“You want to torture me.” he mumbled then, and even after I changed into one of his extremely large hoodies, and a his sweatpants, he still mumbled. Who cares? I know I didn’t, I was going to spend the night in his room, and in his arms, and nothing could take away my joy. Unless their were creating a boundary on the giant bed, separating us with a wall of pillows. Why does he have so much pillows anyway? I glare at him as he worked, he doesn’t look up once as he fixed the pillows, from the head board to the foot of the bed. “I told you I wasn’t trying to start anything.”He looked up, giving me a once over, before looking at his hand work“I would be if I slept close to you.”I huff, and cross my arms, why was that a bad idea to him? Did he see me complain? “You were able to hold yourself back for years, I think you would do fine just one night.”He looked at me with brows so high, they almost touch his hairline, “The reason I was able to hold back was because you were not in my
He hovered above me for a few seconds, from the dull glimmer of the bedside lamp, I saw his eyes had darkened, he was hungry, he wanted me, and he could have me.Our lips touched, I melted, his lips were soft and his breath warm. our lips worked together, and so did our tongues. biting my lip, he teased me. His hands moved all over me, from my lips to my waist, his lips didn’t leave mine, his hands dipped under the hoodie I wore, molding and caressing my skin as he moved upwards. He moaned into my mouth, while I struggled to breath,It was a deep, and hurried kiss, like he was trying to make up for lost time. He doesn’t pause or come up for air, our tongues danced as his hands crawled to my back, his fingers gently brush my bra straps but doesn’t go further. Bolts of electricity slithered all over me, from where his hands touched down to my very core. I knew how wet I was at this point, soaking, i don’t think I had ever gotten this wet in my entire life. Slowly, he untangled himsel
The only thing I could hear was my labored breathing, but every part of me felt my heart slamming in my chest, I keep my eyes on him, not blinking once. He stared at me with those dark eyes and I understood what he meant earlier. His hands cup my face, the warmth of his palm against my face, and I lean into it, and then his left hand drops to my neck, and his right hand to the back of my head, a gasp slips out of me, but he muffles the sound with his mouth. His lips were soft and plump against mine, my body melts against his as our lips do a slow dance against each other. The kiss from earlier was rushed, this time, he was taking his time, his mouth moved expertly against my lips. He captures my lower lip in between his mouth, caressing, all the while I was a puddle against his body. My stomach tightened.The hand around my neck drops down and cups my breasts, squeezing gently as he continues to kiss me. I moan into his mouth, his tongue slips into my mouth, pushing it’s way throug
I stare at her, watching how peaceful and relaxed she looked. I wasn’t lying when I said I could stare at her forever. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Earlier when she fell asleep after coming everywhere, I laughed long and hard, she was too cute, even then, she didn’t wake up, and I didn’t want to wake her, so gently, with a wet, warm bath towel, I dry clean her legs, and take her back into my bed. She had snuggled deeper into my arms when I carried her, I could have sworn she even called my name, quite rankly, I may have carried her standing all night, if the idea of cuddling with her didn’t pop in my head. I had the best sleep of my life sleeping next to her, the nightmares didn’t happen once, and I actually over slept, and she was still sleeping.Finally, when I can’t delay it any longer, I dress in my work out gear, my only motivation, she loved the muscles, her fingers could not stop tracing them yesterday. I groan out loud at the thought of last night. My feet pounded
He returned when I was finishing the last of my grapes, I had waited patiently for him, so we would feed the grapes to each other, but he was taking too long, and they looked so good, I could not wait any longer, I had to eat them. In his hands were my clothes, different styles but one theme, formal, he dropped the three clothes on the bed, spreading them out, staring hard at them. I knew he was picking out clothes for me, a warm feeling spread from my belly, I had a Dom now, all of my posts and thoughts would no longer be out of reach, he was right here, and he was perfect. “This. Take a shower and wear this.” He pointed at the black dress with the zipper in front.My smile vanishes, that was odd, he didn’t look at me, he was taking the remaining two that didn’t pass the test back outside, with his other hand, he pushes the trolley back outside, and I am left staring at his back. I have read posts that said their Doms were unfriendly, they didn’t have a relationship where they
Directors often complimented on my improv acting, my hidden card as my team put it, I was good with blending in to situations, no matter how shocking they were. Even when my Dom brought me into this impossibly sticky situation, I don’t swivel my head in his direction, I reel in my surprise, he would explain himself later, for now, the situation has to be handled. I knew the man was his adoptive father, and from his stiff position, and his 360 change in countenance, I knew he didn’t like the man, or like being here. Abed glanced up at the security I saw upstairs, and nods, he walks to the sofa opposite his father, I sit with him, my legs tucked under me, my spine straightened. We were after all, in a hostile environment. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your bitch?” the man asked, the creepy smile still on his face, as his eyes raked me up and down, disgust washed over me. I create a mental to do list, get home, get out of these clothes and burn them. Grace would have to forgi
