The Taste Of Lust

LUST 01

You step out of the shower, the cold of the marble tiles under your feet slightly sending shivers up your spine as you hum to the beat of the seductive music through the speakers in your bedroom.

   With only a towel wrapped around your slender figure, you paddle out to your bedroom, the plush carpet under you engulfing you in a wave of comfort. The beat drops and you sway your hips, moving around your room.

  Your hands latch onto   your bed stand and you drop your body down and pick it back up. Suddenly, a tingle runs up your spine when you hear a slow, purposeful applause. You whip around, your jet black hair flying behind you.

Then you see me. Leaned back against your  bedroom door, with a pair of hand cuffed.
my brown  eyes gleam in the dim LED lights. “Did you leave the door without locking due to expecting  me darling?” I asked, my  low and malicious voice.

Unconsciously, your hands tightens around your towel that does nothing to cover your long legs. “How’d you get in?” you growl. I smirk and slowly trails my eyes along your body, not missing an inch because  that clothe can't cover your sinful body from my eyes..

Now, baby.. oblivious to the heat creeping up your neck, despite the pit of loathe burning in your stomach. your legs start to get shake due to excitment.  I takes a step forward, just as you take a step back. Even if  I was halfway across the room, it didn’t stop your heart from racing with anticipation- or suspense. My quick strides allowed me to cross the room with ease.

As if out of habit, I grabs the slender column of your throat and slams you up against your bedroom wall. “You’re going to dance for me like a good little girl.                                                                                                                                      
“What makes you think I’m going to do that?” you fire back, my words adding fuel to the fire burning inside you. I chuckles, and you know from the sound that it’s dark. “Oh, darling… we both know you don’t need a warning to get on your knees-”
Your face flushes with fury and embarrassment and you shove me back, but the impact does nothing to so much as move for me. “What do you want?”

A smirk spreads on my face as I glances down at you. “You, baby. I want you to dance for me. And don’t stop. Not until I say so.” You hesitate, then grudgingly mutter out a ‘whatever.’ I pauses, and leans forward so that my breath brushes your ear with the slightest temptation.
“One more thing..”

“What’s that?” you ask, releasing a sharp breath. “You’re going to do it naked.”

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