His way: Closed Thread

[BlueCollarGirl]

Marina froze as he pared her jeans from her skin. Every movement, every touch, every glance filled her with a longing she hated. Her eyes, undulating like the ocean with unshed tears, could not break away from his.

And that word...he told her it meant "angel", but it only now clicked that it was Greek. The cross, still dangling between her bare breasts, reminded her of the few months her family attended a Greek church. Everything had been strange, with different tunes to the hymns and weird traditions. But there had been a giant icon of Michael, and the priest often offered the prayer to the angel in Greek.

Even fully dressed, the vampire seemed angelic. Nude, he looked like a carved marble statue. Except, so far as she learned, angels did not stare up at women with that heat in their eyes. His breath whispered between her thighs as his nose nearly brushed against her clit. He was speaking, but she could no longer concentrate on the words as his nimble fingers rolled her panties down her hips. She couldn't step out of them, so he lifted her feet out of them for her.

He rose, a pillar of stone, and tightened his arm around her waist. The fabric of his suit brushed her already hard nipples, making her so aware of her vulnerability. As he tilted his head towards hers, his other hand snaked into hair. He yanked her head back, her mouth and neck now exposed to him. She tried to squirm, to pull away, but like those statues, he was immovable.

And yet, he stopped mere inches from her lips. No, he wouldn't force her. He had said as much already. She knew he wanted her to vacillate, to give in. Her mind wanted her to run and fight and scream at him. But her body, it remembered how his body felt on hers, inside hers. And it had been weeks since he'd last fucked her.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she lifted up and closed the gap between their lips. The cross burned against her own skin, a reminder of what she had chosen.

 

[The_gladiator]

He stopped just shy of kissing her. It was a calculated manipulation. He made it quite clear what he wanted, what he expected with the one arm around her waist, the other twined in the long locks. However, he would not take her. He would intimidate, seduce, manipulate, but he did not get off on rape.

Then the most beautiful thing happened. She closed her eyes and leaned up to close the gap to kiss him. She gave in. It was all the consent he needed. Her closed eyes hid the self-satisfied smile from her. Though he had schooled the expression by the time he claimed her lips.

He was forceful, controlled passion. There was nothing chaotic about how he kissed her. It was like how he had pursued her, implacable. His tongue parted her lips and swept into her mouth. He demanded her surrender. He knew how she liked to be kissed, what she wanted and he was confident he could give that to her.

His hand slid slowly up her spine, fingertips caressing in small circles. The other hand slid deeper into the hair, close to her scalp, where he could pull her hair harder without risk of hurting her or the hair, so that it would be felt as pressure not pain.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

It was always about control, who had it and who gave it. Marina had tried to take it back, to go live her life away from the dangerous being that held her fast. She wanted to be the ruler of her own fate, to rise and fall in the realm of sunshine and mundane work and maybe family. But Andre was a force unto himself. His mastery of the world around him was nearly total, and that included her.

Now that she had broken, he claimed her mouth. Soon, she was sure, he would claim the rest of her. And if she was honest with herself, she liked the perfect control he maintained. Though his kiss was ardent, he didn't devour her. Rather, he led and she followed. The hand wrapped in her hair kept a tight grip there, reminding her who was in charge.

The kiss stretched until she moaned, her hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket. She knew he was playing with how she felt - while he might not be able to touch some parts of her mind, he had always been able to make her body feel what he wanted it to. As she shifted, her taut nipples begged for him to lick them. Her pussy throbbed as her hips rocked against him as best they could, desperate for more.

She had always known in an academic sort of way that Andre could be dangerous. But now, having witnessed it with her own two eyes, Marina found this moment of capture more arousing than she wanted. She was literally trapped in his arms, which he could crush her into literal dust, and it shamed her how turned on she was.

That didn't stop that caged bird flutter of her heart, though. The adrenaline returned as she ran her tongue along his fangs. As she began to grow lightheaded, he broke the kiss. "Andre, please." She was too addled to know what she was asking for, only knowing that whatever it was, he could grant it. Her eyes searched his, pleading and afraid

 

[The_gladiator]

His control was less than perfect. Oh, to an outsider that fact might have been missed, but it had to be clear to her. As her tongue ventured back into his mouth, they met the prick of his fangs. They had descended, his hunger for overriding his perfect control of his body.

