The Room

Bracing herself against the banister, she steadied herself and her breathing. Slipping out of her shoes, she figured the quietest approach would be better for her.

His eyes already acclimated to the dark, watched with mild interest his lady trying her best to quietly enter the living room. He figured by her change in posture, she was both defiantly ready for him and also nervously anticipating his initial move.

In his hand was the choker he was planning to use to guide her to the Blue Lagoon. He had left the chain off as he didn’t trust his hands to be steady enough in the dark. His body was still trembling ever so slightly from the savagery it had endured. His mind crystal clear sharp on the lesson, he was not going to brutalize her with his lessons. However, he was not going to leave the night unaccounted for.

The clock had sung midnight. Her birthday was officially over. There was the logical ground to stand on… the one that stated he was not ruining her night.

She entered the living room and hesitated to turn on the light. His presence was extremely close to her. She felt she could feel his breathing, touch his skin even. She wasn’t afraid. She was ready. Just not quite ready to break the sweet feel of his essence to get on with the pending argument that would shortly explode.

He watched her hesitate to turn on the light. He was acutely aware of her presence too. From across the room, her feminine grace was igniting all manners of naughty thoughts that he had tried for years to suppress. She was not in the mood for his kind of play. He couldn’t let his feelings build much fervor right now.

As he watched, he wanted to close the gap between them and hug her and passionately take her for himself. However, he had to steady his thoughts. The choker was ready, but they had not spoken yet. He quickly ran down the check list of all her angles for a fight. He was ready to disarm them, set them aside, then move to the business of her lesson.

She felt him watching her. His aura wrapped around her, feeling her, soothing her, calling her. The inner masculine version of herself was clawing and fighting it’s last. This was not the way her spirit was supposed to come to rest. Giving in was like giving up. Something just made sense nevertheless. If she didn’t give in, they were done.

Her calm about this reality did not unnerve her. It made her sad. She did not want this fairytale life to come to an end. The man had been really good to her. He had pushed her along well and helped her elevated her game. She had been good to him, she had helped him grow and mature. She had kept all these women from sinking their teeth into him. That had to count for something.

With her mind made up that she was going to give up, she took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling, she started to peel off her clothing and dropping them to the floor next to her.

As he watched, his heart froze. Was she about to use the sex card on him? This was not in the calculations! And how sensual a motion she carried. She moved with such grace and smoothness of sensuality. This was like watching art and poetry in the most seductive of seduction calls.

Biting his lip and slowing his breathing while deepening it, he tried to push himself back a bit more into the shadows without making a sound. He had to regroup his defense to stay the course.

She left only her panties on. They were one of his favorite briefs. Now that she was thinking about it, she probably should never had put them on before coming home. She had insisted she not return without, and while the girls teased her about it, they had been ready for her request and produced one of her own.

She smiled at the memory. Her man always thought of every single thing. That’s why she didn’t fear what was coming to her. She just felt a bit sad that it required her to give up and let him drive her for a while.

She carefully stepped forward towards him, not sure that he was there. She was going by her heart’s tugging. Then, pausing, she slowly got on her knees.