Rainbow Eyes

Seven

SEVEN

   I was on the bed again. I was lying on my right side, my left leg up, right leg down and both my arms on my right. My eyes fluttered, but I didn’t open them yet. I moved one of my wrist and my right ankle, feeling the soft and coldness of the sheets under me.

‘THWAP’

My eyes snapped open, my body completely unprepared for that. I propped myself on one of my elbows and turned my head to look behind me. There stood Wilde; a pillow in one of his hands. He tossed it carelessly on the space of the bed behind me, a sly smile on his face.

“Lunch” he said

My eyes bulged, the events at ‘breakfast’ coming into my mind. Before I could pull in air to scream at him, he laughed.

“No, you won’t refuse” he said, and even if humor danced lightly in his eyes, his voice was firm “Did you forget what I told you?”

I looked at his neck, not into his eyes; to avoid getting lured into him. I sat up and let my right leg onto the floor while my left remained kneeled on the bed.

“You can’t just do those things to me and expect that I would say yes like you want! Why did you bring me here? Wasn’t it to work for you?” I yelled

Why does he need me in that… activity, anyway? If all he wanted was like ‘breakfast’, then I bet there were more women out there for him with more experience. In fact, there was probably an army of girls prepared to kneel and kiss his shoes when he wants them to. So, why me?

My eyes moved up to his.

“Devany,” his tone was even, almost emotionless. We weren’t touching, but his eyes sliced through me; gripping at my soul with no interest of letting go “what did I say when I want something? What is your response?”

Slowly, he walked to my right, my eyes irremovably stuck with his.

“No objections” the words slipped through my lips without my consent

“And what are you doing now?” he murmured, his voice was firm, yet light

“Objecting” I swallowed “but for a reason -”

He placed a finger on my lips, effectively silencing me. His eyes moved from my own to down my neck, his cool, long finger travelled from my lips to down my chin. He traced the side of my jaw line until all his fingers wrapped themselves around my neck. He wasn’t choking me, he was showing me my place, and I hated that my hands didn’t push him away.

He lightly pushed; guiding me back down onto the mattress; his grip on my neck did not tighten, but didn’t loosen either. With his right hand holding my neck, his left hand pushed back my hair. He leaned forward; his thumb tilting my chin upwards and his lips met with the area under my right ear; his warm breath onto my tense skin made a shiver run down my spine.