I wrote this story for a friend of mine and she has urged me to place it here for you all to read. I hope that you enjoy it.
"I'm coming!" you call as there is a knock on the door, grabbing your silk robe and draping it over you sensuous body you head for the door. "Who is it?"
"Room service" a male voice calls from the other side
You open the door puzzled as you have not ordered anything. Your breath catches as you see me standing there. "What the Fuck do you want?!?" you scream in my face.
"Still pissed then? Not surprising really, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Invite you in? Are you insane? After all the pain you put me through? Fuck off!" You swing the door in my face with all your strength and expect to hear a satisfying slam but the door stops on my foot.
"OK then we will get to the invites later" so saying I push the door back towards you and you leap out of the way before it hits you. "Nice room Samara," I say as I walk inside and glance around briefly before my gaze falls on you. "you know .. You should not have run from me Babe. You must have known that I would find you, I own you Babe, you are mine!"
While I am speaking you look down and realise that the robe has come partly undone; your hands race to close the robe but then stop, my god he still has the power to make me react! Angrily you raise your eyes "You! Don't fucking own me..." your words falter as our eyes meet and the electricity, the passion there mesmerises you, scares you.
I step forward and you involuntarily start to take a step back until you realise what you are doing and you straighten your back, No I will not be intimidated! I will stand my ground! My gaze however is having another effect on you. Your gaze keeps wanting to lower, to break the contact that has you so wrong footed, so unsure of yourself. If anyone had told you that you would feel like this when you saw me again you would have laughed but you are not laughing now. That little voice is screaming in the back of your head "HIT HIM OR RUN DON'T JUST FUCKING STAND THERE!" Your heart is beating faster and you can remember, no feel yourself in my arms and you so long for that even after all the pain that I have put you through you still long for that, to feel my arms enfold you in my love, to feel so safe and secure, so loved. A tear gently rolls over your cheek and you take a step forward "What are you doing here Andrew?"
The mischievous smile is on my face, you realise that I have just heard every word of your internal conflict that I am still inside your head whispering to you. Still making you do things that you would never dream of doing, going against everything that you believe, everything that you have been taught. It always felt so wrong when you thought about it but that was the point with me whispering inside your head it didn't feel wrong, it felt so right, naughty yes, deliciously naughty. You are getting wet just thinking about being naughty, you nipples are reacting to my presence again they are getting erect as they always do, pressing against the thin material of your silk robe. You have no doubts that I can see them and it should make you blush or even be embarrassed but looking in my eyes it doesn't. It makes you feel hot, your temperature is rising and the butterflies are scrambling around in your stomach, your heart is hammering in your chest, your extremities start to tingle. Why him? How can this man who has done nothing but hurt you over and over again have this much power over you, to make you feel like this by just being in his presence. He is three steps away and you can smell me, you can smell my subtle scent, the scent that tells you that this is me. Even if you could not see you would know that I am near you. Just the thought of me brings my scent to you and your body starts to react. Now, hear with me in the room so close after so long your body is in over drive. It is reacting as if being touched, it is reacting on it's own with no direction from your brain, no control.
You lips part as if to speak but only a croak escapes your dry lips, licking them you try again "Why are you here? Please Andrew you hurt me so much, please don't do this again, please ...." The weakness, the pleading in your voice disgusts you but it is there and you know that you cannot do anything to change it not while you are drowning in my eyes.
I take a step towards you "I have come because I love you Beauty, I have come because I need you. I have come because I own you, you will never be happy with another man, you will never be happy with another cock filling you. You know this my love."
Your heart pounds even faster, even harder as I step towards you. My eyes grow and you fall deeper into them. The world ceases to exist there is only my eyes and the hammering of your heart.
My touch startles you out of your dream, how did he get that close? How the fuck did I not notice him get that close?!?
My hand gently strokes your check as I step in and cup your face "You are so Beautiful Samara; I forget how beautiful you truly are my love, my Samara. When I am away from you I feel as though my memory must be looking through rose tinted glasses and I convince myself that you are not this gorgeous and then I see you again and you take my breath away. You are stunning my love." I slowly lean in and gently brush my lips to yours, my tongue darts lightly over your lips which open before you think and I enter your mouth. Lightly teasing and stroking inside your mouth, you tongue tries hungrily to catch it, to caress it to love it. Your arms wrap around me, your fear evaporates along with your reason.
My hands caress over your silk covered body, stroking down your spine and on to your fantastic ass. Lifting up the silk my hand finally makes contact with your naked flesh and the spark of electricity flows through us both making us catch our breath. The smoothness of you delicate skin surprises me as it is just as soft as the silk. You moan into my mouth as my hand strokes down over your cheek, down the cleft of your ass towards the heat emanating from your pussy.