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He speaks with so much diligence and intellect.
I can only look at him through the mirror with body lotion smeared readily on my arm brushing it up and down into my skin buying time for him to finally let rest the bed sheets he is making so I can say my piece too.
"Are you done?". I ask
"Making the bed? Yes I'm done". He excitedly replies.
As if he'd just committed a biggest task, he smiles from ear to ear.
I guess I should then walk up to him.
"No I meant acting like my maker". I say.
He gives me the quizzical stare.
"You tell me how to sing, when to stare at you, how to sleep, when to switch off the lights at night, what to read... ultimately how to behave. Are you my maker?"
My wishful whispers quiz him even more.
Neither am I mad nor am I pleasant with my words.
Should he make out I'm mad right now for him to prepare the bulls fight?
Cause I do fight him when I'm mad.
To little success though because then he'd have gotten me on a leash.
His phone rings, I'm only halfway from him. His turn for attendance grants me access to sneak my hands under his arms.
It's left ignored and soon his head falls back. He halts, draws a lungful before turning himself to face me.
He cups my face.
"I don't tell you how you should act".
It's a statement.
Whether it's true or not, I can't make out but I know I what I know.
He is controlling.
"Instead I give you a broader perspective... like why you should not do something when you can do it in a different and effective manner".
I look at him like really!
"Listen..." He says.
His eyes reassuring me otherwise.
"Look at me.."
He whispers closer as he speaks.
I have sulked up, I want him to just stop being controlling and let me be.
"You want me to stop?". He asks.
It's an innocent question.
He lets me think.
Do I?
I nod.
His hands snuggle down to my waist. He pulls and bumps me closer to his abdomen.
I stand on my toes.
"Do you...?" He asks again.
His commands and questions sound even more erotic.
This is daylight blackmailing.
I nod. Gathering my expressions.
"Yes I want you to stop and let me be!".
"You want me to stop telling you to do this?"
He seductively whisper into my ear;
"Say my name... meet me halfway... look at me... widerrr..."
What pit am I falling into? Since I can't handle the wetness.
"You need me to stop...?"
Need specified a little louder. The ball is in my court.
"Please...". I randomly say. Completely out of context. But right now I feel conflicted. I need him. Control me all you want Anuj! I don't care. Just punish me.
My toes suddenly hurt. He senses it and carries me in his arms to the bed. His eyes glued to mine. I hadn't let go of his neck.
