The heat from his body left me cold and numb as the distance between us grew. He was going to leave me. Relief and loneliness crept over me simultaneously as I knew what would be coming next. My skin itched for fresh, boiling water and my body craved muscle use, I just had to wait.
The black room was almost opaque as the only light came from a high window on the left, only the size of a cereal box, the white lace letting the moonlight through. The floors were tiled and a shining pearly white, touching it sent shivers through me, it felt like ice. Needless to add that there was no real heating.
For a while now, I have been able to time his exact movements to the second. Although I can’t see the old fashioned clock, I know its voice and from the quick seconds I have to glance at it, I can predict what time it is. It’s Midnight. A small silver chime from the clock proves that I’m right. My lips quiver into a small smile despite myself.
He never lets me see in the hours of sunlight. At about six o’clock every morning, I feel his protective hands around my head, slipping a blindfold over my eyes. That’s when I look to the clock. It’s about the only thing that gives me a taste of his personality.
From the aluminium crescent moon, surrounded by bright stars in the centre of the clock, I convey that there is something unique and bright within him, hidden by the darkness that he wraps around himself...
My thoughts are cut sharply as I can hear his almost silent footsteps approach the cell. A large key ring rattles loudly as he opens the safe-like door, the titanium structure withstanding any attempts at penetration. My body shakes as I hear him approach me, my teeth automatically reaching for my bottom lip as his hands move over my waist. I can’t wait for him to touch me.
“Wow babe,” his voice is low and excited as he runs his hands over my naked arms, my collar bone. I gasp a little as he traces the top of my chest, teasing along the top of my laced crop top, he allowed me to keep that on as he liked the black patterns against my skin. “You’re getting better” he whispered in my ear and nibbled on the end of my lobe. I can’t understand why I used to be so afraid, so disgusted.
When he unlocked the handcuffs that made me bond, I instinctively rung my hands out, my wrists clicking with each painful turn. He gave me space to shake everything out.’ If I really wanted to, I could fight you right now’, I think. ‘If I really wanted to, I could be free from this’. I could be free, but I would never leave now.
His soft palm touches my back as he leads me over to the left side of the room, to the corner. A small glass contraption awaits me and his bold green eyes pierce the darkness to meet mine. “It’s okay babe, I don’t bite”, the corners of his mouth curve up into a smirk and I shudder as he reaches for my crop top, pulling it above my head. Pushing my long brunette curls to the side, he plants a kiss on my neck, sliding his hands down to my bra strap.
I was in complete submission.
His kiss was electrical and as he sucked gently on my neck, I needed more and more. My bra hit the floor and as he left my skin, I bravely drew his head towards mine and kissed his lips. He kissed back. I drew back, suddenly afraid of how he could punish me for an ounce of domination.
Instead, a smile stretched wide across his wet lips as he licked them seductively, keeping his eyes firmly on mine. “You’re not scared anymore?” his voice was husky and lustful, I didn’t know if I should be scared or anticipative. I simple shook my head no. “Good.” He continued to undress me and I stood still in front of him, exposing every piece of me to him.
Then he left me again, the boiling water running over me as I lathered my skin with soap.