Trigger - Part 1

CHAPTER 2 - Look At Me

The warmth of his breath on my neck sends a chill down my back. I barely have to hang on as his hand is firmly placed arching my back up towards him. His dominance is enough to make me obey his every command. I feel his thumb gently wipe away the tear being drawn-out by gravity. My eyes shut, he pulls me close with a sudden jerk. Completely stripped from power as his skin burns that of my own.

My heart throbbing in my chest as his fingers brush down my neck. Unable to swallow; he gently changes direction and weaves his fingers up through my hair. I sense his grip becoming firm and slowly fists my hair, gradually applying pressure pulling my neck back with force.

Unable to hold my breath any longer I let go as I feel my lungs shrink. A low growl carried by his breath dances on my collarbone. Barely feeling the softness of his lips I suck in my bottom lip, biting down hard.

The pressure in my chest builds as my lungs pound aggressively, I submit.

His wood scented cologne mixed with sweat seeps through my nostrils, burning its way down my throat. He retracts his support from my back and tickles down my spine until he reaches my hip.

He knows every inch of my body just by touch.

With a movement sudden, yet smooth he pulls me down while he strengthens his grip bending my neck further.

He gently kisses my chest as if he senses the tension building inside me and swiftly moves until his lips are hovering over mine.

Fragile I am nothing but a puppet as I hear his favorite song begin to play.

"Look at me-" his haunting voice ripples through the air.
Numb, I obey. A grin starts to form as he mouths 'good girl'.

Feeling betrayed by my body I fail to stop it from shaking. This is the one thing that ignites something inside him and the same thing he knows I have no control over. To him this is my body's way of begging.

Fear grips me as I know he is about to play our game. His eyebrow arches, giving me the signal. As quickly as his strength gripped me, he lets me go and walks towards the bedroom.

My eyes follow him: tall, broad muscular shoulders and most of his upper body, arms and hands are covered like a piece of canvas. I push myself off of the couch and walk behind him.

I reach the the room and stand in the middle facing the bed. Like clockwork he is by the fireplace pouring himself a drink. I start with my blouse: one button at a time; I slip it down my arms and dangle the soft black fabric between my fingers before it falls.

"Have I given you permission to start?" He walks past me, drink in hand and sits on the bed facing me.

"No..." I whisper and quickly bend down with the intent to start over.

"NO!" His voice cracks and my body freezes.

"Proceed," he commands and I obey.

I unzip my skirt and it slides down effortlessly hugging my heels.
His eyes follow my every movement as he brings the glass up to his mouth taking a big gulp. The plush carpet sits warm under my feet as I shove my skirt and heels into a pile next to me. Completely exposed and vulnerable, I stand bare.

His pale blue eyes grows darker with a look of satisfaction flashing over them. I knew very well he would unleash his rage if I had broken his no underwear rule on a Friday night.

Taking another big gulp he places the tumbler down and with his finger calls me to come closer.

One foot in front of the other, my legs barely holding up I shake as I make my way towards him. My eyes follow his while he stands up and towers over me. His head neatly shaved reflecting the light hanging from the ceiling.