Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Sixty-five

What exactly makes one a submissive? A million ideas invade my mind as I close the door, facing the immaculately white bathroom. Is it the ability to surrender your power to someone you trust? I wonder.

Needing someone has been my greatest fear, and it all began when I realized I'm needed by two kids I was left with at the age of sixteen. Life robbed me of the right to be weak, to loosen up even when things got extremely tense.

I accepted it, but deep down I knew that I needed a break. There's been a sheer desire to be handled delicately, to be told what to do even when I think I got it all figured out, and to have the shoulder to cry, but I never allowed it to dictate my life.

It's been a luxury I can't afford.

Fingers through my currently well-nurtured hair, I tilt my head aside to catch a proper glimpse of my face through the expanse of the vanity mirror. My makeup is still prevalent, the light pink shade on my lips almost natural-like, my short hair wavy and loose.

The thought of Adrian's presence lifts the corners of my lips into a sated smile, giving me more reasons to embrace this important day of my life—my graduation day. I slowly tug off my shiny silver earrings, then the matching necklace, before ridding myself of every garment on my body.

"Oh, God," I breathe heavily when I slowly sink into the bubble bath, several minutes later.

My hands wander over my skin, smoothly and unhurriedly, every touch lanced by the imagination of those skillful fingers that my body misses rightly so as I'm completely naked in the bathtub. Unbelievably, I've done exactly what he's told me to do. I smile at it because deep down I know I can obey him without a fuss.

Warm water engulfs my body and the smooth scent of honey, and milk bath gel flies in the air like a cool relaxant. I lean back onto the edge, facing the window painted with darkness from the outside. I relax despite the nerves in my heart, imagining how my life will be after this one eventful day.

"Calm down, Ara. Everything will be alright," I chant it like a mantra, ridding myself of all dark thoughts.

The door screeches and a quick breath hastens through my lips. Adrian walks in like a jungle cat, slowly yet tenaciously. My body heat rises dramatically. I sit straight, eyes on his fit frame. He looks intimidatingly serious, staring at me levelly while undoing the buttons of his very white shirt, no jacket on.

"Good girl," he utters like a master to his lovely pet.

I nearly roll my eyes, but mentally I waggle my invisible tail at his compliment.

"Will you stay if I ask you to?" I find myself asking this; it subconsciously demands clarity at the back of my mind.

I can't lose him again. I don't want to.

"I will." His answer sends a tingle down my spine, spiraling mixed emotions. I inhale briskly. "As long as I get to see you naked every day." His playful eyes wander on my half-covered chest.

A shade of pink falls on my cheeks, and my blood boils through my veins quite rampantly. Truth be told, I want nothing but to be sexed by him tonight. A whole long marathon of flavored sex and talk, touch and kiss, laugh and tease. I want him all to myself.

"A man can dream sometimes." I recline back comfortably, trying to gain my general momentum despite the longingness consuming me.

It's been ages since I last had a male touch—his touch.

"And I tend to dream high, Arabella." The shirt slides off his broad shoulders as he grins mischievously at me. I press my lips together, enticed until he throws the shirt on the floor. "Oh, and I make sure to succeed—whatever the cost." He's now undoing the fly of his jeans, and every move he makes is a catalyst for my speeding heartbeat.