-Are you sure you can carry that?- he stood in front of the spare table looking down at the polished surface. He wore a tight turtleneck with a very large, long, silk kimono atop it and wide tapered cotton trousers, it made his legs look incredibly long. As always he was covered in black from head to toe, only his mask contrasted his body. It was day 20 of his recovery, they stopped bandaging his wounds but he still limped lightly whenever he stood for longer periods of time. She allowed him to roam the gallery but still insisted he took it easy, no sword fighting and especially no jumping. He only turned his head in her direction, he knew she could understand his expression even if the mask remained unchanged.
-I know you can, don't be ridiculous, I'm just worried about… Everything.- she gestured over his body.
-Come here.- his hand extended towards her, he was wearing thin and tight leather gloves, his hands weren't moistured enough and it was too tight for him, too uncomfortable. He reassured her a couple of hours of heavy moisture and tightness around them would make it all feel better. She would humour him for now and it wasn't like she could resist when he looked as handsome as he did. That morning when he ventured through the hall of the Gallery to meet her in the media room she was convinced that the tightness of the shirt was on purpose. She could practically trace the line of his ribcage, the contours of his abdomen. He enveloped her waist pushing her to his side.
- Give me your hand.- the contrast of his black gloves and her pale finger excited her, she was doing it on purpose she was sure of it now. He pulled it towards his mask, giving it a stiff, porcelain kiss. She had to stop telling him what she liked most about his appearance, he was using it against her and she hasn't had the faintest idea what he enjoys, what he likes to see her wear. It was all plain and simple on her, no expensive silk or robes or long dresses. Just sweaters and jeans and lots of plain shirts. V let go of her hand and lifted his shirt showing her his abdomen. Curses, she taught, why does he look that good? – Touch it.- his voice was even but stern. She looked down at his abdomen, his pants were impossibly low on his hips, she could see the line of his pelvis, how hasn't she noticed the dark hair that peeked out of the waistband she did not know but it made her blush like the virgin she was.
-Evey…- he said it even more seriously than his previous statement. She brushed her hand over the almost healed bullet wound, it left a circular scar, pink and tender. His muscles stopped twitching after all the touching she bestowed to that area over the days she tended to the wound. His abdomen was only firm and warm now, relaxed.
-It's alright, you see.- his hand covered hers over the wound.- I am well taken care for.- he shifted in front of her, the shirt remained lifted, tight around his ribcage.
-I just worry V…- her gaze lowered, looking at his slippers, on anyone they would look ridiculous but not on him, somehow brocade marron and black slippers only completed his polished look. Suddenly she was being hoisted up into his arms, her legs circled his midriff on their own accord. She grabbed for his neck trying to steady herself.
-I'll carry you around all day if you don't stop.- The mask was impossibly close to her face, she felt his breath through the mouth slit. Everything went still for a moment, the sexual tension suddenly too big for them to not notice it. He readjusted her in his arms, lower on his abdomen, her eyes grew wider for a moment, she felt him, felt him twitch under her, she squirmed in his arms suddenly very aroused and very aware what he was pressing against her.
-Its' alright kitty, I don't bite.- his nose pressed into the side of her face. V's ribcage expanded harshly when she tightened her legs around him. – Do you want me to bite?- she shook her head vigorously too eager to admit it but too shy to look him straight in the eyes.
-Hold tight.- she did closing her eyes hoping she would receive what she wanted. He untied the mask enough to raise it upwards, he returned his hands beneath her thighs.
- Good kitty.- he nuzzled her neck.- Do you want me to mark you?-
-Please sir.- she pressed her groin into his hips.
- Are you my good girl?- he licked a strip up her throat.
-Yes.- she was shaking now, never in her life was she this turned on, she didn't know what to do with herself apart from grip to his body.
-Do you like how possessive I am about you?- A long hum vibrated from her throat.
I want you to say it.- he kept nipping at her neck lightly.
-Yes, please sir.- she tired pushing harder against him, searching for what she wanted.
-No, I want you to say it.- he replied more forcefully.
-I'm yours, please mark me sir.- Her eyes were shut so tightly her forehead creased.
