When he stops at my door I go to my dresser, I find my t-shirts I start throwing them onto my bed, I go to my dresser getting my cup. My cup has two girls on it, with cloaked figures behind them, I did that to symbol me and Grace against everyone in Wolfden, our hometown. I bring it to the foot of my bed and turn back towards him.
"I drew all of these." I tell him, he looks at me before looking at the bed and walks to me. I try walking away but he grabs my arm lightly.
"Stay." He whispers. There are only five t-shirts there, but enough for him to get a better grasp on who I am.
"I taught myself, my parents told me I was dumb for it. I don't know maybe that's why I don't talk about it." I whisper.
He picks up each t-shirt as if he is treasuring each one, carefully looking them over trailing a finger over each design. Each shirt reveals a piece of me, sometimes when I was having a bad day I would sit down and draw what I was feeling. It was my calm in my storms, my parents never understood, I don't think they could. It was something I made mine, something no one could touch, no one but Grace knew. I know they are only t-shirts but right now, I feel so bare to him, like he's finally seeing me.
"Kitten, these are gorgeous." He whispers. "I'm sorry if you didn't want me to know." He takes my hand; I look into his eyes and something about his gaze comforts me. It makes me feel warm, like he doesn't care about my demons, even though a version of one is on each t-shirt, it makes me feel like he'll always be here. I find myself blushing giving him a small smile.
"I'm not sorry you found out." I whisper, he kisses me slowly.
"I have to go back in a bit." He informs me and I sigh. He kisses me before I can say another word, he picks me up making me wrap my legs around him. "We talked last night; I want you." He groans, I feel my body shiver a warmth settling low in my stomach.
"I want you." I kiss him and he starts walking, I run my fingers through his hair then I pull away going for his neck.
"Those t-shirts, I feel like I've seen a piece of you." He speaks and I pull away my gaze meeting his. "I can tell you may be anxious what I think, Kitten. I think you are one of the strongest women I've ever met, that won't change." He bends over and I feel the bed beneath me.
"Micah." I moan when he thrusts his middle against mine. He raises up, he walks away, coming back with a sash.
"Get up higher on the bed." He orders and I pull myself up putting myself higher on the pillows. He pulls open my robe. "Take off the bra." He instructs I take off the robe throwing it to the side then I take off the bra. I lay back and he pulls up the sash, he lifts my head up tying it before he lets me go, I feel my nerves start to run.
"Micah." I gasp and I feel his hand on my thigh.
"Relax, baby. I'm here." He whispers in a soothing tone, he picks up my wrist and I feel the cuff and hear it click, he does it with my ankles and other hand too. "I'm going to use something on you, you've never done it before I know that." He speaks and I keep my eyes closed even behind the sash.
"Yes, Master." I answer him.
"It will be hot, just use your safe word if you want me to stop." He says edge in his tone.
"Yes, Sir." I answer my voice coming out lower than I intended. I feel a weight beside my head like his hand before he kisses me and I moan, pushing up my hips as best I can. His tongue slides against mine slowly, I feel this heat slowly simmer in me, then he starts grinding against me. I feel his other hand slide down my body before he wraps a hand under me then pulls me up grinding me against his front.
"You look sexy like this, baby." He whispers in my ear, when I whimper feeling my clit hit his zipper, he lays me back down. "Your skin is a pale pink, your lips are swollen, so fucking irresistible." He rasps, I feel his hands leave my hips and I shiver the warmth flooding from me.
I smell the faint scent like somethings burning, but I feel his hand on my thigh so I take deep breaths. I make sure I am calm, I don't think it's that I don't trust him I am just anxious, I feel him settle between my legs.
"Spread your legs, I want to see you." He speaks and I spread my legs folding them at both of my sides. "It's ready, Kitten." He speaks and I nod.
"I'm okay." I whisper. I feel this hot liquid drop onto my ribs. "Fuck." I moan bucking my hips, I strain against the cuffs but I settle. It was like my whole body came alive with it, it hurt at first but it settled turning me on. I hear him groan, and I blush.
"You want to use your safe word?" He asks and I shake my head.
"No, Master." I moan, feeling another rush flood through me.
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RomanceI had a one night stand with the self-proclaimed businessman of Manhattan, New York. I have told myself it can't happen again, it just can't. I get to attached and scare them off, I want him, I can't get my mind off him, and according to him I can't...
