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Chapter 8
Flowers
He hadn’t really touched her in over a week. She would be wondering if he had lost interest if it weren’t for the fresh flowers he gifted her every evening. It seemed as if every surface of the bedroom was covered in them. The first bouquet of red roses he brought were finally starting to wilt and die. She hoped his need for her wasn’t so short lived.
She had felt well enough to walk around the house several days ago, waiting until he left each morning to do so. She had padded through this entire house, been through every closed door. Explored to her heart’s content. Now her heart led her to gazing out her bedroom window, longing again for the dirt beneath her feet. The breeze blowing through her hair. The smell of flowers that weren’t destined to wilt away and die.
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He starts up the stairs gripping the small box in his hands. What it contains had cost him a pretty penny. But he had already brought home every kind of bouquet the market had to offer. The chubby woman that sells them had clucked at him as he approached her stand once again, just as he had every evening for the past week.
“Now, Now” she had chastised him, “I don’t know what you did wrong, but no woman wants to be swimming in a room of dead flowers. Go on and buy her something shiny that will last forever.”
And so he had went to the jewelry stand as she instructed, a shining silver and baby pink catching his eye. He hopes it catches hers too.
He presses open the heavy bedroom door gently, it swings in silently giving him the element of surprise. The object of his affections and regret stood in front of the bedroom window, the orangey glow of the waning daylight setting her silhouette on fire. He took a moment to admire her form as he withdrew his gift from the box, and stepped up behind her to drape the glittering red stone around her neck.
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She closes her eyes as she feels the warmth of her master against her back, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. How she had longed to feel him against her. His touches had been so hesitant since that night. He usually lay down so far from her in bed, she had to wait until he was sleeping to move in and lay her head on his chest. Only the comforting beat of his heart had been capable of lulling her to sleep.
She lets out a happy sigh, thinking about his heartbeat as she felt something cold land on her chest and wrap around her neck. She looks down at it as he lifts her hair and the silver chain drops into place. There, situated between her breasts lay a smooth baby pink stone staring up at her, hanging from a delicate silver chain.
Her mouth falls open in surprise as her gaze rises back to the window in front of her. The waning light causes the glass to reflect the images inside the bedroom back at her. She sees herself standing there, glittering silver around her neck, her master standing over her, a loving look in his eye. She shudders as his eye catches hers in the glass refraction. She had never felt so special as this moment, right here.
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He smiles to himself as he slips the necklace over her head, his smile faltering as he moves her hair. Her hair that had been hiding from him the yellow discoloration of her healing bruises. Bruises he put there. Regret washes over him again, as it had a million times the past week. He looks down at the back of her head, her soft golden locks falling so gracefully over her shoulders. So small, so soft, so innocent.
His eye catches hers in the reflection of the window in front of them. Those big brown eyes look up at him. So loving, so trusting. So…happy. ‘So beautiful.’
He is caught off guard as she spins around, wrapping her little arms around his chest in an excited hug. “Thank you Daddy, it is so beautiful!” She declares, looking up at him. Those eyes. How could a woman so small, and so naive, melt him so completely. He swallows as a feeling rushes over him. He closes his eyes and listens to it, as he leans down towards her face.
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Never before had she been given a gift like this. Her heart races, and happy tears threaten her eyes. She can’t stand it anymore, she aches to feel his arms around her. She had to let him know how happy he made her. She spins on her heels and throws her arms around him, looking up into his face as she proclaims her thanks.
His steely grey eyes meet hers, smoldering in silence, piercing into her soul. After a long muted moment she starts to open her mouth to ask if she has done something wrong. But she is silenced. By his lips pressing against hers.
‘His lips. Are on my lips.’ She tries to mimic what he is doing, but it is so hard with her head in the clouds. She feels weightless as he opens his lips against hers, his tongue tasting her. She tastes him. Those feelings began to stir in her again, way down low. ‘What is happening?’ She feels as if she is floating on air, her only anchor his lips over hers.
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His lips press against hers, and he aches to taste her again. Her mouth is so soft and willing against his, just as the rest of her had always been. He feels her entire body soften up under him, and he cradles her up in his arms, lifting her to his chest as he deepened the kiss.
It feels so good to hold her in his arms, snuggled safely against his chest. And the taste of her. Oh the heavenly taste of her mouth. The sweet tart taste of the strawberries and cream he had left her for dessert were still apparent there. It is amazing how satisfied it makes him to spoil her, and spoil her he will.
He moves as he enjoys the taste of her lips, seeming to glide through the air more gracefully than he ever had towards the bed. He only breaks their kiss to finally set her down there amidst the fluffy pillows. He trails his kisses down her neck and to her breast and he moves himself over her.
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Chapter 9
Redemption
She opens her eyes as she feels herself drift back down, onto the feathery softness of the bed pillows. He removes his lips from hers, but trails kisses down her neck and to her shoulders instead, working his way down her body. She makes a happy noise as she feels his soft lips gracing her delicate skin, her eyes closing as she basks in the sensations it shoots through her.
Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels his mouth cover her nipple. How can he surprise her with so many unknown pleasurable sensations? No one could be this lucky. She lets out a soft moan as he gently sucks her nipple further into his mouth, only to release it as he pulls away. Her breast bounces back into place, her nipple growing rapidly firm as its wetness hits the cool air of the room.
