Chapter Nine
Scarlett
After Asun left the room and I soaked in the bath for a while. I could have slept again in there, if I wasn’t so hungry. That was my only driving force for getting out of the tub. I was walking down part of the hallway and I noticed that there were no photos. But, I shrugged thinking that maybe they would be in the living room.
As soon as I got down the stairs, I noticed the same thing. I suppose not everyone’s as crazy about pictures as Gretchen and Aunt Betty, but even my parents have the odd photos hanging up.
It just gives a house that personal touch, but then again, apart from Sam, I haven’t really been around guys houses and even then, he had pictures of his folks and the odd one of us in his living room. I wanted to find out if there were pictures in there, but then I figured that this is not my house. I shouldn't really be snooping around.
Besides, there was only Asun and I wouldn’t want to put her in a compromising position if her boss liked his privacy and I managed to convince her to show me around. There was only one thing that I really wanted to see and that was Joshua.
Asun never ate lunch with me, she left the food on the table and told me to enjoy it. She can cook, I had to do everything to stop myself from eating a couple of plates of the chicken curry with potatoes and rice that she dished up for me. I can’t remember the last time that I’d had a home cooked meal. Gretchen’s even less of a cook than I am.
Gretchen feasts on salads like there’s no tomorrow. But Friday night is her night to veg out and eat whatever she feels like. We usually have take out or if I decide to let my hair down and not worry about money we go out to eat. I hate eating alone. Well, not strictly true. I don’t mind eating alone if the TV’s on or if there’s something to distract me from the fact that I’m alone.
But sitting in an empty white kitchen with its immaculately clean workspace and white tiles, I wondered if Joshua ate that much in there or if at all. Asun said that it had been a while since she had cooked in there and she talked openly about herself, but hardly anything about Joshua.
She must be close to him otherwise he wouldn’t have left instructions for me with her. I pondered for a little as I tried to figure out how to work the dishwasher after I finished and I knew that if I spent any longer in the kitchen I’ll be asking her for another plate. She caught me and told me to relax. She directed me to the living room and said that there was a library, but it was also Joshua’s study.
“Go ahead, I’m sure he won’t mind. After all you’re waiting for him to come back.”
I shrugged, thinking that I couldn’t tell her the truth. That I’d won him in an auction and even though I was naked in the room. He’s seen my whole body. He even knows what I taste like down there, but I know nothing about him.
“I’m still a little tired from late night,” I stretched out and faked a yawn.
“Oh, go and lie down. Sorry, there I was talking and talking. I’m sure he’ll be home soon and then you can catch up.”
That’s the main reason why I need to lie down. If he has as much energy as he did last night, then I need to sleep for a while.
“Sure,” then I walk up to her. I’m not sure why but I kiss her on both cheeks and say, “Lunch was great, it really filled me up.”
“I’m glad you liked it. If you want any more then all you have to do is shout or you can just help yourself if I’m not around.”
“Oh, you don’t live here?”
She shakes her head, and I’m so relieved because when I saw her I did worry that when I was screaming through the night she must have heard me.
“No, I just come for a few hours every day.”
“Every day?”
He lives alone, what’s to clean every day? I realized that as much as I said that I didn’t want to pry, I was doing it because I had no one else to talk to and I was curious like crazy about Joshua.
“Yes, Mr. Moore loves his house to be clean. Anyway, I need to get with it, so that I can get home early today.”
I smile and wave at her, she does the same to me. I ponder for a minute about the playroom. I wonder if she cleans in there?
Some things are best not thought about. I start to climb the stairs and as soon as I get to the top, I start to feel sleepy. I knew that I’d eaten too much even it wasn’t on purpose. Or maybe it was because I hadn’t slept for a while, but I was so sleepy once I hit the sack. And within a few seconds I’m fast asleep.
Something wakes me up which feels like forever, or maybe it was a few minutes later. I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m wearing a cream flowery summer dress. I couldn’t be bothered to take it off when I came to lie down. That’s when I feel his hands on my feet. It feels ticklish, and then it surpasses as his hands start to stroke my leg. I should face him. Even have a conversation with him, but I know that he’s here to play with me.
