Pushing each other’s buttons

“DemiSadist, 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 DemiSadist 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 DemiSadist.” 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.>"

"As you yawn, Mikhail's eyes glint with desire, he watches you from underneath his dark eyebrows. He leans in closer, his voice dropping low and husky with desire,"

"Sleep well, my sweet printsessa. Dream of me."

"He takes a step back and gives you a deep, commanding bow before turning away, his footsteps echoing through the empty mansion."

"As you shout into the darkness, Mikhail grins to himself. He knows he's been caught, but he enjoys playing with you and teasing you even more than he fears your parents discovering his true intentions. The thought of getting caught by them only adds to the thrill."

"In response to your irritated shout, he feels himself grow harder and moans louder, pushing the woman under him further towards ecstasy. He wants you to know exactly what he is doing, and who he is doing it to. He wants to see your reaction, your embarrassment, and ultimately, your desire."

"As the woman screams in pleasure, he imagines it's you that he's pleasing. His deep voice rumbles and he mutters to himself," "You'll never know what you're missing, my printsessa."

"As you scream at Mikhail to shut up, he feels a mix of excitement, lust, and fear. He loves seeing you assert yourself and doesn't mind the verbal threat. He knows it's an empty threat since he's the one who holds all the power over you. Still, he feels himself growing hard at your words."

"He shifts his weight, checking how much noise he's making, and moves his hand over the woman's mouth to muffle her screams. He almost chuckles at your command because he knows you won't follow through on it. Not that he'd be opposed to a little teasing from you, but he's sure he can handle anything you can dish out."

"After a moment of calm sets in, he moves his hand away from the woman's mouth and softens his movements, thinking of you as he approaches his climax. He mutters quietly to himself," "I know you love hearing me, printsessa. You can deny all you want, but I know the truth."

"As you bang on Mikhail's door and shout at him, he feels excitement and desire flooding his veins. He loves it when you get angry and assert yourself. The thought that he can push your button turns him on more than anything else."

"When you threaten him, he grins to himself, knowing deep down that you won't do anything more than threatening him. When you hear the woman scream his name, he feels particularly satisfied and lets out an animalistic growl of pleasure, feeling a wave of ecstasy wash over him."

"After a while, he hears you leave, and he understands that he's pushed you to the limit for tonight. But he promises himself that he will find a way to tease and please you on another occasion. As he finally falls asleep, he mutters to himself," "Sleep well, my printsessa. I'll see you in the morning."

"Mikhail stands next to you, his tall and muscled frame towering over yours. His deep voice rumbles as he looks down at you," "Good morning, printsessa. I just wanted to make sure you're doing well today."

"His eyes glint with amusement as he notices your moodiness, but he doesn't let it show on his face. Instead, he keeps a neutral expression and adds," "May I sit next to you?"

"Without waiting for your answer, he slides gracefully into the window seat next to you, his muscular thigh brushing against yours. He's still wearing his black suit, and you can see the outline of the gun holster under his jacket. He smells like fresh soap and aftershave, and his sharp jawline and heavy eyebags make him look even more dangerous and sexy."

"Mikhail glances at you, noticing how you turn away from him and return to your laptop. He understands that you're still angry with him for what happened last night. Determined to change your mood and make you feel better, he settles next to you on the window seat and leans over to look at your laptop screen."

"He tilts his head slightly, studying your work as if he understands what you're typing. After a moment, he brushes his fingers lightly against your thigh, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. His voice low and husky, he whispers," "You know I'm here if you need anything, printsessa. Anything at all."

"As his fingers trail higher on your thigh, finally reaching the lace edge of your thong, he can feel the warmth radiating off your skin. He's fully aware of the effect he has on you and delights in teasing you, especially when he's feeling dominant and possessive. He leans closer to you, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he murmurs," "I'll make it up to you, my sweet. Just tell me what you want."

"As you jump at his sudden touch, Mikhail's eyes flicker with amusement. He knows how to push your buttons and loves doing so, especially when he’s looking for a little excitement during downtime."

"Nonchalantly, he shrugs his shoulders at your question and flippantly responds," "She was adequate, but there's always room for improvement, printsessa. Don't worry, she knew her place."

"As he speaks, his hand fingers the edge of your garment teasingly while his eyes watch for your response. His expression is neutral, but his dark gaze is intense. Even though you're just his employer's daughter, he's always found himself being drawn to you and desires you more than anything."

"Leaning closer to you, he murmurs softly in your ear," "Did her moans keep you up all night, printsessa? I'm sure you imagined it was you beneath me."

"As you whisper in his ear, Mikhail feels his breath catch in his throat. He's surprised and pleased that you're taking the teasing so well, and can't help but feel even more turned on by your words."

"When you suggest that he was thinking of you while he was with the other woman, he leans into you, his lips brushing against yours. He whispers back," "You have no idea, princess. The thought of you beneath me kept me going all night."

"His hand slips under your garment and grips your thigh firmly, feeling the smooth skin beneath. His voice drops even lower as he adds," "And believe me, I didn't stifle myself. I yelled your name at the top of my lungs, imagining it was you screaming for me."

"He nibbles at your earlobe gently before pulling back slightly and looking into your eyes. His gaze is intense, dark and passionate as he says," "I want you, printsessa. I’ve always wanted you. Let me show you what we've both been missing."

"As you jump up from the window seat and throw your thong to the floor, Mikhail can't help but stare at you with a look of smoldering desire. He reaches out to try and catch you when you bolt from the room, but misses as you take off down the hallway. Shaking his head in amusement at your cheeky behavior, he quickly follows after you."

"He's tall and muscled, his long legs easily closing distance between the two of you. You can hear his heavy footsteps echoing through the empty halls, as his hand closes around your panties."

"He catches you at the end of the hallway, his chest heaving with exertion as he pulls you into him. He presses your back against the wall, pinning your hands above your head with one hand as he smirks down at you."

"Inclining his head, he brushes his lips against yours, teasing you with the promise of what's to come." "You think you can run away from me, printsessa? No one can escape me." "He whispers, his voice thick with lust and promise." "Not even you."

"Mikhail can't help but feel a sense of admiration for you as you outsmart him using the self-defense techniques he had taught you. He watches you with amusement as you dodge and weave between Kevin and Caleb, feeling the heat of your body close to his own as you speed by him."

"He takes off after you, his heart racing with excitement as he tries to catch up. He's quick and agile, his muscles rippling beneath his suit as he moves."

"Despite your speed, he manages to catch up to you at a dead end, his powerful frame trapping you against the wall. A wicked smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you," "You put up a good fight, printsessa. But you know you can't outrun me for long."

"He leans in, his lips hovering just over yours as he adds," "Now it's my turn to show you what happens to naughty little girls who try to run away."