His fangs were retractable, not quite like a snake, but it in some way they would lengthen to feed. Though he had fed this night already, his hunger for—a hunger that took more than one form—beat at him and his control was slipping. However, the lowering of his fangs was the only clue.

She outwardly did not react to that knowledge anymore than she did to his kiss alone. It was nothing new to her, his hunger for her often had his body reacting for her in many ways it normally might not.

As she voiced her plea, he slid his arm from around her waist, down her hip and then he was there, his palm pressing to her sex, cupping her. As he buried his head against her throat, lips playing across the tender flesh there, he curved two fingers to press between her already moist folds. Sliding the length of her, caressing and teasing every inch of the outer part of her body, not quite entering her, yet, a sensual teasing touch. His fingers teased yet also demanded—demanded her surrender.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

Marina's face burned, ashamed of how damp his fingers found her. But her hips acted of their own accord as she buried her face into his shoulder. He teased her, played with her, excited her towards a point where words could no longer form. Want boiled in every fiber of her being.

As his fingers taunted her, his mouth slid down along her neck. Her heart pounded harder, as if begging for more attention. His tongue flickered across her pulse, which brought back the fear with her desire. If she wanted those fingers inside her, he wanted to penetrate her another way.

In that moment, she hesitated. She wished she had a moment to step back and gather her thoughts. But he gave her no chance for such things. She didn't know if he sensed her sudden equivocation or he smelled it on her neck, but the tip of one finger caressed her hot, hard nub just so and she nearly melted in his arms. Unable to take the teasing any longer, she whispered, "Do it. Put me out of my misery. Please," the last coming out as a harsh groan.

 

[The_gladiator]

He teased her, played with her, held her on the edge. He traced his tongue over her pulse once, twice thrice. He felt her tense as he did that. He chose that second to let the pad of his middle finger caress over the bundle of nerves that was her clit. The shutter with that stroke of his finger was pleasure again not just fear.

Then it happened, she begged for more. He had thought to punish her by not putting her under when her fed. He had her body needy enough the pain would probably be pleasure for her. But she had asked for it, begged even. She hadn’t been clear what she was begging for, but he knew.

He tugged her hair sharply so her eyes were forced to meet his again, his eyes meeting hers. He could have also put her under without the gaze, but the eye contact was easier and also increased the intimacy. His will pressed against her mental shields until he slipped in. He took the world away just enough so she felt like the edges of her surroundings were unclear, not quite twilighting her but helping her relax.

As he felt her muscles start to go limp with relaxation as she gave herself to his mind control, he returned his lips to her neck. He had done nothing to deaden her tactile senses, in fact may have enhanced them a bit. His tongue swirled again. Once, twice, thrice. Just as his fangs pierced her neck his two fingers slid up inside her fully, pressing his palm to her sensitive clit.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

She sank as his mind subsumed hers. Even when his face turned from hers, the world slid from color to a rich sepia tone. It was, her wandering mind noted, the same shade of brown as his eyes. Was that from his eyes seeing through hers?

She floated in that bubble, losing touch with time. His tongue against her neck made her shiver. That finger against her clit slid closer to her center, eased by arousal. Another finger joined it at the edge as Andre's mouth widened and...

Her eyes widened as she gasped at the intrusions in her neck and pussy. After the initial pain of his teeth piercing her flesh, his lips and tongue against her skin soothed he ache away. Thank God for his strength because she could not have stood on her own. Her hips rocked against his palm in time with his mouth's sucking. She gripped the probing fingers inside her as they drove her higher and higher.

She felt herself making noises but couldn't tell what they were. And, through it all, his mind was still sliding through hers.

 

[The_gladiator]

Andre held her, felt the delectable taste of her blood flow into him. He sipped at her slowly, like a fine wine. She did not have a lot to give this night. Nor did he require much. He just wanted that bond, the flavor he had craved. He growled low against her skin as he almost purred. A predator that had gotten its prey.

He could hear her moans, soft noises of need. He could tell he was pushing her higher and higher. It would not be long now. He did not need to order her to orgasm. Her mind belonged to him in that moment, and she would just spill over the edge when she was ready.

He loved to look deep into her eyes and order her to cum for him, encourage her, watch it build and fill her eyes. He liked this also, knowing that she in this state could not fight her release, that it would just wash over her unexpectedly. If he did it right it could happen to her over and over again. However, he wouldn’t keep her under long this time. He preferred her awake. There was just no fear in this state, no fight, none of her trademark fire. She was just granted bliss, and that got boring after a while.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

The haze of lust threatened to drown her. Every nerve in her body sizzled as he drank from her. She didn't worry right then if he might grow overeager and take too much. Or that he might throttle her as he had Kyle when he finished. All of her instinctual terror was muted by the digits invading her.

