I can hear the light slapping sound as Julian paces about the kitchen, bare feet cold on the marble floor. No doubt running our little conversation over and over in his head. Hating himself for it.
It's not as if it's the first time we have had this conversation. When we first got together, mostly after a night of passion when we each smell like the other and we are just laying together curdled up in the sheets. He would brush his lips against my ear and draw me close, stating;
"I never want this to end. Be mine forever."
It was a kind thing to say. But with my past it sent shivers of fear down my back. He would hold me tightly, nibbling on my ear and coaxing me to answer. But when I did, he would stop.
"If only you knew what I have been through, you would not ask such a question. I love you just..." I never really know what to say after that.
I brush the thought out of my mind as I strip and shuffle to the shower. The large glass cased contraption with a built in waterfall was one of my own designs. And what can I say I'm picky. I dunk my head under the water and than slowly alow the rest of my body to follow. Delighting in the simple ripples of pleasure the water brings.
I hear the bathroom door open, no doubt he was drawn by the sound of the water. Much like a child I can say that bathtime is his favorite.
My skin crawls as I see his shadow pass by the glass and disappear into the closet.
After a few minutes of waiting I gawk "so mad at me you are going to miss bath time?"
My voice echoed in a sweet chorus throught the grand bathroom and throught most of the commons. As the words failed I began to hum, picking up the shampoo and turning back to the water as my voice rose and fell to some tune I can not even place.
I turn on the overhead shower, pushing the heat up to the max and delighting in the steam as it fogs up the glass. I trace a small dick on the wall to my right, reviling in its moisture. And watch as it lightly smears down the wall. To my delight, soon after the shower door opens.
I did not hear him come up behind me. He has always been very sure footed. But I slam my hands into the rocked wall as I feel a sudden thrill as he traces the line of my spine and brushes softly over the scars next to my ribs.
"Will you ever tell me, what these are from?" He asked as he falls to his knees kissing along the soft curved lines.
Shivers rage up and down my whole being as his fingers dance along the base of my spine and curved around my buttocks to my inner thy.
"It is a story.." I say pushing off the wall and spinning around, placing his head firmly between my thighs, welcoming his lips to do what they will to please me. I moan as I utter. "I wish not to share. It holds many... pains for me. If you can respect that..."
I yank his head up after a shiver of pleasure rages up my body and force him to look at me. "Is that understood?" I say firmly.
He smiles, licking his lips. "whatever will make you happy."
He jumped to his feat, taking care to not slip on the rocks used as flooring and yanks me off of mine, ramming me into the wall. The pain in my back causes me to yelp in both pain and anticipation. He is in dominant mode now. I shiver at the thought of what he might have planned. He holds his body against me, keeping me against the wall but also his length from inside me. It twitches at the closeness. He allows me to hold him, running my fingers through his dark mop off curls. He rubs his lips against my jaw and whispers.
"Beg me."
I smile at this.
"Make me..." I bite my lip and watch as he grins like a cat.
The movement he makes it flawless and without effort adjusting his stance my an inch and thrusting into me. I cry out, but he does not hold instead using the slickness of our bodies to slide us along the wall and thrust slowly. I wanted to beg for more, for faster. Just faster. My insides screamed with the slowness. But I refused to beg, instead keeping eye contact and adjusting myself to deepen the movements. We played a game with out eyes as his paced quickened and soon we found ourselves both breathless and drenched in both water and other things. When he finally released I was shaking, my whole body overcome with one massive orgasm that only he can seem to produce.
"Well, mistress." He smiled into my lips.
He turned off the water soon after, picking me up and wrapping me in a towel as my body still shock from the feelings. I don't like feeling this way, helpless and in a mans arms. It makes me feel weak. But with him. With him I have no fear. He plops me down on my bed within a couple of moments, unwrapping the burrito he had put me in and stepping back to stand over me. watching as my back arched and legs tremble. He walked away for a moment, eyes still watching my bare form and picked up a pair of handcuffs off the rack. He approached, eyes burning.
"How about we go again. And this time, I'm not holding back." He smiled like a man who had just won a fight, ready to claim his prize and pounced on me with the intent to do so.
we played, jerking back and forth as I attempted to keep my hands from the cuffs and being tied against the bedpost. Needless to say I lost. And for the next half and hour my body invited in, over and over again in a steady fast motion his nine inches. In every position he could think of. He called out for me to beg, even as I climaxed, over and over. He would ask again and again for me to submit. And every time, I would just look him in the eyes and bite my lip. Choosing to say nothing and see how far my body can go.
I was the best evening of my life.