Ocean Of Need

💜 19 🔥🔥🔥 The Taste Of You

April 6th Continued...

He looks up from my feet and smiles.

'Is the inspection over, Sir?' I ask softly and lean over his body wrapping my arms around his shoulders, wanting to be closer to him.

'Oh, sweet girl,' he says, in surprise at this soft gesture.

I look down at you and smile

'I have a present for you. I got it while I was away working. Would you like it now, or after breakfast?'

I chew my lip. I know I need to eat, but when I'm with him I'm only ever hungry for him.

'I think you need to eat, dear, and then you can have your present, and then, if you'd like to, we can play.'

'We've got eggs in the fridge,' I say. 'Shall I whip us up an omelet?'

'Great idea. Do you need help with that?' He asks.

I laugh and say, 'No. I can just about manage an omelet. Maybe you could play DJ and I can cook.'

The smell of the omelettes fills the room, along with The Kills, "Baby Says". We both hum along.
I smile as I watch him putting knives and forks on the table. This is the closest to domesticated we have ever been, and it feels nice. Easy. Safe.

There's that word again. Safe. I'm always looking for that feeling, in between all the other feelings.

I push the omelettes onto the plates and carry them over to him at the table.

We eat in contented silence, and I gaze out of the window at the ocean, a new poem growing in my mind. Watching the turquoise waters moving rocks around the earth.

'Eat up, Lilah. You need your strength after last night.' He smiles.

'But I'm full.' I'm always full when I'm with him.

'Eat, or I'll feed you.'

I eat until my plate is clean.

'Good Girl.' He pats his lap, and says, 'Come.'

I smile, walk around the table, sit on his lap, and curl up. A happy little cat, as he strokes my hair. Time stretches and disappears as I stare out at the ocean. Waves breaking in the sunlight, all the greens making room for the crashing of the white horses. Dust motes float in the rays of sun breaking through the window and washing across the floor boards. And I breathe in the scent of you. I am home.

'Would you like your present now?' He murmurs.

'Yes please, Sir.'

'Give me a minute, it's in the pick up. I'll be right back.'

Three minutes later he's back with three packages, wrapped in black paper, tied with a black ribbon and a knot.

'Oh, I wasn't expecting...'

I unwrap the paper of the smaller box, and open the lid. Inside is a beautiful black wand, with a gold trim. It has three buttons. I switch one on and the vibrator comes to life, making me smile.

'I'm always thinking of you, Lilah. Even when I'm not with you. I need you to know that.'

'It's beautiful, thank you.' I turn it over in my hand, touching the buttons, wondering how it works.

'One is for speed, the other is for different vibrations,' he says, reading my mind, the way he always does. 'I thought it might be a good idea to get a new toy for my toy. For when I can't be here. Because there will be times when I can't be here. Times when I have to work.'