Her fight was locked away for now, but it would creep back later, furious that she enjoyed dancing on his fingertips like some brainless marionette. No, now it was pure pleasure, and when she finally came, she cried out and clung onto him. On and on the orgasm went, tears tumbling from her clenched eyes at how powerful it was.

When she finally began to come back down, she felt as trembly as she had after fleeing him in the woods. Her eyes fluttered open to find him gazing down at her, a satisfied look on his face, and then withdrawing from her body and mind. Though he was gentle enough in the process, all of her remaining strength fled and she sank to the marble tiles, where she rested her head against his knees, a penitent seeking absolution for the crime of running away.

 

[The_gladiator]

He sipped from her until her orgasm washed through her. He closed the pinpricks with a flick of his tongue, the healing agent in his saliva leaving no mark behind. He was able to watch her face. It clenched in the most delicious expression of release as she teetered on the edge before spilling over. Her body Hung there for a moment, a rollercoaster at the top of the hill before plunging down into the unknown.

He would never grow tired of watching her go over the edge. It was a rush for him, knowing he could give her that amount of pleasure. She could pretend she didn’t want him, but she did. He could make her body do things that no other could.

Her eyes met his and he smiled at the almost bemused expression that she wore as he relinquished control of her mind to her. He watched that awareness fill her eyes. The awareness of what she had let him do to her filled her eyes.

That was when he withdrew his hand, idly licking his fingers clean as she slumped to the floor. The taste of her sex mingling with the taste of her blood on his tongue.

She wept hot tears of release, pressing her face against his knees in supplication as she lay in a puddle at his feet. He had had every intension of ordering her to strip him next, but that action told him that for now she would not be useful to him in that capacity unless he wished to use more force than he had planned on this night.

Rather he bent and stroked his fingers through her hair, for all the world like a master stroking a loyal pet. “You did good Marina.” He praised her. His praise was never numerous. He found that she desired his approval more if he withheld it most of the time.

Stepping away from her he began to undress, neatly folding each piece of clothing as he removed it. The jacket went onto a hanger on the back of the door. The cuff links into a jewelry box On the Vanity. His expensive shoes were placed in a small cubby under the sink. He folded the shirt and pants. Finally, he was down only to his underwear. The black silk contrasted with his pale flesh. He removed them after staring down at her for a long moment. They had tented out the fabric, showing that with all the blood and the moment how aroused he truly was.

Removing his underwear, he was on full display for her. It stood up at an angle from his body, slightly curved, thick and pulsing with his need. He kept himself fastidiously clean of hair, so he almost did resemble a statue of perfections standing above her.

He reached down. He seemed about to grab her by the hair. The image of yanking her to her knees by her hair, forcing himself deep into her mouth flooded through his mind, but he restrained himself. His hand moved from her hair to behind her back. His other hand caught her under the legs and he scooped her up and against his chest again.

There was the sensation of movement as he stepped into the tub, down the steps until the water was well above his waist, and then began to lower her into the soothing heat.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

Once it was over, guilt washed through Marina. He played her so easily. He knew all of her weak spots, how to corral her not through force but through pleasure. Though she had been no saint when they met, sex had not been one of her vices.

Now? Now he could pat her head like a well trained dog and all it did was make her want him more. She wanted to beg for him to please, ease release her, to let her go back to her own life interrupted. Instead, she glowed with his praise, even through her tears while she quivered at his feet.

She watched him undress, mute. Each graceful movement left her confused. So sleek, so dangerous, but so gentle when he chose. And yet, she couldn't discern his thoughts or feelings other than seeming immensely pleased with himself.

Was she just a plaything to him? A possession he enjoyed playing with and showing off when he wanted? Or did he actually give a shit about her?

And good lord, he stood before her in all of his glory. Despite the ridiculous orgasm she'd just had, she was immediately wet again at the sight of his cock before her. He reached for her, and she expected to have her mouth impaled by his member. But he surprised her by scooping her up again and carrying her into the tub with him.

