Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

Virgin and the Beast

Day 11 

He hasn't touched you at all during the night. Despite that, you've been on the edge of the bed, curled up on yourself, frozen. You wake up and let one arm slip down, your back all strained from your position but it doesn't bother you as much as the ache you feel when you extend one leg. There's a slightly painful discomfort inside your sex, something you've never experienced before. You slowly turn around to face him and the movement causes pressure in your inner walls, making you hiss. He opens his eyes at the sound and looks at you from the short distance between your bodies.

-Good morning – he says and it's more of a question than a greeting.

-Morning – you whisper.

-Have you slept well?

-Yes – you start playing with the sheets, pulling nervously the fabric. He attempts to caress your shoulder, but as a reflex, it goes back.

-What's up with you?

-Nothing – you try to force a smile, not wanting him to get angry, an old fearful feeling setting into your core. You sit down and the ache gets intense like that so you hurry to stand up and go to the cupboard – Would you like something? – you ask shaking, trying to distract your mind, but a hand on the cupboard door closing it makes you gasp and turn around. Michael is in front of you, trapping your body against the chest of drawers.

-Yes: you – your jaw trembles weak and you let out a small nervous laugh but he doesn't even smile, just there contemplating your face since he doesn't allow a way out. Please be strong, stay away from temptation. You look down to not get captivated by his eyes but you find his bare pale chest which is moving slightly up and down. Why, Michael? You bite the inner part of your bottom lip, about to cry.

-You're so funny – you breathe out and push his arm to move away, so bad at pretending to be sarcastically casual. He stays leaned against the chest of drawers for a moment, watching your back as you don't want to face him and then reaches a cereal bar and gives it to you. While you eat it, he gets dressed, still observing you fixed on the wall, seated on the bed despite the discomfort between your legs. Elusive kitten.

-Little one, can you come here and help me with this buttons? – you turn around with your wrecked expression but you still naively have the hope that he hasn't noticed it, so you get up and walk hesitant towards him. You pull his sleeves and start clipping the buttons of his wrists but he doesn't let you finish the task because he makes some discreet steps forwards causing you to go backwards and to start again with the buttonholes. As soon as you are getting one in place, he repeats the movement and you walk back losing concentration once more. You look at him like you know he is doing it on purpose but he doesn't change countenance, instead, he makes notoriously forward steps.

-What? – you ask releasing his sleeves and moving backwards but this time he doesn't stop till you reach the wall with your back. Now he has you trapped again, with both of his palms touching the wall on each side of you.

-That's what I'm asking: what?

You laugh and intend to push his arm like you did before but he gets closer, his forearms bending and touching the wall to prevent you from escaping.

-No, you're not slipping away this time - In that way you feel no longer personal space because his chest is stuck to yours and it's impossible to move at his round-up. Also, you have no choice but to face him and his blue eyes are loosening the lump in your throat. Please, Michael, don't... I won't be able to refrain – What's happening? – although you don't answer, when he tucks your hair behind the ear, it's enough for you to explode crying.