Ocean Of Need

April 💜 10 🔥🔥🔥 Trust

April 5th

The last three days I haven't been able to think of anything but him. Wondering where he was, who he was with, if he would be coming back. Questioning how he's infiltrated my world way so fast. This room has become a bubble of my own making, or maybe it's not the room, maybe it's him. If the bubble of him bursts, where else can I put myself? There is nowhere I'd rather be than here, with him.

He got here four minutes ago and before I even had a chance to ask where he's been, he kissed me, stripped me, dropped to his knees and took all my thoughts away.

How is it he is able to do this? Bit, by, bit, he has turned me into his Miss Lilah, his Little Pet, his Toy. Each act he trains me to do is another step further down, into trusting him. And now, I am trapped between him and the wall.

I groan as I press the back of my arms against the wall behind me as his tongue laps circles around my clit. 'Fuckkkk,' I breathe out. 'That feel so good.'

'Tell me what you need,' he says, breaking the connection between his tongue and my soul.

'You Sir. I need you.'

'And did you follow my rule, Lilah? Did you refrain from touching what's mine?'

'Yes Sir, I followed your rule.'

He stares at me, not at me, but into me. His eyes seem to flicker, as if he's reading something behind my eyes. As if he's running the tape of my last three days without him and checking I haven't touched myself.

He nods once, drops his eyes and returns his tongue to my sacred place. Pushing my legs further apart he makes me slide further down the wall. His hands clasped around the top of my thighs, pulse there in a tight grip.

I pant as I look down at him kneeling between my legs. Watch his gorgeous mouth fucking me. 'Please,' I moan.

He pulls my further onto his mouth, till my back arches and only the top of my shoulders are left on the wall supporting me. The rest of my weight is resting on his mouth, his tongue pressed harder against me, laps further under me and then presses inside.

'Sir!' I cry out, 'Please...'

'You are such a good girl,' he groans, 'You taste so fucking pure. You are my favourite taste.'

I'm on tip toes now, my whole body arched backwards, only my shoulder tips and the backs of my arms pressed firmly against the wall to stop me falling. My head is pressed forward, allowing me to watch him. I can't move my arms without falling. My world shrinks to the feel of the plaster of the wall, the tip of his tongue, and the grip of his hands on my thighs.

He pushes further into my pussy. Hot, wet, undulating... Suddenly my arms come off the wall and lift above me, bending over the top of my head, my hands pressing flat against the wall above me. My head rolls back till the top of it is against the wall in a reverse hand stand as my body takes matters into its own hands and an orgasm rips through me, so strong that I scream at the ceiling.

I'm vaguely aware of Mac holding my up by only his mouth and his hands now gripped under my ass, as my legs tremble and my body convulses. As I start to lose the strength in my legs he lowers me slowly towards his knees as my hands and head slide down the wall.

Landing on his thighs, I wrap my legs around his hips. He makes a cradle of his hands around my back, holding me facing him. Tears slide down my face. I don't know why I'm crying. Maybe because he wants me to. Does he want me to cry for him?

He kisses away the tears from my face, and says, 'Beautiful.'

I blink at him slowly and say, 'I missed you.'

'I know, Little Pet. I was working and it was beyond my control. But you were on my mind every minute that I was away.'

'I thought you'd gone.'

'Never,' he smiles, then cocks his head to the side and says, 'You sound so little.'

Heat scorches across my face.

'It's beautiful Lilah. This version of you.' He shifts his position and pulls my into his lap. Rocking me tenderly, he says, 'Shhh, it's ok. I've got you.' I feel something deep in the core of me melt, pulling pieces of myself with it and melding them back together. I've never felt so small or so safe with anyone. Not since my mother left.