It's been eighteen days now, since I decided to stay. Each day went by quickly enough.
She's been good to me beside the first two nights when she was still breaking me in. One thing's for sure: I learned who was in charge. I've done good since then and have followed all the rules. Jinx even let me out of my room a couple times.
I was sitting at my desk, writing as I'd begun a new story just that morning and I had lots and lots of ideas I wanted to get down. I was nearly done when I heard slow, steady footsteps coming down the hall.
I quickly organized the papers on the desk into the top desk drawer, closed it, and opened a random book that was sitting beside me on the desktop. Just as I began reading, the door opened.
Jinx entered my room and came up behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder and her other arm around my chest, kissing my ear. "Come here," she whispered, pulling me up. I set my book down and got up, taking her hand, and followed as she pulled me towards the bed. The lust was so ferociously fuming off of Jinx; there was an aching in my intimate parts as the strong aroma filled the room.
Jinx pushed me down on the bed and pressed her mouth against mine, her lips slightly parted. My hands found her back and shoulders as her hands trailed up and down my body, begging to breach my boundaries. As I parted my lips, her tongue circled mine and she pressed her hips against my torso, holding me down. I pushed my lips harder against her, begging for more, but she grabbed my hands and pinned them by my ears and smirked down at me.
"Oh, someone's getting a little needy, I see. Let's not forget who's in charge here, little girl," she warned, leaning down to my ear. She spoke softly, her breath warm on my neck. "I'll make sure to take extra good care of you."
Jinx sat up and grabbed the hem of my shirt, and in one swift moment, pulled it over my head and tossed it on the flood beside the bed, doing the same with her own shirt. She then slid off the bed and stood, staring into my eyes as she slid her underwear down her svelte legs in a teasing manner. I pressed my legs together tightly, whimpering softly as she dragged a finger down my bare chest.
I laid still as she climbed back on top of me, straddling my waist. She made sure to press her sex against mine, dampening the thin fabric of my underwear with her desire and ardor for sex. Unable to wait any longer, Jinx leaned down and began to kiss my chest, pulling down my underwear as she moved lower. I gripped the sheets as her fingers ran over the top of my heat, and let out a loud harsh moan as two of her fingers drove into my chasm, each vehement plunge gliding over my most sensitive spot, sending my body into a series of paroxysms. My legs grew feeble as a tightness began to form in my gut. Jinx slowed her pace, her languid thrusts making me tense up around her fingers. I began to squirm and whine, begging her for more. She laughed to herself a little bit and slowly retracted her fingers, holding them up as to admire the sheen coating as it glistened in the light.
I watched as she smirked and stared into my eyes, then put the two fingers in her mouth, slowly sucking on them while staring intently at me. My harsh breaths slowed as I closed my eyes, ready to relieve myself but Jinx stopped me. "Not yet, my sweet little Seraph. Not until you've learned," she warned. I let out a soft whimper.
"Learned what?" I asked with a small shaky voice, struggling to contain my fervor. Jinx laid beside me and slid an arm beneath my neck, pulling me closer to her.
"Learned that you don't get to release until I've told you to do so," she whispered. Accepting my defeat, I simply nodded and nuzzled her chest with my forehead, indicating my need for passionate affection. Jinx laid on her back, pulling me onto her so I could cuddle with her, and slowly stroked my hair as I laid my head against her chest.
After a few moments of silence, I looked up at her and noticed her eyes were closed. I buried my face in her chest and closed mine too, nestling as close to her as I could. "I love you, Jinx," I mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Red Tiles
RomanceWhen a forensic anthropologist finds an entomologist dead in her office, she immediately becomes the prime suspect, and her team struggles to find evidence to prove her innocence. She soon finds herself in the hands of a dangerous stalker, but who...