Played with fire

“Bruh, your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let Bruh be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with Bruh.” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

"You see Mikhail's eyes darken as he scans your body, and a small smirk spreads upon his lips as he steps closer to you." "Why would I stop you, printsessa? It is your room after all," "he replies in his deep, commanding voice." "As he speaks, you feel the heat emanating from his body and the scent of his cologne fills your nostrils." "What aren't you telling me?" he demands, his sharp jawline tensing.

"You see Mikhail's eyes narrow as he stares at you, his gaze studying you from head to toe." "Very well," "he says in a low growl." "But if I catch you doing anything foolish or dangerous in your room, I will hold you responsible. And trust me, printsessa, you do not want to face my wrath." "As he speaks, you notice that his hands are clenched into fists, as if he is controlling an intense urge to touch you." "Now go to your room and stay out of trouble," "he orders you, a hint of warning in his voice."

"As you dart down the hallway, you hear the sound of Mikhail's heavy footsteps closing in on you. You feel a thrill of excitement course through your body at the thought of being caught by him. As you reach his door, you turn the handle and slip inside, slamming the door shut behind you." "You hear Mikhail's angry voice booming through the door as he thunders towards you, but you choose to ignore it for a moment. Instead, you take in the opulence of his room - richly upholstered furniture, burnished cherrywood paneling, and a massive four-poster bed that you know has seen more than its fair share of action." "You know you're not supposed to be in here, printsessa," "Mikhail reprimands you sternly as he barges into the room, his chest heaving with exertion and anger." "What did I tell you about staying out of trouble?"

"As you wait for him on the bed, Mikhail enters the room, towering over you with a fierce expression of disapproval in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you holding a sex toy. You can feel the tension in the air increasing and his heavy presence looming over you." "Put that down, printsessa," "he commands in an even deeper voice than before, his fists clenched tightly." "Do you have any idea how dangerous those toys can be?" "He stalks towards you, his angular face set in an expression of stern determination, but his eyes betray a hint of curiosity and perhaps even desire."

"As you tease him by pulling away from his grasp, Mikhail's face twists into a scowl. He takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies, and snatches the feather tickler out of your hand." "Feathers can be dangerous in the wrong hands," "he growls, his eyes flashing dangerously." "Especially if they are being used to seduce unsuspecting men." "He tosses the tickler onto the bed and towers over you, his chest heaving with exertion and his eyes boring into yours with an intense gaze." "You should not be playing with these toys, printsessa," "he says disapprovingly, but as he speaks, you can detect a hint of lascivious desire in his voice." "You know nothing about their proper use."

"Mikhail is taken aback by your sudden playful attitude, his face contorting into a confused expression as he watches you lay on top of the tickler. The sight of you teasing him with the sex toy is both arousing and infuriating to him." "There are some things a lady should not know, printsessa," "he responds silkily, a hint of danger creeping into his voice." "But since you seem to know so much, perhaps you can show me." "He stalks towards you, his hand reaching out to grab the feather tickler, but you quickly roll away from him and land on your feet." "Ah ah ah," "you tease him with a sultry smirk on your lips." "I don't think I will be showing you anything, Mikhail. At least not until you catch me."

"Mikhail soon realizes that he cannot catch you as you dart past him, his sharp eyes following your every move. He continues to give chase but eventually loses sight of you as you disappear into the maze and begin to circle around the mansion. As he searches for you inside and outside of the house, he grows angrier and more impatient." "I will find you, printsessa," *he growls under his breath. "And when I do, you will regret ever trying to run from me." "Finally, he decides to ask your other bodyguards if they have seen you. Caleb and Kevin, who had been watching your antics from a distance, break into laughter as Mikhail storms past them, determined to find you." "You know she'll always get away with it, Mikhail," Caleb chuckles under his breath.

"As you patiently wait in your secret spot, enjoying the softness of the feather tickler against your skin, you can hear Mikhail's footsteps growing louder and louder as he comes closer to your hiding place. You hear him cursing in Russian under his breath as he searches for you, his voice becoming increasingly frustrated." "Where are you, printsessa?" "he growls, his voice echoing off the walls." "Come out now before I find you." "With each passing moment, you can feel your desire for him growing stronger and stronger. His raw masculinity and possessiveness over you was always a turn-on, and the thrill of being caught was making your heart race." "As you hear him approach your hiding spot, you brace yourself for what is to come, knowing that you are ripe for the taking."

"As you race back up the stairs and head towards Mikhail's room, your heart is pounding with excitement, both from the thrill of the chase and the knowledge that you've outsmarted him once again. As you arrive at his door, you can hear Caleb's voice in the distance, shouting after you." "You really should know better by now, Mikhail," "Caleb calls out, laughing." "She's far too crafty for any of us to catch." "You burst through the door of Mikhail's room, gasping for breath as you try to steady yourself. Mikhail turns around, his face twisted in anger as he sees you, but you can see the lust in his eyes." "What is it, printsessa?" "he growls, moving towards you menacingly." "Why do you insist on teasing me like this?"

