Sinful Delight And The Masters Might

Plans For Spring Break *Mature*

 

  Waking up Sunday morning I was wrapped up in Drakes silk sheets. My skin loved the soft caress against my skin early in the morning, but my body felt worse than the day before. Expertly used in the arts of pain and pleasure.

Drake was right yesterday. I was bored out of my mind kneeing on my personal oversized pillow on the floor beside his desk chair. For two hours after we finished eating breakfast I listened to him make calls and answer emails. Fighting cramps in my calves the entire time searching for anything to occupy my mind.

When lunch time finally came around I jumped at the chance to leave his office. Drake helped me fix a quick meal for us before taking me to the edge of the counter to kneel and feeding me again. Feeling so much like the toy he said I would.

When our lunch was finished and everything cleaned away Drake lead me to the couch in his living room. Turning the fireplace on low then telling me to kneel on the floor with my back toward the middle of the couch. I watched perplexed as Drake went back upstairs coming back moments later with a worn book in his hands.

To my shock Drake reached down grabbing me by the hips and sat me beside him on the couch. He started reading to me from a book of poetry. Some were famous while quiet a few I'd never heard before. His voice wrapping me in a spell stopping me from seeing or hearing anything but him.

Out of all the ones he read the last one had to be my favorite. Love Sonnet XI By Dablo Neruda.

  'I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me all day. I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails. I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face. I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight. Hunting for you, for your hot near, like a puma in the barrens of Quitrature.'

Finishing he closed the book sitting it beside him then placing his hands on my arms. Picking my body up till our lips were a breath away.

"I wasn't looking, but I still found you. Now your all I can see." He kissed me then slow and deep. Complete control never breaking. Setting my body ablaze not slowing his pace.

The kiss quickly turned hotter, more demanding, a hunger growing out of control. We didn't make it pass the couch before Drake had me laid over the armrest squirting my climax for all to see.

Drake was moving before my orgasm stopped fluttering through my system. Making me cum on every surface in the open first floor. Hours later carrying me to his bed spent and pushed to the point of unconsciousness. Waking me up twice more to play before finally letting me sleep.

My lips started moving into a blinding smile a giddy sound leaving my sleep laden voice. I gave my body one last stretch then opened my eyes. I turned my head looking for Drake behind me, but his side of the bed was empty. I ran my hands across the sheets noticing a faint fading heat.

Glancing up at the alarm clock on Drake bedside table the red numbers showed 9:30 AM. Drake was suppose to take me home at noon. I snatched his pillow up burying my nose in his scent curling my arms around it.

Deep sadness filled me at the realization that our time was almost over for the weekend. It seemed like Drake was just picking me up at my apartment. Not an entire two days later. The feeling so profound catching me completely by surprise. It's not like I didn't know the time frame though.