that no matter who I get back home, they will never fuck me like Mikhail, eat pussy like Nadya, or fuck my throat like Dimitri…this really was the best, but this is it.
Once in the house, I don’t even attempt the stairs. I go right for the elevators, praising God for extra ass rich people, and then amble off to my room, opening the door, ready to fall in my bed.
“Good morning,” Pyper says sweetly, and my soul cartoonishly flies from my body.
“SH-SHIT! HOLY FUCK, PYPER, YOU SCARED ME!” I settle, clutching my heart that’s beating out of my chest, but she just sits there reading Junie B Jones, not even looking at me.
“So... where were you last night?” Pyper finally asks, flipping a pagewithout flipping her cheerful tone.Damn… she’s upset.
Bitch.
“N-nowhere…?” I ask rather than state, and she sets the book down, narrowing her eyes at me. I turn my head to look up at theceiling. “Man, you guys’ cleaners d-deserve a raise. There are no spid?—”
“Connie…”
“What? Damn!” I stomp my foot, instantly regretting it, but I keep my face serious.
She closes the book and leans forward, elbows on her knees, and giving me that“I’ve known you for six damn years and you’re lying”look.Shit!
“Connie, you positively glow zhis morning. Not zee ‘I exfoliated’ glow. I mean‘I just had sex’glow...” I gasp, covering my face.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You’re vearing trench coat and your legs are shaking like you run marathon,” she points out.
“S-so?!”
“So vho did you sneak out to meet last night because I know it vasn’t Alik. He vas in his room planning your movie date.” She raises a brow as guilt hits me hard as fuck, but I stare at her while she stares back. We do this for a solid ten seconds.
“N-no one! I j-just… I went for a long walk and got lost!” she squints, looking me over with a snort.
“In stilettos?” she questions and I cross my arms.
“I’m practicing my walk in heels! What’s so wrong with that?”
“Vhats vrong vit zhat? Nozhing, if I did not smell Mikhail faintly on you” she looks at me pointedly and I freeze, an awkward laugh bubbling up from my throat.How they fuck are their noses so good?!
“M-Mikhail… wh-who is that again?” I ask, feigning casual but spiraling internally.
“Oh, you need reminder? He is a selfish, thieving bastard vho stole the right to lead ze family from Alik. He is a man zhat eats vomen alive and valks away, full and vhistling. He’s cold, mean, and calculated.” I try not to flinch… I try not to think of his commanding and demanding presence, his crazed look while watching me be taken. I try not to think at all and just listen to one of my bestest friends in the entire world.Failing miserably…
“Ooooooh…thatMikhail. Why did you bring him up again?” I ask, scratching my head, and she sighs.
“Because if you’re interested in him, don’t be… if he’s pulled you into his bed…” she curls her lip, disgusted at the thought. “Forget about him. He’s dangerous,” she adds. “You’d be better off dry humping a blender.” I nod slowly at her words.
“Totally. Yup. Absolutely no interest in him. None,” I answer dishonestly, and she narrows her eyes.Dangerous, I can handle. It’s the ones who smile in your face and go through your phone at night that scare me.
“Connie...”
“Okay okay, I hear you! Damn!” I sigh, crossing my arms. “It’s your fault for having such hot family members!” I frown, and she cringes.
“Jesus… you couldn’t even hold out one day against him! You made Alik wait three months!” She throws up her arms and I want to defend myself on how exactly that one day came to coincidently be, but I keep my lips shut, remembering that damn privacy clause from the Pleasure Palace. “God, he’s more powerful zhan I zhought!” She places her hands over her mouth, thinking, looking me over. “But you do have a knack for attracting dangerous people.” She rubs her temples, suddenly tired.
