Freed by Fate

8

    Poppy woke up a little while later, the satin covers sticking to her bare legs. She must have kicked Hayden's sweatpants off in the middle of the night without remembering, leaving her in just his oversized shirt and underwear. She stretched her arms above her head, yawning as she arched her back. 

    The wind was screaming outside, and she slowly got out of bed and poked her face around a curtain. The sky was darkened with the storm clouds, rain showering down onto the earth in fat drops. It was as if the skies were hellbent on destroying the ground below. She could see tree debris laying all around the yard, and thought about Hayden's beautiful garden being destroyed with a heavy heart. 

    She left the window and ventured out into the hallway, trying to remember his words about how to reach the bathroom. Down the hall, make a right? Or did he say left..., she thought, turning towards the right. She fumbled around in the darkened hallway, finding no door knob. Confused, she continued onward towards the end of that hall, and turned left. This house is like a labyrinth. She opened the first door she encountered, hoping she made the right call but feeling unsure. She stopped dead in her tracks, unable to stop the embarrassment from creeping into her cheeks. 

    The room was smaller than the others, the floor laid with a black, white and gold-flecked marble stone that was cold to the touch. Two pillars sat opposite each other, made out of the same material as the floor, and in the middle of those pillars sat an elaborate in-floor jacuzzi tub. Hayden rested in the tub with his arms behind his head, eyes closed. Even with the bubbles exploding inside the tub, Poppy was acutely aware of his nakedness, and she flushed at the thought. 

    "I-uh...I'm so sorry-" She stuttered.

    Hayden opened his eyes and cut her off, "Come here."

    She was about to refuse, but she looked at his gaze and saw this was a demand. Her mind turned blank as she gingerly stepped towards the tub, suddenly self-conscious of her bare legs. She stopped at the water's edge, and tried her hardest to not look down and catch a glimpse of his naked body.

    Hayden moved his arms to rest on the edge, dipping his hands into the bubbles. "In the water, love," He demanded, his gaze authoritative. 

    She did as was told, dipping her right foot in first to feel the temperature. It was excruciatingly hot, the steam rising off of it in waves. She stopped mid thigh on the stairs, worried about destroying his shirt. 

    Hayden tilted his head at her quizzically, and then smirked. He pushed off the side of the tub and rose, the water dripping off of him and running down his bare chest. His tattoo stood out stark black against his pale skin, and she tried to focus on staring at the ink instead of letting her eyes travel downwards. Her breathing hitched as she could not help herself, and her eyes travelled down his torso, to where the water began just below his belly button. 

    He reached her on the stairs and looked her right in the face, eyes gleaming playfully. "I said IN the water." He thinks I'm playing a game, she thought. 

    "But...Hayden. Your shirt," Poppy argued.

    One eyebrow raised in shock and Poppy got the sense he was used to being obeyed without any confrontation. 

    He smiled at her, chuckling a bit, and responded, "I'm not going to tell you again. Poppy, get in the water with me please." He then left her, and went back to the side of the tub, settling back down into his relaxed position. 

    She obliged when she felt his gaze, and let the warm water cascade around her body, his shirt now clinging to her form. 

    "Good girl," he mused, "Now, come here." 

    She could feel Hayden's eyes watching her every move as she wadded towards him, hungry and almost possessive, as if she belonged to him. She stopped in front of him, the warm water bubbling around her, and looked down. She watched his eyes move over her, hovering on her lips, lingering on her outlined breasts. He stood up again, the air between them crackling with chemistry and desire, and grabbed her chin. He was so close to her now, his body brushing hers, so Poppy closed her eyes to try to keep a level head. 

    "I'm trying so hard to stay away from you, but I'm failing," he whispered, his voice low and raspy with longing, "I want so badly to resist this pull, to shut you out, but I cannot deny you were made for me. I can't stop thinking of you; your smell, your eyes, your touch." 

    Poppy opened her eyes and met his, finding raw passion in his gaze. He touched her hair gently, his eyes glowing, and then grabbed it forcefully. Poppy gasped in pleasure, surprised that such an act elicited a response from her. 

