“In that case, I wouldn’t call itagonizing. It was really only a slight burn.” It was agonizing, from start to finish, in the most amazing way.
“Next time I’ll be rougher,” you said and nipped at my ear.
“Next time.”
We were quiet for a moment and then you asked, “Did you mean what you said?” You nosed my ear to make sure I was awake. “That I can do anything I want with your body?”
I was learning more and more about what got you off and having command over my body was one of them. It kind of surprised me, but I liked it, too. In a way, I was trained for it in ballet. Except with you, I got earth-shattering orgasms. Besides, I’d already proven there was nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Even bleed.
“My body’s yours now, Henri. You’ve conquered it.”
The pleasant purr that rumbled from your chest made me wonder what you were planning.
28
Henri
You began for me as a curiosity, then a fascination, and finally an obsession, but in those heady summer months, you were my sweetest addiction.
Having gone so long without a human companion made me covetous. Our time together was precious to me, and I became selfish with your time as well. You were my plaything, my lover, and my temple of worship. For those twenty-four hours a week, I wished to rule you. I felt like a king, and you were my most loyal and obedient subject.
I came to you in spirit form one evening as you were finishing a meal Xavier had prepared for you. The conversation in the room died when I entered. Your head tilted and you said so sweetly, “Hello, Henri.”
Xavier glanced at his watch. “He’s early.” The two of you exchanged a look—you were plotting something unbeknownst to me, that much was clear. A secret I must ferret out of you, perhaps when my cock was massaging your gland. You were quite honest then.
Rather than ring the bell, my usual signal to Xavier that I was ready to inhabit him, I told you instead. You relayed that message to Xavier, who only shrugged and said with a sigh, “Then you two are doing dishes.”
Xavier sat back in his chair and laid his wrists on the table. He turned them palms-up with elegance, then lifted his chin and closed his eyes. This was the posture we’d established as his blessing for me to inhabit him.
When I opened my human eyes, you were staring at me from across the table with a sweet, guilty smile.
“How was your day at work?” you asked as though playing the role of housewife. I’d gladly keep you in my regular domicile where you could tend to my creature comforts and procure the goods I liked most. I’d keep the house very warm so that you’d prefer to be naked, and I’d make love to you on every available surface. If only you enjoyed domestic duties and didn’t have such a promising career to pursue.
“Ask me something else first,” I instructed. I wouldn’t allow myself to get lazy with you now.
Your eyes rolled, and you said with an insolent tone, “What’s our safe word?”
“Care Bear,” I answered.
“That’s correct,” you said to close the loop.
I took a bite of the meal Xavier had prepared, mostly out of curiosity as my stomach was already full. Roasted chicken with herbed mashed potatoes and asparagus. Delicious. Xavier prepared healthy meals and often left us covered dishes since he knew neither of us cared to spend our time cooking. He was, in all respects, an excellent host.
“Did I interrupt something?” I asked.
Your long eyelashes dropped as your smile widened. “Why? Are you jealous?”
I took my time setting down my silverware, flustered.
“Perhaps I am a little jealous.”
“You know you don’t need to be. I was just telling Xavier about a present I want to get for you, and he said he might be able to help me out.”
“I don’t need gifts.Youare my present.” My kind didn’t tend to celebrate holidays, not the human ones at least. I couldn’t even recall my own birthday with complete certainty. A year was hardly worth memorializing, but that was before you, when time had little meaning to me.
“You get me every day already,” you protested.
“Then every day is a gift.”
