We get to his house, and in my tired state, surrounded by darkness, the true beauty of the estate is not yet apparent to me. I can smell all the fresh flowers in the many vases we pass. I can hear, that our movement echoes in the building like it's the size of a church. The What I managed to register in a haze, is that he has an abundant taste, and that there are way too many doors in each corridor. Everything is full of small details to look at, and right now it is making it even harder to focus on where I am. I keep seeing interesting sculptures, or art on the walls, and forget to look at my feet. I fall over on the edge of a carpet, smack down on my face. The carpet softens the blow, and I manage to put out my hands, but I aim too heavily down, and now my jaw aches dully.
To my pleasant surprise, my companion is right away crouching down besides me, and checking on me verbally. "We'll see once I get up… God I must just be too tired for walking," I excuse myself. "Me too," he answers, and slowly helps me get up. To my surprise I feel quite alright. "Didn't even chip a tooth," I muse more quietly to myself. As he hears this, his face morphs into a relieved smile, and he grabs me by the shoulder and pulls into his arms. They enclose me from both sides, and rub my back in circles. "Good, now we don't have to waste hours, getting you checked at the doctors. I'm not joking when I say I need rest just as much." While he speaks, the hands move up my spine to my hair, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck and kisses the super sensitive flesh. The adrenaline from the fall, is mixing with my growing arousal. I bare my neck for him, ready to be devoured. I instead look at him quizzically as he pulls away. He points a finger at me, and soon his finger finds the tip of my nose. His hand now covers my view of his mouth, but his eyes conveys his smug sneer as he says:" Perhaps you could fall asleep by masturbating a bit louder this time. I almost couldn't hear you previously." He winks, and his eyes squint, from what must be a full face smile, while burst of laughter are rumbling past his lips. I evade his gaze and look to his left, at a tiny porcelain elephant in the pot of a plant on a table, hiding in the previous weeks foliage gathered down at the roots of the China rose. My heart flutters like I was a small rodent. The contrast of the elephants white amongst the decay caught my eye. My thoughts are jumbled. I need sleep. I continue moving, and let him resume the lead: "Sleep."
He is sympathetic and we move on. Now I mind my step, and we get to the correct door unharmed.