When I finally accepted the fact that my parents were not going to come back, I was too old for most families, they would come wanting babies, wide eyed toddlers, or very young children. I was preteen, so I watched as one of the kids got picked randomly. I used to pray, make wishes, pray even harder, to get adopted, and it never happened, thinking it would be rainbows and sparkles, nothing would ever go wrong in my life again if I was adopted. I thought I had the most messed up luck, my birth parents didn’t want me, no other family wanted me... I never thought I might be luckier than those who got picked. I look over at my silent driver, he hadn’t said anything when he came back to the car, he only helped me with my seat belt, his fingers worked gently, and patiently, even when his expression was still very tight with fury. His lips brushed my forehead ever so softly, it was the kiss I knew but different. He doesn’t say a word to me, and I worry he might have been angry for speakin
The kiss is slow, his mouth tasted of red wine and a hint of the broth from earlier, I knew my mouth tasted the same. I kiss him back, matching his pace, my eyes which shut the second his lips met mine, peel open as the kiss came to a slow but tantalizing halt. His own eyes remain shut as he rests his forehead on mine, I watch as he let out a big breath before speaking, “Can you sleep beside me? I promise I wouldn’t do anything. I just... I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” His eyes flutter open when he says this, the insides of his brown eyes were struggling with something, they were holding back. I nod, and he exhales, his body sagging against mine in relief. It was no secret that his father made him like this, seeing his father broke something in him, and I had lots of questions, obviously this was not the time. “Let us go to bed then.” he whispers, and without warning, he rises to his feet, carrying me with him.“The dishes... I have to take them inside.” I tell him, biting
We ended up fucking all night, I had only read that in books, I had no idea that it could happen in real life, and that it would happen to me. Abed wasn’t tired, neither was I, every time we came it seemed like we craved the other even more. Our bodies sleeked in sweat and mixed with our fluids, we continued to explore each other’s bodies. Naked and tangled in his arms, under the sheets, I realize this was the life I wanted for myself, sleeping next to the man I love, perfectly content. His hands tighten around my waist, I chuckle quietly, he was so adorable. “What are you laughing at?” he says in the most sexy morning voice I had ever heard. It left me shivering. I look at his face and he had a brow raised in question.“Again?”I felt my face redden, and I bury it in the crook of his neck, “I always want you.” I murmur, taking in his scent, it was a mix of various scents, and it was good that I bury my nose there. He picks up my hand, guides it downwards, in between his nak
My new routine was easy, I had breakfast at Big daddy’s, visit some place I had never been, even if I grew up here, I was like a tourist, eager and excited for whatever the new day had to offer in a city as big as this. I had lunch wherever the locals said was good, and it was good, a few people recognized me, and I saw my pictures on the internet at the end of the day, I trained myself to never look at the comments, I was trying to live for me after all. And for dinner, I heated up a portion of Abed’s meals, and that was the highlight of my day, no matter what scenery I had seen earlier, nothing compared to when I sat down alone with the meal he had prepared for me. An ache wrapped around my heart, I was missing him terribly, but I didn’t want to resent him, so I needed the time to heal properly. Joanne often times came over, and tonight, I was also expecting her, I had set out wine I hand picked at the winery I visited earlier today, and two glasses, I had already eaten and sho
My entire body stiffened when her hand grabbed at the elbow of my shirt, I pause in my steps, fighting the urge to turn around and beg to be in her life, knowing fully well I didn’t deserve it. “Can you wait for me? Until I am ready.” she whispers, I could feel all her emotions from just a few words, the hurt, the desperation, the love.Of course I would wait, I waited years to see her, years to tell her I loved her, years to hold her in my arms, waiting would be too much mercy for me. Turning slowly, I find her tear streaked face staring at her feet, her sniffles wracking her entire body. Guilt pushed through my body, with my thumb hooked under her face, gently, I make her face me, her lips quivered as she stared at me. “I will wait, take whatever time you need, I will be waiting.” I tell her honestly as I wiped the tears from her face. She smiles, her eyes brightening and my lungs expelled all the air it had been holding. “No matter how long?”“It doesn’t matter to me, I will b
