I swallow hard. My heart pumps so hard against my chest when I felt his hot breath, tickling my senses. I ball my hands into fists to prevent myself from reaching out to him and crushing my cherry-colored lips on his.

“No,” I bravely affirm.

He chuckles softly. He bends over, and it almost occurs to me that he is going to kiss me again. However, he only reaches out for his cup and kisses the top of my head. He then puts the cup in the sink, as well as the empty plate.

I close my eyes, heart still throbbing so hard. And yes, my femininity is also throbbing with excitement.

“I’ll be working upstairs. You can just send me lunch there if it’s not much trouble,” he says with a teasing smile.

“No, of course not,” I murmur, trying to sound civil.

He winks at me before he turns away. I see him climb the stairs two steps at a time. With his long legs, it is just too easy for him. Obviously.

I let out a sigh.

“Oh, by the way. I would like to have a couple of clothespins.” He peeks from the top of the stairway.

“No problem,” I answer with a smile.

I wonder what he’s going to do with the clothespins. Maybe he is hanging something like his underwear? I chuckle at this thought.

I finish up my breakfast and wash the dishes. Afterward, I hunt down some clothespins. I wash them pretty well. I’ve decided I’ll just bring them over together with his lunch later. Meanwhile, I am checking the plumbing of the sink in the kitchen as well as the bathroom on the ground floor. So far, no leaks are found. That is very fortunate. I don’t have to do something to dirty myself.

I turn on the washing machine to clean the laundry that my niece and I have gathered since yesterday. I set it and cook something for lunch. Beef stew is good during this time. I also make some apple pie and sweet and sour pork. I hope the guest has no allergies or complaints after these. I am not truly a good cook but at least I don’t poison anyone with my food. So far. My food is tasty and edible enough.

***

I bring a tray filled with food and clothespins up to his room. He is busy with his laptop when I stepped inside, after knocking the door. He looks up to smile at me but I try to ignore that arresting smile of his.

I place the tray on the bedside table where he can easily reach it. I start to turn away when he holds my hand fast.

“They look delicious. Thank you, Cathy.”

I only look at him, without acknowledging what he has just said.

“You think we can enjoy each other’s company in the meantime?”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I am slightly confused. Or seem to be. I don’t want to admit that I so know what he means by it.

He pulls me closer instead. I am forced to sit down next to him, on the edge of the bed. He starts to run his hand on my thigh, going up between my legs. Since I am wearing a pair of long pajamas, the cotton fabric is not that thick. I can feel his hand caressing my center underneath my clothing while his eyes are intently looking at my face, reading my expression.

I try to pull away. However, he pushes me to the bed instead. I end up lying there. His head leans forward to claim my mouth, while his hand is doing something delicious with my cooter. His other hand reaches inside my sweater. Since I do not wear a bra, his eyes grow brighter at this discovery. His fingers pinch my nipples, one by one. My back arches to the sensation. I can’t deny to him the pleasure I am feeling right now.

“I will not have sex with you, Cathy,” he whispers in my ear, while his hands are working.

This is so unbelievable! So what is his real intention if he is not going to have sex with me? Is he just playing me?

He looks at my bewildered expression. He seems to drink the effect it has on me, and so he smiles arrogantly. I can feel his masculine power overwhelming me at the moment.

He kisses my mouth once again, while he widens my legs further apart. I can feel myself damper as his fingers work wonders on my lady parts.

I control myself to not moan. I want to resist. But I do not want him to stop doing this to me. The pleasure is just so good to be set aside.

“I will not have sex with you until you beg and you are agreeable to whatever I want to do with your body,” he adds hoarsely, eyes almost half closed. Apparently, he is also aroused.

Oddly enough, I picture it in my mind. What else could he do to my body but fuck me?

His hand stops to caress my cherry. I mistake it for the end of this “thrilling session.” But then his hand creeps inside through the gartered waistbands of my pajamas and panties and downward to cup my now very wet peach. Now our skin is in contact, and this makes it more sensitized.

His tongue explores my mouth as his hands continue to pleasure me down there.

“After this, you will want more, Cathy,” he promises.