He turned, looked around the room, and then looked at the floor of the closet again.
“Get all the shoes out of the closet. Move them out for a minute. We’ll put them back in later,” he said as he motioned to the closet floor.
“Sir?”
“You still speak English, right? Since I saw you last?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows.
I nodded, confused.
He tilted his head, eyebrows still raised.
“Yes sir.” I responded.
He motioned to the closet and stepped aside.
Okay, this is just fucking weird. It’s 11:30 at night on Sunday night.
I knelt down and started scooping the shoes from the closet floor, tossing them onto the bedroom floor. I looked out and up at Erik.
He nodded.
Well, this must be making him happy.
I tossed all of the shoes I could reach, and then slid the closet door to the other side of the closet and started on the other side. After all of the shoes were in a mountain of a pile surrounding Erik, I stood up and looked at the mess.
“Get in the closet for a minute,” he demanded.
“In with the clothes?” I asked.
“Yes, Kelli, in with the clothes,” he said.
I stepped inside the closet, smashing the shirts against the rod.
He shut the door.
“Can you see anything?”
His voice was muffled from outside the closet. I blinked my eyes. It was darker than dark. I could not see a thing.
“No, nothing,” I responded.
“Nothing at all?” he asked.
“No sir,” I responded.
He opened the door.
“Get comfortable,” he said, and he shut the door.
As the door closed, I started thinking about the night he restrained me, blindfolded. I really didn’t want to go through that again. I sat on the floor, moved to the corner of the closet, and pulled my knees up to my chest.
Faintly, I heard Erik moving around on the other side of the door.
And the door opened.
Erik stood on the other side of the door, naked. He stepped into the closet, and shut the door behind him.
“Damn, it is dark as fuck in here, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” I responded.
“Take off your pajamas,” he said.
I pulled off my top and set it in the corner. I stood to a crouch and took off my pants.
I heard the clothes on the rack sliding to the side.
His hand touched my knee.
“Lay down,” he said.
I scooted across the floor until I could lay flat on the floor.
His hand felt along my body until it reached my breast. He began to lightly pinch my nipple between his finger and thumb. His other hand slid along my stomach toward my neck.
His lips met mine.
I felt his hard chest against me and his forearm against my shoulder. As he lightly squeezed my neck, he kissed me slowly and softly.
His mouth moved to my chin, his tongue softly touching my skin immediately after his lips made contact. His chest slid to my stomach. As his mouth encompassed my breast, his tongue circled my nipple. He sucked, and as he moaned lightly, his hands caressing my upper arms.
I began to moan.
“Shhhh,” he said.
“No talking, no noise,” he whispered.
As his tongue licked my other nipple, his hands slid down to my waist. His chest slipped down past my waist and onto my thighs as his mouth slid across my stomach. As he kissed my hips, I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.
The intensity from being in the closet, the complete darkness, and not being allowed to speak or moan was becoming exciting to me. Not being able to see what he was doing was a different type of exciting. Watching Erik during sex was one thing that I enjoyed immensely. Seeing his tattooed body, his muscles, and his gorgeous face was enough in itself to bring me to climax.
But this.
This was another form of heaven.
I exhaled and relaxed, enjoying the moment. His tongue circled my hip bone as his hands slid up and down my inner thighs. His chest pressed against my upper legs. As his mouth moved to my other hip, his hand slid up my thigh to my…
Oh God.
Soaked.
What the…
He was slapping his hand against my pussy. His fingers were smacking against my pussy, as if he were clapping. It became more intense and rhythmic. The feeling became predictable and welcome.
I bit my lip.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
When his hand made contact, I felt a tingle in my clit. It had become swollen, and as his hand made contact with my pussy, it sent a charge through me like electricity. He lifted his mouth from my hip.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Oh Fucking fuck.
He slid his finger inside me. As he fingered me slowly, he blew on my pussy. He inhaled and blew again. As his fingers working in and out slowly, he continued to blow. I could feel my wetness down the crack of my butt. Another finger. In and out. In and out. Slow and predictable.
He blew.
In and out. In and out. His fingers slid in deep, and as he pulled his fingers out, his palm was rubbing my clit.
Another finger.
Oh please. God. I’m going to…
Cum.
Hard.
I bit my lip.
Hard.
And raised my ass from the floor. And down. And up. And back. Up.
Oh God. Erik.
Let me scream.
I relaxed. And came.
As his fingers slowly worked in and out, he continued to blow.
And I came. Again. And again.
His fingers slowly slid out, and he blew lightly.
His wet finger touched my chin. I raised my head from the floor, opened my mouth, took his fingers in, and began sucking them slowly.
Oh God.
Tongue.
His tongue.
His tongue began to flick against my clit. His left hand cupped my breast. Pinching. He’s pinching. He began pinching my nipple.
His tongue circling my clit, he pressed his chin hard between my legs. The pressure was an odd intensity against my pussy. His stubble was aggravating yet pleasurable. He lifted his chin and his tongue began to lick the length of my pussy. The manner that he was licking was again, predictable. I could foresee each stroke of his tongue just before he licked me.
