The late morning sun shone through a small crack in the curtains letting in only a sliver of light into the dark room. Samuel did not need much light to see the half naked gem that was soundly sleeping beside him. They had taken their little session into the early hours of the morning. She had teased and tested him, screamed his name and moaned his name like no other. She had him on the brink everytime until she fell asleep exhausted.
That wasn't the only thing he saw. His eyes traced and counted the puckered slashes that ran across her back. There were at least six new ones from the last time he had bothered to check. He guessed some of them, if not most were caused by Sakaer. The thought alone made him boil.
He ghosted over each one, tracing them with his knuckles and fingers, following the lines but never touching. They were a reminder that he had failed to protect her on several occasions.
He would do better. He promised her that, he promised himself that. At that point, for the first time in a while, both parts of himself were in agreement. He put his arm around her and brought her closer to his body and pressed a kiss to her neck.
Rita never knew how good just how good that experience would be. She woke up in the afternoon, rested and rearing to go. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and the mirror caught her attention. Her chest was decorated with hickeys and faint bite marks here and there. The sight of them reminded her of early this morning, she smiled and bit her lip at the memory. She reached for her toothbrush and the toothpaste on the sink. When she looked back at the mirror and Samuel was behind her. He was wearing a grey T-shirt and pants and staring right back through the mirror. She jumped along with her heart. How did he move so quietly? When did he even get here?
“Do you want to give me a heart attack?” she chided him.
Last night he had gotten a look at her back definitely. He said, he did not mind them but she could not bring herself to believe him. He brought his head down to rest on her shoulder. “No.” he said. “I just wanted to say good morning.” he kissed her cheek and nozzled her neck. She shivered and leaned her neck away to give him more access. His need poked her in the small of her back.
He had been waiting for her to wake up. “Nice try but you're going to have to feed me first.” she smirked, moving forward, away from him and his little friend.
She could feel his devious smile just a few inches from her shoulder and she could see it too. “I meant actual food.” she deadpanned and his face fell.
“Then we can play after that?” he asked hopefully. He was earnestly waiting for her answer.
“We will see.” She wanted to do more than play but he was going to work for it. He grumbled at her answer, before giving her neck another kiss. “Brunch will be ready in fifteen.” he said against the column
“Ok.” she said, turning her head to the side and planting a kiss on the underside of his jaw. He stepped away and gave her ass one last look before leaving.
She smiled at his antics and grinned through a mouth full of toothpaste froth at the idea that made its way into her head.
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Samuel made pancakes and thought about how well stocked this kitchen was compared to the one he had at home. And how Max kept on getting in easily. He plated the last of them and set them up in the table with cartoon of orange juice and a bowl of nuts and fruit. Not the ideal Italian experience, he knew but this was the fastest thing he could make. And the fastest thing he knew anyone could eat.
He heard and smelt her coming and started pouring the syrup on both stacks of pancakes. That scrub Gero teleported all the way over here worked wonders and left the air with the slight lingering scent of honey and apples. It lulled him into a quiet sleep and he slept soundly a few minutes after Rita nodded off. He capped the bottle and admired his work for a few seconds. “Brunch is served.” he announced.
His eyes left the table and met with her. The second he did his mouth went dry. It was just Rita making her way over wearing a plain blue singlet and the skimpiest pair of shorts he had ever had the pleasure of looking at. At this point, he was really happy that they were the only ones here because he would have ripped off the head of anyone who dared look at her except for him. A bit extreme even for him but that was how he felt.
“This looks nice.” she said. He should have been happy with the compliment but he hardly heard it, not when all his attention was currently on the distinctive V between her legs. A sharp sound dragged his attention back to the moment at hand. The sharp sound had come from the multiple successive snaps of Rita's fingers. “My face is up here.”
The smirk she was trying to hide said she had done this on purpose. Which at this point was just not fair.
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The look on his face said her plan was working. The food he had prepared looked good and smelt good. She had tried his eggs and bacon, now it was time to try out how good his hands were at pancakes. And see how far she could get away with this. She snapped her fingers the first time but it did not seem like he had heard her. She did it a couple of times before she finally got his attention away from her cochi. “My face is up here.” she pretended to snap. Hiding her smirk.
Oops! He caught her smirk. Time for evasive strategy. “The food looks delicious. Shall we dig in?” She made to move the chair out to take a seat but he reached out and kept the chair from moving any further.
“Is something wrong?” she asked feigning Innocence. He did not buy it.
“We both know you what you're doing. But I'll play along.” His voice was deep, dripping heavily with desire. Wetness dripped onto her panties and she tried to clench her legs together to prevent anymore from leaking out before he caught hold of anything. The victory in his desire laden eyes and the small yet equally victorious smile he sported said he had. He let go of the seat, never taking his eyes off her as he took his.
She took her knife and fork and started on the impressive stack on her plate. She took a piece and put it in her mouth. It was a burst of flavour and she could not help but moan at the taste. The moan proved to be a tactical error. The table shifted a little and the next thing she knew he was lifting her out of her seat. “Hold on, I'm still hungry.”
“And so am i.”
“No really, I'm really really hungry.”
“Ok then.” He took her plate too and walked to the couch. He brought her feet to the floor and dropped her plates on the side table. He plopped down on the couch, dragging a pancake distracted Rita with him to sit between his legs. He then moved the table from the side so it would be in front of Rita.
“It's right there, eat.” he said.
This was a trap. One of his planted themselves on her knee and wandered up her thigh and she cursed herself for wearing those shorts. It was meant to tease him, not get her teased herself. Definitely a trap.
“You remember when you said my punishment would last for a week. Well, as of yesterday, one week is already up.”
His fingers pulled her shorts and underwater aside to trace her entrance. Her breathing became ragged,
“And it is my time to collect. And just my luck you came to me instead of making me go look for you.”
Damn it she forgot!
Before she had chance for another thought his finger went eased into her core, she gasped, arched her back and bucked her hips in time to his strokes.
“Aren't you an eager thing?”
His strokes slowed, became torturous and she spread her legs wider to rock against his finger faster. He held her down and continued his torturous rhythm. She moaned. “Please” she begged.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“Go faster.”
“I think I'll just go slower instead.”
“Bastard.” she said in-between breaths.
He went slower still. “Damn you ahhh”
She nodded fervently, barely registering a word he said, trying to quicken her pace. “You've had your time, now it's my turn.”
He removed his fingers and then plunged his fingers deeply into her as soon as he had left and increased his pace.
He whispered into her ear. “I'll let you come this once then maybe I'll decide if you get the same next time.” That was the last thing she could comprehend before she shattered into a million pieces and screamed out his name.
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Coming back to Alvas was totally surreal. She left with no big expectations and returned with something new. Something both beautiful and disturbing. To beat it down, she saw the world through an entirely new set of lenses now. One was the renewed discovered release and pleasure while the other was the even darker truth of everything around her.
Since Samuel had dissolved the second deal they had agreed on, she did not know what their relationship was anymore. She was dead sure that she was not his mate, no matter what he said. As happy as she was to be back to a familiar place, it brought everything back. It reminded her of what her goal was, all her reasons for agreeing to his two month period.
He was great to have fun with. And for once she was not completely alone. But she had to draw the line somewhere. She knew where, just not when.
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After this is the Epilogue. I think imma cry( ･ั﹏･ั)
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