His Devious Rule

Kneeling on the ground with her both hands in Alvin\'s clutch, Anya felt each minute like an eternity. Despite wanting to be oblivious of the thing that was in her hand, she bit her lips whenever she felt it twitch and even grow big in her hand.

She didn\'t know her face was flushed red like a cherry. She craved to fan herself. \'Why is it so hot?\' She thought, trying to distract herself from whatever she was holding.

She started to feel her right-hand sore moving up and down in restricted motions. Since he was the one who was controlling, her arm ached more. \'There is no pleasure. Everything is aching pain.\' She unawarely groaned due to her sore hand while trying to pull her hands away.

\'Wait... He has hands, why can\'t he do it himself? Why does he need me for it? Alvin Matthews, you jerk, how dare you trick me?\' She pulled her hand harder, craving to smack him hard.

Alvin who was torturously closing to the climax was instantly frustrated. His grip tightened which caused her to hiss and him to groan under the clutch. All the while he didn\'t forget to guide her hands.

Anya: "..."

His groan felt like blame on her, "You did that to yourself." She muttered more to herself. \'You beasty human, how long are you going to torture me and my hand?\' and yelled at him, "Faster." So that he could let her hand go.

Little did she know, he thought something else to that word. To his ears, it was a tempting scream of pleasure, and assumed she was aroused.

Anya felt like her energy was drained for no reason. She was about to sit on the floor, she felt him jolt that shocked her for a second and heard him purr shuddering violently. Her head tilted in confusion. He was trembling as if he was in pain or feeling freezing in cold but the expression on his face was… was like he ate his favorite yummy food and enjoyed each bite.

Staring at his face, she itches to touch his face. She swallowed hard and took her eyes away. \'What the…\' She paused. She felt something hot sliding on her right hand. \'Isn\'t water cold?\'

She finally looked at her hand to realize his hand had dropped. He wasn\'t holding her anymore. And she was holding that stupid thing which was spurting something white. At Least she knew what that was.

She gasped leaving him instantly and ran up to the washbowl. She washed her hands with water, took a large amount of handwash, lathered well, and rinsed off. Only then did she remember to breathe.

\'Sigh,\'

She heard a long breath of relief, behind her. Her back stiffened. She needs to throw him out before he identifies her. \'Will he identify me?\' She looked at her reflection, "Maybe not." She felt bad for being unrecognized when she should have been happy about it. Her emotions were all over the place.

She took a deep breath through her mouth and turned around. She commanded as she grabbed his clothes, "Leave from here, now," She was adamant about sending him away.

Alvin was in better senses after his first, pent-up release. He couldn\'t believe he just released - to her hand and did nothing else. \'Must be drugs.\'

He turned to the source of the voice and opened his eyes. She was wearing nude high pumps. Her legs were lissome. She was wearing an olive green pencil skirt wrapping her tiny waist and shaping her hips in a tempting curve. The white blouse was loose-fitted, with quarter sleeves hiding under the quarter-sleeved blazer. He noticed her slowly breathing as if trying to control herself or calm down.

His eyes further traced up, her chin had a smooth curve, her lips were pressed to a thin line with the corners slightly tilted her down, clearly displeased. Her nose was in a perfect wedge shape. Her cheeks seemed to be painted in a beautiful shade of red.

\'Druga effect.\' He blamed the drugs for finding a single mother so beautiful. His thoughts took a pause and he was dazed, looking into her eyes. She gazed at him fiercely but he didn\'t care.

Anya felt like she had something on her face. \'Did he identify me?\' She shook her head in her mind. Even if he identifies her, she didn\'t want that to be in her place. He was the most stubborn and unreasonable man she ever saw and he wouldn\'t leave without getting answers to all his questions.

His eyes seemed clearer and his skin was regaining its color. Then her expression hardened, assuming he might be having the wrong thoughts about her. Gritting her teeth, she went closer with his clothes and demanded, "Leave." She didn\'t say his name, in case he questions her about how she knew him. "Or I will call the cops."

Alvin blinked but continued to watch her dainty face. Her dark brown hair was silky and reached her shoulders in a long bob cut. It made her face look petite and delicate.

He felt like he held prejudice as this single mother would look like a woman in her thirties or late twenties. He couldn\'t believe he was swooning at her. \'It must be the drug\'s effect.\' He persuaded himself.

At the other thought, he recalled he came to steal the hard disk. \'Why is she in a hurry to get rid of me?\' He found it suspicious and very displeased. \'Who does she think she is?\' He assumed she was self-obsessed and might be trying to get his attention. His long hand reached out for his clothes and snatched them in a swift move.

Anya was on her heels on the wet floor. Her heart reached the throat Nth time when she slipped at the strength he used. "Ahh…" Her hands flew to hold something but nothing was closer.

Alvin instinctively reacted. He dropped his clothes to hold her before her knees could hit the corner of the tub or her head hit the window sill. He tried to hold her shoulders but ended up pressing his palms against her chest.

Alvin: "..." It was unintended.

Anya\'s eyes widened in disbelief, "Pervert…"

\'Pak\'

She slapped him across the face very much instinctively. She was going to hold the window sill, she wasn\'t that weak to need support from a petty fall. She hurriedly stood on her feet.

Alvin was in no less shock. After his father, she was the only woman who dared to slap him.

Anya was in shock and anger. She helped him and felt betrayed for crossing her personal space. Hence she couldn\'t hold back and slapped him across the face.