She shivered, breathing in deeply the scent trailing from his skin like fog across a lake at midnight. Though the breath was deep, she felt starved for oxygen – his presence draining her of her ability to think clearly, independently, to focus on anything but him. His very presence, the threat of a delicate touch, a confident blow across her ample breasts or taut ass, putting her on the edge of subspace. She closed her eyes and let the fantasy take over...
She had shown up at his doorstep carrying two suitcases and a bag tossed over her shoulder. Her hair, dyed reddish-brown, was tousled and showed the length of the journey that brought her to him. The journey had started years before, gently, subtly, through kindly friendship and blossomed over time as each gently plumbed each other's secrets and hearts through a series of tribulations suffered and endured by both. They had talked of this day as a dream, something that would never happen for time, and distance, and circumstances would keep them apart. It was simply impractical, impossible; their lives too separate and complicated ever to bring them into one another's close orbit, forcing them to admire and worship and love one another from afar as an astronomer loves the stars in the heavens above.
And then...she had shown up at his doorstep. Carrying two suitcases and a bag tossed over her shoulder, her hair tousled, her lips pouting, and a look of fear, hope, anticipation in her large, expressive eyes. She did not know what would happen when she arrived at his home, unannounced, years after their talks of love and fantasy together. Her life had changed, she had changed, and she needed a new start. He had told her his home would always have space for her and, in his loneliness that space ached to be filled.
"Sir..." she whispered, eyes casting down to the ground, shoulders drooping in a posture of near defeat. She had changed or, at least, how she wished to live her life had changed and that meant leaving behind the life she knew. And seeking out the life he had described for her. The life she wanted. The space she hoped he would still have open for her in his home.
Gently his hands slipped over hers and took the handles of the suitcases from her, her eyelids closing and tears trailing down the long lashes. Her skin smelled of something that had no smell – she smelled of sparkles, of moonlight, of the greens of a deep forest. She smelled as a faerie would smell. That is what she was, more than a woman, more than a girl, ethereal, magical, spirited, and captivating. And his touch broke the damn of emotions within her the instant before his voice shattered her fears and reservations.
"Welcome home, babygirl."
With those three words she followed him into his house, eyes still downcast with tears streaming down her cheeks, and stood just inside as he placed the bags on the floor and closed the door to their home. The first kiss startled her as his face nuzzled into her hair and he kissed the crown of her head, reaching up to slip the bag from her shoulder and to the floor, before wrapping his strong arms around her and drawing her to his broad chest. She breathed in deeply, relaxed into his embrace, emitted a small sob of joy and relief, and surrendered herself to him. The journey begun years before, two separate paths meandering in similar directions, finally merging together into one.
He guided her to the master bedroom, stopping her before the doorway. She looked up at him with her large eyes, the eye makeup slightly awash from the tears. He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for the fear and hesistation that had been displayed at the door. They were gone now, replaced with relief and something more profound, a sense of comfort. He spoke.
"Were you a vampire, I would invite you in and you would forever have access to my home. But you are my babygirl. If you want this and are certain, you will enter the room we will share, my bedroom where you shall also sleep and share with me happiness."
The large eyes blinked and she began to open her mouth but thought better of it, pursing her lips closed, nodding instead. He smiled. And produced a knife.
With slow, deliberate motions, he trailed the blade across her clothing, slicing effortlessly through the fabric of her blouse until it hung in tatters. Her bra straps each yielded next, allowing her large breasts to hang heavy, sensitive nipples throbbing painfully erect. The blade slipped between her skin and the waist of her skirt and with a quick flick of his wrist, the fabric parted and billowed down around her ankles. A moment later, her panties fell in shreds to her feet. She trembled in anticipation, excitement, the eroticism of the moment flooding her senses as her pale skin flushed in excitement. He knelt and gently untied her shoes, lifting first one and then the other foot and removing the shoes before setting them aside and standing.
"Down," he commanded softly but firmly.
It was but an instant before she was on the floor, utterly bare before him, on her knees, eyes still downcast while he towered over her. His hand trailed through her hair, tangling his fingers in the locks before tilting her head back and drawing her eyes to his. There was joy, rapture, in those eyes. And an intense moisture, heat, tingling between her thighs.
"You will stay. You will come in when I give you permission. If you move or do not come when called, you will be punished." To punctuate this statement, his belt slithered from the loops of his jeans and hung menacingly from his right hand. "Do you understand?"
She nodded, body flooding with chemicals that overrode the higher functions of her brain. She had not expected this so quickly. She had ached for it for so long.
