As she played, she tilted her head to the side and I could see the color alive on her cheeks as her body, though seated, became the music, became its essence. She played Chopin again, one of the Nocturnes, I couldn’t exactly remember which one but it sounded so sad. God. I just wanted her happy.
Before I could stop myself I made my way over to her and put my left hand on her shoulder. She jumped and stopped and looked up at me with hurt eyes. Fuck. No.
She grabbed me around my waist and put her head against my stomach and then the tears fell. She began to sob, real, deep sobs. I took my free hand and placed it behind her head and held it, against me and let her cry.
The music, the night, her life, the piano, Olivia. It all came crashing down. I expected too much. I asked too much. My mind told me I needed to let her go, to let her go find happiness. Instead, I found myself placing down my glass on the hard wood of the floor and removing the straps of her dress.
I searched her eyes for permission, a sign to stop, something to put my foolish heart to rest but she only stood up and assisted me in removing the shimmering gown.
The dress fell away from her, pooling at her petite feet. There she stood naked in front of me. Both of us slaves to love. “Jesus, Rose. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Do you realize what I want to do to you? Do you have any idea? And do you realize that we should stop this? That we should stop this right now? That there will be no happy ending? That I am not a nice man? That this can only end poorly?”
I stared at her, her eyes so swollen her lips so red, her breasts almost too big for her stature, the glorious, golden hair between her legs that already betrayed her with droplets of moisture. “William. Why? Why must it be this way?”
“You know why, Rose. You know. And you know my proclivities. You deserve better. You deserve more. You deserve someone who isn’t…who isn’t…me.”
She bent to pick up her dress, her lower lip quivering and I couldn’t control myself.
“No. Don’t move. If we’re going to say goodbye for good, I want to memorize every inch of your body, study it, from the top to the bottom, each intricate detail. Let me look at you.”
She shook. “William, that’s not fair.”
“Rose, when have I ever been fair? I’ve told you who I am. You know this. When will you actually believe it? You think I am something that I am not.”
“No, William. I know who you are. And that is exactly who I want you to be.”
“Oh really? Let’s see about that.” I drew my fingers across her eyebrows first, so light, so fine and kissed her temple. She tremored again. “I’m going to take my time, Rose. If this is something you don’t want or can’t handle, you need to leave my presence right now. I cannot control myself. But I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have. I meant every word I said earlier.” I swallowed hard. “I love you.” I drew a finger across her other eyebrow and evened out that temple with a kiss.
She drew her arm up to grasp my hand in hers and kissed the palm of my hand against the warmth of her honey-breathed lips. I moaned. I didn’t care. “And I love you, William. You. It is you I want. Not more. Not better. You. You are all I need.”
“Hmmmm,” I said removing my hand from her mouth, trying to get back a modicum of control, of dignity. “Let me take you to my room. Tell me what you need. I know what I need. And what I need is you, tied to my bed, completely at my whim.”
“William, I…”
“See? Already balking. Do you want me to be the man I am? The man you say you want? Right now I want you at my mercy. I don’t want any distractions but to focus on each part of your body. And I want you to ask me to do it. I know how much your body craves it. But this time, I want you to ask. I want it to come from you, not some contract and not because I demand it. I want you to beg me to render you helpless. I want you to admit that you need it.”
“William,” she groaned and squirmed, repositioning and shifting her feet below her.
“Yes, Rose?” I taunted. “Beg me to do it. And I will, and you can sink into the gratification and calm it will eventually bring you. You can bask in it, the pure ecstasy, the tortured pleasure that you asked for and that I will bring upon your vulnerable body.
“Your body. Mine. All mine. Give it to me. Because you want to. Because you need to. Not because of some binding agreement. But because I uncovered your secret. You like this.”
She kissed me, and I let her. I licked her lips and then drew her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it hard, causing her to let out a squeak and then a whimper. I stepped back and stared at her. “Well? What’s it going to be?” My eyes scanned her and stared. She was embarrassed and I continued humiliating her, because I knew it aroused her. Her nipples peaked and her pussy shone with wetness.
“William…”
“Last chance, Rose. Make up your mind. This is your decision and yours alone. This is who I am. The me you so desperately say you need.” I drew my fingers over each of her cheekbones, and stopped to kiss each of them. “Close your eyes. Stop thinking. We have this. This moment. Let’s pretend nothing else exists and embrace the now. Because you want to. And no other reason. No promises of tomorrow or expectations. Just this moment right now.”
I kissed the tops of each of her eyelids. They were so puffy and red. I wanted to soothe every inch of her body even as I inflamed it with longing and desire.
“Yes. Yes. Please. I want you. I want you to,” she finally conceded.
“Mmmmm. That’s better. Now I have your permission to do unthinkable things to your body. And neither one of us will have regrets.”
“I have one promise. Please. Let me have one.”
“Rose. I can’t make you any promises. I just can’t.” I wanted to. I really did. If I were a different person. If I knew I could make her happy. I’d promise her everything.
“I need one small thing from you. Please, William.” She hesitated. “I can’t go on without it. Please. Just this one thing.”
I sighed and rubbed my face. “What, Rose?”
