Under Your Spell

Do I want to know

He sat there spinning the lighter around between his fingers. Looked at his phone again, she was late. Why were they always late. He took a second pull of the cigarette then stubbed it out. When did this start again, the smoking he thought, then instantly lit another. Taking a sip of the expresso, as his eyes watched the street, waiting for her. Why was it like this, god, she took up so much space in his head. For weeks and months now. Almost all he thought about was her. That smile, that face, those eyes. And now the way she felt in his hands, on his lips, how she gripped him tight inside her. He took a long slow pull, switching the cigarette between his fingers, funny how the old ritals came back. Mind racing, where was she. I need to see those eyes, what would she be wearing, why was she late, was she ok. Calm, be still, focus narrow down, concentrate on one point. You're not a kid anymore, it shouldn't hit you like this. But it still did, oh god how it did, that giddy thrill, that feeling of being on top of the world, that skip in the step, that fire in his hart. Nothing else mattering just him and her. She had brought out so many things in him, reawakened so much, desire, want, need. The feeling of wanting to hold her and protect her. Put his hand on her chest and make all the bad of the past go away. Show her something, he felt she had never experienced before.

His mind drifted back to that first time in that hotel room. How he had made love to her then. Slowly and delicately. She had told him she had never had that before, he had wanted to give her that so bad. To show her that he could be a lover. Not just take from her, but to give to her.

She had told him once that he was a mind reader. Maybe he was, maybe he could just read hers alone. He thought he knew, could feel it in her touch her look, the way she spoke to him. She hadn't said it, neither had he, but he felt he knew. But those words, did he need them, were they there. That little uncertainty, that little doubt. 'Be careful of my words, for when you trample on them. Do you not trample on my soul." That was the line he thought, or something like that.

He stubbed out the cigarette again. No more, he said to himself as he put the packet away. Still twiddling the lighter. Where is she, ten minutes now. He chuckled, maybe she was the mind reader, maybe she had seen deep within him and finally been scared off, or maybe it was just the train. Think about something else, art, history, politics anything else. Focus, what was the second law of thermodynamics. Concentrate.....

"Hey you," her voice sweet to him like necture. As he opened his eyes, all thoughts in his mind driven out by her face. He stood up, holding her hips, kissing her softly bringing her close.

"You're late."

"Trai....," he cut her off with an another softer longer kiss.

"You look beautiful."

"You're silly, I look a mess, I was rushing I didn't finish my hair, it's everywhere." He ran his fingers through her hair. Why did they never understand that he thought. He put his hand on her chest. That's where the beauty comes from the soul.

"We are beings of light and energy."

"What are you talking about," she said as she looked up at him. Those big round brown eyes.

"Nothing being silly. You're stunning and don't argue with me. I'm taller than you. Now do you want a coffee or shall we get going."

"Let's go I want to see where you're taking me." Almost without thinking she brushed his hand, putting hers in his. He looked down at her smiling. That touch, so light, yet still so much. It stirred so much in him.

"Ok, but well, don't get too excited it's not a smart restaurant or a shopping trip."

"You ...., I couldn't care about any of that. I just want to be with you." Her hand in his. Her thumb tracing circles over his parm.

"Come on then baby to the gallery I hear they have an amazing colloction of Athenian pots dating back to 500bc." He suddenly realised what he said, 'baby.'

"Oh my god you know how to turn a girl on," she said with a giggle, as she nuzzled into him, her hand in his. He looked down at her and smiled.

The musmeum was quiet, it was a weekday, and it felt like they had the place to themselfs. As they walked along the rows of exhibitions, he used the opportunity to show off. "This one look, you see this," he said as he pointed at a small dagger. "Look at the year. That's from the battle of Thermopylae." His hand without him thinking had slide down the back of her jeans, holding her ass firmly.

She looked up at him rolling her eyes, "instead of talking kiss me." Her lips on his soft and warm, running over them, his tongue sliding over hers, as his other hand pulled her in tighter and deeper. His other hand still on her firm ass. As hers found his hip, pulling him to her. "Wait he said with a smile it's important. Do you know the story?"

"No but you're going tell me aren't you."

"Yes. 300 Spartans stood against the Persian king's army, 100's of thousands. They knew they were going die. But they knew they had to hold them off. For three days they fought. They gave the rest of the Greeks time to prepare their defences. Eventually their weapons broken and blunt they had nothing but their fists."

"Wow." She said with half a roll of her eyes, she was actually spellbound by the tale, or more over, just him.

"It's important this was a turning point don't you see. There's moments in time were the world can change. This was one. If Greece had fallen the western world would not have been the same."

She looked at him, with a slight look of indifference. "A turning point, like when you said hello to me. And unless you weren't sure I'm not wearing any panties," as she said this she moved her ass back slightly, bringing his hand closure to her.

"I know," he said as he pushed his hand down deeper feeling the edge of her pussy. His hand now moving slightly further down his long middle finger just brushing against her wetness as she walked.

As they entered the next room, he finally moved his hand from the back of her jeans. He grabbed her hips. Moving her in between two display cases. Turning her around so she faced him. "Say it," his voice low like a mummer.

