The Beast

The sound of the door closing is the only indication he is here. His footsteps are quiet as he walks around the room. My heart races waiting for him to touch me.  I can sense him close to me. He isn’t saying or doing anything, just stood or sat watching me. I can feel his eyes on me.

“What shall we do, Kitten?” His voice is quiet. He needs to do whatever he wants for a change.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, to do something you like and not just do something for me like you always do.”

He does everything for me. I don’t even know if he has ever done anything for himself.

“I do, Alena. Do you think I would let another man touch you if I didn’t enjoy it? Not a chance! Seeing you with another man makes me hard, so fucking hard. Not everything I did was just for you; some were for me as well.”

Nodding, I agree he wouldn’t let a guy touch me if he didn’t like it, no way would he.

“Well, I think we messed that whole part up, with Marcus