“ let’s watch a movie”
“ I will order the pop corns”
I added, she aches a brow at me, “ what movie do you want to watch?” She said,’making me breath down gently, for a while I thought she wouldn’t accept, knowing I am not interested in documentary.
“ uhm, maybe romance, love , sex, happy endings and maybe a scary movie” I said smiling like I got fingers down my pants, will go for the scary movie” she said sitting down properly on the chair
Well she had to ruin the fun, why would she prefer a scary movie this night, “ well your wish is my command” I say to her, prostrating like a trained butler, she smirks in response and I take my phone ordering more popcorn than I should
Anything to keep this mood up and running, well as a wealthy woman, living in a heaven like house, there’s sure to be a movie room, I wouldn’t imagine it being part of the interior decoration, well you have never been rich.
All I do is watch movies on my phone, most of the time, but having a room, totally dedicated to movie, is a bomb, Sinclair and I are settled in the movie room, with my thumb caressing the remotes, just looking for movies to assist in wasting time.
“ hey that one” she say, just immediately the search square thingy hits the baby sitter, “ let’s watch that one” she said, “ sure mami” just clicking it the elevator bell chimes, and I know the popcorn and other beverages I had ordered were waiting for me.
“ Hey, be right back” the intro for the movie began as I left the dark room, down to the living room, where a slender man stood, he had all the beverages all packed up, “ you must be mr martins” he said, i nodded in approval.
He smirks, I hate it when they try to start a conversation, the movie is about to begin, “ such a nice house you have here, must be really good living alone” he says admiring the classy interiors.
“ Yeah, it’s really nice,” I replied, signing the necessary part required, “ I wish I had money like you, you know, looking all fresh and soft.” He said , looking at me up and down, “ yea keep wishing_here” I said giving him the paper.
“ Are you married?” He asked, just when I was about taking the packages, I glare at him with so much exasperation, but he wouldn’t notice he got his eyes on the chandelier now, “ no” I replied pushing him out gently.
“ martins!!”
Sinclaire calls out from the sitting room distracting the little conflict between the both of us, “ nice one men, you got a hoe in the house” he said teasingly,
“ how dare you call my woman a whore” my fist locate his chin immediately, first time in years acting on impulse anger, he falls back into the elevator, but I don’t stop there, I need to see him bleed.
“ hey I’m sorry men , so sorry” he said fidgeting like a rain deranged wimp, “ yea you better be” it hurts for some weird reason, but if sinclaire hadn’t mentioned my name I would have beaten him till his mother feels it.
“ martins !” She’s calls out again,
Coming!”
Taking the popcorn up, the movie was almost half way, and I spent it talking to that wimp, “ hey what happened?”
“ nothing, you just got a new fan” she smirks then takes a hip of popcorn
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The movie session added series after series of horror movie, some kinky shit, but it all resulted a peck on the lip, a handjob, and having the most beautiful woman lay on my shoulders, I wouldn’t dare move an inch, even if it cost me my life, she looks so perfect, with crumps on her plump lips, and those flirty snores, damn I want her laying on my chest.
“ why do you have to be this dominant” it was a rhetoric quetionem I wouldn’t dare ask her in person, but it wasn’t a bad one though, having this lady by your side. And not having full access can be hair ripping and vein stretching.
Maybe I should just kiss her while she’s sleeping, I wouldn’t get the chance to, and besides I bet having any emotion aside a sex contract, isn’t valid, shooting my shot here would make no sense at all, but kissing her now, could quence the furnace brewing within me.
My fingers find those seductive crumbs on her lip, as I trace it down her jaw, I want to do this with my tongue instead, she moves a little and I halt.
She continues her flirty snore, as my thumb traces her lips line, it feels so goddamn nice, I could feel it down my toe,why does she have to be such a flawed perfection?.
“ Luke…don’t…go” I hear whispers, Sinclair talks in her dream?, who is Luke?, “ save him…please anyone” more scary whispers, this isn’t making any bit of sense, who the fuck is Luke?, her boyfriend, or maybe it’s a scene from a movie?, it can’t be
“ don’t go” she jerks off from my shoulders, like she had been frightened or something, “ hey calm down mami” holding her back before she runs away like fuckin Bambi, “ martins” she whispers trying her best to break loose, but hell no, I am not letting go.
“ stay Sinclair, it’s alright” i pat her hair gently then slide my hand her back, I could feel her relax, “ it’s alright, I lays back on the chair giving her access to my chest, with my fingers crossed that she doesn’t step out of her trauma and accepts her invitation.
“ come baby” I pull her hands towards my warm bossom, begging the lords of dominance not to bring her back to reality, she crawls up, with every inche forward I feel my heart skip.
‘Just right there’ I do some mental flips, with her head on my chest, “ it’s all right” she wince gently,
“Luke will just be fine my love”
“ Luke, Luke”
“What do you mean by Luke ?”