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A silence falls between us, the kind of silence that only exists in moments like this. It is not heavy and awkward, it is light and easy. We are bonding, not that she realizes it at this moment. Things like this bring people together, private acts that are shared only between the two people involved. Secrets to hide from the whole world.
Every time I look at her from now on I can think of her bringing herself to orgasm as I jerk my cock harder, sliding the tip over her outstretched tongue, teasing myself ever closer.
“Can I come?” she asks in a quiet voice, her hand still moving between her legs.
“Not until I do,” I tell her. “That’s your punishment for moving without permission.”
I move my hand faster, feeling my climax getting near.
When I’m on the edge, I lean my hips toward her and let it happen. Cum spurts out of the end of my cock and splashes onto her face. Most goes on her tongue but some hits her cheeks. She swallows, still staring at me, her hand still moving on her clit. She sticks her tongue out again as the last drops fall from my cock.
“Now you can come,” I say, looking at her face coated with my seed, marked by me, owned by me, claimed by me.
I watch as she reaches her own orgasm seconds later, her mouth wide open, her limbs shaking, color flaring in her chest. “Oh fuck,” she mutters as her climax races through her.
I watch the whole thing and I couldn’t be happier.
As her orgasm fades, I lift her to her feet. “Come with me,” I tell her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the study. She moves slowly, her legs still recovering from what just happened.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Time for your bath.”
I look at her, at my cum still on her face, and I realize something. No matter what problems it might lead to, I never want to let go of this woman, ever again.
Thirty-Seven
Ophelia
Isit in the clawfoot bathtub, my whole body underwater. Vincenzo sits on the edge, only his legs sticking in. My head is on his thigh as he massages shampoo into my scalp.
I find myself thinking about what my life has become. My life has become like our relationship.
Two sides of the same coin. On one side, me, innocent, naive, inexperienced. All different words for the same thing. Vulnerable.
On the other side, Vincenzo. Experienced, knowing, powerful. So different to me and yet some deep similarities where it really counts.
He’s unsure who he is, same as me. He’s scared to commit in case he gets hurt. Or maybe scared he’ll hurt me. He’s damaged. I could tell that even before he mentioned his childhood. I’ve no doubt I’ll find out more when he’s ready to share.
Will I ever tell him about my upbringing? Will I ever feel safe enough to share that?
I doubt it. He’d run a mile if he found out just how much damage I keep hidden away. Damage that has taken years to even begin to overcome.
My life is two sides of a coin. Right now, I’m having my scalp massaged in a deep bath of bubble filled, rose scented water. A few minutes ago, he was jerking off into my mouth, some of it hitting my face.
It felt so wrong but sexy at the same time. Like when he mentioned plugging me, or spanking me in public. Is everything with him like this? Two sides of a coin?
Him doing that to me should have appalled me. It’s not what respectable people do, right? But when it happened, I saw the look on his face. I felt owned by him. I felt like, for the first time since he brought it up, that I truly know what it means to be dominated.
It helped that I got to come at the same time. The sensations racing through me when it happened made me want him all the more.
If only I could get him to commit to more than a month. But how best to do it?
Maybe I won’t have to do anything. The way he’s treating me right now, pouring water over the back of my head to clear away the shampoo, it doesn’t feel like he wants this to end any more than I do.
“On all fours,” he says, reaching over to drain away a little of the water. “Face that way.”
“What for?”
