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We arrived home a few days ago, and other than when she has to work, we’ve spent most of our time together. I’ve tried my best to refrain from touching her, but I know I’ve failed. I’ve finger fucked her to climax countless times since we’ve been here, and she stroked me until I coated her stomach in my spend earlier. Only a few soft touches from her hand, and I came harder than I thought possible.
She’s been working nonstop again today, only pausing long enough to inhale the food and coffee I bring her. I heard her phone tell her it was time to use the restroom earlier, and sheignored it,forcing me to drag her out of the studio long enough to take care of herself.
Once she’s done for the day and we have dinner, she tells me that she needs to get cleaned up, so I allow her a few moments to herself, settling into the couch. Looking around, I think again about how much happier she could be back in Fritz’s home. This apartment feels like a corpse, like there was once life in it, but it’s all gone now. If she doesn’t want to move, maybe we can get her some artwork to adorn the walls. Fritz had paintings on every available surface, so I’m quite sure he could find her something.
I text him, albeit very slowly, to give him the idea, and within seconds he responds,
Fritz: Why? She’s going to move here before long anyway.
I tell him,You don’t know for certain that’s what she wants.
Fritz: She does. It may take her some time, but she knows as well as we do that she’s ours.
I’m unsure of what to say to that, but I cannot negate what he’s saying. Her tears the other day over my pain stem from more than just her deep sense of empathy. Instead of taking the next hour to tell all of that to him, I simply reply,Have patience. She may never be ready for that.
He sends me a picture of a little yellow man who appears to be rolling his eyes.Ugh, another thing Bel will have to explain to me.
Distantly, I register her starting the shower. Generally, she takes long, leisurely showers, so I decide to spend some time catching up on more current events. I use the television remote to turn on a documentary that I understand is about the king of tigers, although I don’t see how a tiger can be important enough to have sparked millions of people talking about it.
After watching for a few minutes, I understand that it’s not about the tigers at all but about the self-proclaimed king of them. Human beings are so fascinating. I feel Bel sneaking up on me much faster than I expected her to be finished cleaning herself.
“Tiger King, huh? This show came out when we were all in quarantine. It was all anyone talked about for weeks,” the smile in her voice has me turning to face her.
Instantly I see my mistake. I should not have looked. She’s wearing thesmallestclothing that could possibly be considered pajamas. Teeny blue shorts and a lacy matching tank, hair piled on top of her head haphazardly.
“He is uhhh…” I barely manage to push words out of my mouth, “He seems quite eccentric.” I should stop staring, but she’s a fucking siren, calling me to sin.
“It starts off funny, but it gets really dark. You might wanna watch something else?” She walks closer, that sweet almond and vanilla scent wafting over me. As she sits beside me and leans forward to grab the remote, I gaze at the soft curve of her breasts, nearly toppling out of her shirt.
She’s feigning nonchalance, but her smirk gives her away. She wants to be a tease, and while Fritz might be a little upset he’s missing out on so much, he understands the arrangement, and we will make it up to him later. Probably several times if she continues to be as insatiable as she seems.
Cuddling up against me, she releases a content sigh, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front of her. All that soft skin, only inches away from me, begging for my touch.
“What are you thinking about, Caspian?” she taunts, having caught my leering at her legs.
“What areyouthinking about, Belissenda? You smell exquisite, like a sweet dessert and sex all rolled into one, barely clothed in your tiny little sleeping garments.” She blushes but doesn’t answer, just snuggles further into my side. I wrap an arm around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, “You are playing a dangerous game. Do not forget thatIam an apex predator andyouare the pretty little prey I’ve trapped.” I snap my teeth at her in reminder, and her whole body shivers, but she ignores it and pretends she did not come down here to taunt me.
If she wants to be a tease, I’ll let her take this game as far as she wants. I run my fingers along her bare shoulder as she selects something else to watch. I do not even pay attention to what it is.
She watches a show about… something, but all I can do is stare at her. She must feel my eyes because she says, “You’re supposed to be paying attention.”
“I am paying attention,” I counter.
“To theshow.”
“But it is not nearly as entertaining as you,” I grab hold of her and pull her onto my lap, positioning her so she can still watch her show. I can feel every inch of her body as she attempts to flee. She turns to face me, presumably to express her discontent, even though we both know it would be a farce. “Keep watching, Bel. Pretend I’m not here.”
I continue to run my fingers across every inch of skin I can find. I’m not rushing, because for once we have nowhere to go, nothing we need to accomplish tonight. I can just explore my sweet sacrifice and all the sounds she makes for me.
When my thumbs slide against the underneath of her breasts, she sighs quietly, attempting to press herself into my hands. Rather than give her the direct touch she’s craving, I slide my hands down across her legs and waist, gently caressing her skin, lightly scratching up her thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps.
Fresh waves of her arousal hit my nose with every touch, intoxicating me. I reach one hand up to wrap around her neck, and she whines. “Did you think you could tease me without consequences, Belissenda?” My hand on her thigh spreads her legs open just a few inches before I scratch up the inside again, getting closer to the heaven waiting for me.
“Caspian,” she begs.
“Yes?”