The hot water lapped at her tired body, and despite herself, she curled up against his chest. Tears were close again as she couldn't find her emotional center. "I don't understand, " she sighed against his skin. "You frighten so much. I know you say you won't hurt me, but Kyle..." Her words choked off as she covered her face with her hands. Would she ever not be able to see that image when she closed her eyes? Kyle had been one of his closest confidantes, yet he thought nothing of murdering him before her. Before them all. It has been a message, one she received loud and clear. How was she supposed to go back to his bed as if she hadn't?

 

[The_gladiator]

Andre stroked her softly as he lowered her into the water. He held her against his chest as he sat down in the water, on one of the built-in benches so they were both in the hot water.

He snorted at her words. “Kyle deserved what he had coming. He could have exposed me. You know how much my privacy; safety means to me. He knew what he was risking when he went to the media. His tone was firm, stern. “I expected better of him, and I had to be sure that no one would repeat his mistake.”

He wound his hand into her hair again so he could force her to look at him. “Do not act so naïve. You know everything I say is true.” He took a breath, “I would remove the memory from you if I could.” The last sentence was softer, and he hated that he said it. He felt it made him look week. He usually made her pay in some way when he felt weak. He usually did something to assert his dominance in that situation.

He slid one of his hands down to cup her breast under the water, rolling her nipple as if he were trying to get her attention as he tweaked it.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

Marina studied Andre's face, trying to glean the sincerity of his words. She had never known him to lie to her, and yet he gave so little away in his words or expression. She wanted to trust that he believed he had little choice to kill Kyle.

Then his eyes softened an iota as he said that he could at least take the memory away from her. To anyone else, it may have seemed like he was placating her. But she knew him well enough to know he meant it.

That knowledge must've softened her face. His nimble fingers found her nipple and began rolling it between them. Marina's pulse quickened as little spikes of pleasure spread out from her breast. When she tried to look away, he turned her head back so she looked him in the eyes.

Yes, he had definitely meant what he said about removing the memory. He continued to play with her until she gasped, face flushed. How had he brought her arousal back so easily. He pinched a little harder, making her eyes roll away from his. As she began to lant, she reached out to his chest, wanting to slide her hands down to his waiting cock.

 

[The_gladiator]

“Tell me angel, why can I not remove that memory from you. What is it about you.” He asked. It wasn’t the first time he had asked her something of that nature before. He didn’t expect a new answer, but a part of him wondered and hoped he might.

He shrugged turning his attention back to her current reactions as she responded to the way he teased her nipple. He pinched it, riding the edge of pain for her. She responded. Her breaths quickened, and her face filled with her desire.

His growl was low with need when her hands caressed down his chest. “Yes, touch me,” he rumbled. It was somewhere between an encouragement and an order. It was full of his desire. His body hummed at her touch, he wanted so much more, done with their talk for now, for now he saw it as his turn, after giving her such an orgasm he wanted something for himself. It would be even more powerful to have her offer it to him without him even asking, and it seemed like that was what was coming.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

His permission was all she needed. She sat on his knees, face towards him so she could watch as she gripped his cock. Yes, her fingers traced along its hot length, reacquainting herself with ever inch of it.

His fingers continued to torment her nipple, alternating between the pads of his fingers and his nails. Each time that sharp lance of nail pinched her, her own hand squeezed him a little harder. His raised his knees as they teased each other, inching her ass closer towards his hips.

Soon she was pressed up against the length of him, her hand still roaming across his manhood. Marina knew that they only had so much time tonight, but she wanted him everywhere. She had missed this, even when she woke up screaming in the night from sheer terror. Now that she had it again, she wanted everything.

She pressed herself against his chest, mouth tracing across his collarbone and making its way up to his neck. Even though she couldn't bite him like he did her, she still nibbled him there, enjoying how his hands grabbed her. Then she lifted up enough to whisper in his ear, "What are you going to do to me, monster?"

 

[The_gladiator]

She touched him at last. Running her hands over his length. She knew how he liked to be touched. She would squeeze, but most of the touches were light. He did not require firm stimulation to feel pleasure.

His growl of need was low and demanding. He actually fluttered his eyes closed as her hand slid up and over the head of his shaft. He slowly urged her closer and closer until he felt the underside of his shaft rubbing against her, even as her hand continued to roam over his length.

He cradled the back of her head, a silent encouragement as she nibbled and kissed her way over his neck. He stiffened at her words. Monster was it. He would show her.

