Tigress Unchained
It was wrong but that was part of the reason why she liked it. No one would ever guess and in a world where everyone thought they knew her she clung to the darkest part of her soul - to make a point? Because she could?
She didn't understand it but she didn't have to.
The first time her tongue had traced his lips they had tasted of champagne, his hand fisting in her hair making her nipples hard and her knickers damp.
He knew her like no other and like no other he treated her with roses and expensive jewels, dresses of silk and five star hotels.
Forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter and his fruit was decadent beyond belief. Her 'friends', the ones who thought they knew her but never had a clue would tell her it was dangerous. It was wrong. They would say she had a husband, that he was a criminal, older than her - that she was too good for him.
Maybe she wanted to be bad, to love someone who wasn't good enough but could be. Maybe she didn't want to always pretend to be perfect. He was his own sort of perfect, shrouded in dominating fingers and secrets layered amongst indulgence. Whatever he wanted he took and she gave herself willingly. In his arms with his breathe coating her skin she wasn't the poster child for the Magical World's, a perfect Good Girl - married and juggling dreams of a family with her career. In his bed, sheets tangled around naked skin she didn't have to fight against everyone telling her to settle down, to stay at home.
She was a tiger chained by no one except his velvet smooth, commanding voice. He handled her and the world like a circus, a universe which revolved around him and his whims - and never made her feel like the girl she was trying to escape from.
They had no names when they were together, just carnal pleasure and she yearned for those moments. If only the world could fade forever until it was just them and animalistic reactions, his growl against her flesh and her cries.
Was she wearing a mask with him, pretending to be someone more, someone better or was the mask the one she wore every hour out of his chambers? Did it matter?
No.
Decadence, secrecy and forbidden love. That was all that mattered now.
A/N: This drabble has been entered in the following competitions:
- The Double Or Nothing Competition with the restraint of 400 words
- The I'm Falling In Love... Again Competition with Hermione/Lucius
- The Pairing Diversity BootCamp for prompt #1 'glad rags'.
- The Cross-Gen Boot Camp for prompt #32 'blunt'.
- The Wand Woods Competition for Ebony
- The If You Dare Challenge for prompt #559 'Forbidden'.
- The Party Challenge for Wink Murder.
- The Musical Terms Challenge for prompt #102 'Scatenato'