Riley was soaked. Half-blind too, the rain racing down the eye-pieces of his glasses doing as much to block his view as the dripping, dark brown hair that fell around his face. He flicked his head, trying to move his fringe out of his eyes. He was tired, and cold, and had just come back from the most boring lecture he had ever had the misfortunate to attend.
'Ah well, at least I should get to see Sam soon.' A wide smile crept across his face as he thought of her, forcing the day to seem a little brighter, a little more cheery despite the heavy downpour. He hadn't seen her for almost two weeks now, their reading weeks falling on different dates, his ending just as hers began, though she was due back tomorrow. As he crossed the road to his student accommodation's front-gate, he noticed a slim young woman walking towards the same place, though from the inside. He hurried across the grey, cracked pavement and unlocked the gate. He opened it quickly, and stepped to one side, allowing the girl to pass him by. The rain never seemed to reach her, instead avoiding her as if it wouldn't dare to destroy the appearance of this person. She wore dark jeans, slim-fitting but not tight, and a thick, parker coat that hid her core from the rain and, unfortunately, his gaze. Her hair was just off her shoulder, and had clearly been dyed recently.
'It had to have been,' he thought 'no one's hair was that dark, that sultry.' She smiled at him, making his thundering heart leap in his chest, echoing in his ears. Her lips were full, and her shimmering blue eyes sparkled underneath lowered eyelids. At him!
'Thank you.' She said, her voice the lilting music of an angel's choir. Riley matched her smile hesitantly, inwardly cursing himself for his lack of social graces. She walked past him, carefully avoiding a small puddle that lay in her path. He watched her sway away from him for a moment, admiring the graceful way she swung her hips, visible even under the thick coat that ended a few inches below her hips. He shook himself, realising he had been staring for too long. Shaking his head, Riley passed through the gate and jogged across the courtyard to the door labelled 'Dickens' House'.
He pushed open the door, grimacing at the state of his black, fingerless gloves. They were wrecked, the water having completely drenched them. He'd only bought them a few days ago, and now they looked more like the poorly preserved artefacts of a long dead beggar.
He climbed the stairs quickly, ripping the gloves from his cold hands. He tossed them into the trash-can set in the hallway, noticing it was close to overflowing... again. Oddly though, he couldn't smell the stench the bin normally forced on him, instead the air was filled with an almost tangy scent. He shrugged, assuming someone had just sprayed some air-freshener in the air. Making a mental note to take it out, he dug in his pocket for the key to his own little sanctuary. It wasn't there. He panicked, digging further into the pocket in hope that it would magically appear in his grasp. He rummaged through his other pockets desperately, cursing himself soundly. The smell, strangely, was stronger at his door, as if it was coming from within his own flat.
Just as he was about to turn away from his door, intending to get the spare key the office always kept, when he heard a noise from inside his flat. There was someone in HIS flat. He looked at the lock closely, now noticing the flat was unlocked already. So someone had his key, and had decided to sneak into his flat? He slid his leather coat off his scrawny shoulders, intending to barge in and catch whoever it was red-handed, rather than get help from his flatmates. Drawing in a deep breath of warm, stale air, he pushed at the door.
The smell hit him first, pungent and powerful. It was the scent of wild berries, familiar and yet somehow exotic at the same time. The room was illuminated with candles, scattered over his desk, his bedside cabinet and even a few along the dismal skirting board that ran around the bottom of his dull, cream walls. He stepped forward, puzzled, feeling something underneath his shoe. He glanced down, noticing red flower petals running along the room.
'Riley.' He glanced up, a slow smile spreading across his face as he recognised first the voice, then the beautiful figure that rose from his bed. He stepped forward again, his heart pounding at his chest in joy, excitement, love and lust.
'Sam.' he whispered, pausing as the flickering light of the candles spread across her body, lovingly. As he spoke her name he felt the thrill that she always gave him, the spreading warmth in his body having little to do with the candles. His gaze followed the sultry orange light, admiring every curve, every shadow that flowed over her. Her legs, dressed in red stockings, gleamed silkily in the light. His gaze ran up her, admiring the scanty red knickers that did little to protect her modesty. He saw her bra, the same colour as both her underwear and her stockings, and felt himself stirring as he saw the glimmering, oiled flesh it contained. The perfect line of her throat sent a shiver through his body, imagining how it would feel, how it would taste. He forced his gaze away from her body, meeting her beautiful, shadowed eyes. Always large and expressive, the flickering light reflected there, mixed with the desire emanating from her, could've melted a stone with the heat of her beauty, turned a calm sea into a raging storm with her sheer sexuality.