We end up staying awake most of the night, clinging to each other, talking and laughing about the most useless of things, the world beyond the locked doors of the short let, along with all of our issues could wait, we would face them in the morning, tonight, we were going to pretend we were okay. “I don’t think I can fight the sleep any longer.” I stifle a third yawn in the last two minutes. I would beat up myself for falling asleep now, but my eyelids were heavy, my bones weary from all our activities from earlier. “It’s okay, go to sleep my love.”Even in my sleepy haze I hear him, and it makes me feel good, the words I didn’t realize would mean so much to me, the words I wasn’t sure I would hear again. “Good night my love, I love you.”I feel his lips pressed against my forehead just as I drifted off to sleep, and in my dreams this time, I am at a crossroad, literally. Without opening my eyes, my hands reach out on the bed, expecting to hit the warmth of his body, but the space
We stay like that for a while, him collapsed beside me, breathing hard, my heart worked fast, thumping and slamming furiously, did he say..? did I hear him right? Was I perhaps imagining things? I reach out as subtly as I could, pinching myself, it hurt, I was neither dreaming or imagining things, this was real. The silence pressed around us, it was obvious both of us heard the words, but what if I was the one who uttered them? Shit, shit, shit, I shut my eyes, wondering how I was going to undo it. I had confessed my feelings when I was supposed to see him out, that was how one night stands worked right? “Rachel... I didn’t say it so you could say it back to me.”His voice and words startle me, so he said it then, I had managed to keep my dignity, that was good... wait, he said he loved me? I turn to face him sharply, he was staring at me, his eyes so intense that I have to swallow. “You said that?” My voice comes out as a shocked whisper, he raised a brow in question, then he chuc
Flustered was an understatement of how I was feeling, my legs shook, my nerves jumped in excitement. I was still riding waves of the orgasms that washed over me and the ones that were promised. I realize only now that he stopped because of the constant knocking on the bathroom door, the voices on the other end say something about getting the spare key. Abed’s fingers work expertly as he arranges my skirt back and top back in place, he gives me the smile I have come to realize was reserved for just me as he kissed my forehead and pushed me into a bathroom stall. “Stay here until you hear me leave.” he whispers, his mouth dangerously close to mine, I can only nod, I was afraid I would moan if I tried to speak. Within a minute the door was unlocked and I hear the others speaking to him, but his only response is the sound of his footfall as he walked away. I wait until it is silent before walking out of the stall. My body still buzzing with unspent energy, I needed him like crazy. “Th
With our mouths still locked, our feet moved, one hand around my waist, the other at the back of my head. My body roared to life, pulsing with different kinds of emotions as we kissed. Oh how much I missed this, how much I missed him. My back pressed against a door, and his hand slipped from my waist to lock the door behind us, returning to my waist, his hand slips underneath the short skirt, I shiver against him as his familiar hands squeezed and molded my ass. “Ohhh...” I murmur into his mouth, he groaned slightly in response, his hand tugging my hair backward, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, even with my eyes closed I felt it roll backwards. My hands roam the expanse of his hard back, the familiar ridges under my finger tips, even under his clothes I could feel them, the dip in and out, I longed to feel it directly under my finger tips. My eyes flew open when I felt myself being lifted, my ass hitting the cool sink of the bathroom, I meet his eyes, both of us out of breath,
The lone flower followed me all the way to the clothes store, and I got new clothes for the art museum, I had shot a quick text to Connor, asking him if he was free to meet today, his reply could not have been quicker, he said yes, asked for the time and where he should pick me up from. Smiling to myself as I picked out my clothes, I hoped he was watching, so I put on a performance of a life time, humming and giggling to myself when I look at my phone, like a girl would if she was texting someone she was interested in. By them time I returned home, I had two lone... well, not alone anymore, sunflowers, I tuck them into the vase, locking the doors behind me. I still had time to kill before the time I had agreed to meet him, so I dive into the book I had been reading the other day, and even with the thought that I was alone and there was nobody to peek over my shoulder and see what dirty things I was reading, my cheeks flamed. Those kinds of things that were explicitly described in th
Clutching the flowers tightly, I followed the path the child had shown me, my head swiveling in all directions for a glimpse of him, my feet slamming on the ground as I chased his scent, there was no sight of his car, and definitely no sight of him, the only things I was left with were the sunflowers and his scent that was fast fading. That was yesterday, but I haven’t stopped looking, I had put the flowers in water and placed the vase I had found by the window for the plant to get sunlight, not so that he miraculously turned up here and knew where I was staying by the flowers he had given to me. Going for a quick run to clear my head this morning, I asked myself the big questions, did I miss him? I did, but it doesn’t make what he did hurt any less. My parents I thought would come running when they saw me on the big screen, they never did, even with the news of me being orphan going around like wild fire, they never showed, and to be very honest, I waited with baited breath just as