"Tease Maid".
She drew on the cigarette he’d handed her and
watched as he walked across the bare wooden floor toward the counter that
served as a kitchen. The tall windows were wide open, the voile that served as
curtains gently billowing in the breeze that found its way, along with a couple
of beams of sunlight, through the wooden shutters that provided them with some very
necessary privacy by remaining closed. Motes of dust swirled and twirled in the
cool air as he passed through the beams of golden light and disturbed their
lazy, meandering trajectories.
“Coffee?” He called without turning, his fingers
scratching at his naked backside as the kitchen counter obscured her view and
forced her to look higher. His smile, ever present except for when engaged in
one of the many rounds of love-making they’d shared overnight, broadened as he
looked at her.
Lying on his bed, partly covered by a light,
cotton sheet, she grinned back at him. One leg exposed along with one arm and a
breast. The smooth white skin, skin that he’d spent so many hours caressing,
contrasted against the gloom of the large, high ceilinged room that served as
the kitchen, lounge and bedroom of his apartment. The sounds of a small town coming
to life drifted through the shutters, along with the sunlight, from the narrow,
winding street that lay twelve or so feet beneath the window ledge. She
stretched.
He stiffened.
“Can I have tea, please?” She replied, the bed
sheet sliding aside and revealing her now familiar curves as she swung her legs
around and rose from the bed. She stretched once again, her hands reaching up
toward the ceiling and, in doing so, necessitated his stepping a little further
back from the counter.
The kettle crackled and popped as he placed it
onto one of the two gas rings set into the counter and lit the orangey blue
flame beneath it.
Their clothes lay strewn around the room,
discarded in haste shortly after they’d burst through the front door the previous
evening. He’d entered the room first, backwards and frantically pulling off his
shirt as she’d fumbled with his belt, their lips glued together and their
tongues probing each other’s mouths. She’d pulled the belt from the loops of
his jeans and dropped it to the floor as he’d finally managed to wriggle out of
his shirt.
Now she stooped to collect his shirt from the floor
and slipped it on, smiling as she saw
the belt lying where it had fallen. She picked it up and wrapped it around her
hand, toying with the cool leather as she approached him from behind.
Placing her bands on his hips and pressing her
breasts against his back she kissed the tattoo on his shoulder. He craned his
neck toward her, smelling her hair and kissing her forehead, as he gently
pushed back against her warm body.
She stepped back and admired his pert backside,
biting her lip as, without thinking, she lashed it with the cold leather she
held.
The sound of the leather striking his flesh was
louder and far more vicious than she’d intended. He screamed out, his back
arching and his knuckles whitening as he gripped the counter.
She stepped further backwards as he turned his
head and stared at her, a look of pure aggression on his face, a look that
scared her. Then, through snarling lips and gritted teeth, he hissed angrily…
… “Do it again!”
Continue to chapter four.
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