Twenty-One: Up To No Good

FLEKI

I had to resist the urge to hurl myself against the wall or punch the wall after she left with her sweet scent mixed with the mating session we just had lingering in the air.

I slumped back against the backrest of my chair, feeling extremely angry at myself. I was too angry and the intensity of my anger was shocking.

I’ve never lost control like that before.

I’ve never allowed pleasure to rule me, to control me, to dictate my movements and release, females merely existed to satisfy my urges and that was it but seeing her, listening to her insinuating and erotic talks, watching her fingers glide her clothes down over her shoulder and baring that supple and delectable breast to me had made my dick so excited and for the first time since forever, I allowed a part of me to control me.

I was angry at her for being so daring, I was angry at her for refusing to learn and not becoming afraid of me like the she-wolves in the house. Even after locking her up and punishing her, she was