He knelt there. Face in the corner. He always knew it would come to this. Still though knowing and experiencing were two different beasts all together.
Surprisingly he was not as uncomfortable as he had thought he would be. His pride grabbed a-hold of him then and he glances around without removing his forehead from the wall. He found it rather odd how she had stuffed animals built up on the corner of her bed here in this corner. He smirked slightly. That was just one of those things he loved about her. She had that true predatory streak in her you knew you had not dare awaken let alone cross. And yet instead of pulling a carcass of some defeated beast into the trees with her, eww, she made her own form of little nest.
He heard an office chair move in the other room and snapped back to attention. He knew his pride couldn't save him now. Though some part of him had considered off and on again what his chances were if he tried to take control. He did want to submit, the thought of it send tingles all over his body. But then he realized that even without an elaborate set up she was going to test his boundaries. Over the months they had been separated she had already sacrificed so much to strengthen his mind and spirit. Now that she had access to his body he wondered if he would be able to handle it all.
It grew quiet.
He thought briefly about what had brought him to the position he was now in. He thought it said a lot about her knowledge of his mind that he knelt here now unrestrained. He could rise up and saunter into the room she was in. And she would take one look at him, give him that look, and say to him as she walked away from him that this was not all a game. He didn't want the silence that he knew would follow that event.
He had known she was in a mood. She had been trying to be tender and caring with him as she most often was. But his own insecurity and desire to remain rather care free and child-like had brought out the dry wit. He knew his behavior could be annoying. He didn't honestly mean to be annoying but he had not the experience yet to have had developed a razor-edged wit the likes of which she had. So he had pushed her until her frustration grew too great.
"If you're not going to take our time together seriously and talk with me then fine. I can almost tolerate that. But I'll not tolerate you laying here with me acting like you're more interested in playing with crayons then at least listening to what needs to be said."
She stared at him then. That cold stare she was capable of managing where those hazel, though today they were very blue, eyes seemed to have flames licking around their edges. He knew it was useless to try and play off what he had done but he tried to anyway. And that's what did it.
"Don't insult my intelligence or your own. You know exactly what you were doing. Now if you do not mind, and frankly even if you do, take off your drawers and get into the corner."
He had of course done as she requested. At the time though the horny pup in him figured this interlude would be brief. It had gone on for some minutes when he called out and asked her if she was getting all sexy for him. He could almost hear her fizzle in the other room. Quickly he tried to add that he had not meant to imply that she was at anytime other then sexy when she cut him off.
"You really should give up on speaking at this point. If you'd like I can always help you. Which will it be? Krazy Glue or Duct tape?" He wasn't about to reply. He even managed to choke back the comment he had been about to offer her. He knew his pale attempt at cheek would not be taken well at this point.
He through all of this was inspired by her though. As full of pout as he wished to be he knew he needed this. Perhaps if he had long ago found his own inner strength he would have rebelled against this. But long ago he had given up. It seemed more frugal to let others with more experience decide the path. To some extent he realized one could say he was doing the same now. But deep down he knew that she had let him decide to be here. It had always and would always be his choice. She had said to him more then once -
"No. You always have a choice. At the end of the day all you will have is yourself and the choices you have made. Never let someone take away your power to decide."
God! She drove him wild!
Just as he began to think of her as some sultry old world philosopher. The likes of which entire towns would whisper about. He heard the chair move again. This time there was real movement involved and not so much just a creak.
He heard her move off down the short hall and enter out into the living room. He had hoped she would be coming right here. He heard the ting-ting of dish-ware being put in place and water run for a moment though it was very faint. Yeah, that was just like her. Even more-so when she was perturbed would she make sure everything was done properly.
A moment of silence. Every muscle in his body tensed. He even felt a tightening in his crotch and he bit into his lower lip as he pressed his head into the corner.
"God! I'm so sorry!"
He thought.
"I need her so bad right now! Let her come in, please! Let her come in!"
Silence reached his ears again. But then he heard the kitchen door slam the way it did even when you hadn't meant to slam it. Was she still mad? Wasn't she? Good choice! Game well played! The slider to the back yard opened. She told the dogs to get out before it to closed. "Schnick!" It too was locked. A moment later he heard her enter the hall. Well. Not so much enter the hall as close the hall door. Silence again. For a moment as the air conditioning kicked on he lost place of her. He shivered a bit as the cold air hit his body. Nothing "important" would be affected because of his position in the corner but still he could feel some hair some to stand on end. In his mind he was be stalked. He knew he could run or try to defend himself. But did he really want that? Wouldn't it seem a bit odd to have been positioned here for what, half an hour? Maybe longer? Then suddenly say the game was ended. A voice deep in his psyche somewhere screamed at him-
"You're a filthy little slut. You know you wouldn't mean it even if you did say it. You want your buttons pressed and your skin bitten! Filthy...filthy little piggy."
He moaned ever so slightly. At that exact moment her head slipped inside the doorway to her room.
"What was that?"
Could he possibly fit anymore of himself into the corner? He was sure as hell trying! He heard a contemplative, "Ermm-Hrrrm." Pass her lips. He felt her weight on what they affectionately called "her kitty bed." Which really was nothing but a futon mattress done up in grand style on the floor. He had felt bad at first that she did not have more. But now part of him took great strength from and had great love for the fact that she always did so much with so little. In a way this simple yet elegant set up to her room was a physical example of just what he knew she was doing with him. Taking something functional, yet unremarkable, and putting her touch on it.
Nothing then for a moment. But then.....
A finger ever-so-gently traced a line from his crack all the way up his back to his hair line. He felt her fingers enter his hair and tug back gently. Even at this the butterflies in his stomach roared to life. He kept his eyes pressed closed as she gently pulled his head back and leaned down. Her chest pressed into his back as her teeth found a high spot on his shoulder. He grimaced as they bit into that soft fleshiness not far from where his neck met his shoulders. Was she going to draw blood this time? Really? No, she stopped well short of that. But she blew across the now wet spot. His body tingled even more.
She kissed up his neck and found his ear. Instead of licking or sucking on it instead she pulled his head to the side a bit with the hand still locked in his hair and nuzzled him. He knew how much it bothered her that for whatever reason she could not imitate the sound of a cat purring. But in his mind he could hear it. He could feel the gentle rasping against his skin. Again thoughts like this were not the kind he ever thought he would entertain. Now though there was something fundamentally erotic about such a predatory display.
She then pressed up against him. He thought it adorable how much she acted the "thruster." He pushed those thoughts from his mind, and quickly. He had learned very fast that when she was in a mood it was not in anyones best interest to think of her as cute and cuddly. Boy was she ever in a mood!
