It seems that on the rare occasion where you want time to pass by slowly, it does not.
The two days that we spend in New York, goes by so quickly that it feels as if it is over, before it has even begun
After i got to my room and took a nap the day we landed, I woke up a half an hour before we needed to be at the event, and I had 25 minutes to get dressed and glammed up to be Mr Cross's date
It was no surprise to anyone that 7 of the artists that were nominated for awards, were signed to Cross records. Even the host for that evening; the famous Devon who I had heard nothing about prior to our trip to New York, was another artist linked to the company
The event went on much longer than I anticipated, that by the end of it, my palms hurt from all the clapping It had done, and my cheeks hurt from the amount of smiling they was subjected to. I went straight back to the hotel, hoping Damien would return with me, but he had not. Instead, he had allowed himself to be roped into attending an after party with Devon that I could only imagine what ungodly hour it would end
Only when I got to my hotel room, did I realize how tired I was, too tired to be disappointed that Damien would not be sharing my bed that night
I slept for so long that I did not even know what time it was when I eventually woke up the next day. Hell, I might not have even woken up if it were not for the sound of insistent knocking on my door.
It took me a while to figure out where I was
Hotel room
The knocking on my door has not ceased, and I get up from the bed groggily with the sole intent of ending the noise, by walking towards the door, wrapping the belt of my robe tighter around my body
I opened the door, and there stood Damien looking handsome as ever, ruffled bed hair, and a crooked grin on his face
''Hi'' I say, a stupid smile beginning to take over my face, letting him now happy that I am that he's here right now
Damien does not answer me, because he has stepped into my room in one movement, and the next his hand is on my neck pressing my head closer to his, as his lips find mine
He coaxes my mouth open with his, his tongue forcing mine into submission, moving his hand from my neck, over my shoulder and down my chest to squeeze my breast. I put my hand over his, and move it back to my neck, waiting until his fingers curl around my windpipe before squeezing my fingers over his, letting him know what I want him to do.
Choke me
He does not hesitate, giving me exactly what I want, whilst taking steps forward, forcing me to take steps backwards to match his stride. I cannot see what is behind me, if there's an object that can bring about me tripping, falling or stubbing a toe, I won't be able to anticipate it as I can't see. I'm putting my full trust in Damien here.
In the next moment I am being tossed onto the bed, feet dangling over the side, I begin moving my body up, making space for him as I do this, only stopping when my head is on the cushion. And then Damien is climbing on top of me, I lift my torso to make it easier for me to meet his lips, he anticipates this, and snakes his fingers around my neck, forcing my head down again, I feel the pressure build in my neck and between my eyes as he slowly cuts the circulation off
My nipples stiffen into hard peaks at this, I want him, need him
He senses the unspoken request, because with his free hand, he loosens the belt of my robe and pushes the fabric out of the way so he can see me
I love how hungrily his eyes drink me in
I'm not wearing a bra, and the only thing that had been under the robe was my purple panties, he seems happy by the fact that I have forsaken a bra
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Mystery / ThrillerThe Bird: Ava Thompson has only ever wanted things that seem out of reach. the further they are, the better. like having her mother return from the dead, or getting her boss to leave his wife for her, maybe acquiring her step father's love, even pu...
