Cruel thin lines

Chapter 11

After I ran out of his room, I went to mine. I needed to clear myself, get some air. I changed my clothes and went out to clear my mind.

Five minutes after I went for a walk in the beautiful meadow of the hotel, it started to rain.

And little by little, as the rain fell, surrounded me, contained me, I remembered everything that had happened the night before.

His taste remained in me, I could still feel it, sweet, rich, intense. I touched my lips and needed to turn and go back.

For some reason the music of Depeche Mode with its In Your Room shot itself in my head and that hit me so hard that my breath was cut off for a brief but eternal instant, I needed to run, to run to meet him.

The rain no longer held me, I needed his arms, his kisses, his hands or I would die right there. The tears that had refused to flow gave me no truce.

In your room

where time stands still

or moves at your will

will you let the morning come soon

or will you leave me lying here

in your favourite darkness

your favourite half-light

your favourite consciousness

your favourite slave.

In your room

where souls disappear

only you exist here

will you lead me to your armchair

or leave me lying here

your favourite innocence

your favourite prize

your favourite smile

your favourite slave.

I’m hanging on your words

living on your breath

feeling with your skin

will I always be here.

In your room

your burning eyes

cause flames to arise

will you let the fire die down soon

or will I always be here

your favourite passion

your favourite game

your favourite mirror

your favourite slave

I’m hanging on your words

living on your breath

feeling with your skin

will I always be here

How could I have been so stupid? Why do I always feel I’m not worth it? Yes! Of course I am! I can attract any man I propose; I am more than a two-digit size number.

I needed to hear it from him, to know that what had happened last night was not just that night. I felt there was something else.

Soaked as I was, I climbed the steps two by two to the second floor where his room was. I knocked and waited.

Nicholas opened the door; he was half dressed, with a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned shirt. He grabbed my arm and brought me in.

“You’re soaked; you’re going to get sick!”

“Nicholas... I need to know...”

“Shh! Now let’s go to the shower, you’re freezing, then let’s talk, there are many things we should have talked about a long time ago...”

I let myself go, opened the hot water tap in the shower and the bathroom began to fill with steam as I undressed.

I was shivering and it wasn’t just the cold I was feeling; it was fear, what I was feeling was terrifying me.

Nicholas regulated the temperature of the shower water, he finished undressing and we went in together.

“Let’s take a shower, so you can get out the cold... You’re shivering and then I’m going to f**k you, because I’m really looking forward to it...”

For some strange reason, that he said he was going to f**k me didn’t shock me; in another circumstances perhaps it would, but he managed to turn me on immediately, just by knowing what he would do to me, or rather, what we would do.

The warm water was bathing us and little by little the tremor turned into excitement, aware of what we were doing, we kissed without pausing.

We touched each other, we caressed each other. He kissed and licked the purple mark on my chest and neck. He turned my body and pressed me against the glazed wall of the shower. My breathing was heavy, some moaning escaped from my throat, the cold of the glass against my n*****s, made them stand painfully, and he separated my legs with one of his knees, slipped a finger inside me to see that I was ready to receive him and penetrated me without preamble.

“s**t! Yesterday we were drunk and the feeling of being so was delicious, but now that we are sober, it is a thousand times better,” he muttered as he drilled me.

“Move, Nick!”

I was really horny, I needed him to move and he did. He bit my shoulder and then kissed me deeply, a mixture of pain and pleasure reverberated swirled through my body causing a scream choked by his tongue to escape from my mouth.

He squeezed my breasts, pinched my n*****s, whipped me in the ass making me jump and moved again as definitely only he could. His hand slipped towards my s*x and with a couple of caresses made me explode into a more than delicious orgasm. The uncontrolled spasms of my v****a soon followed me to the glory, the one I still enjoyed.

The noise of the running shower covered the restless, gasping breaths, but I could feel his chest and his heart beating hard on my back.

Yesterday I wished that some of the high voltage scenes between Jasmine and Patrick would happen to me sometime in my life, and today, here I am, in this shower, after the orgasm of my life, wanting more.

Insatiable, yes. That’s what this man is doing to me.