Resistence...futile as it may be.

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. Mandy looked utterly shocked at my offer. "Bu...n..." she managed, which was hardly an answer. I almost felt sorry for her. "I'm sorry, but that wasn't much of a response," I teased, leaning against the fridge.

Chest heaving, Mandy gripped the table. "Listen to me, John," she growled. "I'm no one's ****. Not even yours. You may have fucked me crosseyed last night, but I'm not going to obey your every whim." A glimmer of pride showed in her eyes. She had managed to tell me off. Good for her. Too bad I was going to utterly destroy that pride in a second.

Examining my nails, I shook my head. "No, you will. You'll try to refuse me, but eventually you'll give in," I told her. "You can't help yourself. Because I DID fuck you crosseyed last night, as you put it. And because you find the fact that I have the balls to boss you around to be the most arousing thing you've ever encountered." The light in her eyes vanished and her scowl broke into a worried expression.

Mandy knew I was right, but she didn't want to admit it. With a slightly shakey hand, Mandy shoved some cereal into her mouth, chewing and swallowing to cover her nervousness. "You're so very arrogant," she told me in a wavering voice. "You really think you're god's gift to women, don't you?" I shook my head. "Not at all. I just KNOW I'm the guy who rocked your world last night and you desperately want me to do it again," I replied.

"Fuck..." she hissed under her breath. I could tell that her mind was racing. "C'mon, hurry up and eat," I ordered. "We can discuss this more...intimately afterward." Catching my meaning, she took a bigger spoonful and almost crammed it into her mouth before catching herself. She looked at me a moment before resuming, apparently giving up.

"I'm just hungry" she muttered.