Through Heaven and Hell

All Mine

 We remain like that for what feels like hours. I don't fall asleep. I can't. 

After a while, I feel his hand move down slightly. I start to panic. What do I do? What can I do?

His hand moves from my waist. My skin feels cold from the loss of his body heat. He starts unzipping my skirt from the back, and my heart just about leaps out of my mouth. I want to say something, but I can't. I'm frozen.

He suddenly moves away from me, leaving my skirt unzipped. I can't breathe. I want to move, but I can't.

After a moment, I hear the closet door open. Is he trying to get me to change into lingerie? I finally move. I sit up and look to him.

"What are you doing?" I finally ask, and he flinches.

"Oh. I thought you were asleep," he says.

"Is that why you unzipped my skirt?"

"I actually unzipped it because the zipper was starting to bother me," he replies before producing sweatpants from the closet. "Change into these."

He tosses the pants over, and I catch them.

"And this," he says, grabbing a large shirt and tossing that over, too. "That tight outfit can't be comfortable."

"Thank you," I say, standing up before pulling off my skirt. I don't even care that he's watching. I pull on the sweatpants. They're a little too big for me, but they're comfortable. I pull off my tight shirt before pulling on the large t-shirt he'd thrown me. So this is why he'd specified that I bring nothing of my own. He wanted to dress me up in...his clothes. Wow sexy.

"You're so beautiful," he says, coming over to me. I feel my heart rate spike.

I look up at him. He smiles slightly. He touches my face gently. I don't pull away. He slides his hand down my arm before taking my hand.

"Come here," he says, sitting down on the bed.

I let out a breath, and when I try to sit beside him, he stops me. He pats his lap, and I feel my face pale.

"It's okay. Just come here, love," he says. All these pet names are making my head spin. They're things that I'd want a boyfriend to call me, but he's not my boyfriend. He's...him.

I timidly sit down in his lap, feeling awkward.

"I want to tell you something," he says, and I look to him. "Face me."

The only way I could face him is if I straddled him. By the look on his face, that's what he wants.

I move off him before awkwardly straddling him. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. I put my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance, and he puts his hands on my hips before slipping them behind me, pulling me into him more.

My breath hitches. We're so close. My legs are uncomfortable, bent on either side of his legs.

"You're uncomfortable, aren't you?" he asks, trying not to laugh.

I nod, feeling my cheeks flush.

"Make yourself comfortable. You should get acquainted with this, seeing as you'll be in my lap often," he says, making my stomach do a flip. I don't know how to feel about that.

I look away and straighten my legs. When I do so, he pulls me into him completely, and I squeak in surprise. Our chests are pressed together as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"I want to tell you something," he repeats, his lips by my ear. I shiver, and I know he can feel it.

I wrap my arms around him. I want something to hold on to, and he's the only thing available. I feel nervous.

What is he going to say? I feel so powerless.

"I'm going to tell you what I want to do with you," he whispers. I feel my stomach clench. He moves. He buries his face in my hair, and I feel my breath hitch. "Lots and lots of fucking," he murmurs, his accent coming through deliciously with each word.

My stomach does a flip at his words, and I bite my lip.

"I want to see you writhe in pleasure under me. I want to hear you scream," he says softly, making me shiver.

My mind doesn't know how to feel, but my body does. It wants this. And I feel betrayed.

"You're going to feel so much pleasure that you won't be able to remember your own name." I feel his hands grab my ass.

My legs tighten around him involuntarily.

"You're all mine, darling," he whispers. "And we're going to have so much fun."

I don't know if he wants a response or not. I don't know how to respond, anyway.

"I see you like the sound of that," he comments smugly, and it takes me a moment to understand what he's saying. Do I have a boner? I don't have a dick. What the fuck.

And then I realize—oh fuck. My legs and tightened around him significantly, and my hands are fisted in his shirt. Well. Mm. Yeah.

A/N

Just thinking about his accent makes me die goodbye