Want it.
Need it.
Feed the desire that I know is inside both of us.
I’m on my back, a pillow propped up behind my head, allowing me to watch her next move—if she decides to make one, but when she doesn’t, I decide to make it for her.
Reaching down, I pull the zipper of my jeans open and then remove my shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Snow’s eyes wander up the bed slowly, deliberately until they meet with mine and I let out a low chuckle.
Maybe it’s because she hasn’t been touched like this before that she doesn’t know what to do. Perhaps, Ishouldguide her; isn’t that what a normal man would do?
It now dawns on me that I ask myself that question more than I should which only solidifies that I’m far from the norm and I’m quite fine with that.
Grunting, I tug at the leash. Snow lurches forward, losing her balance, and I watch as her hands struggle briefly as she uses them to prop herself up either side of my legs. She looks up at me from underneath the cascade of white hair that’s fallen on her face, and I can almost swear that I see the smile curving her lips.
Of course, at this point, it could all be in my head, but I refuse to believe that.
I’ve had such vivid dreams of this exact moment that it’s almost hard to fathom it’s actually happening and not another dreamscape that I’ve wandered into.
The reality of it takes over me like a tidal wave crashing into coastal Japan. I quickly begin to reel her in, wrapping the leash tightly around my fist, until she’s hovering above me, panting, and desperate for what’s to come.
The pink nipples on her small, supple tits graze my bare chest when I give her leash another tug.
The sheer sensation of it starts to make my dick hard, but I won’t let her know. Not just yet. She has to remember her discipline and earn that; no matter how desperately I want her right now.
I raise myself off the bed no more than two inches and brush my lips against hers.
Snow places her hands against my chest and pushes me away. I wrap the leash tighter around my fist and give it a hard jerk. When she yelps and comes dangerously close to crashing against me, I place a hand around the flesh of her minimally exposed neck and look into her eyes.
It takes a moment for them to come into focus, to see me again, but when they do it’s almost like she’s finally seeing me for the first time.
“Don’t do that again,” I warn her in a low tone. She nods and I lay back down on the bed, pulling her down against me.
By this point, I could fuck her through the goddamn mattress, but I want to be patient. I have to know that this will all be worth it in the end.
Worth means more to me than love and I’ve taken a huge risk with Snow being here.
I give her some leeway by letting the leash a little looser in my fist, and when she takes in a deep breath, I smile.
“Do you want this?” I ask her.
I do my best to mask the wheedling in my tone, but I need her to say yes more than anything.
More than the fucking air she breathes.
Which I’m more than willing to cut off again if she doesn’t answer me the way I want her to.
“Yes,” she whispers after what seems like a torturous century of time.
“This has to be our secret, okay? Just like when you got here,” I remind her as I reach up and gently caress the side of her face.
“Our secret,” she echoes as she waits.
I can see the innocence in her eyes, in the way she’s sitting clumsily on top of me, and the only thing that I have the will for right now is to destroy it.
With a nod, I sit up and unclip the leash from her collar. She places her hands on my shoulders as I pull her against me, slide my hands up her bare skin, then quickly unbutton the collar from around her throat.