Serene Divine

She was so consumed with her own thoughts, that she was unaware of someone watching her.
Alex, dressed casually, white button down white shirt, untucked, with black slacks. His leather oxfords were freshly polished.
He was leaning against the door frame, quiet, just watching her. His violet hued eyes scanning her naked curves. He stops and studies the raised red welts, so bright, almost alive against her skin.
He doesnt know if shes sleeping, or if shes barely on the edge of consciousness. He wants to go to her, to comfort her. But there was also the part of him that desires her cries, her tears, her pain.
He notices that her slender, biteable, bare neck. He likes the gentle curve of her hip, her legs tucked at the knees. He just plain desires her.
So he walks to her. He walks around, until he faces her. Alex smiles to himself, seeing her so calm, serence. It appears that she regained some of her lost innocense. This enflames his wanting even more.
He stands there, for about ten minutes before she realizes that shes being watched. She raises her eyes to him, already rising to her knees. Her lips pouting, full, looking soft, wanting.
“How are you little one? Are you open, accepting? Are you so willing, with that hungry little mouth? Are you always this quick to offer yourself?”
She really doesnt know how to answer. In this endless evening, she has been taught. She learned her lessons well, wearing a memory burned into her. She wonders if this is what he wants. She does not want to disappoint him.
“Do you want me willing? Do you need me open, offering? And how am I?” She laughs quietly, eyes smiling. ” I havent the faintest idea of how I am. I, Sir, have been to places I thought never exsisted. I have developed a taste for pain. Is that an acceptable answer, Sir?”
Alex was in fact, pleased with her honesty.
“Lay down, Sophia. Stretch out for me. Im not sure how you do it little one, but I just want to see you.”
Sophia rolls onto her back, wincing at the fresh stings on her back. She closes her legs, crossing them at the ankles. She brings her arms up, above her head, crossing them at the wrists. Her breasts tremble with her breathing. She fights the urge to close her eyes against this examination.
“Such beautiful skin. Its a shame that it had to be marked up in such a way. But, you know, I think youre better for it.”
She has nothing to say about this quaint observation. She feels a slight tinge of red spreading across her cheeks. She supposes she should feel a sense of pride, but shes more embarrased at her own wantoness.
She locks eyes with him, watching him unbutton his shirt. Hes staring down at her, refraining from touching her. She wants to shrink and hide away from his gaze.
He sits on the edge of the bed, slipping his shoes off. Hes still peering at her, out of the corner of his eyes. Her hand stretches out to him, daring to touch his bare back.
“You can touch me if you want to little one, Im not going to stop you.”
She reaches out to him, hands trembling. His skin is warm to the touch. She slowly runs her hand down his spine. He growls lowly, tensing up.
He stands up, and turns to face her. She rolls onto her stomach, to watch his movements. Shes acting as if shes afraid he will disappear from her sight.
He unbuttons his trousers, and the zipping sound seems to thunder off the walls. Her eyes scan his well muscled body, and rests on his revealed erection.
“Do you desire me, Sophia?”
She nods her head, her eyes lighting up.
He slips out of his boxers, then sitting on the bed, he takes his socks off. He is just as bare and open as she is. He
Alex lies down next to her, on his side, his right hand propping up his head. With his left hand, he traces her neck, her collar bone. He drags a fingernail down her chest, reaching her left nipple. He grasps it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his fingers.
Not a word is excahnged between them. He pushes her onto her back, running his hand over her right breast, down her stomach. He sees goosebumps break out over her skin.
He traces his way back up to her breasts. He lowers his mouth to the faint marks of the riding crop. He lightly licks the outline of the welt.
Alex feels her tense up, he notices her fists clenching the messed up sheets. He begins to lightly suck on the mark. He wrenches a cry from her swollen lips. Looking up at her, he gives her a wink before he bites her there.
She arches her back out, pushing herself further into his mouth. She is writhing under him.
He moves lower down, leaving a trail of bites on her stomach, her inner thighs. He licks the brusies from the clothespins. He slides himself down in between her legs.
She looks down at him, watching him nibble on her legs.
“Why are you being so gentle with me?”
“Youve earned it, little one. And why do you ask?”
“I was expecting the worst from you. I expected the darkest type of pain there is.”
He sits up on the bed, tracing her knee. He looks at her with an amused smile on his face.
“The darkest type of pain? And just what is that, Sophia? Looking at me, what do you see?”
She sits up, and eyes him with curiosity. She doesnt exactly know how to express herself. She knows what her fear, her limit is. But she lacks the willpower to vocalize it.
“Well, come on now, out with it.”
Hes looking grimly at her. He wasnt expecting her to pause, to withdraw into herself. So, he puts his back to her, and starts to get dressed.
“Denial! Alex, Sir, you…..denial. Withdrawl, begging for naught, sting of your absence.”
She rambles on while hes buttoning his shirt.
“Sting of my anbsence. Interesting.”
He finishes getting dressed, and walks out the door without a second glance nor word.