There are so many things that I remember about the night He took me. I remember the way the flowers perfumed the air in an almost cloying way, the way the moonlight glinted on the panes of the windows, the way the material covering the couch felt soft against my skin. I remember the screams of protest in my head, but not in my heart. I remember seeing the girl in the mirror getting ready to do things that I would never do, but she prepared to do them anyway.
He was specific in His instructions. He mandated that my hair be down, clean, straight and simple; He demanded that my body be scented and shaven and unadorned, no jewelry, no clothing; He stressed that I be ready for Him in every way, to do to me as He pleased. I followed those instructions to the letter, taking pride in the things I was doing to prepare for Him. I felt honored to perform these small tasks to accommodate His need, with no regard for my own.
I brushed my hair and pulled it straight until it was soft and shiny and the light played on its blonde luster. My face was clean with only a soft liner on my eyes, to accentuate their deep brown expressiveness. I shaved my pussy, making sure each fold was soft and velvety, free of anything to inhibit His attentions. I sprayed myself with a soft honeyed fragrance that would be almost imperceptible but pleasant in an unremarkable way. I creamed my long legs, my pale breasts and my soft belly so that my skin would feel smooth and supple under His touch.
After making myself ready for Him, I poured a glass of a dusky merlot and waited for the time to pass. He would come to me before long, but the minutes seemed to drag themselves by me and the clock had become immobile. The glass seemed to drain quickly though and I poured another.
I heard His key in the door and rose from the couch, immediately dropping to my knees. I had been naked all day, but I suddenly was self-conscious of it. As He strode through the door, I looked up at Him, my heart in my throat, my breath shallow. He was so beautiful, even as masculine as He was, He was beautiful. I felt plain next to Him. His eyes a complex hazel, his strong jaw making Him look determined, His long legs powerful and lithe. His dark hair curled up against His broad shoulders. He was elegant and quick, stronger than anyone I had ever known. His hands could wrap almost completely around my waist, but they were graceful as well as strong and calloused. It almost made me grateful to be in His presence, to watch Him walk or move in the ways only He could. There would never be another that produced such a physical as well as emotional reaction from me and I knew it, which was why I would do anything He asked.
He came to me, walking straight to me, pulling me gently from my knees. "No, no. Not tonight. Tonight you will join me," he said. He brushed the hair from my eyes, looking deeply into them. His face was so sincere, his voice so soothing. My body responded to Him immediately, my pussy flooding at the sound of His words. He pulled my arms up to His neck and I wrapped them around Him, breathing His scent deeply so I would never forget the wonderful way He smelled. I kissed His neck, my tongue tracing the muscles and hollows of it. My lips crushed against it, desperate to feel His skin, to taste that intoxicating smell.
He sat on the couch, pulling me into His lap. Ever so softly, he let his hands wander over my body, gently caressing me, rubbing the tensions away that I had let affect me. His lips drifted over my shoulders, my neck. Softly his kisses rained down upon my skin and I felt as if each kiss was going to send me over the edge. His lips found mine and He kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth, sucking at me gently. I wanted to stay like this forever, to let the world end with His mouth upon mine, my head resting against His chest, His arms protecting me from the world.
After what seemed like days, He pushed me gently away, standing up. His eyes never left mine as He unbuttoned His shirt, letting it fall from His body. His belt was unbuckled in a swift, smooth motion and I didn't even realize His jeans being pulled off. All I noticed were those eyes, those deep, loving, penetrating eyes. He reached His hand out to me, guiding me to join Him as He settled onto the floor.
I lay down beside Him, reveling in His attention. He laughed with me as we talked of my day and His own. His hands never left my body, stroking me, rubbing me or gently tickling me. We spent our time together, as any other night, happy to be with another that made us complete. He ate of the fruits I had prepared for him, teasing me with the strawberries and gobbling down the grapes. We watched the candles burning down and he told me how beautiful I looked in the warm light. My eyes devoured His naked body, knowing that a great artist could not have sculpted Him any better.