“Promise me that you will tell me how you were involved with my grandfather, William. Please. I beg you to give me closure on that, closure that only you can give me.”
I thought long and hard and looked away from her pleading eyes. Finally I looked at her with sincerity. “I promise, Rose. I can give you that. I can’t promise any more. But that, I can give you.” She deserved to know. I needed to finally tell the whole story. “But it will be a while. First, I am going to make long and agonizing love to you.”
She nodded shyly in agreement.
“Pick up your dress and follow me.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Actually, on second thought, give me the dress and walk in front of me. You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to watch you. Do you need to use the bathroom? Do you need a drink? It’s going to be a while.” I smiled. The thought of having her for as long as I wanted, at my mercy, made me almost too hard. I was going to make it last for as long as possible, even if it killed her.
“Yes. Please. A drink would be perfect.”
“Are you trying to stall?” I chuckled slightly. She wanted this as much as I did, but I also knew she was nervous. Nervous for what I was about to do to her, yes, but nervous about what would happen when it was over. I was worried about that too and just tried to squelch it, focusing on the advice I had given her about being in the moment, advice I was giving as much to her as I was to me.
We started to walk to the kitchen and she tried to lag by the side of me, forever the shy one.
“Get over that, Rose. I want to see you. And so, I will. Walk in front of me.”
Her ass was firm but shapely, the epitome of a heart, two dimples at the base of her back. Her blonde hair was still pinned up, allowing me full access to look at her back. The center had a defined curvature with a long line of a spine that separated her shoulders, the henna still slightly visible. Fuck if I could find one flaw on her body. A few freckles and mo
les only enticed me to play with them with my fingertips and so I did as she slowly walked to the kitchen.
The white, smooth skin teased me. I wanted to make it change colors, pink, red, maybe more, but when she finally got to the kitchen and sat down, relieved to be out of my view, her cheeks and chest were not white but blotched with a blush of desire she could not hide or control.
“Spread your thighs for me while I pour you a drink. Then you are mine. For the entire evening. Mine.”
She fought my order and I glared at her with an intensity that appeared to make her shiver and she slowly opened her sticky thighs. “Good,” I commended and went to pour her a glass of the soothing liquid. This might calm her nerves a bit more. But I liked it. I liked her on edge. It heightened her pleasure and it fueled my need for dominance.
I brought the warm brandy over to her and placed in front of her. “Drink. Take your time. It will be awhile before your hands will be free again.”
“Oh god,” she whispered and brought the glass to her lips and a shaky breath snuck from them. I smiled and positioned my face between her legs and she gasped.
“Stay still, baby. Keep drinking. I’d like a sip too.” I drew the tip of my tongue up and down her wet slit and she gripped the side of the island and moaned. “Oh. Oh god,” she repeated.
“You taste good, baby.” I licked leisurely while she sipped, squirming and groaning as I teased her needy pussy. I spread her legs a little wider and thrust my tongue inside her hole, flicking and darting, scooping her juice into my mouth.
“Will—William…”
“So soon, baby? You want to come so soon?”
She knew my mocking tone. Her eyes closed, she arched slightly and her glass slammed down harder on the island granite louder than she planned, her grip on its edge tighter. “William--”
I chuckled. “Yes, baby?”
“Please…”
“You know me better than that, Rose.” I stood and she squeezed her thighs back together and groaned. I glared again. “Open.” Her chest and neck glowed red but my eyes made their way lower, to the round, large mounds of her breasts, the ever-so-white I just could never quite get used to.
She squeezed her thighs again and I tsked her. “You do realize all these small infractions are going to cost you. Are you doing that on purpose, Rose? Do you like to incur infractions so I can punish you? Are you looking for the flogger again? Or perhaps you might want to try nipple clamps this time?”
Her eyes widened. “No. I’m…”
“You’re going to spread your thighs back open that’s what you’re going to do and you’re going to do a better job following directions.”
I refilled her drink just a bit more. She had to have been feeling warm at this point. Her cheeks indicted she was. I poured myself a bit more scotch, took a sip, and kissed her. She moaned against my mouth. “I need you William.”
“You have me,” I said and kissed her more forcefully.
I stood between her legs, lightly touching her inner thighs with the tips of my fingers and felt her breathing hitch and quicken. She struggled to keep her thighs open and I smiled into my next kiss. Her breathing was heavy and she fought the urge to beg me. I know she did. She whimpered instead and it got me harder. I brushed her slit with the back of my fingers and her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a tormented, “Please,” escaped her lips, and I chuckled. “Poor sweetheart.” She knew better.
I grabbed her glass and held it to her lips for her to finish. “Drink up. It’s time I get you securely where I’d like you.” I knew the anticipation was killing her. It was killing me. I’d have to take care of that, and I smiled at my sadistic plan.
I lit several candles when we entered the bedroom to soothe her but mostly to illuminate the room so I was still able to see each inch of that body of hers. “Sit. I need something from you before we get started.”
She looked at me questioningly but her submissive personality only made her do exactly what I asked.
“Good girl. Now suck.”
I pulled my cock from out of my pants, but otherwise was fully clothed. I looked down at the contrast of her naked, vulnerable body and smiled.