"I need you," she replied.

He grinned down at her. One hand reaching down into her jeans. As she spread her legs slightly. His hand worked down her, over her folds. His middle finger sliding inside her. As he pulled her close. He possiveally grabbed her, pulling her into him. His finger inside her, bringing her to him. Her hand reached into his jeans unbuttoning his fly. Grasping him. Already hard. Her hand working over his shaft, gripping him tight, feeling the blood flow through his shaft, the smooth hot skin of his head, as he pressed against her gspot.

"Say it she whispered."

"You're mine, my little whore." He pressed his finger against her as he said mine, empathising the word. His hand reached up to her neck holding it tight in his strong hand, squeezing.

"I'm yours," she mouthed back to him. His eyes looking down at her. "People will see," she said her voice so low.

"Let them. Let them see how I use my little whore." She became wettter at his words. Wanted his degradation and touch. His finger inside pulsing against her. Almost lifting her off her feet. His lips on her ear.

"You like that don't you whore. Being finger fucked in public like the little slut you are."

"Yes," his words that voice the touch. She gripped him tighter in her hand. His big hard cock so warm. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to drop to her knees then and there take him into her mouth let him use her. Then she heard a footstep. She let go, He didn't stop though, his finger still deep inside her pressing against her.

"It didn't tell you to let go," he said putting her hand back to his cock. His finger still inside her. She closed her eyes. Felt that hand move back around her throat.

"I need you inside me," she managed to say.

"Of course you do."

He pulled his hand from her jeans, looked at her, licking his finger clean. He took her hand and lead her around the corner. Opening the door to the disabled toilet, practically shoving her in. She turned around dropping to her knees. She wanted him in her mouth so badly, wanted to feel that magnificent cock hitting her throat.

"Good girl," his words made her hart skip as she took him into his mouth. She looked up at him smiling. As she started to lick the underside of his cock. He stepped closure practically over her. His hand on the back of her head. Forcing himself into her. Pushing down deep.

"Take it all whore, show me how much you love my cock." The sting of his hand on her face as he slapped her, as she took him deep, sent a tremor through her body, down to her pussy. The slap of his hand felt so good, her check stinging with the blow.

"Look at you, pathetic whore, sucking my cock on your knees, in the toilet as I fuck your face." He spat on her face, his spit hitting her square on the forehead, running down her face. His hands in her hair, gripping her head as he started to fuck her face now. Hard and deep hitting the back of her throat just how she liked it. She slide her hand under her jeans rubbing her clit, as he thrust in and out of her mouth. As he used her, took what he wanted, and she gave it to him happily. The feeling of being powerless, all decisions being taken away from her, becoming a mere object, starting to take over.

He grabbed her hair pulling her up, throwing her over the toilet seat. Pulling down her jeans. He saw how wet she was, smiled knowing that he had excited her so. One hand on her hip as he forced himself into her. She felt so full, so complete, as his cock pressed into her tight pussy. His other hand in her hair wrapping it around his fist as he started to fuck her hard and fast and deep.

"Take it all whore, take it like the nasty dirty pathetic whore you are."

"Yes give it to me. I want it all, I want everything," she held on to that porcelain bowel for all she was worth. He was so strong and forceful, pounding it into her. Deeper faster and harder.

"Your whore cunt loves this doesn't it. Loves being bent over a toilet. Fucked like a nasty dirty little fucking slut."

"Yes....yes.... I'm your whore I'm your slut. I'll take what ever you give me." He rammed it down into her hard. Feeling her tightness on him. Everything slipped away from her, as she gave him all control, safe in the knowledge that only he could pleasure her how she desired. As he held her hair tight in his hand. He came deep down inside her. Pumping it into her. She lay there panting, holding the porcelain bowel. It was short and brutal, she was so close.

Then she felt his hand on her clit not rough not hard, but soft, gental caring and loving. Rubbing her back and fourth. "Cum for me my lover. Show me what a good girl you are." She looked up at him and smiled softly. Relaxing as she let herself go. Her orgasm hitting her as hard as his cock had just fucked her. Her legs shock her body trembled. He held her close then, kissing her so softly, his lips on hers.

As he stood there tucking him self back in. She pulled her jeans up. "Oh my god what if someone in a wheel chair is out side." She said, a grin over face.

"I'll pretend to be blind. And look I've got a wet patch on my jeans I clearly can't aim."

She laughted at him. As she stood up, she had the impression he had done this before. He took her hand and scrunched up his eyes. "You ready, baby," he had said it again.

"Ready for anything my lover," she said as they left the toilet hand in hand.

She looked up at him smiling leaning against him, checking her watch. "I need more," her voice low demanding, full of want and desire.

"I know." He lead them out of the musmum past the streams of tourists that had started to flock in. Walking around the corner. He lead her down a quite street and in to the first hotel he could find. Her hart was pounding in her chest as she watched him intently. Again that feeling that he had done this all before, she wanted to be the last though. He turned to look at her. She had the feeling he knew exactly what she was feeling. He took her hand. Controlling himself. As he lead her up the stairs and into the room, as dull and lifeless as the one they had used before.

