Him
Last nine years, ten months and eleven days have taught me exactly how not to be a gentleman.
That’s precisely the reason why I avoided a face-to-face meetup with her earlier this evening. As much as I would have loved to make her nervous with my presence, I would still prefer to practice self-control around her if I want to win her over this time.
Not that she would recognize me anyway; the time lapse has weathered every bit of the young boy she had exchanged two glances with. And I’ve made sure to keep my distance from her after that.
In fact, it’d be better to say that she’s made sure to kill every bit of confidence in me to confront her romantically or approach her in any way. Literally anything without getting rejected. I mean how can you know before even trying.
But who am I to judge what she feels? She’s my baby, and she can take as much time she wants. I’ll wait for as long you want me to, muffin.
Pouring myself another finger, I readjust my aching organ to the sight of her. The colder she is, the hotter it is getting in here. Fuck! I need air.
I walk out of the hall, averting my gaze from the screen I have been staring at all evening, in hopes of distracting myself for two minutes before I lose control and rush downstairs to accomplish something I could regret all my life.
As soon as I slide open the windows for the much-needed cool breeze, something catches the corner of my eye, making me immediately shove back behind the curtains. I peek sipping on the single malt and find her standing arms spread on the terrace.
She looks like a sea goddess; drenched waves of dark hair flowing down the flawless skin of her arms to the perfect waistline. Her red tank top is completely soaked, clearly showing more than necessary length of curves and folds. Her hardened peaks compliment my ache down below.
Picking up my whiskey I try to look at her through it. What do you taste like, muffin...hm? Then gulp it down in one go.
The burn, as the alcohol makes its way down my throat is nothing compared to what it feels like watching her from afar every day, wishing I could touch her. It is nothing compared to the corruption I’ve felt grow every single day for the past decade; the knowledge that this woman has already murdered my morals, my principles...and every respect worthy quality that I once possessed.
You made me flush it down the drain.
Now, you’ll get a taste of your own medicine.
You’ll fall in love with the mask and the nakedness, both at once. And then, you’ll watch yourself throw all of those innocent things you own in the inferno that you’ve created inside me. You’ll burn them to be with me. I promise you, my sweet muffin.
And then she’s rushing inside, and I do the same, getting seated in front of the set of screens again. Watching as she undresses, teasing and tempting, doing a little booty shake on the music that plays in the background. Her layers falling to the ground as I pull out and grab the base of my length; stroking it gently to avoid the urge to blow right away.
The lace set that she’s wearing bares her body more than hiding it because the peaks of her bust attract attention even from this distance.
Her curves are inviting even from behind a screen and the way my fist clenches around my cock at the appetizing sight of her perfect pear, for a moment it makes me feel it might get crushed for not watching her undress before. I mean imagination certainly doesn’t count.
My head falls back as pleasure grinds itself from the balls to place where I am stroking myself, and my hands withdraw again, fighting the orgasm building inside. Slowly I lift my head up to the honey laced voice, “Mirror-mirror on the wall, rate me out of ten.”
She speaks looking in the full-length mirror standing in the corner of the room. My favorite! Staring right into my eyes... Only she doesn’t know yet.
Really? Is that even a question? You have no idea just how fucking pretty you are. These nine years are a proof of what you’re capable of doing to someone without even touching them.
She asks herself in the mirror like she really expects an answer, and at this point I am hardly in control to stop myself from texting her.
When the queen asks, she must be answered.
Instead of typing the whole list of dirty adjectives popping up in my mind, I settle for just a number. TEN is all that I send her. Well aware that I am deviating from my plan of staying away from her especially when in heat; but I can’t seem to care less about it right now.
And then she’s blushing at herself. Perhaps, watching yourself half-naked is just as entertaining to you as it is to me.
Right before she walks inside the bath, my phone starts vibrating, breaking the spell the sorceress had so powerfully bound me with.
Rushing back to the other side of the room where a code is running on the screen, nine more cyber walls to go. I clear the haze from my mind, coughing any residual lust lacing my voice, before clicking receive.
“What is it Black?” Exasperation coats my tongue as amusement coats his.
“Greetings Scorpio. God! When will you learn?” I wish I could punch the delight out of his face. “I have sent you the code fragment. Make it fast. We don’t want to ruin our chances.”
“You called right now to tell me this?”
“What’s the fun in texting, when I can call and adore your annoyance.” His chuckle is irksome, but I won’t give him the pleasure of succeeding in something so childish.
I suppress the need to curse; instead speak in a voice devoid of emotions, “Goodbye Black. And don’t call me until you’re being chased by a gorilla.” And I hang up.
Filling my glass again, I wheel my chair back to the screen where she rolls on her bed, talking on her phone with someone, possibly with a friend considering the topics of her conversation, seemingly unaware of the message I sent her before.
Looking like a strawberry dipped in chocolate, spread on the bed as if inviting me to taste her.
I resume working on my cock, harder and faster this time, all the while watching her roll on the satin sheets. The smooth expanse of her legs motivating my need to come on them. But I hold back yet again. Too soon!
The fun has just begun. The night of celebration. The prey has walked naively and unaware right into the trap I placed. Into my den. And I’ll take my sweet time devouring her.
Drenching her in all the pent-up emotions, before consuming her whole.
It’s going to be a long night, and I’ve only just begun.