Sarit
"You don't like me; that's just the effect of you feeling sick and wanting to have me feel better," I said, staring him down. I felt an intense pressure building up in my chest from all the times we almost crossed that line but had not.
Nature is nature. I think we shouldn't make it taboo, nor fight it extensively. Yet here in my nature was screaming emotions and instincts beyond what I felt natural.
I felt so overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with the intensity of the wave of emotions crashing over me. I felt like kissing him right here and now, running away, screaming, crying, everything at once.
He was like a prism, a colorful radiance of colors and hues in my life, emotions and feelings I had not explored. I found myself trying not to pace, my leg bobbing in a tapping motion trying to rein myself in.
He noticed my leg and gently put his hand on it, pressing down softly to make it calm before returning to stare into my eyes.
Oh blessed reefs, I loved it when he looked at me like that. "No, no, I'm just being swept away," I thought to myself.
"If you don't like me, prove it," he said with a daring glimmer in his eyes. "Prove it how, what, kiss me and expect me to feel nothing? That's a fallacy for us; it's natural to react," I said, throwing my shoulders up.
"So you admit you react to me," he said, getting slightly closer with a look as if he was locked onto a target. "Yes, well that's not the point, pretty boy!" I said with gusto. He did that little quirky smile of his where his canine tooth showed a little, as if a fang.
"Tell me you hate me. Say it with conviction and I will let you leave," he breathed in my ear with a low rumble of a tone, his breath tickling my senses.
"How did this subject change from you supposedly liking me? I know I'm amazing, but this is a little presumptuous, no?" I said, trying to gain the edge. I lifted my chin up and stood on my tiptoes, I mean I was quite tall myself. However, next to him it was hard to pretend I was not shorter. I paid it no mind; shorter ones always hold the power anyway.
"Well, I already said a fact, what are you going to do about it, little prince?" he said, almost daring me. "And yes, you too dodged my words to prove you don't like me. So we're even," he continued, looking triumphant.
"Screw you," I spat at him. "Yes, in fact I would love you too," he replied quickly. I laughed at him, putting my finger in the center of his chest, walking forward and pressing until we were further from the door and he was backed to a wall. "Are you sure you want to challenge me, fisherboy?" I responded.
"Yes," he replied, getting close to my face. "In fact, I will spend ten nights not eating a single fish for one night with you," he said.
"You can't bribe me," I replied, inching myself closer to him. "You're right, but I can do this," he said before flipping us around and pinning me to the wall. I felt him press up against me, a fire rising within me. The Celtic type of woven knot he gave me seemed to burn into the skin around my wrist.
He had not yet gone further than that. I found myself wishing to hiss at him in impatience. "I hate you so much," I said in a low tone, pulling on his hair and bringing him in to kiss me. He pulled back, looking at me with a satisfied grin. "Do you want me?" he asked.
"Oh, just shut up already and touch me!" I replied. "Gladly," he said before yanking off my shirt with a burning and impatient passion. I similarly pulled off his, letting him watch me with hungry eyes first. I knew he loved my figure. I smirked at him. "Mark it," I said seductively.
I didn't have to tell him twice. He immediately started leaving marks all over me as if he were claiming me. I wanted him to. I couldn't suppress this urge any longer. I needed him. I needed him now before I would go mad.
"Mine," he started saying in a possessive tone between bites. It was as if he had been starved for twenty centuries. "Mine. You're mine. All mine," he continued. I leaned back and looked at the ceiling, feeling good but needing more than this. "Yes, so freaking show me how much you like me. You have until dawn. Until then you can do whatever you want to me. Claim me until I want nothing else," I said, looking down at his head since he'd now lifted me on the wall, he looked like a wild beast hearing the words.
I was a bit open-mouthed and out of breath already from the tension in the air between us. All the times we had barely controlled ourselves were now slipping through the window.
"Are you sure, anything I want? Anything at all?" he asked, wanting to make sure but almost desperate for me to affirm this because he was losing control. "Yes. Everything and anything, I want you in-" my words were cut off by him scooping me up passionately, now walking me over to the couch and turning me until my stomach was over the couch back, and pressing me down with force.
It did not hurt, I had no dislike for it at all. One word of no and this would have ended. I only stoked the fire further by pulling off the rest of my clothes. The need for him went beyond impulse. Beyond that "sick" stuff. That was only an excuse in order for us to expose ourselves. He looked at me as if he were ravishing me with his eyes alone. I let him lean over me and turned my head to meet his lips and tongue snaking its way in.
"I'll teach you everything about how humans do it," he breathed in my ear. I sassily rolled my eyes but didn't stop him. Even if I figured humans ways were less superior, it was new and exciting. I wanted him to try everything on me right then.
I scanned the room quickly before pulling away in a sultry manner. I lifted my finger up to his chin indicating this wasn't over, to just give me a moment. I let my hips sway as I walked, pausing to pick a hardback book from a bookshelf. I went to the kitchen where some markers for the whiteboard were, grabbed myself some carrots and a candle and walked back to him with a devilish smile.
"What are those for" he looked at my unclothed body. "For you, and for me. I may be unfamiliar with much things up here, but I am not clueless. Use them on me" I said.
"Teach this student who's eager to learn" I said seductively
"I can do anything I want to you and you're handing me the tools" he said looking utterly dangerous as if he might tie me up or shove me in a dungeon any moment.
At this point I wouldn't even object if he had. "I most certainly am. The markers, write everything you think about me on my body" I said flirtatiously putting the marker on his collarbone. He almost growled a low hungry sound in response "Every single thing, you may not scrub, nor wash off, no matter how dirty it is you hear me?"
"Yes" I responded. "Good boy" he said pushing me down on the couch and making me spread a certain way. "We will not be done here until you please me and until your body is covered completely from the neck down in marks of one form or another. Til you can think of nothing but my name or begging me for more" he said to me now licking his lips.
He was so hot like this, the seriously possesive side of him that came out, the way he was both rough and gentle at the same time. I was right where I wanted to be without any doubt or question.
He wrote many things, things a normal person wouldn't even dare to show to another. Things that were either sweet, or something else entirely. He'd stop between writing to try something new to me, and I would enjoy every part of it. My body stung and burned from candle wax and bites covering every surface between the writing. I wondered how I would go to work later like this, I would probably need to take some sick days.
Just long enough for him to have more opportunities for him to touch me, but not long enough for them to completely fade. I always felt hickeys and marks are normal, a sign of nature. Not something to hide. Even if I wouldn't voice it, I would let him show me off as his in some ways.
He now stood back up telling me not to move, as he stared down at my body on the couch, still half clothed himself. He seemed to admire his handiwork. He looked rather hot and bothered now, but very satisfied in using my body as a canvas.
I wanted him to continue, now slipping my hand over his remaining clothes. He leaned into me. Letting me pull the remaining off and toss them.
He pulled out the carrot from where it had been and made me eat it, remembering my love for carrots. I nudged him down so now he was the one sitting on the couch, and like a sphinx, I slowly crawled over his lap on all fours. Laying on him now in such a way that gave him perfect acess to all of me.
He did not hesitate to take precisely that chance. The night was long, full of emotions pent up for so long. Where neither of us seemed to tire until much after dawn had come.