Keep doing that....
Right.
There.
I pressed his fingers hard with my tongue as I sucked them. His tongue pressing deeper as he licked, I arched my back. As my butt came up from the floor, I lightly bit down on his fingers and I came.
I sucked his fingers harder.
And.
I came again.
I pushed my pussy against his face. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and placed his hand on my left shoulder. His fingers stopped pinching my nipple and his hand slowly worked its way to my right shoulder. He lifted his mouth from my pussy.
No…
He kissed his way up my torso.
His mouth.
Soft, soft kisses. Our lips touching, his tongue met mine. Soft and intense, we kissed. I wanted desperately to moan. I raised my head, and pressed my mouth against his. As we kissed, he squeezed my shoulders with his hands.
As we kissed, I could smell him. His cologne. I felt his cock against my thigh.
I wanted him inside of me.
He moved his hand from my left shoulder. I felt him raise his hips, and I felt his hand between my legs. His finger slid back and forth along my pussy lips. I was so wet.
Oh God.
Slow, go slow.
Slowly, he slid his entire length into me. His hands on the floor beside me, his chest barely touching mine, he began to work his hips back and forth, forcing himself in and out of my wetness. As he pressed in deep, h
e raised his hips, grinding himself against my clit. Once again, rhythmically, he began a predictable motion. Like music, he fucked me.
In and out. In and out. In and out. His cock filling me, stretching. God, it felt so good feeling his muscular body against me, being full of him. In and out his cock worked slowly.
His chest against mine. Mmmmm.
His lips.
We kissed. His tongue circled my lips, licking the outside of them lightly.
In and out. In and out.
Oh God. I need something to…
Bite.
I clenched my teeth and bit the inside of my lip. My pussy began to contract as he slid in and out. I clenched my jaw and exhaled.
And came, and came.
I raised my hips…
And an orgasm filled me. I relaxed. And. I. Came.
And as he slowly fucked me I collapsed on the floor, unable to hold my butt off of the floor.
He lowered his face to mine and kissed me softly.
And he laid his head on my chest. His breathing slowed and he remained still. I reached around his back and held him until his cock became flaccid.
He twitched.
I may or may not have fallen asleep.
And slowly, he raised his body from mine, and opened the closet door.
The light in the room was blinding. I blinked and looked into the room. Erik ducked under the clothes, and stepped into the room. Standing naked, he held his arm out toward me. I reached out and grabbed his fingers with my hand, and he helped me to my feet.
Okay, that closet thing started out really, really weird, but it got extremely sexy real quick.
“Grab your stuff. Your pajamas, baby girl,” he said as he pointed to the closet floor.
He pulled on his jeans, buckled his belt, and inhaled. He looked up at the ceiling and exhaled.
As he pulled his shirt over his head, he took another quick breath.
“Things may be kind of crazy here for a few days. There’s some stuff going on with the club. Don’t worry. It’ll all work out, but I may be busy, and I could be in some strange moods here for a few days, we’ll see,” he reached for his boots.
After he laced up his boots, he picked up his holster and held it in his hand.
“Kiss me, baby girl,” he said.
We kissed. He hugged me. As he pulled himself away, he spoke.
“Lock the door behind me, baby girl, okay,” he said over his shoulder.
I nodded.
“Yes sir.”
And he left.
I stepped over the shoes that littered the floor and flipped the light switch.
I pulled the blankets up to my chin and stared at the ceiling, smiling.
I had no idea what was going on, but that was not about him, it was about me.
Exhausted, and with a clear head, I closed my eyes.
And fell asleep.
KELLI. There are things a man can say that make you think he cares for you. There are things he can do that make you pretty certain. There’s absolutely nothing about a man defending your honor - being willing to stand up and actually risk his life in a fight – that does anything but confirm what he feels inside.
Erik. Made. Me. Melt.
“You sure you’re okay?” I raised my eyebrows as I turned the bolt on the door.
“I’m fine, I didn’t hit him that hard,” he responded as he inspected his elbows and hands.
“Do you need anything for your hands?” I asked as I walked toward him.
“No, they’re not cut, just sore,” he assured me.
“I want you to understand something, Kelli. I’m not a violent person. Understand that. I don’t get into bar fights, or any fights for that matter because I like it. But there’s one thing I will never stand for – and that’s someone being disrespectful toward you. Do you understand, baby girl?” he said as he reached out and placed his forearms over my shoulders.
“Yes, I understand,” I relaxed as he placed his arms around me.
The thought of him fighting for me, mentioning defending me in the future, and finishing his sentence with baby girl made me tingle all over. I slid my arms around him and gave him a hug. My face buried in his chest, I drew in a slow breath through my nose. His distinct smell made me sigh in comfort.
I want you.
