We were back to this again. I dared to ask. “What happens if I don’t?”
“Then you’re going to drink every drop of water in this glass each night until you’re so confused about your existence that you become what I want you to be anyways, with some slight side-effects.”
“…I…”
“We can do this the easy way.”
“And what is that?”
“Promise all the things I asked you to and allow me to help you be yourself for once.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Let me fully wake up that beautiful, demented woman you’ve suppressed. The person you become when you’re toeing the line of reality is extraordinary, but you’re also the beautiful woman I’m talking to right now.”
Did that mean my dreams weren’t dreams? Did I have a split personality or something? I didn’t think that was the case. Perhaps it was something like it and he wanted to bring the two halves he was speaking of together. Alaric did a wonderful job of confusing the shit out of me while making perfect sense only to himself.
“I just want to live a life of peace and quiet. I don’t want to wake up every day wondering if I’ve lost my mind or if the man, I love has slipped something in my drink.”
“The man you love?” He beamed at me.
I sank deeper into the water. “It was a figure of speech.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He went to the sink and dumped the water out, leaving the glass behind on the vanity. The wine was placed on the thick ledge of the jacuzzi tub. He flited over to his bathroom cabinets and retrieved a small brown bottle. That was placed beside the wine.
He removed his clothes, standing stark naked right in front of me. My attention went right to his muscled body, sweeping down every defined outline to the that even semi-hard, was impressive.
“Let me know when you’re done,” he intoned jokingly.
“You shouldn’t put it in my face like that then.”
“Catalina, if my dick was in your face, it would be between those pretty pink lips.” He walked over to the tub and climbed in with me. He placed his body beside mine and easily pulled me over to rest between his long legs, nearly on his lap.
I rested my back against his chest, slightly angling my head so he had somewhere to rest his chin.
“I’m scared,” I admittedly quietly.
“I know.” He kissed my cheek and slid one hand slightly lower. “You don’t ever have to be afraid. As long as you love me and stay by my side things won’t be much different than this. I promised you.”
Had he? He’d presented me with two choices and only one was viable even if it didn’t make a lot of sense to me right then, but this was the best route for self-preservation. “You know what I’m going to choose. It’s going to be you.”
A deep breath expelled from him, like a weight just lifted, and dropped another kiss onto my shoulder. “Get on your knees, Cat.”
He let me go so that I could follow his command.
I inched forward and did as he asked, causing my breasts to be all the way exposed and a little cold.
“Bend over the side of the tub.”
“Um…” I trailed off and scooted over to the edge nearest me. I repositioned so that I was sitting on my knees and placed my elbows on the rim of the tub. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” He palmed my ass, methodically kneading the flesh. “I’m going to fuck you just like this.” His hands moved up my sides, skimming back down again to play with me.
He reached for something I couldn’t see. There was the sound of a bottle opening, and then a cool liquid was being squirted between my two globes. Alaric ran his fingers through some of it, teasing the excess into my ass. I sucked in a breath as he added a finger, and then another. He teased the rim, gently stretching me.
“How’s that feel?” His fingers thrust in, slowly coming back out.
“Diff…rent,” I replied with a moan as he repeated the motion.
He rose up and positioned himself behind me, adding more lubricant to my entrance and slathering it on his cock. The bubbled bathwater sloshed with a mini-wave as he lined himself up with me. I closed my eyes and swallowed, grasping the side of the tub.
“Just breathe,” he coaxed, easing in inch by inch.
I was already focused on that. If I tensed up it would hurt more. There was almost like a resistance pushing back at him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad pain, more of intense pressure and strong pinching sensation. He eased out and then thrust one last time, shoving his cock fully in my ass. I closed my eyes, unable to repress a shocked cry.
He grabbed the back of my neck, bracing himself with his other hand on the side of the tub I clung to as he fucked me earnestly. Water sloshed in every direction, some of it onto the bathroom floor.