You're getting careless, I can hear you climbing the stairs. I struggle to keep my breathing even as I hear footsteps across the hall, and the silence as you pause on the other side of my door. Opening my eyes, I can barely see the faint downwards movement of the door handle as you push it. But I can hear you breathing, it sounds like you're already pretty excited.
Stepping into my bedroom, you stop for a second to let your eyes adjust to the darkness, and I can see you before you see me. The now familiar shape of you, glasses glinting in the narrow shaft of light that shines through my now open door, soft fuzz of beard under your chin. And then you close the door, seconds later I feel your weight on the bed, a hoarse whisper. "Have you missed me?"
The arrogance. In that split second, I decide that you need teaching a lesson. "Of course I missed you, did you miss me?" I purr at you in the darkness, straddling your body and moving my face closer to yours. I see your eyes widen, as if you cannot believe your luck, and your breathing becomes erratic. I choose this moment to move, snaking my hand down your body I feel the knife in your belt, and before you know what I've done, it's out of your control and in my hand. Panic clouds your face as you watch me raise the blade, and lay it across your throat. 'How does it feel, hm? You like being the powerless one?' You hear me hiss. You close your eyes and wait for the sickening slash, for you to drown in your own blood, but it never comes.
Opening your eyes a fraction, you're surprised to see no knife, and instead just me, sitting atop of you with half closed eyes. Then suddenly you feel my teeth in your neck, and lose all power of coherent thought.
I release your neck and kiss the flesh softly, soothing the pain, then work my lips around to your mouth. It begins to hit you that you're not going to suffer a slow painful death, and you tentatively kiss me back, softly at first, but getting more confident. You place your hands on my waist, and, not getting a negative response, start to stroke my skin.
I work back around to your neck, and bite again, tasting your flesh between my teeth, feeling you stiffen. You're moving your hands down over my hips, and over the generous curve of my buttocks, squeezing gently, and I'm loving it.
Shifting position slightly, I can feel the hardness of your cock through your jeans, pressing into my groin. I press my hips down and grind, hearing your sharp intake of breath, and feeling your nails digging into the soft flesh of my ass. Then you move your hands back up to my breasts and squeeze them, pinching my nipples gently between your fingers.