“This,” he growled and lifted her bodily with one hand in the water, lining himself up with the other hand and then drove her down onto his hardness. His cock slid fully into her with one swift stroke. He smiled at the little noise she made when he did that. She had teased him, she had known that word, monster would have gotten his blood boiling. He had claimed her with almost no warning, and yet as he felt her grind her clit against his pubic bone, she was too invested to say much by way of an objection.

“Ride me.” He ordered her, the golden fire of his eyes meeting hers. His eyes were full of his power as he began to lose control of the predator within.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

Her breath fled as he impaled her in one swift move. She felt every inch of him inside her. Even when her lungs worked again, all she could do was make little squeaks as he sank deeper into her. He was a monster in more ways than one.

His fingers dug into her ass as he growled, "Ride me." He caught her eyes with his, and she didn't know if he was trying to capture her mind again. While she didn't look away, enjoying the electricity pouring out of his eyes into her, her mind closed around itself, doing what it could to keep him out.

His growls continued, making him sound more and more feral. It encouraged her to ride him hard, loving the sensation of his cock plundering her. Her hands found his hair and gave it a tug in return for the one he'd given her earlier. Then, eyes still locked on his, she pressed herself fully against his front and rested her forehead against his. Her pants blew across his face as she moaned, reveling in the feel of the devil she had conjured.

 

[The_gladiator]

She rode him. Long slow strokes at first. Soon though the water was sloshing as she bounced in his lap. He wanted this needed it. From the look on her face despite all her protests so did she.

He was not seeking to capture her mind this time. It was only the glow of his power filling his eyes even as he swelled further inside her. “So tight,” he growled as she pressed closer. As her hand pulled his hair, he almost laughed at her, almost. Instead, he slid his hand higher into her hair and pulled hers harder. It was the hair pulling equivalent of anything you can do; I can do better. Even thousand-year-old vampires had their petty moments.

He had soon focused on their movement again He closed his mouth over hers kissing her deeply again just like that first kiss as their bodies joined. His tongue plunging into her mouth just as his cock plumbed her depths. "You need this as much as I do," he growled between kisses."

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

Marina almost laughed when he tugged her hair again. He never missed an opportunity to remind her that he was the one in charge, even if she was on top. Every action he took was deliberate. Even now in the throes of passion, she sensed his control.

His mouth captured hers as his hips sped up. When she broke for a breath, he snarled, "You need this as much as I do," at her. She didn't argue - couldn't as he pushed her closer to another climax - and in response she kissed him ravenously. Her body gave all the agreement he wanted.

Water splashed everywhere as their passion grew. Her arms twined around his neck as she held on from the force of his thrusts. A shiver of fear rolled up her back from the base of her spine, though this one was familiar. Every time before when they fucked, she remained fully aware of how much he held back. If he were so inclined, he could pulverize her body with his. That knowledge, and the fear that accompanied it, heightened every sensation for her

Was it Andre she was addicted to, or the danger? Were they any different?

When the feathery touch of the fear reached her neck, the dam burst as she came, harder than before. She practically screamed in pleasure, entire body convulsing in time with her pussy, as her fingers clutched him in a desperate attempt to hold on.

 

[The_gladiator]

He treasured the fear and pleasure as they warred on her face. So delicious. He was gripping her hips now holding her still as he hocked up into her. He was nearing his release. Her release was only incidental to him in that moment. That she would get there he did not doubt, that being said it was of little concern to him.

Her peak crested and she shrieked her pleasure into the air. His staccato growls punctuated her noises. He wanted his own release, so close he was. Just a few more strokes would tip him over the edge. His fingers flexed, tightening his hold on her hips as he drove up into her.

His face contorted with his release as the pleasure claimed him. This was what he needed. He hadn’t released since she had left, no other play thing he possessed could compare to her, not if she wasn’t around to get jealous when he took another to his bed. He did not drive his fangs into her again, but he did press his lips to her neck, sucking, marking her as his as his mouth sucked at her skin.

He stroked her hair as they came down. Even he was out of breath for the moment. He said nothing. He simply gave her a moment to recover, his cock still buried deep in the depths.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

Aftershocks kept her whimpering as they drifted down from their sexual high. He stayed inside her quivering walls, making her hips jump when he shifted at all. His fingers trailed through her now-soaked hair, mouth still playing at her neck as they slowly caught their breath.

The bath still held heat, and when she began to get sore from sitting on him, Marina lifted herself off and sank back into the water. Once again she curled up against his chest. Full of self conflict and angst, she sighed and forced herself to listen to his already calmed heartbeat, trying to will her bruised heart to match it.

