Jayvion
"Jayv... I'm... I'm.." Right, she's about to come. I smirked dangerously and pulled my hand away from her leaving her shocked, confused and utterly frustrated.
"Not tonight, Little Writer. This is your punishment"
I stepped back while she forced herself to maintain her stamina, gasping.
"Jayvion, you...you can't do that" her voice broke at the end. Her eyes flashed with disappointment.
"I just did" I brought my glistening fingers to my lips, giving it a lazy long lick, savoring the taste of her juice. Fuck, she tasted simply divine. Heavenly.
"Your orgasm is mine to give, mine to withhold" I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. Tasting her was awakening a primal need, and I was losing my fucking control. We're both being punished for this.
"Be a good girl and go to bed" I fought back a groan as my own arousal threatened to punch a hole on my trousers.
"Because if I catch you standing here in the next three seconds..." I sucked in a breath, my control fraying with each word.
"I'll fuck you" my eyes glinted with a dangerous promise, and she gasped. She knew I'm dead serious. Or if she doesn't know, she should stand here for the next three seconds and find out just how ready I am to ruin her.
I shut my eyes. One beat. Then two. Three.
I opened my eyes. She was gone.
Aurelia
I'd thought I wouldn't sleep after being deprived last night. But after watching Jayvion trying to control himself from me, I had to run to my room. Though the writer mind in me wanted to wait and see what he's going to do to me, the Aurelia side of me had to adhere to his warning and run. That's the only way I could save myself. For, I can't even trust my body with him. It could simply betray me like always.
The sun slanted through the curtains and illuminated the room. I shuffled out from under the duvet and sat up, eyes half- open. My gaze landed on--huh? Jayvion. Shirtless. Leaning against the study table, staring at me. How long has he been here?
"The coffee will get cold. Didn't know you sleep so heavily" right, that was his own way of saying good morning. I glanced at the wall clock. 11am?!!! What the hell?! I've never slept later than 7am. Just what the hell happened to me?
I scrambled from the sheets and dashed into the bathroom.
"Meet me in the dining" I heard him say, just before I shut the door.
I refreshed and changed into a casual purple dress with puffy sleeves, the edges dancing across my knee and let my curls down. I don't normally pack it up unless when I go to bed. My curls were so voluminous I'd thought about straightening them countless times. I was just scared and insecure; Maybe straight hair wouldn't fit me afterall.
By the time I was done, the coffee was cold and I couldn't drink it. I just left it there and met Jayvion at the dining. He was still shirtless. It's either he didn't care because this was his home, or he's simply trying to tease and seduce me by moving around shirtless.
Hell, I couldn't even look at him after what happened last night. I'm both shy and mad at him. No one has made me beg him and no one has ever deprived me of an orgasm. Not that I've been with many guys though.
The dining table was set with a lot of delicacies; beef and vegetable ragout, blueberry pancakes, bacon and eggs, tea and sliced fruits. That gave me a pause. Wait, had Jayvion cooked all these? A villain in the kitchen? Cooking?
It must look so hot to see a guy like him doing simple domestic chores. This man is truly full of wonders.
Silence descended as we ate only broken by the sound of clinking cutleries. Believe me, the food was awesome! Amazing!! I've never tasted such well cooked delicious breakfast in my life. Just who the hell is this man?
I tried too hard to avoid eye contact focusing intently on my plate. The silence is too suffocating for me. I peeled my gaze from the plate and searched for salt across the table. It was in front of him.
Lord help me. How should I talk?
'Pass me the salt'? No, too commanding.
'The salt please' too polite.
'can I have the salt?' more like asking for a permission.
What the hell am I doing? Why do I care?!
As though reading my internal monologue, he passed me the salt. His Inked arms stretched toward me and I caught sight of...what? It was Twyla, written in old English font.
My eyes lingered on the name for seconds longer before I took the salt, my fingers brushing against his. I jerked away as if burnt my fire. He smirked. Of course he did.
"You can use your phone in here, nothing gets tracked in this house. Impossible" he added. Woah, he must have gone far in security stuffs.
Another wave of silence followed. This time, I was the one who broke it.
"Twyla. Why do you call me that?" I wanted to ask since the first time he called me this name and I just thought it was just a nickname. But when I saw it tattooed on his arm, I figured out it must have a deeper meaning.
His body tensed. His jaws clenched. His eyes flickered with something-- Pain? Regret? Fear? What the hell was that?
"Trevor will take you to your home when you're ready. It's safe as long as no one breaches the security" he wouldn't look me in the eye. Something was very wrong. The stalker, the villain--- he didn't avoid questions. He devoured them. This was cowardice. This was... vulnerability.
This man right here? He was someone with vulnerabilities. I've seen it in the way his body tightened. How could a question bring out so much emotions from him?
My curiosity spiked as I watched him stand up and leave.