Page 16 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“This is phenomenal!”
He chuckles, “Glad you like it.”
“I love it.” I grin widely and can’t help my smile from stretching across my cheeks the more I observe the image he imprinted on me for a lifetime while he wraps my thigh.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He says, gesturing towards the hallway.
“What’s upstairs?” I ask whilst trying to stifle a yawn.
That smirk again.
“My place.”
I catch a final glimpse of my new tattoo through the mirrored wall we pass before we enter the hallway. I’m giddy by the thought it is mine forever.
My reminder.
Luka
Theelevatordoorsclosebehind us as we enter my apartment.
The green scenery of my plants pops from every corner. I continue to walk left to my open kitchen.
I fill a glass of cold water and place it on the wooden surface of the island for Dylan. She inspects my place loosely based on her half-mast eyelids.
“Drink up,” I command her. She must be dehydrated after all those hours. In no good conscience, I’m able to ignore that.
She accepts the water and takes a seat on the stool opposite me. She’s so beautiful it hurts my vision. Marking her with my art feeds a craving inside me.
Call me a fucker but I love seeing it being presented on her flesh for my eyes to feast.
She takes small gulps, eyes fully closed. Staining my glass with her red lipstick as the bob of her throat works fast to keep up with her increasing thirst.
“You’re tired.” I make my observations vocally.
She looks at me slowly. “Hmm?”
“You need to rest.”
“It must be the adrenaline wearing off.” She attempts to gather her bearings, “and so is my conscious state.” She murmurs to herself, thinking I can’t hear her.
She drifts off again, squeezing her eyelashes against her cheeks and fluttering them open simultaneously then wincing in what I presume to be the tattoo pain.
“Yeah no, how stupid of me pointing it out to someone who’s yawning and closing her eyes every two minutes?”
“Fine!” she exclaims, “you made your point.”
All I want to do is take her on my kitchen counter but not in the state she’s in. I want her to acknowledge every dirty thing I will do to her.
“Good. I’m not letting you drive either. It’s late, so go to sleep in my room. Use the stairs, I think you can manage that.” It’s an extension I added to serve as a bedroom, overlapping a third of the apartment. An open concept like the rest. “Unless you want my help.”
“You promised me twenty-four hours.” There’s a hint of grogginess to her biting tone.
So adorable. It adds to her irresistible presence.
“I’ll keep my promise.” If she thinks I intend to withdraw from my agreement she’d better think again. “We’ll start them in a few days after the pain and the swelling subside.” I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot. She left me wondering the first time around.
There are others out there, but none of them are me. It’d be my touch she’ll crave, my voice in her head, my lips she’d want around hers and my cock buried deep inside her.
