A day had gone by without the feeling of losing time.

The next day, I woke up very tired from the couch where I laid.

My eyes twitched wryly. Seeing the morning light brighten up the room, my eyes widened to the realization.

’Holy shit... I’ve been asleep for twelve hours, I passed out too.’

I turn sideways and saw breakfast already served on the stool.

"Thank goodness I’m starving.." I murmured.

Rachel still laid in bed, had few conscious moments but black out right after.

Seeing her covered under the sheets still naked made me remember everything that happened yesterday.

Somehow because of how foggy my brain was, it felt like it was a dream.

She was still yet to recover from the intimacy we had, or would i say mutual destruction.

I reached out to Rachel, and ran my fingers through her hair, that still looked good despite looking like she got hit by a bus, then laid a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She made small sounds that was filled with satisfaction mixed with exhaustion.

I sat back and munched on the sandwiches like a starving lion.

After a couple hours gone by, while I laid on the couch, the light coming in casted a sexy glow on Rachel’s backside.

Suddenly, Rachel slowly got out of bed, and walked to the toilet like she was drunk. Missing her steps.

Turned the tap on and sat down hammered, her eyes could barely open and it kept rolling.

She stayed in the toilet for an hour plus before she finally came out dressed in her pants and bra, covered with a towel.

She walked towards me and slammed down on the couch, between my legs and rested on my chest.

She had a bite of the sandwich, and laid back on me nonchalantly.

The room remained quiet, except from the song’s of the birds that echoed outside.

Rachel stared at the view of the trees that were in the garden, counting it’s seeds so she wouldn’t have to look at me.

Her body still felt wrecked in a good way, but her brain was already replaying every sound she’d made.

Everytime she’d said my name, and made confession that only seemed right to make during such intense pleasure.

The embarrassment crept in slow. Then all at once. Heat flooded her face, and she kept on stuffing her mouth with the sandwich because of how awkward she felt.

You’re doing it again," I said. My voice was wrecked too. Low and rough.

"Doing what." She replied. Her Voice muffled.

"Blushing..after." I reached out, thumb brushing her full cheek. "You know... you now belong to me don’t you! That means you’re under my responsibility—"

"Really!" She turned her face away. "I’m the president of this nation and i can fully take care of myself.."

"You were, but not any more, now you’re just my bitch and you’ll do whatever i tell you.. Okay!"

"But it was a mistake..." her voice changed to a pleading tone. Her eyes teary.

"Was it ?" I didn’t sound mad. Just curious. "I’m pretty sure it didn’t feel like a mistake when you—"

"Shut up, please just shut up i don’t want to hear it..." She sat up fast and grabbed my T-shirt. "Don’t fucking narrate the things I said and did.."

I sat up too. Slow. Careful. "I know that I may seem smug but you’re going to fucking make me the law.."

"Why! Why! Do you want to be dictator, and rule the world don’t you have enough.." she said.

"Can’t you see that I’m the new father of nations? It’s only fair I take my rights fully position, not as a lab rat but the head of every woman on earth that has my seed..."

"Oh I see now, it’s an ego thing.." she shrugged.

"It may be.." I agreed, leaning in. Not kissing, just close enough. Then whispered. "Maybe not— because I know you want to be owned...that’s why you’re embarrassed."

She closed her eyes. "I fucking hate you."

"Lair." My lips kissed her neck. "You’re not mad at me because I fucked you like a whore, definitely not because I control you now either.."

I landed another kiss down to her shoulder. " But because you don’t even regret everything we’ve done."

A guilty laugh broke out of her, "You don’t know what you’re saying.."

"Since I fucking own you now.." This time I licked up to her neck. She felt the tingle down her spine.

"You’d probably have to stop pretending you don’t want this."

The walls she built were already crumbling.

"I’m not..." her words stopped halfway, plunging herself more and more into a confused state.

The memory of surrendering herself to my lust was making her aroused.

She could almost feel the shape of my cock still inside her. The feeling left a dent in her mind.

Before she knew it, her body kept swaying, The flashbacks kept replaying in her head.

She squeezed her breast and narrowed her panties. The towel sloped off her. My hands grazed off her smooth skin.

"What’s with the sudden mood swing, Rachel? You know I’m not wrong when I say you want to be owned.." I murmured in her ear.

"Do you know how many times I’ve replayed that aghast look you had on, when I conquered you.."

Her moans softened as she tightened the fabric to her Gspot, She wanted me to fuck her I did before.

’I’m meant to be at work but i feel more inclined to be this fallen angel’s slut.’ 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

’Maybe i really should consider stepping aside and let him be the man.’ Rachel’s heart softened towards me, as she pondered.

At the same time her lust was unwavering, It grew stronger with each kiss I laid on her.

She wanted me to squeeze her breast and pound her like crazy until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Her waist motioned frantically.

"Fuck," her sweet sultry voice trailed off in the empty room.