Claiming of Fifty shades

Frenzy

Struck by my statement, no response left her at first. After a small respite, she whispered stuttering, her wavering voice tentative, "W-what-t?" The quick flowing flush on her face drained moment after laborious moment as the implications of my revelation sank in her mind.

Her breath escaped her mouth in a short little gasp. I leaned forward, bending my head, my face level to her stricken one and whispered in her ear, fluttering the glossy locks there with my breath, "I don't want us to make a spectacle of ourselves. Let's go somewhere private where we could talk about... this... affliction of mine."

"Affliction?" She mumbled, bemused. I saw a slow gulp going down her translucent creamy neck, thin imperceptible veins loitering there that further proved the fragility of the woman whose wrist I had clasped in my unforgiving grip. If only I could eliminate the one inch distance between my mouth and her small ear, I'd be able to take her tender little lobe between my teeth. Damn, she had the prettiest ear! If only I could taste it—sample her honeyed enticement.

I closed my eyes as though in pain, my other hand curling into a fist out of frustration. I'd never been more aware of a woman in my life before. I'd never felt more like a man than I felt around her. Perhaps it was her wide-eyed inquisitive gaze or innocent gestures. It could've been her small stature. The fullness of her breasts that belied it. The way she looked inviting one second then dismissive the next—it all drove me insane. My body came alive every time I managed to touch her, however brief the contact. She made me feel like a male the way no female could. A yin to my yang. Some long buried instinct inside me was being aired alive. My muscles were strung up tight, coiled for a release that only her body could grant.

Now I realized what it was. I was on a hunt. A chill of premonition slithered down my spine. The fire was blazing in the dry wilderness of my existence, scorching everything to the ground, giving birth to something fundamental.

Unaware of my predicament, she drew a little near, with eyes as big as saucers. Her warm sweet breath hit me on the side of my neck, raising goose bumps. She articulated, "Private?" then drew back to peer at me.

"Private." I confirmed.

"Can't we... talk here?"

"No. Not here. This place is packed."

"Can you at least release my hand then? It's... i-it's kind of hurting." I reduced the pressure but didn't relinquish my grip. Her another little "please" had me releasing her hand distrustfully, followed by a warning glance. No need to force my hand if she was willing to have a conversation.

"Thanks." She muttered in low tones, quickly rubbing her wrist.

I didn't dabble idly to pay by the card lest she changed her mind. I messaged Taylor to vacate the car and pay the bill by the credit-card I'd provided him with for emergency usage. Then I successfully managed to tenderly grab her hand without appearing unnecessarily hasty. My grip wasn't harsh like before, but ready to leap to firmness if she showed any sort of resistance.

"Come with me." The feel of her mellow flesh underneath my hard grip kept on inflaming my nether regions. Her eyes darted between my face and the door, then travelled towards our adjoined hands. She seemed conflicted with the liberties I had taken with her person so far, her eyes filled with vague uncertainty.

I felt her weighing her options in her mind. "What if I agree to talk here?" She chewed on her lip.

"Tough."

Her feet budged with the slight pressure that I'd exerted, covering the distance of just a few inches before she withstood my gentle attempts at propelling her forward, refusing to yield. "Where... where are you taking me?"