She watched him watching her, his look a calculated one, covering his need for her with a complex mixture of cunning and lust, and a gauging of how just much vulnerability to show; how much to allow through to present the most appealing aspect of him to her that would lead to his ultimate prize, his head between her legs bringing her to the orgasm she was unable to find without him.
It was a game they played often but in this moment she finally knew the extent of his power over her. She had plunged to its depths and scaled its heights, endured the bleakness of the barren flatlands between them and charted it all in her mind. The beginnings of a survey begun in the dark of the night and written with her own blood and tears and that ink dried by her lonely sighs had blossomed into a full blown map and because of that knowledge a plan had formed. A plan he knew nothing of but would soon feel the effects of. Like the hot breath of an unknown assailant on the back of his neck in the moments before the knife.
He brought her coffee, suggested a retreat to their room to “catch up” and she, remembering his recent sulk, and the moodiness that preceded it, acquiesced with a smile. They had not been intimate for a while now at her behest, she never stopped him from seeking relief via her body but had long since stopped participating herself. That was why he sought this intimacy, one that would be wrenched from her own need rather than given freely from desire
Once there he took off his socks, a tell of his intent that she felt no corresponding ripple of desire to, and lay down. He stroked her hair, he knew she liked this, and asked, wouldn’t she feel more comfortable if she took off her top?
She smiled knowing that he wouldn’t expect what came next, and stood up to take off her clothes revealing the beautiful dark grey lace and washed silk matching lingerie that she had bought herself last week. She knew her beautiful breasts were displayed to their full voluptuous best by the balcony shape and she knew that she spilled, just enough to reveal a hint of the pink nipples that sat just out of reach beneath, in the most delighteful way.
Turning slowly she pulled down her jeans and heard him gasp and unzip himself as her peach of a bum, young beyond her years and toned by squats and lunges in secret visits to the gym, caught his eye and imagination at just the right eye level. She felt a momentary flash of satisfaction at how flushed and undone he looked, legs sprawled and jeans unzipped, hands grasping an angry looking bulging erection.
She mounted the bed and lay back, and as he scrambled inelegantly out of his clothes stopped him with a shake of her head and the sight of her pursed lips ‘Oh no,’ she said, and watched his eyes widen with sudden surprise ‘this is not for you, not this time. This time it is for me. I want your face between my legs, your tongue licking and tasting how good I taste and your balls aching with the desire to come. I however, want something different and I will have it. I want to read and I want to come, many, many times. You will be between my legs on my terms for the rest of our lives together and this is your moment of choice. I come on my terms or not at all with you ever again. Do you accept?’
She knew she had him, he was desperate, primed by her denial and then her acquiescence, led to the moment of slaughter with a calculated hand. He shook his head, an attempt to clear it of the mist of desire that had him so securely that he couldn’t think straight, it was futile. He was done for and he knew it. The worm had turned.
He handed her the book with the down-turned pages marking where she had read to the night before and stationed himself extending his tongue and flattening it to give her most pleasure, catching sight of her clear gaze in the moments before the book was hiding her face, his humiliation was complete and he was never so hard before in his life.
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