True to his word Mason woke me up in time to get ready. The theme of Timeea's spring ball is 'Rebirth'. A fitting name, seeing that during the winter nature tends to lie dormant, patiently waiting for those milder winds and warmer sun rays.
Fortunately for me this time around, Mason has been the one to procure my ball gown. I do not know where and when he found the time to do that, but I'm grateful to have been liberated from that task.
It's currently hanging on the hook next to the dressing table, right in my line of sight. I can't help but keep glancing at it every other second, unable to resist. It is beautiful.
Layered with a rich turquoise silk, and finished with embroidered golden thread tulle, displaying various creeping vines in bloom. The delicate detailing of the vines creeping upwards towards the neckline has been added to the corset, enriching the dress even further. He has chosen a sweetheart neckline, and I already know that it's a winner for me.
Anxiously, I stand up from my dressing table and remove my dressing gown, before I put on the dress. The feel of soft silk against my skin has me shivering with thrilling anticipation.
Mason has gone to find Graham, who apparently has made himself scarce in Gallassos blinded by its riches, and sheer exuberance.
Once I've put on the dress, I fetch my golden sandals and wait for Mason to return. I'll need his help to finish dressing up since the dress is fastened at the back with laces hidden by an elegant cape attached at the shoulder blades. I'm flexible but not that flexible.
A knock on the door startles me, making me jump in my seat where I've been sitting down to slip on my shoes.
I beckon whoever is behind the door to come in. Surely Timeea has strict rules of who can cross her threshold and who cannot.
Ildi slips through the ajar door, with her head bowed " Are you in need of assistance?" She asks tentatively, while I finish clasping the strap of my sandal.
"I do," I rise as she shuffles across the floor timidly to where I'm standing in front of the mirror.
I do not know much about their traditions, or how their herachic system works, so I refrain from judging, for now. But at first glance, it seems that the elitism here has reached a new extreme.
While Ildi tugs at the laces tightening the corset around my waist hard enough so my kidneys can high-five each other while I try to keep my composure and the urge to complain. I'll ask Mason to loosen it up because I can't breathe being strapped on this tightly. There is a good chance I might faint before we even make it to the ball.
Another knock breaks the stifling silence while Ildi finishes tying the laces at my back.
Mason slips in smiling brightly until his eyes fall on me. He looks effortlessly dashing, as always.
" Could you please give us a moment," Mason clasps his hands behind his back, allowing me to see his three-piece black suit, with turquoise silk lapels matching my dress.
Ildi bows curtly," Of course. I'll have your petticoat ready in the reception room," Ildi takes her leave politely while I say my graces, and thank her for her help.
" You look wonderfully ravishing, Canim," I smile and take a small breath in, mostly because that's all the corset is allowing me.
" Thank you," I say abashedly, " You know what would make me feel better though?" Mason frowns, at my grimace," It would be nice if I could breathe," He chuckles, as he closes the distance between us, and begins loosening the laces, so I can finally take a lungful of air. Luckily, he turned up at the right moment before my lungs collapsed.
" I was wondering why you looked so stiff," He says with mild amusement at my current predicament
Grateful, I turn around and pull him into a hug, " You're a lifesaver, as always " I mumble into his chest, allowing myself for a brief moment to enjoy the warmth of his embrace.
Chuckling, Mason places a kiss on the top of my head while I sink deeper into his embrace.
" You look beautiful, Canim. My imagination did you no justice when I pictured you in this dress," I lift my head to look into his adoring eyes, a shy smile playing on his lips, his hands ghost over my arms, settling on either side of my neck.
" I've missed you, Canim," He breathes against my lips, before brushing his lips over mine. It is sweet, and sensual at first, as we rediscover each other after over a month and a half of being apart as lovers.
Gently his hands glide to either side of my face angling me as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth, demanding, feverishly passionate. Sliding my hand underneath his jacket, I melt into him, the rush of emotions washing over me like a tsunami, so strong that it sweeps me off my feet. Between our sharp intakes of air, the thunderous beat of our heartbeats, and the wanton moans that now fill the once silent room, simmering desire reaches a boiling point.
All the pent-up lust that we've accumulated over time, explodes like a volcano, making us frantic unable to summon enough restraint to stop ourselves.
It is beautifully chaotic, all that unbidden desire bubbling to the surface, as he hikes me up on the dressing table, while I fumble with buttons to his trousers, desperation clawing inside me, seeking to be set free.
It doesn't take long to free him of the restraints of his trousers, his erection hanging heavy between us, his hands gliding up my thighs squeezing, and kneading my flesh until they reach the aching, throbbing spot between my legs.
Grabbing my ass, he pulls me to the edge of the table, and in one swift move, he plunges deep inside me, igniting every nerve ending, and cell in my body. We both still, our moans reverberating like the cords of musical instruments echoing the vibration through our bodies to a molecular level. I can feel my blood sing at the feel of him inside me, his gentle strokes, the reverent brush of his lips against mine. I crave him, and every moment without him is absolute torture, but it is our fate to overcome this hurdle.
Pleasure cascades through me at a breathtaking pace, while I stare into those tortured blue eyes gazing down at me.
" A lifetime won't be enough to love you, Canim" And with that he takes my mouth, sinking even deeper, before pulling back and slamming into me with enough force to make the dressing table creak and bang against the wall with a loud thud.
He takes me with wild abandon, while I surrender myself, contently floating on a lust haze unlike any other. Distantly, I hear my moans, his groans of pleasure. His whispers of praise, whilst the dressing table violently bangs against the wall. I hope it is sturdy enough to survive our savage lovemaking.