Untainted_Who pulls the strings of your heart?

Beginning of the end of Us Part 1

'' I know you were called in...'' he traced her hip with a thumb, stopping when he found the spot where the bone was prominent '' ...and I'm dying curious...''

'' Of course, you are..'' she sighed and shifted her body slightly to a more comfortable position. She was straddling him on the huge bed.

It was a real chaos around them in the room. The sheets and the covers crumbled and pushed aside, some hanging from the bed, some lying on the floor. There were pieces of clothes scattered everywhere, books here and there, in piles or just left opened and marked around. There were piles of papers, a huge amount of them concentrated on and around the work table opposite the bed. On top of that table was a laptop that would hum mechanically once in a while, next to it was an old typing machine, old file cases and notebooks everywhere. On the wall up all kinds of colorful photos and postcards were stick...they would move with the breeze coming in through the french windows sometimes...He couldn't help himself but look at them then, often they looked like huge butterflies or birds..fluffing up their wings and getting ready to take off/ flyaway.

He avoided to have a closer look to them, he couldn't stand seeing Simona's happy face.. there were the faces of her family and friends. It was hard to believe that the Simona he knew was completely different than that round faced , shy looking creature from these photos.

He returned his attention to her again,the half naked woman straddling his tights...If it wasn't a lazy Thursday afternoon he would actually say something was off about her.He had never seen her so sober, eyes sharp and sparkling in the warm light of the bedroom. He had done his best, this last one year and half, to keep her under control- high, but not too high. A good dose in the weekends, a nice little fix during the week. As much to keep her functioning, so she would work, make money and still need him.Her need of him satisfied him in odd ways. Even in this messy room where he had to watch out for his every step. Even with this wreck of a woman..compared to his big house, shining clean and tidy...his beautiful wife and kids...Here he felt truly free, truly in control of his life.

He knew she had the money, she had the contacts but she chose to call him. And it would make his chest swell with a funny feeling of pride sometimes. He would buy her presents,take her to places, bring her a top quality fix like he did today and watch her enjoy it.

She got off him then unbuttoning the shirt that was hanging on her body. She took it off and put it over the nearest chair. He made himself even more comfortable on the bed,putting his hands behind his head, his legs well spread. He could never have enough of this view, her walking naked around, ignoring him completely.His spent cock twitching with interest between his legs. She bent down over the make-up table and had a quick smirk of what was left on the mirror. He had treated her coke today...

''You like my new dress?'' opening the mirrored doors of her wardrobe, she showed him a silky green dress.

'' Would love to see it on you though..'' he answered lazily.. he couldn't help but think of the numerous times he had fucked her against those doors. He felt his mouth water seeing her put it on..no underwear...no bras..the silk fabric might as well been cool against her skin..it looked like she got the chills, her nipples perking under the shiny material.

As if she had /could read his mind she leaned her back to the mirrored doors...she enjoyed everything cool and smooth against her skin at that moment.