No matter how much time we spent together, I always feared doing something that would be the wrong thing. Erik never gave me a reason to think I had done anything that would make him angry, but I always feared doing something he didn’t want me to do. Right now, more than anything, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to toss me on the floor and just take me.
He had told me at the airport right after we had met, that I had only seen a facet of what he prepared to do to me - a facet. I was ready for the entire diamond. Most of what he had done was focused on mind-fucking me. He had crawled inside of my head for sure, but I wanted him somewhere else.
I wanted him inside of me.
“Did you wash the clothes I left over here the other day?” he asked as he slowly pushed me away from his chest.
“Yes. They’re in the laundry room, washed and folded,” I answered, wishing he hadn’t pushed me away.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ve been on the bike all day, had that damned meeting, and then to the bar. I feel filthy.”
“Ok, I’ll grab them for you.” I said as I turned toward the laundry room.
When I returned from the laundry room, he was already in the bathroom. I speculated what he may be thinking, what kind of mood he might be in. I always wondered what he was thinking. I wanted more than anything for this relationship to work, and sometimes it was difficult to convince myself it would.
Communication is key, Erik had told me. He had told me that many times. He was not always willing to volunteer his feelings or thoughts to me, and left me to guess what he was thinking or feeling. I haven’t much experience with figuring out men, and sometimes I just wish he’d tell me what he wanted me to do. If he did, we’d both be much happier.
I placed the clothes on the arm of the couch and sat down. The sound of the shower starting and him moving the shower curtain back and forth assured me he had started his shower. Maybe the shower would make him feel better and a little more lively. I’m sure the fight in the bar probably has him exhausted.
Life is about opportunities and options. I’m going to give you both. An option to apologize and an opportunity to walk away. I started to get wet thinking about it. There was something both sickening and sexy about watching men fight. Watching Erik do what he did was sexy. No one had ever stood up for me before. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was because I watched it happen. Maybe it was because…
“Kelli. Come in here!” Erik screamed from the bathroom.
Shit. What did I do? I forgot to give him his clothes. Is there shampoo in there? He needs a razor. I didn’t buy him razors. Shit.
I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. “Yes?” I asked.
“Get in here,” he responded from inside the shower.
“You want me to…”
“It’s pretty fucking simple, Kelli. Take off your clothes and get in the shower,” he laughed from behind the shower curtain.
I quickly undid my pants and pushed them down to my feet and kicked them aside. I unbuttoned the first two buttons on my shirt, pulled it over my head, and dropped it on the floor beside my pants. I tossed my bra onto the pile and pulled off my socks.
“I thought maybe you were mad at me,” I said as I pulled the shower curtain open.
“Baby girl, if I’m mad at you, I’ll let you know,” he said as he stepped toward the rear of the shower.
He looked massive in the small area of the shower. I stepped into the shower facing him, with my back toward the shower head. The warm water against my body startled me and I shivered.
His chest muscles quivered as he stood facing me.
“Water too cold? Too hot?” his biceps flexed as ran his hands th
rough his hair.
“No, it feels great…just wasn’t ready for it,” I said as I tilted my head back, allowing my hair get wet.
“Turn around and face the shower,” he lowered his hands and whispered.
“Yes sir,” I responded, turning to face the shower head.
As the water pelted my face and chest, his hands worked from my upper back to my thighs. Back and forth they massaged, the feeling of his fingertips pressing into my skin became hypnotic. My eyes closed and my hands against the shower wall, I tried to anticipate where his hands would move next.
With his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs and his fingers on the outside, his hands slid up and down the length of my legs. As his thumbs met the bottom of my butt, I felt the pressure of his body against me. His hips pressing against my butt, and his chest against my back, I bent my knees and pushed encouragingly against him.
His right hand slid around my stomach and slowly up my torso to my breast. As he cupped my breast in his hand, he whispered into my left ear.
“Grab the shower head, baby girl. Don’t let go of it. Do you understand me?” he whispered.
“Yes…yes, sir,” I answered as I reached for the shower head with both hands.
His left arm brushed against me as he reached down and turned the water temperature to hot. My muscles tensed as the water temperature increased. As my legs straightened and my knees locked, he began to pinch my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Bend your knees, and back your little ass up to me, baby,” he insisted.
I grasped the shower head and bent my knees. I felt the pressure of his cock against my pussy. His left hand reached around my hip and slid between my legs. As his finger began to massage my clit my legs started to shake. I felt his finger penetrate me and I started to tingle.
“From this day forward, from this moment forward, you will ask permission to have an orgasm. Heaven help you if you have an orgasm without permission,” he whispered into my left ear.
I let go of the shower head and turned toward him.
“Excuse me? Permission? For orgasms?” I asked, wondering why he would even say such a thing.
“Turn around, Kelli. Grab the shower head,” he demanded.
I turned, grabbed the shower head, and asked again. “You’re serious? Permission?’
“Yes. For every one of them. You ask, I either give you permission, or I tell you to wait. You comply, it’s simple,” he responded as he grabbed my waist.