'Shoes off.' She ordered softly. He groaned quietly, the atmosphere she created within the room making the simple command feel as if she had whispered it into his ear, moaned the words into his soul. He knelt, breathing heavily and pulling at the loose laces. After a few seconds he pulled off the shoes, still on his knees. He glanced up at her, fully taking in her beauty, her perfection. She was a work of art, a goddess, an angel given human form. She pointed at the floor, biting her lower lip teasingly.
'Come here.' She whispered, sending a chill down Riley's spine. He crawled across the floor, feeling silken petals beneath his fingers and toes as he moved. For the first time, he noticed the tall, red heels she wore. He almost moaned at the sight of them, thoroughly enjoying the sensuality of her appearance, as well as the effort she had put in, just for him.
'God,' he thought, 'this woman is amazing.'
He reached her feet, staring up at her powerlessly. He saw her smile at him. She knew he was helpless before her, that he couldn't resist anything she wanted.
'Take off your shirt.' She ordered, clearly relishing the role she was playing. He bowed his head.
'Yes, mistress.' Riley whispered, pulling at the thin material that covered his slim chest. He threw it away from them and, bare-chested, he looked back up at her, his eyes glittering with avarice. He reached out to her, longing to feel her hot, smooth flesh under his finger-tips. Her hand swung down, knocking his away sharply. He looked into her eyes, puzzled. She shook her head.
'Today, you're going to do as you're told.' She whispered sultrily, the sound of her voice driving him insane with desire. 'Is that alright with you?' She asked sarcastically, though he knew it was a serious question.
'Yes, mistress.' He groaned, running his gaze up and down her body.
'Then first things first, slave,' she ordered, her voice becoming less soft and more commanding, 'start with my feet.'
'Of course, mistress.' He said excitedly, enjoying her power over him. He tentatively reached out, slowly sliding her foot out of the tall, red heel.
'God,' he thought, 'even her toe-nails have been painted red.' He felt his jeans rubbing against him but he ignored the slightly painful feeling to lean forward and kiss her foot. His lips caressed her big toe, enjoying the warmth of it in his mouth. He heard her moan softly, and slowly, moved his way along her toes, kissing, licking and caressing each one as he passed it. His tongue ran along the canal on the underside of her toes, hearing her gasp in pleasure. The taste of her sweat lay upon his tongue, and he loved it. He enveloped each toe again, licking lightly between them, before running his tongue along the side of her foot, and around the ankle. He carefully slipped the shoe off her other foot, before repeating the process, albeit slightly quicker than before. He was almost sad to remove the heels, knowing how amazing she looked in them, but knew this was what she wanted.
'The legs now, I think.' She groaned at him. The tone of her voice arousing him further, the pain of his jeans rubbing becoming more profound and noticeable. He ran his hands up her beautiful, warm legs, feeling a slight bristle to them. Just as he liked it. He nuzzled her calf as he slowly made his way up her leg, enjoying her hot, yielding flesh on his own. She moaned again, loudly. Slowly, he kissed his way up her legs, alternating between both left and right. The smell of her sweat and the musky aroma of her sex above him filled his nostrils and his libido screamed at him to hurry up, but he had been ordered to do as he was told, and he would do so. When he reached her thighs her moans became louder, chivvying him on. She sat on the bed heavily, unable to remain standing as he moved up her, nuzzling, kissing, licking and caressing her flesh. He ran his tongue along the soft skin, only stopping when he reached the spot where her leg became her groin. Even so, he still nuzzled her, listening to her moans of pleasure as he teased her. He slid his tongue below the tight material of her underwear, tasting her sweat and her arousal in the soft pubic hair.
'Take your jeans off.' She ordered him though, aroused as she was; Riley was certain he could've kept them on if he wanted to. With a last powerful lick along the soft silk of her underwear, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her, he rose to his feet, towering over Sam. He reached for his belt, only to have his hands slapped away.
'No,' she ordered authoritatively, meeting his gaze, 'I'll do it.' She reached out, pulling at the slim, black leather. She ripped it off him in a frenzy, frantically tugging at the silver buckle to tear the belt off his jeans in one quick, jerking movement. He looked down at her as she slid the zipper down and unbuttoned him.
'Get them off.' She ordered, drawing her hands away from him, and regaining control of herself. He grinned and stepped out of them easily. He tugged off his socks, so he stood there in his boxer shorts alone though, due to his current state; they did little to cover the bulge Sam had created.
'On your knees, boy.' She ordered him, once again taking charge.
'Yes mistress.' He obeyed her, lowering himself again until his face was inches away from hers. She locked his gaze, both dying to please the other.
'Boy?' She asked him softly, her words warm against his own lips.
'Mistress?' He heard her heart beating, as loud and quickly as his own.
'Kiss me.' She whispered, leaning forward slightly. He obeyed her, his lips connecting with hers. He pushed against her, feeling her match his pressure. Her tongue darted out, running around his lips, though when he went to match her she leant away, exposing her throat to him.
'Enough slave. You know what I want.'
