Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

All I want now is you

Day 21 morning

-Shh shh shh – you hear him say when you wake up abruptly almost jumping off of the bed – I'm here.

-Michael – you breathe relived – I'm sorry. I know it seemed like I didn't care.

-You are not talking seriously after all you've been through for me, are you? The least thing I can do is take care of you and make sure you rest, and trust me, I will, even if you don't want to.

You bite your bottom lip and snuggle closer to him.

– I'm going to deal with this situation today.

-You are not going there – you say paralyzed.

-Excuse me, my princess?

-Don't, Michael...

-I can guarantee you, they won't harm me.

-I know that. But I also know you can do a lot of harm if you want to.

-Well, do you expect me to let this slip off?

-I don't want to have anything else to do with them and I just want to forget.

-I'm sorry, baby, but mercy is not precisely one of my attributes. They have to pay for what they did and there's no discussion about that.

-Fine – you huff and turn around, silently moving away.

-Where do you think you are going? – he asks, an arm surrounding your waist pulling you back to him – It's too early to hear one of your tantrums, I prefer to hear you moan – Michael starts nibbling the crook of your neck and you squirm a little bit, realizing you are not going to be able to hold whimpers from escaping your mouth and you don't want to give him the satisfaction – All right – he says but smirks – Let's get up then. You need to eat.

-Has the temperature gotten a bit low? – you ask when you both get off of the bed.

-I don't think so, little one, it's practically impossible being underground– he says getting dressed – But I'm gonna bring something to dress you later.

Just when you remember your nightgown must have been left in the chapel Sanctuary, you notice the scissors next to the robe on the floor, the two items paralyzing you. Michael takes account of it and quickly puts the scissors back in the drawer and picks up the garment.

-I'll get rid of this when I'm gone. You have nothing to fear, come on – he offers you his hand and you take it, fast but nervous. When you get out the bedroom, he leaves the robe on the desk and guides you to the kitchen. It's still as you remember it, and the fact that nothing has changed makes a warm routine feeling travel through your chest, somehow "finally at home". Michael stops by the chair that is opposite the wardrobe and kisses your right cheek tenderly – Position one, baby – You don't want to argue so you obey almost immediately, soothed by his recent touch – So... what should we have today, my dear? Would oatmeal be okay?

-Yes, it would, Sir – Michael Langdon... you preparing a meal for me again. The water boils and he grabs one pack of oatmeal from the wardrobe and some jam little packages to pour it over the porridge but it catches your attention that he only serves a big bowl. Is he not going to give me food? He sits on the chair and taps his thigh twice.

-Feed time – he says and you sit on his lap, giving your back at him - You remember the rules, right? – He brings the spoon to you and you take it just with your mouth, your hands resting still on the table. In comparison to Madelyn's sandwiches, it tastes delicious, not so much about the flavor but about the relaxation you can finally experience at eating a meal. Michael eats a few bites too, but he seems to be more concentrated in sinking his nose in the back of your neck, making you start to clench the table to keep composure. But he is not doing anything apart from touching your nape that way and that's exactly what causes your pulse to accelerate. You keep chewing the oatmeal but he realizes the effect he is having on you and slows the movement of the spoon till he senses the slightly back and forth of your hips on his thigh and he stops feeding you. He grabs a gentle fist of your hair and whispers in your ear: - Turn around – You get up slowly and sit back on his right leg facing him, pretending you don't know what he is talking about but you are too blushed to fake innocence. When you feel his fingers trailing their way up your curves to your neck, your body betrays you again and you whimper as your hips move forward to get friction with his trousers and you have to hold on to his shoulders not to fall. He moves his mouth to your neck and starts nibbling the sensitive skin.