Tease me.
And then at the end of it, please me.
I let him take control as he plays with my leg, wondering if he’s going to take my dress off. It’s as if the element of surprise is missing and I look up to see if I can read him. I’ve just met him, but I have a feeling that he’s keeping me at arm’s length. Not just because my aunt bid for him at the auction but for another reason.
I shut and open my eyes as I think that my mind is playing tricks with me again. A man has taken me to a new level sexually and again I’m confused about what it all means.
He looks different today, not only because he’s wearing a black polo shirt and matching pants, but he seems relaxed but then he’s still tense at the same time. He hasn't even said hello yet, but then again, neither have I.
“Close your eyes.”
I’m about to say something, but then I change my mind as I remember the rules. His house. His rules and his games.
I feel something soft and moist tracing lines up and down the inside of my thighs. It’s definitely not his fingers, it feels too smooth for that, and then I smile imagining it to be his cock. As it becomes moister, I realize that it’s his tongue. It sends tingle sensations up and down my body knowing that he can’t stop tasting me. Earlier I used the strawberry bath salts that were in the bathroom, after he made a point of saying that I tasted like honey. I couldn’t think why, but I thought today I’ll try and taste of something else. It seems to be working because he’s lacing my body with his tongue. Not leaving one part untouched, but then he stops for a minute as he gets to my navel area.
I start to arch my back slightly, as I feel him peel away my dress above my head. I still keep my eyes close. No longer tempted to look at Joshua knowing that it’s his tongue that he’s using all over my body.
Even when he puts his hands at my back and unclasps my bra leaving me exposed once again, I can feel his tongue circling my nipples.
He breaks away for a second, “I could lick you all day.”
I smile, “Please do.”
“Did you miss me?”
I don’t hesitate in whispering, “Yes,” as he starts to suck on them like he’s sucking a drink through a straw. He’s sucking on them so hard and making primal noises.
“Arrh!”
And then his sucking turns to a bite, not an aggressive bite, but more of a tease and then he starts to moan and so do I as his movements are so gentle and slow.
Nothing like yesterday, it’s as if he’s a different person, he’s not touching my body with his fingers. It’s as if he just wants to taste every part of me.
I wonder if its been on his mind all day?
It that was the case then why did he leave me?
Why did he have me eating alone?
I hate the way that he’s making me feel. I crave his touch, body and most of all his lips. I want him to kiss me. That’s the only thing that he hasn’t tasted since he’s been exploring me. Why won’t he kiss my lips?
As he moves above me. I can feel him breathing over my face. In my darkness, I cup his face and then he moves away from me.
“This time I’m going to fuck you.”
“Like…”
But he has his finger on my lips. I open my mouth and suck it. Seeing as he doesn’t want his lips near mine.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’ll never forget it.”
I want to tell him that last night, hoovering in mid-air and being fucked on the swing was memorable and something that I’d never forget in a hurry. I wonder what he thinks that he’s going to do on the bed that’ll top that?
He completely moves away from me and once again I imagine him stripping and the temptation to look is on my mind, but then I think that if I do. If I break the rules, then it will be over. I don’t know what the time is, but I know that we only have one night. He left me today and I want to make sure that he doesn’t do the same thing tomorrow.
I want him to think of me as the best submissive that he’s ever had and then as I hear the condom packet open. I start to move my hips so that I can take of my panties.
“I never said that you should take them off. Leave them where they are. That’s my job.”
His voice is moving around, he’s not standing still and I have so many thoughts raising through my mind.
“I left you today, so that you could heal. I didn’t want to have the temptation of being near you today.”
I smile at the idea that he was thinking of me today. That was playing on my mind, all waited for him.
I never even used to wait for Sam. If he was around and then it would be a bonus. If not, then I could do all the things that I couldn’t do whenever Sam was around and that was my free time. The time for me to be myself.
Joshua starts playing with me, “I can see that you’re wet, but not wet enough.”
