Exercises in semantics

Chapter 8 - Petit Chaton

We sipped the wine while the sky exploded in shades of pink and yellow, giving away to the blues. I glanced at the door that gave entry onto the roof in case one of the neighbours would chase us away, but it stayed quietly shut.

"So....I actually cheated and took the keys this time" he said jiggling the bundle in his hands. He must've noticed my worried glances. "An old customer of mine lives here. He owes me a favour" he continued with a reassuring wink.

"You do realize how this sounds creepy, right?"

"Do I need to remind you what you were doing at my place or me at yours?" he chuckled, swirling his glass and looking directly into it.

"I stand by what I said" I nudged him playfully by the shoulder.

Suddenly, he pulled me by the arm closer to him, and for a moment we looked into each other's eyes, not one of us wanting to yield. He scanned my face before finally letting go and I let out a huge breath I hadn't even realized I was holding in.

"How come you just happened to be passing by?" I asked trying to change the subject, even though I felt my heart in my ears.

"Work" he said simply, looking back at me with those predatory eyes.

"Yeah, right" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why did you agree to go out with me?" I could hear the undertones in his voice already sure of his win.

"I thought it was an emergency, you sounded desperate"

"I'm not sure who's the desperate one here"

I was ready to protest at this bold and downright rude comeback, before he pulled me on his lap, biting that weak spot on my neck. I was sure I was already soaking wet.

"So now you're doing charity is what you're saying?" I managed to say, and mostly moan, between the kisses.

He put the lightest touch over my panties, almost imperceptible, but my whole body lit up. In an equally small circle, he drew the wetness to his other fingers, bringing it to his lips and savouring them.

"Well, too bad we will have to continue this afterwards" he said looking at his watch, still caressing my hair. If it was anyone else but him I would beg there and then. "The cinema is just down the street" he continued, motioning gently for me to get up from his lap, collecting the bottles and the glasses.

"What do we do with those?" I asked, my head dizzy.

"Present for my friend" he winked, leaving the corked bottle by the door, and putting the glasses back.

It was a small art house cinema and besides us, there were only three other people sitting dispersed in the hall.

"Ahhh this is one of my favourite directors, you'll see" he said, putting on a pair of glasses with a thin golden frame. Somehow it went well with his handsome face.

"I've never seen you wear those"

"Shhh it's starting" he said all serious.

I was lost in the story, when I felt his arm settling on my thing. I turned to him, but his face seemed concentrated on the big screen.

I felt the heat of his hand radiating as it innocently inched closer and closer towards my dripping panties. He was barely touching the fabric with his index finger, caressing it, but it was enough to send me into a frenzy.

I let out a muffled moan, but he stopped, but a hand on my mouth and said, sternly this time, "Shhhh" before continuing his slow torture. I tried grinding against his finger, but each time he would pull it away, still looking at the screen. He was enjoying the torture I was sure, even though his expression remained still an serious.

After what had seemed like an hour, through which I was trying not to make a sound even though I wanted to sob, because he would pull away, I tried giving myself the sweet release. He held my hand tightly, and gave me a side eye. I put my hands back on the arm rests.

"Good kitten" he whispered in my ear sending goosebumps down my spine. I hadn't heard that nickname in years.

He continued gently touching my swollen clit through the soaked fabric, over and over again, his touch light as a feather. My panties were completely drenched, and so was the back of my dress and the cinema seat. I didn't care, I only wanted to be released. Knowing this side of him, it could very well not be today.

The power play we used to have had suddenly come back. That's what I was addicted to.

When the lights came on, I was squirming in my wet seat, embarrassed by the thought of having to get up like that. I looked at him, begging . He gave me a faintest sinister smile before finally pressing his index finger into my cunt, circling with more force over my clit with his thumb.

It was enough to send me over the edge, but I had to stay silent and look normal while the other theatre goers were passing by us going up the stairs.

"We should hurry up, don't want to be here when the cleaning crew comes in" he said, giving me a hand to get up. I looked at the big wet stain on my seat, and felt the dress glued to the back of my thigs, blushing.

He enjoyed every moment of it. We went out into the cooler evening air and I was happy to finally put a coat over my wet butt.

"You did amazing kitten" he said leaving a lingering kiss on my cheek, before going away. "See you soon I hope?" he asked innocently, winking and waving at me.

See you soon you son of a bitch, you know what you did now, I thought to myself. Fuck.

When I got home, I changed out of my poor clothes, feeling a mixture of pride, joy, and shame. Before I could go shower, there was a message from him.

I HOPE THAT WASN'T TOO MUCH, I WASN'T SURE IF YOU WOULD STILL BE INTO IT. I PROMISE TO REWARD YOU FOR GOOD BEHAVIOUR

Three years ago

I was changing in Vincent's bathroom one evening, when he knocked at the door. Not waiting for the answer he came in, standing in the doorframe, not seeming bothered.

"What the fuck?" I asked him, collecting the towel around me.

"I want to watch" he said simply, but something about it sounded like an order.

I could have said no, I could have told him to get lost. But I wanted it.

"That's a good kitten" he said softly behind my ear, pinning me to the sink, leaving a kiss at the nape of my neck. That's when it all started.

We wouldn't play all the time, but he loved the most inappropriate moments, and I loved the unexpected even more. It was a kinky power play, coupled with what I thought was genuine connection and care.

Well, maybe that last part was out of the window now, but oh how did I miss being told what to do and getting rewarded for it. It was liberating. And, in my head, I had an excuse to still see him.

It wasn't emotional, it was just sex. And we were really, really good at it together.