She lets out a deep breath and watches as her master works more kisses down her tummy. He pauses to hook his arms between her legs and under her thighs, spreading her open beneath him. She looks down at him with wide eyes, as his gaze moves upward to lock with hers. ‘Yes, please.’
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He becomes lost in the taste of her skin against his lips. Trailing his kisses ever lower, the scent of her sex sets his senses on edge. He loves tasting her. Feeling her body, warm under his kisses. He swallows as he remembers the taste of her further down, the smell of it tingling his nose, beckoning him lower.
He looks up at her as his loins start to ache, a dull throbbing begging for the release he had been denying it for too long now. Her wide eyes are watching him. He can see the excitement behind those glistening globes of brown. ‘She wants this. And I am going to give it to her.’
His ears are gifted with the sounds of her gasp and moan as he dips his head low, his tongue snaking into her folds. He finds that little nub, the one sure to bring her pleasure and make her shake. He takes his sweet time, tracing slow wide circles around it.
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She can feel the air leave the room as he breaks his eyes away from hers and his mouth makes its way to her heat. She sucks in a breath as his tongue touches her there, breathing it out in a soft moan. His touches are so warm. So soft. So slow. She quivers under his tenderness, as the room begins to spin.
She feels as if she has been laying here under his spell for eternity. It is hard to breathe. So hard, but she feels so good. Why are her eyes wet? She closes them and works to focus her thoughts. The cool air on her skin, her nipples ache against it. The soft pillows behind her head, seeming to cradle her like a cloud, so soft. The warmth. The warmth of his mouth against her. Her breath hitches and she moves against him as his tongue finally flicks over her most sensitive spot, careening her head in a tailspin of pleasure.
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He works his tongue against her slowly, softly. He is getting lost in her taste, the sound of her breaths. Her intoxicating smell. How he wishes she would look down at him again, with those big brown pleading eyes. He wants to see the pleasure there. See the look on her face as she watches him pleasure her. He considers asking her.
‘No.’ Tonight isn’t about him. This is about her. Her pleasure. His atonement. His redemption. His slow and steady movements aren’t driving her over the edge quickly, they aren’t meant to. No, they are meant to build her up.
Up until now he has been content listening to the sounds of her breathing, shallow and uneven. Her soft movements against him, not quite squirms. Now, now he feels what he has been waiting for, as he makes another circle around her now engorged clit. ‘She is so close, and she doesn’t even know it yet.’ He softly flicks his tongue across her overly sensitive nub. He moans softly to himself as he is immediately rewarded with another gasping mewl, her body jerking away from his mouth.
He waits a long moment and does it again. Again. Again. He grips her hips firmly, holding her to him, not wanting to let her escape from his mouth. He tempers himself into a rhythm and focuses on her trembling body.
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‘What is this? This is different than before. So overwhelming. I can’t.’ She tries so hard to clear her head, to wrap it around the feelings shooting through her. Her body wants to get away, to end it. It feels so good. Too good, too much. She feels his strong arms around her legs, curling around to firmly hold her hips against his moving tongue. Oh Gods. She is going to go insane.
All she can see is colors in her mind. Thoughts won’t quite take shape. She sees clouds. Dots of color dance among them. The closer she floats, the more the beams of light shine through. And suddenly, suddenly she flies over the clouds, past them. With breakneck speed she screams into the atmosphere.
No, she is just screaming. She falls back down to earth to find herself squirming against his mouth. Her chest rising and falling heavily with her labored breathing. She feels him lick her again. Another jolt of intense pleasure, keeping her from coming down. She looks down at him, met by his steely gaze.
“Please! Please Daddy. Let me pleasure you now?”
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Her cries of pleasure echoing against the walls of the bedroom make his heart sing. He holds her tightly as she bucks hard against his mouth. ‘This is what she is like when she lets go of her resolve’, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t mind at all that she is scrambling to get away from him. He knows what he is doing, he could make a nun scream for mercy if he wanted to.
He looks up at her squirming body, her heaving breasts. He waits until she starts to come down from her orgasm, and flicks his tongue across her again. She bucks, and he is finally given what he wanted all along. Those big brown eyes, pleading with him.
He is surprised she is able to find her voice, additionally so that she has used it to ask for him. He pulls his mouth from her dripping wet mound and chuckles and he makes his way up her body the same way he came down it. Kiss after wet kiss he places on her now trembling body. When he reaches her breasts his mouth moves to the one earlier forgotten, pulling her nipple into his mouth. It elicits a pitiful moan. He continues his trail up, ending it where it had started so long ago.
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As his mouth finally closes back over hers, she melts. A new taste now lingers there, mingling with his own. Her taste. He feels his lips part over hers. His tongue, that had just moments ago pleasured her, presses against her lips. She softly moans out her approval and allows his tongue into her mouth, her own curling up to meet it. Their tongues dance together in the heat of their shared breathes, his gentle but persistent, hers soft and yielding.
A deep ache down below reminds her of what she had asked him before he stole her breath away with kisses. She doesn’t dare break away, but seizes an opportunity when he pulls back to run his tongue over her lips.
“Daddy, Please?” She breathes against his mouth.
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The bulge in his pants agrees wholeheartedly with the girls insistent pleas. ‘Give her what she wants, you know you want to feel her around you again.’ his inner voice growls. He takes a deep breath, and pulls away, wordlessly watching that angel face. Those big innocent doe eyes, pleading with him.
He presses a tender kiss to her forehead as he whispers his response. Words meant for himself and for her. “Not tonight Baby. Not tonight.”
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Great story!