Hide and seek?
Waiting for you x
I don’t bother waiting for a reply as I chuck the phone aside and get into position. My head is down, my eyes cast to the floor while five long minutes tick by before the door creaks open. I sneak a glance up at Gabriel when he doesn’t move.
He’s still in his black work pants, but his dress shirt is unbuttoned and his tie undone around his neck, casually showing off his bare chest. He has a glass of whiskey in his hand which he brings to his lips as he circles around me slowly, like a cat hunting it’s pray.
I cast my eyes back to the ground, waiting nervously for his instructions. This is what I want from him. What I need. But when he stops in front of me, not moving or saying anything else, my throat burns with repressed emotion.
A glance upwards only serves to confirm my fears when I find his jaw rigid and his blue eyes stormy. That isn’t desire I see staring back at me, but irritation. My shoulders slump as the realization hits me hard in the gut. He doesn’t have any intentions of dominating me right now.
When he sees the disappointment on my face, he reaches down and scoops me into his arms, carrying me to his bedroom silently.
“What are you doing?” I protest.
“Shh baby,” he whispers. “Not today.”
He lays me down on the bed, climbing on top of me and kissing me gently. It isn’t our usual passion laced routine, but I’ll take what I can get right now. I rock my hips against him, his erection digging into my belly. He looks at me with a forlorn expression, and I want to shake him. To demand he tell me what’s wrong, but instead, I say the only words I can.
“Gabriel, I need you.”
“I know,” he says softly, kissing my cheek.
To my relief, he stands up and removes his pants and shirt, tossing them onto the ground in a haphazard pile. He climbs back into the bed and lifts me so that I’m straddling him. I’m surprised by this, and more than a little disappointed. He’s giving me free reign again, but what I really want is for him to take control of me. To guide and comfort me the way that only he can. But if his expression is anything to go by, I know arguing is pointless.
I slide my thong aside and mount him, pushing his cock inside of me slowly. My hips ease forward to give him access to my breasts, and he palms them both gently for a moment before resting his hands on my hips.
Unable to hold back my emotions, a sigh escapes me. I want to feel his wanton hands and mouth on my body the way I remember them, to know he still desires me in that way. I rock my hips against him harder, increasing the pace before he grabs them and slows me down again.
My frustration comes to an all-time high when I realize I’m not going to come. My mind has shut down and can only focus on one thought…. he doesn’t want me anymore. When I look into his eyes, I know he isn’t enjoying this the way he usually does. We’ve made love before, but it was different. This feels so stilted, so… wrong. I’ve never needed or wanted him more than I do right now, and I can’t understand why he doesn’t feel the same. I need his passion, his guidance, his control. And he’s refusing to give it to me.
Resigned to my fate, I pull off of him, watching his thick erection flop back against his belly. I scoot down between his legs and pull him into my mouth. His hand reaches out to stop me as he speaks.
“Victoria, don’t.”
I ignore him, giving it my all as I suck him furiously. At least one of us should come. Eventually, his protests are drowned out by his groans as he relaxes back into the bed. I suck him into oblivion, and within moments he explodes in my mouth. I swallow everything he has to give me along with my pain and sorrow.
And then I gather what’s left of my dignity and walk towards the bathroom.
“Victoria,” he calls out, “come back, baby.”
I don’t respond because I can’t. The minute I have the door shut the tears spill down my cheeks. I want Gabriel back. My rough, possessive, dominant Gabriel. But somehow I fear this is the end. We’ve been through too much. I pulled him into my fucked up life, and now he doesn’t want to deal with it. It’s the only logical conclusion I can come up with.
I turn on the shower and strip off my clothes, leaving the door locked behind me. As I relax under the stream of hot water, I think back on my time in prison. How I imagined what it would be like if I got out and came back to Gabriel. I envisioned it in my head hundreds of times but never was it anything like this.