She began to take the tip of my cock in her mouth and we both moaned. “Make me come, Rose, and swallow every drop.”
Her tongue made its way down my shaft and I pulled her hair from out of the secured pins and yanked. “Faster,” I ordered through gritted teeth. I was in need. And I wanted relief fast.
My whole body became fire as her greedy mouth engulfed my cock. I thrust my hands through her hair and pulled it into my tight fists. I rocked my hips and moved her head roughly. I was hungry for her.
I felt myself ready to tip, on that edge so very quickly, and I slowed her movement for a moment to enjoy the sudden rush, the heat I felt rising in my face, my chest, my entire body. My balls pounded with desire and I held off the inevitable, riding the wave of arousal.
She gagged and had to stop to breathe occasionally and I had to remember that she was still new to this. I felt so much ridiculous effusive emotion and to balance that teetering lack of equilibrium, I pulled her head further down my cock to steady myself in the allusion of control.
“Suck,” I barked and then could no longer hold back. I began to come with such force that I had to grip both her shoulders, pushing her into the bed forcefully, as I stood above her, spurting come down her throat in what felt like buckets that would never run dry. I moaned a long, guttural cry that sounded pained and agonized, and I knew my hands must be hurting her delicate frame. But I couldn’t stop until the last push of come jetted down her throat, even as she struggled for air.
When I released her shoulders with a final shudder, her mouth slipped off my cock and she gasped for air. I wiped the corners of her lips with my thumbs, coated with saliva. “Now,” I paused and smiled, “I can focus.”
Chapter Fifteen
“I want you to remember that you do have a safeword that I can’t imagine you would need to use, but I want to remind you. I plan to get rather carried away.” Her chest heaved up and down and strands of her hair stuck to the slight perspiration on her neck and forehead. She looked so healthy, so vibrant, so supple and primed.
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
I kissed her forehead. “Lie back,” I said gently.
She grabbed me around the waist and nuzzled her face into my chest with ferocity and I stroked her head. I felt tears on my shirt.
I pulled her face from off of my chest. “Hey. Hey. What’s wrong?” I wiped her tears away with my thumbs and kissed her lips, tasting more of the salty drops.
“I love you, William,” she said. “Must it end? I’m afraid I will only want to stay even more if I go through with this. But I know I would rather die than leave now.”
I wanted to soothe her. I wanted to tell her everything would be great. That everything would be happily ever after. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t lie to her. I wouldn’t. It didn’t mean I didn’t feel the same, exact emotions she was feeling. It didn’t mean I didn’t love her. I did. I loved her the best I knew how. And that was exactly the problem. I didn’t know how to love. Do monsters actually love?
“Rose. What did we say before we started this? The moment. Remember? That is all I can promise you. I cannot promise you anything beyond right now. But look at me.”
I felt her trembling, watery chocolate eyes staring back at me.
“Hey,” I said again. “Right now. Right at this very moment? I love you. And I want every second to count. I want you to feel every second of right now.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “I want that too.”
“I’m not saying I’m going to go easy on you,” I smiled. “But somehow I don’t think you want me to. So when you start to beg me, and you will,” I paused to kiss the top of her head, “I’m not sure where my whims will take me. Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m not still capricious or sadistic, Rose. Do you understand that?”
> She shivered even though there was the warmth of a summer’s day in the room. She nodded and closed her eyes.
“And do you like that? Do you want that?”
She blushed and closed her eyes, nodding again.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, William.”
“I know.” I drew my fingers down her neck and onto her chest. “Like right now, your body is so in tune with my touch. It’s as if it were braille and I am reading it. Your tremors, your goosebumps.” My fingers went lower, landing on the tips of her nipples and she sucked in air and whimpered. “Your erect nipples which I’m about to torment in earnest.”
“Please,” she begged already. Poor thing. I knew how she felt and that was the problem. I had been as needy as she was right then only minutes before. So it was very easy to fuel my sadistic nature having full knowledge of her painful desire. To know how much need I was creating was my aphrodisiac to persist. I could already feel my cock hardening again.
“My cock is already getting erect again, beautiful girl, just thinking of having you bound and at my mercy. Lie back. Now. Put your arms over your head and spread your legs. I want you motionless. I want you secure. I want you to be all mine. We’ll get the punishment out of the way first. It will sensitize you even more.”
“Punishment?” she asked nervously.
“Yes, Rose. Punishment. Remember? Infractions? I know you’re smarter than this,” I said sarcastically, teasing her.
“William, I…”
“Rose. We may not have a contract anymore but I still expect you to follow directions. To listen. And to do what I ask the first time. Right now, your punishment is rather light, but if you continue in this way, you’ll accrue more. Now. Lie. Back. And do as you’re told.”
She complied and I smiled. So very submissive. It was just who she was. And I was so very dominant. She was perfect for me.
When her body was in the position I asked, I drew my fingers across her pussy lips, lined with so much wetness, I almost felt guilty that I didn’t give her the same pleasure she had just given me. But I enjoyed it. And she wouldn’t be this wet if she didn’t enjoy the ache.
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