"I don't know who you've raped or murdered in that bed," she tells me, and I have to laugh. A full laugh. Now I know that she is going to think the worst, but she really isn't listening to a word I'm saying. Can I blame her? She went for a fun night out with her friend, then she was abducted from her home, and the next thing she knows, she’s waking up in a different room. She can’t be blamed for thinking that the bad shit that happens in movies is going to happen to her; I’ll be she feels as if she’s living in her own horror movie right now. But I need her to listen to what I am telling her.
I stand and walk over to her; she doesn't move but looks up at me. "To make you feel better, I will get this bed taken out, and replaced with a brand new one for you." I move my face closer to hers and I feel her warm breath hitting my skin. "I'm not going to rape you, but I would like to fuck you." I brush my lips against the soft skin of her neck, and I hear the most delicate moan escape her lips.
"Why am I here?" The words come from her, quieter than a whisper.
How can I tell her what I want from her without scaring her? Three words come out. "To fix me."
I plant another small kiss on her neck, then take a step back before I push for too much. I struggle to control myself around Brooklyn. Without even knowing it, she's put me under some kind of spell.
Brooklyn looks up at me as if she’s searching for something, but I don’t know what, and I ball my hands up into fists so that I don't reach out to touch her chest, to feel the heartbeat.
The more she stares at me, the harder it is to hold back. There is something in Brooklyn’s eyes that is giving me hope she can fix me. But she still doesn’t know what she has to do to fix me, and I can see that in her eyes. The way she narrows her brows together slightly as she wonders to herself what she has to do next. Questioning herself about what to do next, does she want to ask me what she has to do to fix me? Does she want to ask to leave? I have no idea what she is thinking about right now, and I have to wait until she asks me the question to find out.
I lick my lips and take two steps closer to her, making sure that there is no space between us, and without another word, I kiss her. I feel a push on my chest, but I can't force myself to move away. I finally feel her relaxing her hands on my chest as I lick her bottom lip, she opens her mouth for me. Is she inviting me in?
I move my hands down the side of her body, enjoying the soft silk fabric under my hands, and I know I should stop here, but I don't. I can't.
I moan against her lips as I feel the softness of her bare thigh beneath my fingers, and this is where I need her to push me away. But she doesn't.
I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn't be doing this. But I can't stop.
We dance our tongues together. Brooklyn is tentative, she’s letting me lead; it’s like she’s working out what to do. Does she want me to carry on, or does she want me to stop?
I graze slowly up her thigh with my right hand as I move my other hand down to her chest, and I stop over her heart.
I can feel the thumping from her chest against my hand, it only makes me want to give it what it’s beating for: For me to kiss her, touch her. I want to show her how beautiful she is; I want to show her how much I’m drowning in her presence, to make her see how much she is affecting me.
I move my hand up her soft skin, and she tenses her hand into my chest, as I move closer to her pussy. I can hear the pounding of my heart in my ears.
She's wet, so fucking wet. The moment I flick her clit, Brooklyn moans against my lips, and the vibration from it runs through me; as I give it another flick, she jolts against me.
I want to pull away to see the look on her face, but equally I don’t want to stop; I’m worried that if she sees me, I will scare her.
I push into Brooklyn’s body a little more, pushing her against the wall not far behind her. I bring my finger to enter her, as I continue to feel the heart in her chest beat against my hand, each beat arriving sooner than the time between the previous two.
I push my finger inside her, as soon as I do, she pulls away from my lips, leans her forehead on my chest, and moans. Inch by inch I bury my finger inside her; the pounding in her chest is harder, her breathing starts to heighten, as she gets more and more turned on. The beat of her heart is pounding against my hand, and it’s making me aroused to know that she is enjoying this.
I move my hand from her chest; as I add another finger, curling it as I push in deeper, I start playing with her clit with my thumb. Brooklyn lifts her head in pleasure. I take that moment to look at how beautiful she is when she’s aroused.
Brooklyn isn't going to last long; as I continue to caress her clit, I move my fingers in and out.
Brooklyn moves her hand up to my shoulders, she tightens her grip, and she’s taking handfuls of my skin and muscle to hold on; I can feel her starting to shake. I move my other hand behind her back, so I can hold her up.
I want to see her face; I want to look into her eyes. “I want to see you,” I whisper. Without hesitation, Brooklyn opens her eyes and looks up at me; I can tell she is enjoying this, maybe more than she’s ever enjoyed anything before.
She bites her bottom lip; as I pick up my speed, her nails dig into my shoulders. I can see her biting her lip harder, not wanting to moan out loud but I desperately want to hear her.
I feel her tightening her grip on my shoulders, as her body begins to spasm out of control as she comes around my fingers, clenching them, as her body jolts a few more times, as I pull my fingers in and out of her, giving her more sensation, as she cries out her release; my name escaping her lips is something I plan on hearing again. She trembles as she comes. The sound of her coming makes my cock as hard as a fucking rock right now. She jolts against me, holding onto my shoulders, she screams as the orgasm rushes through her.
Brooklyn lowers her head, relaxing it on my chest, breathing in and out with a heavy breath, trying to relax herself. I hear her take in a deep breath, as I lean down to give her neck a kiss.
"You might think I'm a selfish bastard, but I can't and won't let anyone else have you," I whisper as I give her neck another kiss.
Taking a step back from her, I look down at my fingers covered in her cum; bringing them up to my mouth; I need to taste her. Now I know Brooklyn wants me just as much as I want her.
I look at her as she tries to stay standing, as I bring my fingers to my lip, I can’t look away from Brooklyn, as she watches me, her eyes reveal that she’s full of hunger. Does she want more?
"I will wait for you to come down to have some breakfast. Please come down." I move some of her hair away from her face and admire her for a moment. I lean down and give her a small kiss, then leave her room.
As the door closes behind me, I lean against it. What the fuck did I do?
"I'm sorry, Lucy," I whisper.
I'm being pulled towards Brooklyn. A big desire to touch her, to be close to her, to kiss her. So why do I feel like I’m betraying Lucy?
I sink to my knees, down into the soft, thick, carpet, not having the strength to stand anymore. I should have stopped it, but I couldn't. I found his touch intoxicating. The moment I inhaled the scent of his aftershave, I gave into him and ventured into a new world; Atlas’ world, where he was going to make me his. I prayed that Atlas would never let go of me, that he would make me feel special. How did a simple scent take me so fast?