Page 66 of Kings of Desire
‘No,’ he casually answered, taking a few steps in my direction.’ Don’t be so stressed, just trust me,’ he took my hand, leading me to the bed.
But how could I trust him when last time he asked me to do so we were floating over the balcony!?
And still, the silk sheets were calling me, waiting to caress my body, and at that point who was I to resist? Besides, my hand was tightly secured into Ferris’s by now, who made sure I found myself a place on the bed next to him, tightly cuddled onto his chest.
Small kisses soon began melting in a suave line on my neck while daring fingers sneaked to raise the hems of my tank top.
It was all too much...fighting him...fighting the will of my body and ultimately fighting to keep my end of the deal with Brax. Too intense... too abundant in emotions that eventually I couldn’t keep them all bottled up within me.
Tears began soaking the bed sheet as my eyes tried to hide against his chest, searching for as little comfort that I could find. I was drained, tired, exhausted and at the same time left to bear the weight of my three promises. The three deals. The three devils that now rule over my world.
And it was too much... Too much for my tired body which has been deprived of a decent sleep for too long.
Still, my motives weren’t clear to Ferris, and he took this as if being his fault ‘You’re crying!? What’s wrong? Do you not like the way I touch you?’
I didn’t have an answer since there shouldn’t have been a question in the first place. My body was helplessly burning under his fingers, losing track of reality in his embrace. And that’s exactly what was depleting the last drop of power left. This slowly maddening rhythm in which I fought with my own cravings, along with the thoughts turned towards my other twokings.A cumulus of everything in between, crowned with the guilt I felt that I couldn’t be totally present here for Ferris, even though we shared a bed.
It was never my intention that he would see me cry. I just wanted to crawl into a corner for even just an hour and be completely alone, yet with each minute spent, I realized that wouldn’t be possible any time soon.
‘What’s wrong, Bea?’ He insisted, as my face was still buried deeply onto his chest.
‘I’m sorry... I’m sorry,’ that’s all that I could say as he was becoming my only refuge, hanging onto fake hopes of normality.
‘You’re just tired,’ he whispered cupping my face to look at me. ‘I don’t care about the rest.’
‘You would...,’ I breathed, feeling that I should be honest with him. Of all the guys, he seemed to be the only one with a soul- as broken as it may have been. ‘I still have other agreements.’ I know that I told him before, but I felt that he needed to know that they won’t end with my decision to leave The Pleasure Room.
‘I remember our deal, besides, I’m not afraid of competition. But I do want to talk to Vanya tomorrow about the compensation needed so that your resignation will run smoothly.’
‘I should go in tomorrow and tell her myself.’
‘There’s no need, she’ll come here tomorrow evening to discuss things.’
‘She will!?’ I was a little confused since she didn’t seem the type to do house calls, but then again Ferris was deserving special treatment.
‘Yes, but I don’t care about her right now. I have much better things to focus on,’ I felt his palms slip beneath the blanket to lift my tank top above my hips, leaving me naked in my lower part.
‘Ferris,’ I spoke with exhaustion while squeezing my legs together, realizing that I had a very long night coming my way trying to withstand him.
‘Shush, I know the limits. All you have to do is to close your eyes and get some rest,’ he pulled a strap over my shoulder, then the other, pushing the top down to my waist while I was still hidden away beneath the blanket.
‘How could I rest?’ I giggled, as his words and his actions weren’t related.
‘Easy. Just close your eyes,’ his lips quickly brushed on mine into a good night kiss while his thumbs fell over my eyes to get them to close. ‘Good night, Bea,’ his words danced over my flesh as he disappeared under the blanket.
Now how could I rest when his lips seemed to be slowly skimming the surface of my skin, searching for my tips as the metal piercing from his tongue was moving in circles to fondle them?
‘I said sleep, Bea,’ he muttered from underneath the cover as my body tensed to its limits.
I tried closing my eyes again, savoring the way he was playing me like the finest Stradivarius violin, letting his heaving breath flow like the summer breeze on my skin.
It actually felt so delicious, surreal in a way, as his sweet caresses were making me feel so special. Losing count of the kisses, I finally felt myself drifting to sleep, though before I could finally reach my dreamland destination, an electric lightning bolt that overcharged within me almost brought me to jump on my feet.
His quick tongue was pressing that damn piercing against my navel, charging me up and dropping me on the floor at the same time, sending a wave of crazed longing to flow straight from my belly button to reach for my core. I felt jolting with need as that erogenous place between my thighs was damp in fervid expectation.
‘Sorry for that, I got carried away. I promise to behave,’ he pushed the blanket to have a quick look at me then disappeared back, decreasing his actions to a much slower rhythm.
It seemed impossible, but fighting with my body, I managed to calm my senses, as I knew exactly how things were standing. It wasn’t a mistake, but a demonstration. One that was almost about to get me to welcome him to completely have me. A master’s touch, shaking an already trembling leaf, and even against my will, bringing me exactly where he wanted me to be -under his spell.