Her hands were trembling, why she thought, after everything she was still so nervous at this moment. Maybe it was just the excitement flowing through her. Maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was something deeper, a feeling she could only just put her finger to. Something more profound and deeper, than she could comprehend. He closed the door behind them. She looked at him. Those eyes of his, those rainbow eyes. He meet her gaze, never left it. That look he gave her, she felt it deep inside her. As he took her in his hands she was ready for anything, that strong hard grab, that firm wanting pull.

She was not ready for what came though. Like the softest breeze on her face. His fingers so soft and subtle, when before he grabbed her, pulled her, now his touch was so light. She felt his want and returned it. Her hands touching him everywhere they could. This felt far more powerful, than his firm hand, his touch so light. She felt so complete, she moved to him without a thought in her mind other than him, his eyes, his lips, his hands.

He kissed her softly and warmly, his lips brushing over hers. Working down her neck. His hands touching her softly and gentally. Never leaving her. She fell into the bed, she couldn't remember taking her cloths off or if he had removed them, she didn't care how it happened. He was there naked holding her. His skin so warm, so alive to her touch. He worked down her body his lips and fingers, touching her, kissing and licking her, sending her somewhere deep within herself. Her head rolled from side to side, a smile of bliss on her, as he took her into his mouth. A small gasp, as he found her clit, so engrossed for him. His tongue working over her. Her hands, both of them on the back of his head pulling him tight to her. His hands running up and down her thigh, along the length of her body. Over her breast. She gasped. She panted. Breathing heavy. It built and built and built. His tongue on her. Licking and rubbing. He was so gental. so loving. Everything slipped away. All that remained, was the feeling of his tongue on her. And then when it came, it felt like nothing before it. So powerful and strong. He felt her legs shaking against his head. Her hart beating fast. Her skin felt so hot. Her world floating away.

He moved up her, kissing her skin, those same soft sweet kisses. His eyes in hers, without a word, he slide inside her. She spread her legs wide for him, as he traced the outline of her lips with his finger tips. I want those lips forever he thought. She closed her eyes and looked away. As he turned her gaze back to him. He held her tight in his arms. Holding her body to his, as he rolled them over in the bed, taking her with him. Her body on top of his. She lay on top of him smiling, settling to the feeling of having him deep inside her. As she slowly started to grind down onto him. Her hands moved to his chest, as she began to rise herself up and down slowly. His hands running over her skin, that feeling of electricity under his finger tips. She looked down at him. Her body rising and falling on him. That feeling of connection deep inside her, eyes burning up at hers, as she meet his gaze. That delicious feeling of him, siding in and out of her. She moved faster now. Taking his hands putting them on her hips. As he held her firmly. Moving her up and down on him. He raised himself up meeting her hips. She kissed him with all the passion and fire she felt for him. Her mouth devouring his lips. Her hands around his back holding him tight as she moved faster and faster. His hips moving up to meet hers as she came down on him. She couldn't hold back any more, even if she wanted to. She let it over take her, consum her, engulf her. The nothingness the feeling of floating, everything concentrated on where they met, him deep inside her.

She looked down at him his body under hers. "You didn't finish?". Her voice low, husky, her eyes hazy.

"No, but it's okay that was yours," he said his voice low.

"Do you want me to, help you," she bite her lip looking down at him.

"More than anything, but you need to go, your miss your train." His eyes, those rainbow eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Next time my lover," he said smiling softly.

He walked her to the train station. Hand in hand. They were silent, as they walked as she pressed herself to him. She felt like nothing she had felt before. Protected, loved, cared for, satisfied. His mind was at rest now. One hand holding hers, his other wrapping around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

He hadn't had to say goodbye to her before, not like this. She had left the room to make her way home. He had showered took his time before leaving. The feeling was slightly alien to him, he didn't want to let her go, although he knew he must. He didn't want to, wanted to pull her to him and keep her there forever.

"This is me." She looked up at him as she reached her platform.

He held her to him tight, pressing into her. Pulling her hips into his. He looked down at her, eyes meeting hers. "I lov.........." her finger touched his lips, stopping him.

"I know, you don't need to say it."

"I want to."

"You don't need to. I feel it in every kiss, every time you hold me, every time you're inside me."

"And you?" He asked.

She kissed him now softly sweetly her lips on his, then as she parted another little kiss to follow. "Do I need to say it."

"No," he replied.

"Not today my lover," She pulled away "I have to go," back home, back to an unfulfilled life she thought.

"I know," he said. As she walked to her train. She felt his eyes on her, could feel his look. It warmed her so.

As she opened the door, she looked back and saw him looking back at her. She smiled as he waved. Sitting down, she looked at the empty seat next to her, wished he was there. His hands on her, inside her. She squeezed her thighs together and clenched herself imagining it. She opened her phone and pressed play. Otis held that note, I've been loving you for so long. For the first time it brought a smile to her face, didn't make her sad to hear it. She finally felt what he was singing about. Her phone pinged it was him of course. A simple red hart. She bite her lip stared the message. And sent the same back.