    "I want to know everything about you," his lips brushed against hers, "What makes you tick, what makes you scream, what pleasures you. Your body, your life, your soul. Bare yourself to me-" She pressed her lips on his, unable to take the teasing any longer. He groaned into her mouth, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her towards him. 

    Her hands moved over his chest, touching, feeling the muscles. She gave him a little push, and he responded by sitting back down. Not breaking their kiss, she went to straddle him. She gasped as she felt his hardness under her, and she felt him smirk against her mouth. 

    He pulled away briefly and traced her mouth with his thumb. His gaze was sinful, and heat was pooling deep in her stomach. "You've never been with a man, have you?" He asked softly.

    She closed her eyes, embarrassed, not wanting to answer him. He must have taken her silence for what it was, for he continued, "It's ok, don't be embarrassed."

    He ran his hands through her wavy hair and bit her bottom lip softly. "Let me worship you." 

    His mouth crashed onto hers once more and she shuddered at his dominating tone. She tangled her hands into his wet hair and gently tugged on it, feeling him respond to her touch. His hands gripped her waist and travelled upwards to her breasts, tracing her figure. His mouth left hers and he left kisses down her jaw, hungrily making his way to her neck. She moaned as he bit her softly, and her hips unintentionally jerked along his shaft. She felt him throb and he stiffened, groaning into her neck. 

    "Don't start something we can't finish, princess," he growled. 

    She tugged on his hair in response, urging him to continue. Hayden sucked at her neck as his hands started to pull up the wet shirt between them. She let him undress her, fighting the urge to cover herself as he pulled away to survey her body. He said nothing to her, but she could see the desire written all over his face. 

    He pushed her body up and set her onto the edge of the tub, flipping them around. "Put your hands behind you," he instructed. She did as she was told, her heart hammering in her chest. He kissed her stomach, continuing his descent. When he got to her sensitive area he stopped, and lifted his blue eyes up to meet hers.

    "Do you want this?" His breath tickled her regions, making her shiver in anticipation. She nodded once, her breathing ragged. 

    "Tell me," he commanded. 

    "Y-yes," she whispered.

    "Tell me what you want Poppy," His voice was dark, seductive. 

    She shut her eyes, embarrassed. "Y-you," she whispered, her body tensing with desire. 

    "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want like a good girl."

    She opened her eyes, feeling a flush spread throughout her body. "I w-want you," she managed to breathe out. 

    He smiled at her briefly and licked her entrance slowly, not breaking eye contact. It was too much for Poppy, she moaned and shut her eyes tightly, wanting to release the tension inside. She threw her head back, gasping with pleasure as Hayden continued deeper with his tongue. 

    He explored her with an expertise that confirmed this was not his first time with a woman. She felt a pang of jealousy, but squashed that feeling, losing herself in the sensation of his tongue inside her. When he replaced his tongue with his finger, she moaned. He curled it inside her, and she could feel the pressure about to burst, her chest heaving with her moans. 

    She squealed as she lost control, her arms and legs shaking, and Hayden licked at her juices, making her climax harder. She opened her eyes as he was sucking his finger clean of her, and a tiny moan escaped from her lips. She had never felt any sensation like the one that he created for her, and her cheeks flushed with shyness. 

    He grabbed her and brought her back into the water, his eyes searching her face. She was still breathing hard from his pleasure, and the water was starting to make her feel sleepy. His strong arms held her on him, and she could feel his length throbbing against her body. 

    She trailed her fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble along his face. He turned his head and gently caught one of her fingers between his teeth. He let go and kissed it, and she giggled sleepily. Her eyes were heavy, and the jet noises were soothing to her ears, lulling her to relax. She felt her eyes drooping and thought she saw Hayden's gaze soften as he whispered something to her, but she could not focus with the noise of the bubbles around them. The last thing she remembered was her head on his chest, her body feeling satisfied, and the sense of contentment pooling in her chest.