Two hours later we were still naked on the bed. I was sweaty and satisfied.
—I don't think I could get up from here. I had no energy for anything.
I was lying on his chest as I listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
—It's been a long time since anyone called me by my name. I think the last person who did it was my mother. Do you think she will forgive me? —I stared at him.
—Mothers forgive their children for everything. —I said as I lost myself in my thoughts.
—Do you miss your parents? —he asked me suddenly.
—How can you miss something you don't remember? —no one had ever asked me if I missed my parents.
—Nothing?
—I only know them from pictures Grace has shown me. But in my mind, it's like I was born the day I met Grace at the hospital. All my memories are from that day on. I have ten years of my life gone.
Christian was silent for a moment, thoughtful. I imagined he was thinking about whether or not to tell me something.
—I remember some times when Grace took me to your house to visit.
—Seriously, what was I like?
—Annoying. Insistent. You kept asking questions. —I stared at him curiously. —And curiously, you wouldn't get off me.
—Don't tell me. I don't think that's changed. —I said to him as I slid my fingers across his chest.
—It got a little annoying, you know... —I stopped the movement of my hand on his chest as I stared at him. —At that time, now I don't want you to get off me. —he said to me as we both laughed.
—There's something I don't understand. —Christian stared at me. —Why didn't you know that Grace had adopted me?
—I couldn't investigate her. And my superiors didn't give me that information. Apparently it was not necessary for my mission.
—And if you had known. Would you have slept with me?
Christian stared at me thoughtfully, and now he looked at me seriously.
—No.
Great.
With a single word he had just shattered my illusions. On the other hand, in this way we had sex four times, if we count two years ago.
Yes, I've been counting the number of times we've had sex.
—I'm glad you didn't know. —I replied with my best smile.
Christian gave me back the smile.
And I didn't understand why, even though my life was in danger, at that moment, as I was leaning against his chest. I was happy.
—We should eat something, don't you think.
I sat on the bed, it was almost 10:00 pm and we were still lying naked.
—I'll ask Alex to send us something, or if you prefer, we'll go there.
—I don't think I can take two steps without falling to the ground. —I replied as he smiled at me getting out of bed.
—I'll order something light then. —he looked at me smiling. —Iced biscuit?
—That's not a bad idea. —I said as I watched him go to the bathroom and then he left the room naked looking for his phone.
He came back quickly and lay beside me in bed. He dialed a number, put it on speaker and waited.
—What do you need, Ryu?
—I'm going to need an iced biscuit as quickly as possible.
—Every day you ask me the same thing, you're going to leave the customers without dessert.
I couldn't help laughing at what I was hearing.
—Is there anyone with you there?
—Ana, and you're on speaker.
—Hello Ana.
—Hello Elliot, say hi to Katerine.
—I will. I'll send it because it's for Ana, because if it's for you, forget it.
—If possible, it should have extra padding.
—Yes, whatever. —he hung up.
Now I looked at him intrigued.
—Every day? You order the ice-cream cake every day.
—Let's say I've discovered a certain fascination with that dessert lately. —he said as he twisted a lock of my hair on his finger. —It's my second favorite dessert you know.
—The second?
—Yes, and right now I'm curious to know what the two would taste like together.
—What's the first one?
—That's a secret.
—Won't you tell me?
—Later perhaps. —he got out of bed. —Now how about we take a bath before dessert arrives. —he said, pulling my legs and then carrying me in his arms.
And I didn't object while he was driving me there. When he came down I noticed that the bathtub was almost full.
—I thought you'd like a relaxing bubble bath.
—I don't think it's very relaxing with you.
—I promise you a massage too. —he said, standing by the bathtub, holding out his hand to help me in.
—It sounds more tempting when you say it that way. —I put my hand in his and entered the bath.
Christian took my glasses off and then came in lying on one end. He pulled me until I lay on his body. He took a little bottle of oil from the side of the bathtub, poured a little on my shoulders and began to massage slowly.
I closed my eyes. His hands squeezed and relaxed my tense shoulders. And they went down to my back. And then to my breasts.
Then I felt his erection against my buttocks.
I opened my eyes.
—I think we were bathing?
—And we're doing it.
—Mm hum.
—That I'm excited is only because of your hot body stuck to mine. —he whispered in my ear making me tremble.
His hands massaged my breasts slowly. But I knew from my own experience that this way of caressing me had nothing erotic about it. It was very different from when he did it to excite me. He was pampering myself. And I forgot everything and let his hands slide all over my body, bathing me, relieving muscle tension. When the water started to cool we came out.
Christian was drying up when they knocked on the door.
—It must be the aperitif. —he came out of the bathroom wrapping a towel around his waist.
I put on my glasses and when I finished drying I went out to the room. I put on the first clothes I could find. Christian's shirt was on the floor. I was finishing buckle up when I felt a few steps behind me. Christian was standing a few feet away from me and was holding a tray in his hand with something covered.
The biscuit.
My eyes were fixed on his thick torso. He approached the bed and sat down in the middle.
—Come here. —he patted me beside him. And I didn't doubt it for a second. I ran quickly and jumped on the bed while Christian laughed.
—I see you've regained your energy. —I smiled at him. —Hungry?
—A lot.
Christian uncovered the tray and instantly the smell of chocolate flooded my nose. I took the spoon in the tray and took a portion. But unlike the one I had eaten on the other two occasions, this one had chocolate cream inside. As soon as I had cut the cream, it slipped into the tray. I put the spoon in my mouth.