-You're mine.- he growled pulling her tighter onto him, she could feel how hard he was.
-Yours.- she reclined backwards exposing her neck. His teeth gripped the side of her neck above her pulse sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. His hands cupped her bottom squeezing it. Evey moaned tightening the grip she had on his shoulders, her nails trying to dig into his flesh.
-Thank you sir.- she spoke through a moan.
-You're welcome my love.- he panted backing into the table sitting on it with her on top of him. – Sweetheart. We need to stop.- his hands gripped the base of her skull.- I'll eat you up if we do not stop.- The need to have her was indescribable.
-I know.- she was more out of breath than he was. – I want you to.- she pressed her hips down on him feeling his whole length. V's hands grabbed her hips stopping her.
-Evey…- Her name was called out desperately not wanting her to stop but he knew they needed to, he just couldn't make his body cooperate with his brain.
-Please sir, please.- Every word was followed by a thrust of her hips. His head dropped backwards, he screwed his eyes shut trying to control himself.
-My beautiful Eve, so desperate for me. I'll give you what you want, I'll give you everything just not now. Be a good girl for me.- he grabbed her shoulders pushing her flush to his chest.- You can feel how much I want you, I know you do but be patient.- she grew impossibly still. – Don't rush love, you're not ready I would hurt you.-
-You wouldn't….- her face pressed into his neck.
-I would darling, do you touch yourself?-
She shook her head – Sometimes, not really…-
-I wouldn't want to hurt your little flower now would I.- He was positively sure she didn't receive any proper education in the reclamation centre. – I'll tend to you my little orchid, how could I not.-
-Will it really hurt?- Suddenly she understood what he was implying.
-I will try to make it as enjoyable as I can, I promise. I'll always take care of you.- he kissed her softly hugging her tightly.
-I thought… I don't know what I thought.-
-It's alright, I'll teach you.- he petted her head.- I'll give you everything you want and more.-
- I couldn't find what this type is called.- she found his face tracing the line of his jaw.
-What type of dominant I am?- she nodded.- I don't fit comfortably in any parameters dear. I am your dominant but it pleases me to serve you, do not trouble yourself with the rules.-
- Can we try out other things?- she kissed him one last time before pulling his mask back, tying it securely. She liked watching his body language and she missed it.
- Of course my love I encourage it. What would you like?-
-I like how strong you are.- her hand gripped his bicep. – And fast….- she averted her gaze to the side.
-Would you like me to chase you kitten?- She looked up at his mask, it looked like it was smiling broader. She nodded once slowly. He certainly like the idea.
-But when you heal properly.- she shifted her weight from his injured thigh.
-Alright.- he chuckled.- But I'll catch you, you can't run away from me.- The porcelain mask turned to the side like he was considering something.
-How about tonight you sit and wait for me in your room and I tend to you. -
-Do you have any rules sir?-
-Good girl.- he tapped her nose.- I will leave what I want you to wear on your bed and you will have all the lights turned off apart from the lamp on the nightstand. – She nodded eagerly already wondering what he will give her.
-I want you to kneel on the bed while you wait facing the door, ten o'clock sharp, do you understand?
-Yes sir. - She smiled up at him.
-Excellent. Look how confident you are. - And she was, it struck her strange how self-assured his commands made her. –You're doing marvellously. Now then.- he gripped her hips lowering her to the floor.- I shall make us dinner and we will enjoy the meal together, do you like that?- he adjusted his shirt.
-Yes, very much so.-
-You will eat all the vegetables is that right?- he looked down on her.
-Yes sir.- she nodded happily taking his hand.
-Good, good.- he trailed of while she tried to drag him to the kitchen.
-The table sweetheart.- he grabbed her waist lifting her and turning her back to it.
-I forgot.- she giggled in his arms relaxing into his body.
-Let me carry that and you can see how strong I am.-
-Show-off!- She playfully swatted his shoulder.
-And here you were not five minutes ago telling me how you liked it.- his arm span was bigger than the desk and he lifted it with ease. – Go on silly girl, to the kitchen.- he began walking to the opened door. She stood there watching him carry it. It made her incredibly happy to see him recover so well after everything.