"Mikhail stalks towards you, his eyes blazing with desire and frustration." "You are playing with fire, printsessa," "he growls, towering over you on the bed." "One of these days, you will not be so lucky to escape me." "His words are threatening, but they only serve to heighten the sexual tension in the room. You can see the anger and frustration in his eyes, but you can also sense the deep-rooted attraction he has for you." "And don't think that I haven't noticed your little game with that feather tickler," "he continues, his voice low and threatening." "You may think you are clever, but you cannot hide anything from me." "As he speaks, you can feel your heart racing with anticipation, the thrill of danger sending shivers down your spine."

"Mikhail narrows his eyes dangerously at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he speaks." "You think this is all a game, printsessa? That I am just a toy for you to play with whenever you please?" "His voice is thick with emotion, a mix of lust and frustration that makes your pulse quicken." "You do not understand the consequences of your actions, printsessa," "he continues, his voice low and menacing." "But you will learn it soon enough. And as for the feather tickler, believe me when I say that I "will" find it." "As he speaks, you can see the determined look in his eyes, the promise of retribution clear on his face."

"Mikhail watches you leave his room, his eyes locked onto your swaying hips. He remains silent for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking." "Mark my words, printsessa," "he growls, his voice low and dangerous." "You will not escape me forever. And when I do catch you, you will learn the true meaning of pleasure and punishment." "As you disappear from his view, he mutters a few choice words in Russian under his breath, then turns and heads towards the door, determined to find his beloved feather tickler no matter what it takes."

"Mikhail scowls at you as you approach him, his eyes locked onto your figure as you saunter over to where he's sitting. You can see the frustration etched deep in his features." "Not yet," "he grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest." "But mark my words, printsessa, I will find it. And when I do, you will regret ever trying to play mind games with me." "Despite his warning, you can see the lust still simmering in his eyes, the desire to capture and dominate you stronger than ever before." "Why do you persist in taunting me like this?" "he growls, his voice low and dangerous." "Do you not understand the power you hold over me?"

"Mikhail looks at you with a raised eyebrow, his scowl not quite masking the intense desire in his eyes." "Do not play coy with me, printsessa," "he growls, rising to his feet." "You may have hidden my feather tickler from me, but I will find it no matter what." "As he speaks, he moves closer to you, his eyes locked onto your form. You can feel the heat of his body as he approaches, the desire emanating off of him in waves." "And when I do, you will beg for mercy," "he continues, his voice low and dangerous." "I am not one to be trifled with."

"Mikhail stiffens as you whisper in his ear, his eyes narrowing dangerously. But you can see the lust in them, the barely-contained desire that he's trying so hard to suppress." "You are mistaken, printsessa," "he growls, taking a step back from you." "I am not enjoying this torment in the least. You are nothing but a spoiled girl who needs to learn her place." "Despite his words, you catch the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, the danger and excitement of the chase clearly pushing all his buttons." "Now if you'll excuse me," "he continues, his voice low and dangerously seductive." "I have things to attend to." And with that, he moves past you, his eyes locked onto yours as he makes his way out of the living room.*

"Mikhail's eyes flash with annoyance as he exits the room, you can tell that he knows you are enjoying this game as much as he is. For a while, the mansion is silent, save for the sound of your reading. But before long, you hear heavy footsteps approaching, and Mikhail re-enters the room." "I have searched high and low, printsessa," "he declares, his face set in a scowl." "But I have not found it. You win this round." "As he speaks, you can see the frustration etched deep in his features, mixed with a hint of admiration." "Though it pains me to admit it, you are a worthy adversary," "he continues, a hint of grudging respect in his voice." "But do not let it go to your head. You are still under my watchful eye." "Despite the threat, you can see the light in his eyes, the fire that burns between you two stronger than ever before." "But for now," "he says, moving closer to you." "I think we can both agree that the game is over for the moment."

"Mikhail regards you for a long moment, his eyes watching you intently as he considers your offer. Finally, he gives a curt nod." "Show me where it is hidden," "he commands, his voice low and dangerous." "And do not test my patience." "As he speaks, you can feel the heat of his body, close to yours. You know that the sexual tension between you is reaching its peak, and that you need to be careful not to push him too far." "Lead the way, printsessa," "he continues, his voice soft now, almost alluring." "And perhaps we can come to an understanding."

"Mikhail's stare turns intense as his eyes lock onto the feather tickler you produce from your bra. He advances on you, his movements slow and dangerous, his eyes unblinking." "You are a very naughty girl, printsessa," "he growls under his breath, his voice low and filled with lust." "But I suppose at least now you can face the consequences of your actions." "As he speaks, he takes the feather tickler from your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps closer to you, pinning you against the sofa with his powerful body." "Now be still," "he murmurs softly, his eyes glittering with dark excitement." "And let me show you how a real man uses a feather tickler."