I open my legs wider as his fingers near my entrance and my panties are still on. Begging him to take them off. They’re wet and I’m embarrassed at the way that he can make me wet by just walking in the room. He did it at the ball when I first saw him. I can’t believe that it was only yesterday. Since then so much has happened between us, but as he’s still a stranger I feel that nothing has happened at all.
“I don’t want you to hurt. We have all day tomorrow and if you’re a good girl then all night all over again in the playroom.”
He has it all planned out, but there’s just one thing. If it means him spanking me the same way that he did last night. I don’t want to be a good girl, I’ll do everything in my power to be bad. He can swing me all through the night. Fuck me anyway he wants in the swing as long as he does it. As long as his thick cock fills me up.
“I need you to be dripping like you were last night. I wonder what will make you drip?”
I don’t know if it’s his accent or the way he pronounces every single word, but that’s alone to start a waterfall in between my legs.
“What did you enjoy more about last night?”
I’m just about to answer him, when he’s back sucking on my nipple again. He’s moving from one to the next quickly one minute and then slowly the next.
“Hmm,” I purr as I’m unable to speak as he bites my areole and then once again there’s something in between my legs. But I’m sure that it’s not his fingers. It’s his big, fat cock.
He starts to pull my panties ever so slowly, it feels like a slow torment. I want him to fuck me so badly and he’s doing everything in slow motion. Teasing me by his cock being further and further away.
My sex is screaming out of control, it wants him so badly and he knows it. From the moment he enters I tense up, not because he’s so big. But he came in by surprise. He didn’t come in when he took my panties. No, he played with my feet and then as he laid on top of me he doesn’t waste any time entering, not slowly but with one thrust.
“Joshua!” I yell out as he enters.
“I told you that I’ll fuck you so hard!”
A promise that he’d intended to keep as he continues to pump and down on top of me. Then he moves my left leg so that it bridges a bigger gap between us and then my right. I can feel him pumping up and down.
“Fuck yeah!”
He yells out and I’m conscious in case Asun is here. If he did leave me, I knew that I couldn’t face her if she knew what we were up to. I’m trying to bite my tongue and not speak, let alone scream.
He moves a different angle, as he starts to move into a slow circle and I can’t help but let loose everything that I’ve been keeping inside of me. My body feels as if it’s being ripped apart. I don’t know when my first climax finishes and when the next one starts.
His hands are moving greedily over my body. One minute they’re gripping tightly onto my butt and the next they’re fondling my breasts. Every sensation’s sending waves through me as it’s as if he can’t get enough of me.
I respond to his touch with screams, it’s as if the louder I scream the wilder he seems to get taking me.
“Fuck me harder!”
I scream out, as I feel my next climax starting or it could have been finishing, everything felt as if he it was happening at the same time. He’s doing all the work, but I feel as if I’m having the workout of a lifetime as his hips crash against my butt.
I think that the bed’s going to break, but I don’t care as he starts to jerk and I know what’s going to happen next.
“I’m fucking coming!”
“Don’t stop!”
I’m the one that’s slapping his butt and he laughs and says, “You’re such a bad girl. Fucking going to get you for that.”
Yes, he’s going to punish me. He’s right about one thing, he’s fucking me so damn hard and it’s something that I won’t forget and then as he starts jerking like a machine gun. I know that he’s no longer coming, he’s reached the point of no return. I laugh out of relief for now. There’s no doubt in my mind that this isn’t the end and there’s more to come. But for now, I’m happy to get the rest. It felt as if it was getting too much for me.
And then out of nowhere as he starts to get his breath back together, he does the one thing that I’ve wanted him to do when he came in the room.
He presses his lips against mine and whispers as if he can hardly speak, “You really are a bad girl.”
At last he kissed me, it may not be a big deal to him, but as he flops on the side of the bed next to me. It means so much to me. I can feel the connection between us, I’m not naive to think that I’m the only girl that’s had the pleasure of Joshua Moore. But, I don’t want to be a statistic. Even when it comes to an end, I want to be more than that.
The kiss just confirmed that I want it and maybe that he’s willing to give it.