Elijah
Hearing Emma laugh for the first time was surprising and unusual all at the same time. Emma’s bright smile that was aimed towards me made my breath hitch something that’s never happened before. But even with all these strange things happening I have to admit that it was a charming smile.
At that moment I wanted to wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer while my other hand would trace over those plumped pink lips of hers. If only we weren’t in the office surrounded by other employees, then I would’ve played out my fantasies. It was the only moment I wish all my employees would’ve called in sick.
I wasn’t used to bringing a woman over to my place. We would always go to one of the hotels I owned or a resort. I was always hesitant to bring a woman over to my place just because my place was the only place where I could be alone. I didn’t like other people to intrude on my personal space. For some odd reason, I didn’t hesitate to invite Emma to my place. Not to mention, I’ve never cooked for anyone else but myself. It was nerve wrecking being around Emma now; I used to be more confident especially when teasing her but then all of a sudden, I’m growing more and more nervous.
Without even thinking I ended up acting like a complete gentleman, which is something I usually don’t do especially when going out with a pretty woman. I knew from the start that I had to make Emma mine but now it was completely different, I need to make her mine. Just the thought of not ever having Emma in my arms makes my heart clench painfully.
From opening my car’s door for her to putting my jacket over her shoulders, and making sure she’s always comfortable caught me off guard, I didn’t expect that I could act like this towards a woman.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked Emma as we entered my house. She gave out a small laugh that quickly captivated my attention. I couldn’t get enough of that beautiful laugh of hers. “You keep asking that Elijah, and I’ll always have the same answer. I’m fine,” she told me.
“Make yourself at home,” I told her as I darted towards the kitchen while taking off my necktie and rolling up the sleeves.
“Do you need any help in cooking?” she asked me. And she sat at the counter. As I walked around the kitchen to grab cooking utensils and ingredients for dinner, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Emma. She sat at my counter in my house so comfortably. The situation has me fantasizing about different things about my kitten. As I got a knife and started chopping the vegetables, I was so engrossed looking at Emma that I accidentally sliced my finger. I jumped in surprise and out of habit I brought my sliced finger up to my lips and sucked on the wound. The wound was bleeding a bit, but it was something I could handle.
“Oh, my gosh, Elijah are you alright?” Emma blurted out as she jumped out and walked right up to me. Her face was etched with concern and worry, and it made me throb in excitement just by looking at her expression. Her expressions were always priceless. She is priceless.
The fantasy of Emma having my finger in her mouth sucking on it suddenly filled my mind.
“Where’s your first-aid kit?” she asked as her head whirled around in search for my non-existing first-aid kit. “I don’t have one,” I told her. She then dashed towards her bag and then ran back to me. To have her approach me in such a manner and to have her worry about me felt amazing as if I had to cut my finger just to see her like this then I would cut all of my fingers.
She came back with a bottle of disinfectant and a Band-Aid. “You’re lucky I always keep a few kinds of stuff wherever I go. You should keep a first-aid kit; you never knew when you might need it,” She told me.
Staring at her as she treated my wound was something entirely different. I was overwhelmed with feelings, strange feelings I’ve never felt before. My urge to devour her grew stronger than before if it was even possible. I wanted to touch each part body and soul. I was losing my control. I should’ve known that something like this would’ve happened.
It started out as admiration and intimately wanting her, but now I wanted so much more of her. I even noticed that she was all I could ever draw, either she was on the dancefloor or a particular part of her. I can’t also concentrate when doing the art I love so much, unconsciously I would draw her like it was the most natural thing to do.
I grabbed her chin as I forced her to look into my eyes. “What are you doing to me?” I asked. Her cheeks turned red as she started stuttering once more. “I’m just treating your wound. Did it hurt?” How innocent this young kitten can be. I wanted to show her off to the world yet at the same time I wanted to lock her up where no one else could have her. My thumb traced over her lips as I stared into her warm glassy eyes. She has no idea the effect she has on me.
“Oh, I wanted to ask this for a while now,” she started saying as she walked back towards the counter. “The red door in your room.” What she said made me tense before I could slip up I turned around to continue chopping the vegetables. “Ah, you saw that. I should warn you, but that room is completely off limits that’s if you want to play with some of my toys which includes whips and chains,” I teased her.
“I already know what’s inside,” she confessed.
My eyes widened in shock as I spun around to face her and asked “How? When?” My composure was lost. No one has ever set foot in that room I should be pissed that she has invaded my privacy, but I’m not. She fidgeted with her fingers as she said “I do apologize if it makes you uncomfortable that I went inside but I guess you can say that curiosity killed the cat. For what it’s worth I think you’re an amazing artist, why don’t you put your work in art galleries or post them in magazines? You’re truly gifted.” Her eyes were beaming with happiness and honesty.
No one knew of my secret hobby, not even my own family. I’m the CEO of various companies I have a reputation to uphold. In my family, it is frowned upon to get yourself involved with the arts. So, this was my first time for someone to find out my secret hobby and my very first compliment. It felt wonderful. This woman never ceases to surprise me.
I suddenly cupped her face and whispered “Ever since I’ve laid eyes on you I immediately knew that I had to have you. As you slipped right through my fingers, I couldn’t help but think of you every single day thus I found myself drawing you. You are what we call an artist’s muse, my muse.” Her cheeks were bright red, and it made it hard for me to fight the urge to kiss her.
Her mouth opened to say something, but it’s like she couldn’t muster the words. Seeing her gaping mouth was enough for me to break, I pressed my lips to hers and practically groaned at the contact. They were sweet and kind just like I remembered. Hearing her mewling against my lips only made me deepen the kiss. I pressed her up against the counter, so my now hard joystick was pressing against her stomach. Hearing my innocent kitten moaning and mewling is sending me over the edge.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
Now.