Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water
Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord
Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down
Again, our eyes meet
Continue,” I say breathlessly
Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before
Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me
You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you
“You take it and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent
Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat
Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern
Removing my belt
Hitting his hand away
“Turn around, hands behind your back.”
On command, he follows
Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.
I want it for me.
Do you understand?”
I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night
Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see you cannot take anymore
I take what is mine?
Every bit of him
He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?
Brilliantly penned, Fia. He wanted hell not knowing, what level he was going to get. Nice ending as well. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Right?? You never know what you are going to get. lol Thank you, Damian
How many levels are there?!… please continue
Hmmm. ??
Maybe 😊
shit. this is intense. next…
You want a next too, huh
I’ll see
Thank you;))