31 Life Is A Direction, Not A Destination

[Host is advised to make Christy's inner desire out and blackmail her]

'Huh, but blackmailing someone is against my morals.'

[Host if we talk about morals you are currently dating a woman more than half of your age, so please don't play games with as I suggesting this for your benefit]

'I guess this is for the greater good.'

I launched back to my feet and closed the distance between us and then grabbed her by the waist and slammed her to the ground. I could see the surprise in her eyes but there was also a foreign emotion present in her eyes called PLEASURE.

"Zlatan it looks like you understand my charm and if you manage to defeat me I wouldn't mind showing you my charm."

I smirked and when I tried to lift her she didn't even budge. She must be in SS rank a whole rank higher than me.

"You are strong Zlatan I didn't expect you to grow up so much in these three years."

Here it comes.

*PAH*

"Ahnn" I spanked her ass roughly it felt like a gym ball but with a definite firmness. If I can get access to this all-time I might deviate from thigh man to become an ass man.

"Zlatan, what are you doing?" She was already started panting and her eyes contained a myriad of emotions from anger, humiliation and an overwhelming majority lust.

"Don't you like it, Christeane?" She was oddly aroused when I used her full name.

"You are disgusting Zlatan how could you do this to me I am like your big sister."

"I know you very well, you masturbate while you say my name while moaning like an animal in heat. What kind of big sister masturbates to her younger brother?"

While I said that sentence she was terrified and she was thinking that this all is a dream but unfortunately, for her, this is not a dream.

"Heh Christy, what will happen if I said all the things which happened today to mom?"

"Yo– you are devil, how could you do this to me we know each other for a long time."

I spanked her again and again till she was broken. At first, there was some resistance but now it's nothing more than a plea to ask for more.

"No.....More!

" I want more!"

"Ahnn.....Don't stop....please don't stop!"

"Ohhh....."

In just a few moments she went from angry muffled moans to full-blown pleasured gasps and she might have drenched her pant in her sweet nectar.

Like a veteran soldier, I played with her ass like it was a gun firing them into orgasm only to get denied when she got to the edge.

"Why, Why did you stop?"

Her voice was forceful, confused and at the same time pleading but I paid no heed to her and only stared at her.

"Christy, be honest with me. I would like you to ask the same question I asked three years ago."

"Do you love me?"

CHRISTEANE POV

Yesterday Zlatan returned home. I was so happy that I merely drenched my panties with just the news.

The next day I went to his house and just waited in the training room.

But I didn't go directly to meet him. I asked the maids to bring me some kind of tea. As I wanted that our meet should be coincidental.

When I saw him I could barely control my emotions which I buried three years ago but when he suddenly came near me I couldn't control myself and hug him. I took his intoxicating smell once more but now it contained another smell within it as if it was engraved within his body. It was of a female and I was sure it was not madam Elizabeth's or Liliane.

I tried to mask it under my presence but I failed as the smell itself was destined to be forever with Zlatan.

I was quite angry and I was going to ask which woman scent was or but he suddenly challenged me to a duel. He was doing well until he spanked me, I was quite baffled to see the same innocent boy saying and doing all these things to me and at the same time I was quite happy.

When our session was over he suddenly asked me a question he asked me If I love him or not like three years ago but this time he was more manly and he defeated me or manhandled me I don't know. So I will take it as a defeat.

And within these three years, I have come to know the importance of the existence called Zlatan in my life. A wise man once said that when a thing is gone its value is known and without Zlatan, my life has no value.

The answer isn't obvious by now.