Chada
"The ruler probably won't feel like much. You can use the book," his words rang through my head as I groggily woke up. It was bright out. It was already 12:16. Sometime in the morning Sarit called out sick before we continued and eventually crashed on my bed here.
I looked down and saw his body splayed out on mine, without anything between us. I looked in satisfaction at the marks that more than peppered his body, the red hue suiting him perfectly.
I wanted to make sure he got more sleep as it was quite an intense night and morning. I almost wondered if I'd gone too hard on him, and I still wanted to go even harder, even further. I ran my hand down from his head, stroking his locks before trailing my hand down his back and squeezing him softly below that.
I felt him stir a bit in my arms, but he let me continue and just pulled himself closer into my chest now and nuzzled me slightly. Goodness, he was adorable, and so hot. Mind-blowingly hot. I wanted more. I wanted to sear myself into his skin till we became like one.
He nuzzled closer still and groaned, "So sore," into my ear. Yet he didn't seem at all discontent. I felt satisfaction well up in my chest even more. Pride at my work. "Good," I whispered while nibbling his earlobe.
I dropped my head down further now to his chest and started fondling it and biting it again, waiting for him to wake up fully. He responded to me perfectly, his body reacting to me as if I owned it. By now, I could see he was awake. He looked at me with those seductive eyes briefly before pretending to drift to sleep again.
He kept pretending like that while I kept playing with him, reminding him he's mine. His breath already quickening as he nuzzled closer with those closed eyes. I leaned my arm to the bedside stand and pulled out some clothes pins we left, now grabbing them and putting them around his skin. I did it so casually, watching in awe as he gasped and leaned into me with each clip I let shut on his already red and raw sensitive skin.
I flicked them back and forth, swirled them between my fingers watching his eyes open. He didn't ask me to stop whatsoever, instead biting his lip and giving me unlimited access to him. Whatever I wanted.
I felt a fire blazing behind my eyes, as if my very soul was becoming addicted to him. To his taste, touch, to making him react like this. "Good boy," I reminded him as I bit the underside of his chin. "Will you be a good boy if I continue going again? Can you handle it?" I asked.
He nodded, slipping out of his fake slumber. "If you don't, you'll be punished," I warned him.
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he said, challenging me.
The next three days were filled with things of that kind, as if we were possessed from holding back so long. Be it when we were eating, to when we'd shower, it was as if not making contact with him would send me into a dark haze.
I even basically ordered him to sit on me at the kitchen table. We'd told Aphrodite to go away with some lackluster excuse that she didn't bother questioning for some days. He was either gathering sustenance from me or our hurried and rather manipulated 18+ meals.
"You may not do this with anyone else ever, you hear me?" I said to him, holding him close to me, possessively stroking his skin. "Deal, as long as you never do this even by yourself either, if you feel like this, from now on do it only with me," he replied. "I can do whatever I wish to you and you like it," I said as I smirked at him possessively.
Practically every part of that house became acquainted with Sarit's skin and body during our unreal haze. I got to teach him so many new things.
After day three, a strange mark started to appear on my skin. It started from my tattoo and spread like a weaving red string; it pulled under my skin every single time Sarit touched me. It swirled around my body and focused on connecting around my heart. I had not even a clue what it was, yet I only looked at it with a question in my eyes that Sarit clearly didn't wish to answer so I let it be. I had long suspected what this may be the beginnings of.
By chance even in our fervor, I had noticed a kraken-like tattoo with a tail wrapped around a lotus and some small symbols I didn't recognize begin to form on the back of my neck as well, just like what was on Sarit's tattoo, except this one felt slightly different. It was as if it was focused to Sarit's energy itself, engraving itself in my skin, attaching me to him. I had begun to wonder where Sarit had gotten this tattoo and why, but again, I was more interested in Sarit himself.
I turned from the bathroom mirror and watched him having his brief shower, scanning over his entire body, the body I had the pleasure in partaking in every centimeter of.
I looked over at the marks I had left with the waterproof black markers, the words only beginning to fade. I didn't let him scrub them off, nor did he try. The temptation to tattoo every single one of them on him for life was intense, but I knew better.
However, we'd keep the evidence of my love on him for as long as possible, with me gently washing him off prior and trying to avoid scrubbing or doing anything to make it fade.
My scent now covered him in rolling waves, the scent of my body, my cologne, my body wash. It was utterly addictive on him to have him smell like me. This was the longest we'd been away from the ocean, we used showers to suffice for now and our proximity at all times. It was one of the few reasons we even bothered to shower; he complained about getting gross but I loved covering him in me.
He stepped out of the shower now, all clean but still evidently red, pink, and covered in marks. I had memorized every little trait of his; he had 18 moles on his body. Every time, I would kiss each and every one, not stopping until he whimpered. I handed him a towel over his head, to which he scrunched his face and put the towel on the counter. "I don't want to be dry," he said in an impatient voice.
"What do you want to be then?" I replied in a smug, delighted, sultry voice, my register lowering.
"You know the answer to that." The second he said that I pulled him down onto his knees, pulling his chin up and kissing him passionately. He kissed me back strongly, with a hunger.
He stayed there making me enter another realm. Was it possible for someone to be this amazing? How was I to ever compose myself again? Every single part of him, being with him felt like a perfection I could not ever surpass. It felt almost as if I could live my entire life this way with nothing else, just with him.
I knew that feeling was dangerous; I always liked a bit of danger I suppose, because this was not going to stop me.
I turned him against the cabinet in the bathroom, our bodies still dripping from the water. The steam rolling off us in waves, he breathed in front of me with a ragged breath, burying his neck now in my shoulder and pulling me close. It was as if he was trying to become a part of my body.
He flipped it so I was the one facing the mirror with my back to the cabinet. In the foggy reflection I could see him looking at me with slitted, possessive eyes. These were the eyes of a predator, or a cat. The eyes of someone who was looking at the source of all hunger.
There was no greater joy in my entire life than I felt with him. He could turn even saints into demons to covet him. He could possess even my soul if he asked.
The way he was looking at me, with such an intense wanting, a fervent desire that he had unleashed without his usual restraint. The parts of him he had been holding back so long made me feel a different kind of joy I couldn't ever forget. It made me feel things, knowing I was finally cracking through that fake exterior, that he was mine.
In that mirror's reflection, he was staring at my newly forming mark. He did not look upset by it, instead trailing his fingers from my heart to my neck. I let him, anything to make him happy. Everything was flicking on switches within me making me want him more, even though I'd already had him.
He bit the mark intensely; I let a sound slip out while I was trying to control myself from pouncing on him further than I already had. That control didn't last long, my desire coming to the surface like a starved jaguar, intense and wild.
He paused just long enough to whisper in my ear with a sultry tone, "I need to go back to work tomorrow, do everything to me."
I felt like I was still exploding in a thousand directions. He was going to be the death of me, not by drowning but by his seduction.
"Everything? Don't you need to sleep?"
"I don't need sleep as much as I need you. If I fall asleep, I give you permission to continue."