Chapter 9: The Bed

Ryan laid me on the bed and stripped the dress off me. My breathing began to return to normal; my pulse settled into a steady rhythm, and the overwhelming passion that had just consumed me gave way to a low hunger I didn’t recognize in myself. I was naked, lying on the bed as he undressed and then climbed over me.

I should have told him to stop, that we could not do this again, that it was a mistake. I looked up at him and could see his broad shoulders and pecs rippling with muscle, the dark hair on his chest, and I could feel his thick, still-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs, glistening with evidence of what we had just done downstairs. I felt so small underneath him, fragile, like his body could envelop me and I would disappear. The thought made heat pool low in my stomach, even as guilt sat heavy in my chest. I also realized that this man was now seeing me fully naked; the lights were on, and he could see every single part of me. The shame and insecurity rose up in me, and instead of trying to stop him, I told him, “Please turn off the lights.”

He leaned in and kissed me deeply; his hunger from earlier was still there, and if anything, his mouth seemed more demanding. His tongue moved against mine, slowly and deeply, exploring my mouth, as his hands slid over the soft skin of my stomach, my ribs, and came to rest on my breasts. His fingers kneaded and rolled my nipples, causing the ache in my crotch to be repeated now in my chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he had said against my mouth. “You are fully open for me, ready to take me again. I won’t turn off the lights; you’re so beautiful you deserve to be displayed. I’ve waited and wanted to see you like this for so long; I want to watch your face while I make you cum and you beg me to keep going. I am not going to ruin that by turning off the lights.”