"God aren't you ready yet?" Helen shouted as she wandered through my front door and headed for the bathroom, hearing the shower still flowing.
Hearing her slam my front door reminded me I must take my key from her. We broke up a few months ago, but thankfully, remained good friends. She was and still is the love of my life. Not that I have told her that, I shall keep that with me forever. On reflection, our relationship was beautiful. Full of love, affection, respect and passion. I know I shall never find anyone quite like her, which is probably why I have stayed single since we ended it, or rather I ended it. Understandably she was heartbroken when I did finish it, but it was for our own good, and especially hers.
The last 9 months or so it turned into something unhealthy. I instigated our fantasies and in time I turned the both of us into jealous, possessive and paranoid bitches with our play. We lost trust within our relationship. Question after question followed when we had spent time apart. "Who were you with? What were you talking about? What were you doing? Where are you going?"
The soft and sensual love-making had gone and in its place a different harder game was being played. At first it was fun and light hearted, but within months it turned darker and serious, spilling over into everyday life. Then 'that' day, god I wish I could turn back time. Each time I think of it, I turn cold and my body feels like it is cocooned in ice. I swore to myself I would never unleash that dark side again. Just planting a seed of dark desire grew into something that neither of us wanted it to be. I didn't have a choice, I had to end it, and save the ounce of sanity we had between us.
I had just stepped out the shower when the bathroom door flung open. "God Nikki, do you know the..." she paused. Her eyes looked me up and down, and then locked onto mine. The last time she saw me naked was about 5 months ago, and I was sure she never thought about me in that way again. We had been out together as friends and with friends about 15 times since we broke up and she never gave anything away to make me think she was still interested. I'd seen her with a few women at the clubs we all frequented quite often, and I knew she had taken a few of them back to her flat on occasions. But now, even those few seconds with her eyes focused on mine, something was different. God I know that look, her emerald green eyes turning darker with every second. A few silent seconds passed then she slowly dropped to her knees, her gaze never leaving mine.
"Helen come on, what are you doing?" I said, lightly joking about her position. She remained on her knees, her dark twinkling eyes begging for my attention.
"I thought in time I would forget how your body looked, but its more beautiful now than ever. Seeing you naked again Nikki has bought it all back." she pleaded.
"We broke up months ago babygirl, we are not going there again. And certainly not like this...now get up!!"
God I had to admit she looked gorgeous kneeling before me, and that familiar stirring was starting to make me ache all over. No one had knelt at my feet since Helen, and until now, I didn't think I missed it. "Helen, I got to get ready, you know we're running late...what about the others?" I hesitantly replied, feeling unsure as to where this was going. I moved my leg to the side to move around her. Her eyes still fixed on mine then her arm came up and her fingers softly stroked around my belly button.
She whispered against my skin, "Ohh Nikki, you changed something in me whilst we were together, you turned me into someone I never knew existed. I haven't met anyone since you who treated me like you did, I miss it Nikki!" God she knew what she was doing, goose bumps covered my skin as her circles grew bigger on my belly. As she traced her finger on the bottom of the circle above my pussy she lingered there, her feather light touch moving back and forth.
God why did she have to fling the bathroom door open. If she stayed in the bedroom or the living room this would not be happening. My heart wouldn't be fluttering and those old feelings would certainly not be surfacing. I couldn't help it; I could feel myself turning into the bitch I was when we used to play this game. My breathing was becoming heavier and that familiar stirring was now running through me and before I could escape it and muster the words to tell her 'no', other words came out of my mouth, "What does my little bitch want?"
Her hand stopped stroking, and her lips met my skin, light butterfly kisses above my pussy. Soft moans escaped her lips." Treat me like a whore, like you used to. Talk dirty to me, play rough and humiliate me." My mind raced back to our past play. The way I used to talk to her was so degrading. I swear on occasions she came in her knickers as I whispered in her ear all the dirty things I was going to do to her. It was quite a power trip watching her get off on my words.
Her want and need was oozing from her, especially from her eyes. She could never disguise her mood, her big emerald submissive eyes gave her away every time. My stomach began to churn, and then her voice broke my thoughts." I need you Nikki, take me, make me yours again?" I could feel it charging through me, taking me back to those times that once destroyed us.
"My little whore gone all needy has she?" I wickedly said. Before she could answer I pulled her hair and dragged her along the tiled floor. Her knees slipped on the wet floor beneath. I dragged her yelping body up the 2 steps leading to my bath. "Shut up you little bitch, and get in the there!!" I noticed her red raw knees as she crawled over the side of the bath. God what was I doing, a moment of doubt entering my mind, then I looked at her eyes again. Oh fuck they are so vulnerable and submissive, the shred of doubt passing as I felt the bitch inside regaining her power. "Now you little whore, what is it you want from me?"
"Please Nikki, you remember how much I loved being your slut, cleanse me Nikki, please!" She always used that word 'cleanse', I never did totally understand why, but I knew what it meant.
