Mon amour | discontinued

part ten

Bella | truth or dare
Desire - a strong wish or want for something

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Lust. Pure, raw lust is what I imagine to be showing in my light green irises. Ares pupils are dilated and I can sense the change in the air.

The room is hotter and my breath picked up as i imagined that exact situation. Hard and rough. The sound of skin slapping against each other and the pleasure the act would bring, him calling me a good girl and me enjoying it.

I'm a virgin but I'm not entirely innocent. I have been touched before— consensual of course— and I have touched other men and women, anything else then that has freaked me out though.

Giving myself to a man or women was hard. I grew up in an abuse household, surrounded by drugged up abusive men.

I didn't want to give them my full trust and they understood that most of the time.

My virginity wasn't special to me but I've never felt comfortable and safe enough.

I'm bought out of my thoughts by a beeping sound, signifying that his brother had hung up the phone, Ares places it front up and leans forward — resting his elbows on his knees as he inspects me carefully from the few feet between us, drinking me in. Starting at my bare, tan legs and running up my body until my eyes connect with his.

He clasps his hands together and slightly tilts his head before cutting the silence.

"So Bella darling, are you gonna go get in that red dress or do I have to put it on for you" he asks me, he voice deep and most-likely intimidating to others but I find listening to his voice extremely attractive. I can feel it all throughout me and I try not to let the effect he has on me shine through.

"I don't know Ares baby, you think you could handle me" I question back, oh? So bold bella is back?

Harmless flirty is okay if nothing comes out of it.

Right?

"Truth or dare?" He asks and I become more aware that we are still playing the childish sleepover game.

"Truth"

"What's your deepest sexual fantasy"

My eyes widen a bit and a I bit my lip, contemplating telling him before tipping my head back and drinking form the vodka bottle that rests in my hand — alcohol surges through me and a new wave of confidence greets me.

"Being dominated, praised, pain" I say while eyeing him carefully and waiting for his response

"Good girl" he says and I physically see his jaw clench and un-clench along with his fists.

My eyebrows raise and my thighs clench while Ares says "good," the word directed to himself instead of me, relaxing back into the lounge, the black of his tattooed arms a contrast to the white of the cotton couch as his sleeves are now pulled up to his elbows.

"Truth or dare" I ask, keeping the game moving.

"Truth"

"Whats your deepest sexual fantasy" I ask in almost the same way as him but I'm sure it was more intimidating.

This bitch has nothing on me.