Someone I Want

As the restroom door swung shut, I laid on the bed, staying put for Miles. The shower turned on, and I turned onto my side, looking at the restroom door as if I was some sort of eager pet. I knew that I wasn't, but I couldn't help acting like one when I was in the same vague proximity as Miles.

The air was heavy with the act that he and I just did together, and I could feel his come inside of my ass. I didn't try to move around or clean myself up. I would only do that if he wanted me to.

The thoughts about what I should make him for breakfast tomorrow crossed my mind. Maybe he preferred waffles over pancakes. Maybe he would just want cereal. I could always make him bacon or cook him some sausages.

He was in the shower for quite some time, and it gave me a lot of time to think by myself. What was I going to do about my house? My things? My work? I needed to do something. I would need to bring it up to Miles soon, although I'd have to ask for his permission first of course.

I laid on the bed, deep in thought until I heard the click of the bathroom's door. The door swung open, and Miles stepped out, wearing a bathrobe, his face sleek from the recent shower. He smiled at me, and he beckoned with a finger.

I scrambled off of the bed, and I came close to him, standing close enough so that he could grab me. My body trembled in anticipation. Then, I blinked in shock as he shoved a towel in my hand.

"Shower. I don't want cumstains on my bed. Got it, my sweet slut?"

"Y-yes Miles." I nodded hastily, and I stepped into the bathroom. I jumped as I felt him slap my sore ass. He laughed, and he jumped onto his bed. He grabbed an iPad off of his left nightstand, and he began playing some sort of game by himself. I closed the bathroom door, and I stepped into the bathroom. The mirror was still fogged up.

I traced the bruises on my back after wiping the mirror to see myself. I was still blushing even though he couldn't see me any longer. My nipples were red and still hard, sensitive from him gnawing on them early, even if it was just for a moment or two. I tweaked them as I stepped into the shower, and I turned on the water, letting it wash away the sweat covering my body.

I used the available shampoo and conditioner, and I scrubbed myself clean. I felt clean, but I also felt dirty. It was an odd sensation, but it felt good because it was finally Miles that made me feel dirty. Other men had done it before. They were rough, but they didn't have the same effect on me as he did.

Miles was on my mind as I left the shower. I put on one of the spare bathrobes, and I left my hair as it was, letting it dry on its own. Then, I thought better of that. He might get mad if I got his sheets wet. I used the towel he gave me, and I dried my hair with it for about a minute straight, trying to get all of the water out of my hair.

I sprayed one of his perfumes on my neck, and I sprayed a little on my head as well. It looked a bit feminine. Perhaps one of the women that he slept with left it over once. I did up my hair in a bit more feminine of a manner, brushing it out so it curled down my nape and down either side of my face.

Then, I exited the bathroom. He glanced over as I opened the door, and he cleared some space for me on the bed, moving over slightly. He pat the empty space next to him, waiting for me to come over. I came over, and I laid down next to him. I put my head on his arm, and I snuck a glance at what he was doing on his iPad. He was watching YouTube.

He kissed the top of my head, catching me by surprise, and I nuzzled against him, pushing my head against his shoulder. I got comfortable underneath the covers. My hair was already getting messy, but it didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that he was happy. I wanted to make him comfortable.

Eventually, he turned onto his side, and he whispered for me to turn to my side as well. I did as he instructed, and I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me close to him, and he kissed my ear.

I leaned into his every touch, and I felt him reach up and begin to tweak my nipples. I exhaled softly, and I let out a big sigh. He withdrew his hand, and he put it over my mouth softly. He pulled the bathrobe off of my shoulders, exposing my body to him once more. Then, he began to rub my back. His hand made me jerk in pleasure as he found the zones of my body that provoked the most pleasure.

Then, I felt his cock push against my asshole again. I was still sore, but I wanted to make him happy. Making him happy made me happy as well. It was an odd feeling. Not everyone would understand. But not everyone needed to. I was his. He owned my mind, my body, and my soul.

His cock pushed into me with a gentleness that I wasn't used to. He softly kissed my neck, and he tweaked my nipples again. Then, he continued to thrust into me, fucking me slowly. I was drunk off of the pleasure shortly, moaning and gripping the sheets that wrapped around both of us.

It was like he was driving me crazy. It was like he was making me into some sort of cock hungry slut. But that's exactly what I wanted from him. I pushed my ass back onto his cock, grinding against him hungrily.

He gripped my ass cheeks tightly with his hands, and he brought his head very close to my neck, licking me. His tongue was like electricity against my skin, provoking my softest most delicate moan. He ate the moan up. By now, I could tell he was smiling. He was happy about what he was doing to me.

I felt like I was off my rocker. I was going crazy in his grasp as he slowly fucked me. This was different than the rougher sex. The teasing was much more intense, and his cock slowly prodded my prostate rather than slamming into it, generating a completely different kind of pleasure. I was going crazy.

But, as we came in unison, I realized something. So what if I was going crazy, Miles was proof that the best people are crazy. He was drawing me deeper and deeper into his grasp.

He pulled out just before he would've come inside of me, and he brought his hand close to my mouth. I looked at in confusion, and then he whispered something into my ear. Something that made my entire body shiver.

"Lick my hand clean of my cum." He turned me around so I could face him, and he put his hand against my mouth expectantly. I started licking him like a dog licking its owner's leg, and he smiled at me. I could tell there was an air of condensation in the stare, but I didn't care, licking away at the come like it was going to provide me some sort of sustenance.

He pat my head, and he pulled me close, fixing the bathrobe around me once more. I rested my head on his chest as we laid together in silence. His hand brushed my hair around, tugging on strands occasionally and making me make hushed murmurs against his still-exposed chest. He fixed his bathrobe, adjusting for a moment. Then, he drifted off to sleep. I soon followed, destined to follow him everywhere.