Chain Me

Tense Situations

     My hand roams over the kitchen counter, a rag underneath my palm, and I wipe away the week old stains left behind thanks to laziness and promises to come back to them later. With that done, I turn on the faucet and wet the rag, watching the muddy colors of the stains swirl down the drain, then I ring the cloth out carefully.
     A warm hand brushes against the side of my neck, shocking me, and I drop the moist rag in the sink, getting it soaked again under the still running tap.
     "You look beautiful," Lost whispers in my ear, moving my hair aside to better speak softly to me. She presses herself to my back and reaches under my arm to turn off the faucet. "So beautiful."
     My head falls back into her shoulder as she runs the tip of her nose behind my ear and mumbles my name, giving me almost kisses with every letter. The sensation of her hands sliding agonizingly slowly across my lower back and to my hips makes me sigh, and I want more, showing it by pushing back into her. She growls that dangerous growl I heard that day when she walked in on me getting dressed and I lick my lips in anticipation. I know now that that sound doesn't mean danger for me.
     Carefully, deliberately, Lost turns me around to face her. Her eyes are bright and she wastes no time getting into my space and pressing a leg between mine. Strong hands grips my hips tighter and I moan softly, grinding slowly on the thigh pressing into me.
     "Can I kiss you?" Lost asks, downplaying the lewd things she's already done to me.
     The last time she asked that I rejected her and didn't allow myself to indulge the fantasy. But now, oh now, I want to let myself fall into the scene and enjoy every minute of what Lost has to offer. So, wrapping my arms around Lost's neck, I whisper, "Kiss me."
     And she closes the distance between us.
     Hands tangling in her hair, I moan into Lost's mouth, and earn her tongue. My heart is pounding against my chest and my breath quickens as Lost picks me up and sits me on the sink. Immediately I wrap my legs around her waist to bring her as close to me as possible. Still, it's not enough.
     Moving her hips against me, and giving me the most wonderful sensation, Lost breaks our kiss to growl into my neck. Her teeth graze my throat and her fingertips peek under the hem of my shirt. I bite my bottom lip as her mouth moves lower and her hands roam higher, and I groan as the three meet just under my breasts, my bra. She plants a chaste kiss there, and I look down at her to stare into her eyes as she fiddles with the button in my jeans. When my zipper slides down and cool air washes over my exposed underwear, I gulp. Lost's devilish smile might have something to do with it.
     I hold tightly to the edge of the sink, I lift myself a little to make it easier for Lost to slip off my jeans. She yanks them down my legs and tosses them aside carelessly, pecking me on the knee before she comes back up. My grip tightens on the edge of the sink as she stares at me. I'm so exposed- naked legs, ever moistening underwear, bare belly, shirt hem sitting atop my showing bra- and Lost has all the power. My cheeks get hotter at this realization. Lost has always been so submissive, so meek, but now she's the one in charge.
     And she clearly enjoys the role reversal.
     "So beautiful,"she says, her light eyes moving down my body to stop between my legs. She grabs my knees carefully and slowly spreads my thighs further apart. "Can I kiss you?" she asks, still looking at my underwear.
     Swallowing hard, I nod desperately and manage a shaky "Yes."
     Moaning, Lost takes a knee and moves aside my underwear with a thumb. Her eyes dart up to me as she smiles, and I blush at how wet I am. This pair of underwear are definitely going into the trash.
     Eyes locked onto Lost's, my lips part as her mouth opens and her tongue reaches for me. I'm shaking with need and I hate how slow she's moving. But then her arm wraps around my thigh and her head buries itself between my legs and... and...

     Even in my sleep I moan and I end up waking myself, both relieved and upset about it. Relieved because I can't believe I had that damned dream again, and upset because I didn't get to finish that damned dream again. Ever since that night of the carnival where Lost and I almost kissed I've been having that dream. Granted, it's only been two nights, but it's still frustrating. All I can think is, can Lost feel this? She feels everything else I do, so why not this? But she hasn't confronted me about it, though her micro aggressions are back. This whole situation is outrageous.
     Running a hand through my tangled hair, I sit up in bed and try to shake off the dream made lust I'm feeling. I need to be at my best today. Today's the day of Lost's first solo mission.