The Meeting

She knew that she wanted him and hoped the feelings were mutual. God knows the plane ride alone was more than she has ever done for anyone else.

He was waiting for her arrival with the patience of a caged lion. He needed this release. He needed for this release to be with her and inside her. The time spent slowly and methodically getting inside her head had him on edge and ready to get inside her body. He wanted her for himself.

The cab pulled up at the complex and let her off at the gate. She straightened herself out and put on her best game face, hoping he wouldn’t know how terrified she was of not pleasing him. As she did this, he saw her from the window and could feel the nervous energy emanating from her through the air. She was electric walking towards his apartment door. He fed off her nerves, grinning to himself, planning exactly how he was going to break her.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” she whispered to herself.

Timing it to perfection, he opened the door just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, he swung it open with an air of confidence that shook her to the core. Flashing an award-winning smile, in his best ‘I am going to fuck you’ voice, he smiled down at her and said, ”I am glad you are here. Come on in.”

She stepped across the threshold into what, for some, is nothing more fantasy. For her, it was going to become her favorite memory.

Walking across the room to the refrigerator, he smiled over his shoulder, “Can I get you a drink?”

Nodding yes, “Cold water would be great. Thanks.”

“Sure thing!”

Bringing her the glass, he noticed she was careful to touch his hand only enough to accept the glass from him. He looked her in the eyes and smiled. He was going to enjoy using her. He watched the glass touch her lips; imaging how beautiful they were going to be when he brought his cock to them. He followed with his eyes to her neck as she swallowed the water, cooling her imaginary thirst, knowing full well that shortly, that same path was going to be taken when he came down her throat.

Watching her drink the water was getting into his head. He enjoyed the shape of her lips in the glass and he was totally enraptured by her look of innocence, despite his knowing better.

He took the glass from her, sat it on the nearest table. He had to touch her now. Waiting was not something he was willing to do after getting her in his domain. He knew she had been in his head, but being here in the flesh was pushing his control to a whole new level he was not prepared for.

He replaced the glass with a kiss to her cool palm, pulling her close enough to him smell her scent. It was intoxicating- jasmine and musk combined with her own unique scent. He knew he would never forget the way she smelled and he wanted badly to forge the memory of his taste in his mind as well.

He traced her neck with his lips and tongue, the same trail he watched as she drank. It took her breath and she moaned into him.

Tracing her neck back up, he looked at her lips and whispered, “I am going to taste you, all of you, more than once. You are going to beg me to stop before I am finished with you. Before I stop, you will be begging me to own you. And have no doubt, I am going to own you. I am going to take you to places you only dreamed existed, be it your nightmares or your fantasies.”

He took his mouth to hers and began to declare his ownership of her in the most gentle of ways. He would break her in gently... for now.