"You wanted to see me Sir?" She said, her voice tight, her eyes lowered. She stood, quietly, not moving. He reached for her elbow, pulling her along with him.
"Do you have all your things Amelia?" He asked, looking at her.
"Yes, Sir, I have everything." She responded quietly. She didn't raise her eyes, just allowed herself to be pulled along. They reached the door, and he ushered her outside, pushing her down the sidewalk, in a rush she'd never seen from him before. She followed along; certain he was taking her to her apartment. Before she knew it, he pulled her into an alley, pushing her tightly against the wall as his lips descended on hers. He kissed her like a man that was dying of thirst, and she was the only one that could quench it. His tongue delved into her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair. A moan escaped from her lips as their bodies pressed into one another.
He broke their kiss, he leaned his head against her, his eyes closing. "Amelia, what have you done to me?" he asked gruffly, "I missed you and I never miss anyone." He pulled away, grabbing her hand, pulling her back to the sidewalk. He cleared his throat. "I apologize for that; I don't usually just attack."
Amelia jerked her head up in surprise at the apology, laughing softly, "Sir, you don't need to apologize to me, as a matter of fact I really kind of enjoyed that." She smiled softly, her hand squeezing his like she would a lover. They continued along the sidewalk, the air crisp around them. The silence welcome as Amelia got lost in her thoughts. Before she knew it, they were at her apartment. He let them in with the key he'd made himself.
He pushed her gently toward the couch, setting her down like a child. "I'll be right back," he turned, making his way to her kitchen. She heard the cupboard open, then the freezer door, before hearing the water faucet kick on. He returned, a glass of water in his hand, only one which he handed to her. "Drink, water is important." She just stared at him in shock. "You seem pretty familiar with my apartment Sir."
A smile brushed over his lips, "I learn about things that are important to me." He sat on the couch next to her, reaching over and pulling her legs over his lap. He deftly unfastened her sneakers, pulling off one and then the other, setting them next to the couch on the floor. He pulled her socks off, placing them in her shoes, before he started gently massaging her feet. She moaned loudly, the feel of his fingers on sore feet almost heaven. She took another sip of her water before allowing her head to fall back. Her eyes fell shut as his fingers deftly moved over her feet, up her ankles, to her calves, never stopping his gentle ministrations.
She felt him stop, her eyes popping open. She looked at him and what she saw startled her. The look on his face was not one she'd seen before, gentle almost caring. She lowered her eyes, almost afraid of what that could mean. He took the glass from her hand and set it on a coaster on the table. He picked her up, placing her to straddle his waist, his thick manhood pressing against her hot center. His eyes flashed with something dangerous. His lips claimed hers, his breath mingled with hers as he kissed her hard.
"You're mine Amelia, no one else can have you, no one else can claim you," he said as the kiss broke. "You are mine, tell me."
Her eyes widen as the words spilled from her lips, "I am yours Sir." She murmured moments before he claimed her lips in a kiss again.
Amelia knew now, without a doubt, she was in for something she didn't even know she had wanted. Something that now she couldn't possibly imagine never having again. This man who crept into her life with the force of a hurricane had turned it upside down, she didn't know if it would ever be right again. At this point, she didn't know if she cared to right her world.
