“Are you not hungry?” Henry asked as I slowly picked at the fresh grilled pile of prawns in front of me. Jackie had dropped us off a fresh seafood banquet boasting with prawns, calamari, oysters and scallops with a side of every possible green. This was my ideal meal, but Henry was right. Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry. Suddenly my happiness, excitement, and my relaxed self had turned into a pit in my stomach.
I shouldn’t judge, I didn’t want to judge. Maybe it wasn’t his words that made me feel this way. It could have been the sickness of longing for my parents mixed in with words that were harmless. They had to be harmless, I had accepted this part of him. I knew that he loved the smell of blood. I knew and understood why and only earlier today he had opened himself up to me, he had been vulnerable and told me everything. I guess I had nowhere to run now that I was on his island, but that wasn’t the point. That wasn’t what I felt sick about. It was how incredible he was, how open, how loving, how giving. But how much he had to hide the messed-up parts of himself,how unaccepted that he must have felt deep inside that he of all people resorted to sniffing the halls of a hospital to get his fix.
It sounded so messed up. I knew the exact reason why he had this fetish was messed up. But I of all people would be the last person to judge that. We all had our things, things that make us do crazy stuff, due to the trauma that we had witnessed.
Suddenly I wasn’t hungry, because this was the moment that I realized that this, whatever this was, was so much more than the desire I had to call him mine. This wasn’t about everything that he had to flash around, everything that he had to show and share with me. This was about what I could give to him. I could share with him the very thing that no one else could. I had everything to give to him, and right now was my chance.
“I’m not that hungry anymore, no….”
“Do you want to talk about it? We could brainstorm some things together that you might like to do when it hits you, find a whole new way to deal with the grief,” said Henry.
I shook my head. “No it’s not that. That’s not the reason why I’m not hungry at least, I don’t think that it is. It’s not the main reason….” I paused as his eyes watched me intently. “I think that you should take me back up to your room right now Henry,” I said firmly. “I can’t wait, and I don’t think that you should wait any longer.”
I watched as Henry bit the inside of his lip, but he did not hesitate. Standing tall, he reached out his hand to me, lifting me up off the beanbag as we left the dinner to get cold. Hewalked hand in hand with me to the elevator, pressing on the P button, instantly letting go of my hand as the elevator doors closed. He pulled me into him and wrapped me up in his arms. One arm wrapped tight around my waist, the other on my ass as he squeezed it tight, making sure that there wasn’t a single gap in between our bodies. His lips locked with mine, my body completely succumbing to his hold, tasting all of him, heat racing through my body as suddenly the doors to the elevator opened. He released his hold, pulling his lips and his body away from me. I gasped for air as he slowly licked his lips, taking my hand as we stepped into the penthouse. The bed in front of us was once again made without a single crease, pillow perfectly fluffed, a very different image from how I had left it hours before. It looked as though we were up in the clouds, through the wide glass surrounding the room, the rain looked like it had eased, the sun ready to set but the clouds hung low surrounding us, boasting a moody grey mist.
“Can I get you another drink?” Henry asked, walking over to the bar and I nodded, smiling politely as I thought about my next move. Tonight was about him, about giving him the ultimate pleasure. And I wanted every move that I made from this moment on to be nothing short of pleasurable and extremely fucking hardening.
Henry stood with his back turned to the bar as I watched him pour more liquids into his glass. I had no idea what was about to happen, but one thing I did know: I was about to bleed. I looked at the perfectly made bed dressed in whitesheets and opted against it. I took one look back at Henry, who began shaking the silver cocktail jug as I snuck myself into the bathroom, quickly taking off my robe and stepping into the large round bath where all new fresh flower petals has been placed.
Diving my body into the warm water, gazing out at the grey clouds surrounding me, I took a deep breath. My anxious mind lingered, wanting to take over my body, close me up and end this situation right now. I had the power, and I had the choice too. But I wanted this. I wanted to gift him this. I wanted to understand him better, really understand him and I wanted to give him something that no one else was able to…. Had anyone else? Ever?
Surely, he had experienced something before. He would have had to discover what he liked and that it wasn’t just the smell that turned him on. I hated the idea of Henry being with anyone else. We all had a past, that wasn’t something that I could change. I just couldn’t help but want to be the one that could be different. The one that was worthy of sticking around, the one that could give him what no one else could.
I heard Henry’s footsteps, and I spun around to see him holding two glasses staring right at me submerged in the bath. My favorite smirk took over his face as I leaned against the back of the bath facing him, with just my shoulders and the top of my breasts on display through the flower petaled water.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, you know that right?” he said, walking slowly around to the far side of the bath, handing me a glass.
“You’ve told me once or twice,” I whispered, taking a sip of the glass before he placed a kiss on the top of my head. He then stepped away from the bath. Henry downed his drink then ripped off his shirt, throwing it into the corner of the bathroom. He then slipped himself into the bath, surrounding my body, cornering me around the edge in two blinks. I had nowhere to move, and I didn’t want to. All I wanted was to be completely surrounded by him.
Henry gently rested his hands on either side of my hips, tucking his thumbs underneath the side of my togs. His lips touched my cheek, my ear, my collarbone and I sighed, my hips rocking for him underneath the water, creating ripples below the surface. I moaned as he lips hit my neck, sucking on my wet skin. My moan echoed throughout the bathroom, making Henry chuckle. This just caused even more of a heat to flood my body, circling around my already pulsing vagina. This had only just begun but he had worked me up too much earlier in the day and I couldn’t handle the anticipation anymore.
“Henry,” I managed to sigh, catching my breath.
“Yes, Miss Molly,” he said, keeping one hand locked on my hip, planting the other on the side of my face, forcing me to look directly in his eyes. Not that it was hard, locked in our visual vortex was my favorite place to be.
“I want this, us, right now. I want it to be everything that you want. You know, a full expression of everything that you’ve had to keep hidden.”
He smirked. “You want to see blood now too?”
“I want to see you enjoying it, I want to see you enjoying me, all of me.”
Henry pursed his lips watching me intently, not saying a word and I wish I knew all the things that he was thinking right now.
“We haven’t even spoken about what it entails….”
“I trust you,” I sighed. I was so heightened the last thing that I needed right now was for him to stop for some safety briefing. He cared for me, and I did trust him. He would do nothing to hurt me, and I just wanted to give him everything that I could right now. I wanted to see him in his complete peak of pleasure. And nothing was getting in between that.
“Are you sure? You know we don’t need to do it right now, we can spend some more time discussing it,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, no, I don’t want any more time. I want to do it with you now. I’m sure and I trust you, I want this. I want this for you. I want this for me, and I want this for us,” I said as I rocked my hips towards him again, causing his eyes to roll, losing my gaze. He bit his bottom lip as a soft grunt escaped from his mouth.
“You’ll make me crazy, Miss Molly, in the best goddamn way possible.”
I leaned closed to him, grabbing his hips this time, whispering in his ear, “I hope I do nothing less.”
He grunted again, thrusting himself towards me, as I screamed out in excitement, his hand on my face grabbed hold of the tie of my purple bikini, pulling it gently, just enough for it to loosen but not enough for it to drop. “Well, if this is really what you want. Then first we’re going to need a little less clothing,” he said and with one tug, my bikini top fell down in the water as I stood fully exposed underneath the layer of flower petals, my breasts pressing against his chest.
His hands lifted them up observing them slowly before he began sucking on my breasts, my head tipped back as I screamed out in pleasure and that was the very moment that I completely lost control of my body.
