They both sat in silence and from the square table , he poured himself another glass of whiskey .
The silence around them wasn't awkward . It wasn't suffocating either , but it still wasn't peaceful .
"Why did you send me the roses ?" Mila finally questions , her voice low while she looks down at the floor . She felt so weak and she was just tired . She realises that she has many questions that need answers but even after finding 0,5% of those answers , she is already tired and ready to be kept in the dark once again . Can't she rest and live normal ?
"The roses were to protect you and keep you safe from the shadows or any dark creature that is waiting to sink their teeth at you." He spoke before he took a gulp from his glass . "You always threw them away ," He shook his head , finally turning to look at her and her doing the same ," The person who I hired to plant these roses cost me a fortune."
" I never knew ." She answered , her voice low .
He gulped down his drink , her eyes following every slight of his movement . To when he would dart his his tongue out and lick the corner of his lips and to when his Adam apple will bob up and down as he swallows . Why does he look sexy ? And he is only drinking . Drinking whiskey , yes , that is kinda sexy .
"I know ." He responds , looking into her eyes . "How old are you?"
His question caught her off guard and why did her mind make up an age that is false . She was about to say twenty seven . Why ? She groans in her head subconsciously as she reminds herself that this man is handsome for a reason . He is devilishly handsome because he is the devil himself .
"You were stalking me and you don't know how old I am ?" She questions , looking at him like he has grown two heads .
He chuckles lowly . The sound being a true devastation to her sweet , innocent heart that raced along the deep rumble from his chest as he chuckles . Why is it that everything he does is just sexy ? It's not like she has never heard a man chuckle . Or is it that he had closed his eyes for a few seconds and his red lips formed a smirk ? What is it and why is she soaking wet for him ??!
"Tell me ." He spoke , smirk gone and his face straight .
"Twenty one ." She responds .
"Too young ." He mutters , looking into her eyes before he turns to look at the small table that held his whiskey and glass . "Want a drink ?" He asks .
She shakes her head ," No ."
When he looks at her , she says ," I have a lot of questions and I want to be open minded ."
He nods before he turns his full body to her , giving her his entire attention . "Fire away , little princess ."
First , why call me little princess . Secondly , why are you so handsome . Thirdly , what is your name . Fourth , why do you say I am too young ? Fifth , how old are you . Sixth , what do you think of me ? Seventh , " Why did you send me that box ?"
Mila lowered her eyes to the glass he held in his hand . The room is darkly lit , and thankfully , she can not see his full features but see how he fits so well with the darkness and she doesn't want him to witness the blush creeping up her cheeks .
"Which box ?" He questions .
Mila looks at him . His face is straight and sombre . He has sent many boxes and he must not be bluffing when he questions which box but does Mila have the guts to say ,' Oh well , I'm talking about the box that you sent on my birthday with handcuffs , lingeries in different colours , leather straps and other sexual objects inside it that managed to scare the hell out of me that day ?' No ! So now what should she say to sound appropriate and decent ?
While she comes up with words that she could deem 'appropriate' enough to address what was inside the box . She looked hopelessly at him and that actually amused him .
He remained silent for some time , reading her expression and body language . His hands were itching to do something that would be oddly painful but most pleasuring .
The silk nightgown is the devil's weapon . Someone had once told him . It outlines every curve on a woman's body and makes every aspect of their bodies seen to everyone that lays and pays much attention to the detail of their bodies . It's actually the temptation . That's how the devil gets into their minds , but he highly disagrees to that . No person is being controlled in this world . Well unless of course , he has gotten into someone's mind and made them do the things he desires. But back to the topic , no men is controlled, they are just tempted and if they have done something wrong , the devil is their out of punishment card .
It's odd how this is the first time he has undressed a woman with his eyes and has actually drooled over her body that is hidden beneath the thin material of fabric . Going from her slim waist that he doesn't how it got so slim but fears he might break it if they spend many nights in the room together in less than thirty minutes . From the way her boobs are so round and perfect and surely soft enough to rub on and sate his exploring hands . And fr- "You mean the box that I sent with lingeries , leather straps , bondage tape , blindfolds , collars , ball gags , spreader bars , paddles , cuffs and restraints, wattenberg wheels , floggers , crops , ticklers ,massage oils , whips , gags and masks inside it ?" He finally spoke . Mila turned wide eyed to how he named those objects so freely and ... well known.
"I wanted to see your reaction ." He only stated . That was the reason .
Mila looked flabbergasted at him . He finally smirked before he spoke again ," And I also wanted to share with you what I discovered during my journey of buying clothes for you ."