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༺༻Chapter4: A Night of Control༺༻
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The night was drowning in silence; the thick kind of silence that skews one's perspective, and feels like it pulls at the skin. Outside Zayne's mansion, the city's life flowed like routine - cars humming and buzzing in the far distance, every now and then, a horn. Yet, in this cavernous space, within these cold walls, a recursion of tension was taking shape.
He had just starting talking to kalu, when he heard door bell floors ahead of him. He turned to see who is it at this time??
He ordered gaurd to open door,The door swung open and there she stood, tousled blonde hair and sassy lips the color of blood, eyes sharp and predatory. Leaning against the door jam, smirk firmly on place, her brightly colored, and freshly manicured nails traced the door jamb as if it belonged to her.
"Hi, daddy boy," she said with a purr.
froze as a muscle in his jaw cam down Tic.
He did not mind the name before; he had let her nickname him from bed, buried under sheets, whispers raining down like tantalizing droplets and breath. But now? With Kalu sitting beside him, wide-eyed and innocent? It felt ... wrong. Disgusted.
His voice was dull but firm. "Masha, I told you, not tonight."
Her smirk grew wider as she walked in and swayed her hips flamboyantly. She ignored his frosty attitude, slinking toward him like a cat fully aware she had an owner who could never say no. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pressed herself against him. Her perfume, which was expensive and cloying, wafted through his senses but it did not intoxicate him like it used to.
"You always say that," she sighed, the warm breath from her mouth on his neck. "But somehow we always end up in bed."
Kalu growled. Low. Menacing.
Masha's head snapped towards the dog and her expression twisted in disgust. "Who is this cheap dog?"
Zayne's entire body went rigid. His hand had instinctively found Kalu's head and was running fingers through the pup's head in assurance. His expression soured and his tone dropped into something seething.
"This is Kalu," he said slowly, each of the three words carrying a warning in and of itself. "And he's more than a dog to me."
Masha rolled her eyes. "Of course. You've taken to picking up strays? Is that why you've been ignoring me?"
"Leave."
His voice was devoid of negotiable tones. He stepped back, creating room between them before pointedly gesturing at the door. His Russian accent, a hallmark of his upbringing, became more pronounced; a sure sign of his upset..
Masha did what she always did: ignored him, instead of following his command. She plucked her suitcase out of the hallway, and marched into the house like she owned the place.
Zayne's temper broke finally.
He charged after her, heavy on his feet. He loomed behind her like a black cloud. "Now, I'm serious. Get your shit and leave." His voice was steady and sharp like a knife follows through flesh.
Kalu barked in the background at sensing his master's fury.
Masha ignored it all, and placed her suitcase on the bed and zipper'd it open with a bang. "Oh, I get it now," she laughed. "You get lucky with a new slut in India, and now I'm dead to you."
Zayne's fists balled up.
Masha barked out a biting laugh. "Russian men are all the same, one fucking night with another woman and they will throw away their sugar baby." She turned and faced Zayne with her hands on her hips. "But one thing to remember, Zayne, I have two months left on my contract. So you better give me my money."
Zayne's glare could have turned her to ash.
"You think I'm going to give you money after this?"
His voice was low and dangerous. "You think I'm going to pay you for nothing?"
Masha tilted her head, not fazed. "Yeah, daddy."
He tensed all over from her tone. Playful. Mocking.
Then, Masha moved closer, fingers running up his chest, gliding over the fabric of his shirt. "You know," she whispered, "If you don't want to pay me, I can make you change your mind in other ways."
Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees in front of him, both hands reaching for his belt.
froze.
For a second, his mind battled between encryption and disgust. He would have once embraced this circumstance. He would have once gone as far as pulling her hair back and letting her do her best work but now? Now, watching her on her knees made him feel pitiful.
Disgust triumphed.
He tightened his grip in her hair, pulled her head back to gaze up at him.
"You think sucking my cock is going to change my mind?" His voice was sharp and cruel. He tightened his grip even more through her hair. Knuckles white. "I said no."
Masha gasped but didn't withdraw. She licked her lips, her eyes mischievous. "Why don't you want my lips around you?"
"Because," he sneered, forcing her back, "I've already had your lips around me far more times than I would want in a lifetime. You're not special." He buckled his belt back, gauging for her reaction. She moved further in, intrigued, and he laughed--a dark derisive laugh. "You really are pathetic to think that's all it takes."
Masha's breath stalled.
"I want a blowjob from someone who isn't a greedy manipulating cunt," he said, his voice eerily calm. "Someone real."
And kept eye contact with Masha while he buckled his belt back up.
"Now get out or I will throw you out."
Masha's face contorted with rage. "Fuck you!"
The slap came swift and without notice.
The crack of his palm on her face was deafening in the now quiet room. She stumbled backwards, clutching her cheek, eye's wide in disbelief.
"You fucking think that you can talk to me like that?" His voice was chillingly ice.
He latched his fingers around her throat and lifted her slightly off the ground. Her hands instinctively clawed at his hands as she gasped.
"I could snap your neck right now," he whispered into her ear with deadly intent. "And nobody would care."
Masha choked, "Leave... me."
He slammed her against the wall.
Her heals dropped as she staggered and gasped for air. Kalu barked loudly and viciously with his little body shaking at odds with his bark.
"GET OUT NOW! BEFORE I KILL YOU!" he screamed.
Masha grabbed the suitcase in haste. She was cursing in Russian with an infernal pitch to her voice, but she knew well enough to not take him for a ride again. She forcefully walked to the door and slammed it behind her.
Silence.
The mansion was concludedly emptier.
Kalu whined softly and slowly crawled behind the couch. closed his eyes and breathed as deeply as he could, forcing himself to normalize. ne walked slowly towards the couch and knelt before it.
"She frightened you, huh?" His tone had softened to a whisper.
After a moment of hesitation, Kalu crawled back from sofa,Zayne extended his hand. "Come here."
The pup sniffed his fingers and pressed his small body against his palm. His tail wagging slightly.
"Good boy."
picked him up, cradled him close to his chest. He walked toward the kitchen, his boots clicking against the marble floors.
He opened a cabinet and pulled out a carton of expensive dog biscuits.
He opened the lid and pulled one of the biscuits out.
"Here you go little warrior," he said softly while putting it down in front of Kalu.
The dog sniffed it and then licked his hand. Trust was fully restored between them.
For the first time all night, he felt like he could breathe.
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