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
“Where am I?” My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, as my head continued to swivel in all directions, looking for something that would at least give me a clue to where I was. I wince as the sudden movement causes my head to bang, and bile to rush to my throat-- and from the scratchy feeling in my throat, I could tell it was not the first time this had happened. The bare, stone walled room was very unfamiliar, as were the plain satin sheets on the king sized bed that threatened to swallow me whole, my bed back home certainly did not require me to go around it before I could climb in.“Where am I?” I ask again, this time a bit louder than a whisper, and I was met with the same echo of my croaky voice, no answer to my question.My head banged and the world tilted, and no matter how I tried, I could not remember what happened few hours prior, but that was not the only reason my mind screamed at me that I was genuinely and absolutely fucked.I find an adjoining door wide open, and scram
36 HOURS BEFORE SHE REMEMBERED.Some people say when life is just about to change, they get a tingly feeling, a sensation of foreboding of some kind. Mine came in form of a call I had been anticipating so much I started to chew on my nails again, a bad habit I had since dropped after my debut, my stylist scowled at me until I forced my hand out of my mouth. Gregory, my manager was known as a wizard when picking scripts, he knew what movies to find for me, he would not even bother if he thought in one way or the other the movie was going to flop, and he was always right. Even if I wanted a script so badly, if he says no, I would not do it. “I promised you only the best, and that is exactly what I am going to give you, the absolute best, nothing less.” he would say every time, and I would mouth the words along because I knew what came next. So when the rumors about a film with a strong female lead, saving herself and then the entire world, started to circulate, Gregory jumped on it,