Senses Failed

20

"can you pass the bazadar?"

i smiled, standing up, walking to her end of the extended table, my white, saint laurent, heels clicking against the marble.

the silk dress barely reaching mid-thigh. pouring the wine into her glass, i bent over, so we were eye level, the air fanning my exposed behind.

walking back, my fingers brushed against the body that sat in the chair.

sitting down, i lit my cigarette, pulling it to my mouth. the chemicals making me feel whole.

looking down at the table, i pouted.

"baby"

her hazel eyes stared up at me, giving me her attention.

a sigh of frustration releasing from my mouth glancing at the bodies.

"i made a mess."

she sat back, evaluating my work.

she nodded, taking in the untidiness. "we'll get it clean, ma." she assured, "enjoy your dinner."

the sound of her chair scraping back as she stood, filled the air as she walked to the door.

leaning my elbows on the table , i stared at carter's body, his head laying in the salad.

unconsciously, my hand rubbed through his hair.

"you couldn't even make it to dessert."

the door opened, revealing simon, saint, and another man with large black bags, bronx stood to the side to allow them in.

they walked towards the table, i took a sip from my drink.

she walked over to carter, undoing the buttons, that laid on the wrist of her shirt, throwing carter in the bag as if he was a feather.

without a word they dragged the three bodies from the table and into the body bags, simon staying behind to clear the table.

"no it's fine." he stopped picking up the plates, nodding to me before exiting out the door.

bronx shutting the door behind them.

i stood, walking to the middle of the table, leaning against the glass, wine in hand.

my eyes trailing up her body.

she turned to me, eyes hungry.

"it's almost midnight " my head turned to look through the glass window, seeing the city lights, brightening, the darkened streets.

the smell of cannabis filled my nose, making me turn to her.

she was walking towards me with low eyes, exhaling the smoke that kept her occupied. "we have one more thing to do"

her fingers moving to the button on her shirt, undoing the first three.

i bit my lip, my cheeks flushed from the wine.

when she was in arms length, i pulled her to me.

my arms wrapped her neck. her hand moving up my thigh.

"but it's getting late" i reminded, feeling myself become more eager.

blowing smoke into my face, with one hand, she took me off my feet, placing me on top of the table, her body between my opened legs.

"i guess we have to make it fast than"

hesitantly, my fingers caressed her face. her skin smooth as silk, not a under eye circle in sight, my legs starting to quiver at just the proximity of her.

i kissed her nose, her forehead, her chin, never breaking eye contact, until i got to her pink lips, her tongue sticking out to cover them in her saliva, making them shine.

"i want you"

my breathing heavy, the lust present in my words.

wrapping her hand around my throat, she put out her blunt, crashing her lips onto mine.

it was hungry, her hands gripping my breast through the scrap.

i moaned into the kiss, feeling my dress rise to my waist. my lips trailed to her neck, biting and sucking, wanting to leave my mark on what belonged to me.

the shirt getting in the way, i ripped it off, causing the buttons to fly onto the ground.

she stood back, watching me.

my hair was in a frizz.

one scrap from the dress falling from my shoulder, legs opened, giving her a view of my black thong.

walking back up to me, she ,gracefully, pulled the dress over my head, folding it and placing it on the sofa.

she held out her hand to me, i took it, walking to the balcony as she slid the door open.

the cold breeze fanning my body.

turning me to face her, she picked me up, sitting me on the railing. only one hand holding me up.

"beautiful " her breath warm against my ear.

sliding her hand into my thong, i jumped, from the cold contact.

her fingers rubbing against me so softly , i threw my head back from the contact, my pussy aching for more.

my juices covering her hand.

i just wanted her to eat it.

fuck the foreplay but i knew better then to rush her, especially when it was all feeling so good.

her fingers ripped the soaked fabric from my body, leaving me in nothing, wrapping her hand back around my throat.

a finger gliding down my wet spot, forcefully pushing it inside of me.

"shit"

leaning further out on the railing, the cars honking speeding up my anticipation.

"look at me"

opening my eyes to stare at her, she hovered above.

proving to me how much power she truly had over my existence. "you belong to me , shepherd"

the speed of her penetration increasing.

"you understand that"

nodding, my lips tucked between my teeth.

"say it"

my body started to shake as she added another finger.

"say it" she repeated, the florescent light, beaming on her face.

"i-" i started to say but the power of my body took over, rippling me into a orgasm. "fuck" I breathed.

my body shaking, my arms wrapping around her, looking up at her for she was the cause of this pleasure.

it ,slowly, started to subside.

the rhythm of my chest evening out.

"did i tell you ta cum" her strong hand going back around my throat, squeezing, pushing me back over the railing, my upper body suspending from the air.

the city below me.

a tragic fall it would be.

"say it"

looking from the ground back to her.

"say it"

"i belong to you" her strength dominating my body, "all of me"

a smile made its way on her lips, dropping to her knees in front of me, her tongue controlling me.

i lost my virginity to a heathen and she penetrated me deeper than anything else could ever.