Algorithm

Chapter 7

"Oh but am I, am I really?" Noticing the smirk against Sascha's lips as he spoke in a deep and seductive tone of voice, I had to physically push my thighs tight together. This man, he really does know exactly what to do to me to cause that fluttering feeling. He knows the right sort of words to say, the voice to make, to cause me to be putty in his hands. But not by any sort of means was I going to let him know that, no way, it would give him too much satisfaction.

"Yup, you're so wrong." I muttered, turning away to look in another direction from him then as he continued to tower over me. But as I did so, I found myself discreetly biting on my lip.

"I'm not blind Sofie, I can see exactly what you're doing right now." Turning my face again in order for me to look at him, Sascha held onto my chin. Still an evident smirk upon his lips as I breathed out, so captivated and needing him right now. "I know you want me, just as me."

It was in that moment that I couldn't any longer hold myself over the older man, and so with that I found myself forcefully grabbing his face in between my hands. Kissing him fast, rough and passionate. My leg moving around to wrap around his waist while he held it, all whilst it was then our tongue battled against each other. "I knew you couldn't resist me, daddy's bad girl." Sascha whispered deeply into my mouth, causing me to let out a moan in my response.

"Don't count yourself lucky..." I breathed out, feeling Sascha move his lips away from mine, and down to my neck. Sucking, licking, and nipping at it. "I'm not crazy for you, I just need sex right now." I bit down hard on my lip, letting out lewd moans due to his lips on my neck.

"Stop kidding yourself baby." He whispered. "I know how much you want me."

All I did in response to his words was moan, feeling his lips move more vigorously against my neck. My head stopping far back, hair spread out across the pillow and simply enjoying what this man was doing to me. And it was as Sascha started to kiss further down my body, down to my lower neck, that he began removing my clothes from my body. Chucking them down onto the floor below us. But the second I realised what was happening, I shot up right away.

"Wait...no." I breathed out, out of breathe, looking at the clothes just thrown down there.

"What? What is it?" Sascha questioned, looking down at me, concerned.

"The clothes..." I pointed towards my clothes just thrown down in a heap. "Clean them up, I refuse to have sex with you until their in a nice pile." Due to my words right then, Sascha in that moment looked at me with wide eyes, smirking. "I'm serious, you know I have OCD."

A snigger came from him as he shook his head, amused. "Ok fine, I'll clean them. Anything for you, your majesty." He playfully saluted me before getting up and cleaning them, them being put in a nice and tidy pile before looking back at me again. "Is that better for you?"

Looking him up and down with a smirk, I shook my head. "No...not quite yet."

"Oh come on." He growled, frustrated so it seemed. "What is it now?"

Remaining with that same smirk upon my lips, I pointed at him from head to toe. "It's you." I bit down on my lip. "You're still fully clothes, and your bad girl really doesn't like that now."

Sascha raised an eyebrow, smirking at my words. "Oh yeah? Why don't you undress me?"

My eyebrow raised, picking up a dominant streak for a second or two. "Because unless you don't want me to stop and tidy them up, I suggest you undress yourself and do it yourself."

"Oh you can be so difficult at times, do you know that?" He laughed. I nodded my head and let out a small chuckle, smirking. "You and your OCD, it drives me crazy at times." And with an amused shake of the head, I watched him begin to undress himself while I lay naked on the bed. Watching him intently, each aspect of him, as he slowly and seductively undressed.