Delicious.
Exquisite.
Without words.
—Tasty? —he asked me but I couldn't speak.
—Mmm! —I exclaimed, taking another portion and closing my eyes to taste it better.
When I opened them, Christian looked at me smiling. I took another spoonful, and another, and another, until I was satisfied. When I looked at dessert, it was still halfway through. Why was there so much left?
Then I realized that there was only one spoon and that Christian hadn't eaten anything yet.
—I'm sorry. You can eat now. —I held the spoon out to him.
He took it and put it on the tray.
—Aren't you going to eat? But you said it was your second favorite dessert?
—I know what I said, but I also told you I wanted to see how it tasted with my favorite.
—Oh right, so you'll eat it later?
—On the contrary, I'm going to eat it right now, I just need a few things.
He put the tray on the side of the bed, got up and left the room. He came back a minute later twisting a tie in his hands. He sat down on the bed again, put the tie to one side and the tray put it on one of the bedside tables. He directed his hands to the buttons on the shirt and began to loosen them one by one, and then he took my shirt off.
He took my hands into his own, kissed them and while holding them with one hand with the other took the tie.
My brain was half numbed by chocolate and candy liquor. But a tie and my hands together could only mean one thing.
He was going to tie me up.
And at that moment I didn't move my hands.
He took one end of the tie and immobilized my wrists with a loose knot.
—I guess, you've never do this before?
No, I've never do this, but that didn't mean I didn't know what was going to happen next. At this point I felt like the protagonist of a novel about to submit to something new and exciting. And I wanted to find out what it really felt like.
I wasn't afraid.
Not with him.
He pushed me into bed and made me lie down. He stretched my hands above my head. He tied the other end of the tie to the head of the bed and then sat on my legs.
—What are you going to do? —I asked as I laughed.
Apparently this biscuit had a stronger liquor than the previous ones.
He took the tray and put it beside me on the bed. He took the spoon and took a portion that he put in his mouth.
—Mmm, delicious.
He took another spoonful and another.
—But it could be improved.
Then I saw him take the chocolate cream. The spoon was on its way to my mouth. Was he going to feed me? But he stopped. He smiled at me and then turned it over, causing the cream to fall between my breasts. He took another spoonful and poured it on my belly.
By now my breathing had accelerated. I couldn't move my hands, and neither could my feet. I was completely at his mercy.
—I think that's enough for now. —he put the spoon aside and looked at me mischievously.
He leaned over me and slid his tongue down my belly, removing the chocolate from my body. I pulled my hands to pull it towards me, but they were tied.
His hot tongue slowly licked the chocolate from my body making me tremble and gasp for pleasure. His tongue went up to my breasts from where he removed all traces of chocolate, without deviating the course, he only slipped the tongue where there was chocolate.
When he finished I was more than excited, eager to touch him, to have his body possess mine once more.
He separated from me smiling.
—It's not like I imagined...it's much better.
—What's much better. —I curiously inquired with rapid breathing.
—My two desserts taste better together.
His two desserts. One was the biscuit. That's meant...
—Am I one of your desserts?
—The favorite. —he answered me as he took the spoon and poured more cream on me this time down my belly.
And when he poured enough chocolate he repeated the process. His mouth slipped down my belly as his hot tongue licked all the chocolate.
And when it slipped over my clitoris I almost convulsed.
—Exquisite.
It separated just a little bit, enough to pour cream back on me and continue. And when I felt his tongue entering my vagina a groan escaped my lips.
I didn't know how much longer I could hold his tongue without giving me a break and his hands caressing my breasts.
Squeezing my erect nipples.
Making me moan.
I closed my eyes.
All the muscles beneath my belly tightened in delightful anticipation. And I let myself be enveloped in a delicious orgasm. His hands squeezed my legs tightly while his mouth continued to devour me.
In the midst of the state of ecstasy I felt his mouth separate from my body. He lay beside me on the bed and untied my hands from the headboard, helped me sit down, and rubbed them lightly.
—Are you all right?
—Mmm. —Deliciously well.
Christian took the spoon and I stared at him. The muscles under my belly tensed again in anticipation.
Christian smiled at me.
—Do you want more. —he said, putting the spoon in his mouth.
—I think that's enough for now.
He took another spoonful and put it in his mouth.
—Is there anything else you want?
—I think I need a bath, I can't sleep like this, all smeared with chocolate.
—Let's go. —he said, putting the dessert with the spoon on the side, taking off my glasses and carrying me in his arms towards the bathroom.
He put me down in the shower, opened it. He took a sponge and poured gel on it. And then he started rubbing my body slowly. It felt like a caress. I put my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes.
—There you go.
I opened my eyes and found his face in front of mine. He closed the shower and wiped me with a towel, charged me again and led me to bed.
He left me on the bed, I put on my glasses and he lay down next to me covering us both with the duvet. I curled up on his chest and slid my fingers over his shoulder, where the scar was hidden under the wings of the phoenix.
—It was not a hunting wound, was it?
—Actually, yes, only I was the prey.
—It must have hurt a lot.
—Nothing I couldn't stand and fix with a few stitches.
—Did you give yourself the stitches?
—Yes, you must know that I'm ready for that and much more. —he slid his hand tenderly over my cheek. —Now how about we sleep. —he took off my glasses.
He pressed me against his chest.
His chest was warm and comforting.
I hugged him and closed my eyes.