Page 42 of Teddy Bear

- Okay guys, this was a really amazing evening! As you know, Lizzy is an incredibly gifted dancer, and we are beyond grateful that she decided to share some of her gift with us tonight. However, it is quite late now, and it’s time to rest…

Another loud round of applause, along with shouts of enraged and excited men breaks out.

I still have it in me.

One tiny crumb, a spark, which is enough to set an entire forest on fire, the entire globe if necessary.

Danny's good night is drowned out by excited shouts.

Olivia stays to see off the newly warmed guests with awakened desire while Danny carries me upstairs in his arms and leads me into his office.

A small click indicates that the door is locked.

He lowers me to the very floor, right next to the threshold, while he reclines on the leather armchair across the way.

He does not turn on the light; the entire spacious cabinet is in complete darkness.

- What was this supposed to mean?

I sit on the floor watching the darkness flicker around my body; I have the impression that I am completely covered with some magnetic, violet-purple mist.

- Haven't you drunk enough?

I reply with a giggle as Danny angrily places the whiskey glass he just poured himself on the table.

-Lizzie!

His voice is steely, calm, and sharp at the same time - he demands unreservedly, now and immediately - absolute submission and surrender, and I obey, carried by a trembling, purple mist, because at the end of an evening like this, all I want is to be safe in his embrace.

-Sorry...

I drop to my knees and approach him on all fours.

I crawl to him, wanting him desperately. I'm a dog begging for his master's mercy; I need his safe and firm arms to keep me calm and sober - I'm desperate, helpless; without him, I'm nothing, he's all I have, and all I want, and I'd crawl to death to reach the oasis of his tenderness.

I approach him, crawling on my knees, standing still by his feet as his fingers find their way to my messy hair. I surrender to that fragile touch; I close my eyes; it's time.

-That's right, Lizzie. And now, you will only hear my voice…

I take a deep breath as Danny's thumb slides over my cheek and lower jaw to my pouty lips.

-Which leads you across...

✦ 🧸 ✦

The sky above my head is bright pink, with honeyed hues of the sun setting behind soft, bright white clouds. I think that I have never seen such a beautiful sunset in my life.

It's warm and peaceful and wonderful - I'm in a garden full of flowers, the intoxicating scents wafting all around and filling my heaving lungs to absorb as much of the sweet scent as possible.

I walk, looking at the colorful, purple, red, blue, pink, white, and orange heads and buds of blooming roses - shining, bathed in fresh dew, and the light of the sun and the pink sky spills in tiny water droplets.

Danny orders me to unbutton his pants and lightly touch the tip of his cock with my tongue.

I walk further, through a rose garden, an almost heavenly garden, when I realize that this is a greenhouse, tall and beautiful, old-fashioned, elegant and a little neglected, in which grow the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen.

The roof of the greenhouse is open, and I have a wide-open view of the pink, purple sky as the most peaceful rose scents fill my nostrils.

A feeling of grace and bliss spreads through my body - how is it possible that such a beautiful place even exists?