She wished she could stop her mind from churning the uncomfortable thoughts that plagued her. Did he expect her to stay here now? She had a lease she was obligated to pay. And she had a few interviews lined up next week at different hotels, looking to get back into night managing as she had before moving in here. She doubted he would approve of her working a job that took her away during his waking hours, but how else was she supposed to pay the rent she owed?

But mostly, she didn't understand what her purpose was here. Before, she'd never given it much thought. Andre had charmed and delighted her with his wit and his sexual prowess, but in the past month or so, real life slapped her in the face. This was all temporary. She was temporary, especially to a creature nearly two thousand years older than her. Was this really how she wanted to continue to spend the next few months or years?

She knew in her heart the answer was no. Whether or not she had the willpower to fight him on it would remain to be seen. Tonight there was no fight left in her, only the exhaustion of her seven week flight.

 

[The_gladiator]

“That’s it, calm yourself,” he murmured as he continued to stroke her hair. “It is good to have you here again.” He said as he reached for the soap to begin wishing her.

His hands slid up herm slowly rubbing the soap into her skin. He counted on the fact that she would be staying with him now that he had broken her to his will yet again.

He lifted her arm to scrub at her armpit before reaching for her other arm. His large hands held hers for a moment just admiring her before he resumed his process of washing her. This was Andre’s way, demanding force contrasting with sensual tenderness. He wondered would she just continue to let him do this, or would she fight eventually. Once she had enjoyed this sensual act. Would she see it differently now?

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

When he grabbed up the soap to wash her, Marina stirred from her dark thoughts for the moment. His hands made the soap look delicate as he trailed it along her skin. The scent of it - not floral, but still the hint of growing things - flooded her with memories just like this moment. The first time he washed her, he'd gotten her so worked up that she could barely sit still. Most of the time, she had preened for him, happy to show off the body he enjoyed.

Now, well...now she was too weary to do much but let him rub the soap along her. Even when he held her wrists captive slightly above her head so he could take in her glistening breasts, she kept her head bowed and eyes lowered. She wished he would let her go home, but she doubted that was going to happen.

By the time he finished with the soap, the water had grown cooler than she found comfortable. But even as her skin began to prickle with goosebumps, he took his time rinsing her off, enjoying her body with his hands and eyes. It wasn't until she started shivering that she found her voice. "Can we get out now please? I'm cold."

 

[The_gladiator]

He found himself lost in her body, the feel of washing her. He captured her wrists with one hand after he’d done her arms. Lifting them so her breasts lifted. “mmm,” was his grunt of approval as he took his time washing her breasts. He spent extra time on them, caressing and teasing the globes. This was right and good. She was his angel and he had her back.

He moved to lower places on her body finishing washing her. He managed not to get lost in her as he washed her, she was too tired for more orgasms. That would come another time, perhaps. He finally set about washing her hair, taking his time running the shampoo through the dark locks. His fingertips massaged her scalp.

The whole time she barely said a thing, barely would even look at him. She just passively let him do as he would to her.

Just as he was finishing up, she spoke, requesting that they get out. “You may, to begin drying yourself, and he swatted her on the bottom urging her on her way.

He turned his attention to himself and began to wash, much more quickly, with significantly less fanfare than what he’d shown to her. After just a few short moments, he had joined her stepping out of the tub. He found a towel and smiled as he found her with her hair wound up in a towel. “I have long hair and I would never know how to do that,” he commented as he rubbed at his own hair with the towel. He was completely oblivious to the fact that the lower half of him was naked as he did this. He did however keep it from obscuring his eyes. He did not trust her fully not to make a break for it.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

She gave him a funny look, not understanding what he meant. She touched her head and realized he meant the towel. Even though she didn't feel it, Marina worked up a small laugh and faint smile. "That seems unlikely, considering you can do anything you really want."

Even as the words left her lips, she realized how petulant she sounded. It wasn't Iike she got nothing from this...exchange. It wasn't really a relationship, which implied some sort of equality between them. That imbalance hadn't been a problem for her before, in large part because she enjoyed his sexual dominance. But that trait spilled over into everything, and she found it chafed.

She opened her mouth to try and walk back on her sullen attitude and interrupted by a loud growl from her stomach. Unable to help herself, she tipped her head back and laughed. The towel fell from her head and she shook with her mirth. She scooped up her clothes to put them on. "Please tell me you still keep your kitchen stocked."