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Chapter 7
Misconception
-A single moment of misunderstanding is so poisonous that it makes us forget the hundreds of loving moments spent together within a minute.- Unknown
When he had first met her, it hadn't been anything extraordinary, it had been just an ordinary day which had led to a series of future encounters. 'Class, I'd like to introduce you to some of the people in the industry,' he had been in he's second year of culinary school and she had come in to talk about life in the bakery business along with other chef speakers.
At first he hadn't thought much of the quiet woman, whom only stood out due to her height difference with the other guest speakers. She looked like a teenager herself and insignificant amongst the rest of the veterans that stood out in her group. Her uniform a size too big and took away from any physical attraction, yet the male beside her kept looking over at her when he thought she or anyone else wasn't paying attention. He had to admit that she did have a pretty face for someone so small and quiet. 'Chef Benson, would you like to introduce yourself and give us a little bit of your history in the industry?'
His instructor had asked her to speak and he couldn't help the impulse to lean forward so he could catch her every word. She seemed quiet and meek, so he thought that he'd have to compensate for her soft spoken nature. Yet as soon as she spoke, her voice filled the room and not because she yelled or spoke loudly, but because it was clear and audible as well as attractive. It was the first time he had been captivated by anyone so insignificant and the more she talked about herself the more he realized that she had a wealth of experience and love for pastries. He had been wrong about her age, there was no way that someone with years in the industry could be so young. Someone had asked for her age and although reprimand by the teacher, she answered and everyone froze in shock. At the time she was twenty-six and he couldn't believe that she was seven years older then him. The chef that had been glancing at her smiled and made a comment on how they should be friends considering they were the same age. He saw the worry look the quickly passed her features before she smiled and nodded.
After that they were split into groups to speak and talk to the chefs who's footsteps they would follow after graduation. He had been split between sweet and savory at the time, so he had joined the savory team for the first half and then switched over to the pastry team the second. As his luck would have it, it was her turn to speak and demonstrate some of her skills and technique. He had thought that her dessert would be plain for all she did was ice a cake with mirror glaze, a thin white chocolate coating that could be colored any color to give a cake a nice glossy finish. He should have known that said cake would be anything but simple, it might have had a simple outside but the inside was layers of different textures and flavors that exploded in his mouth. His peers loved it and so did the teachers that were able to try it.
It had been that piece of cake that had made his decision for him, he had wanted to go into pastries and meet her on the other side as an equal and not a student enamored with her skill. Fast-forward four months later and he again caught sight of her, but this time it wasn't for school or maybe it was considering that it was a competition that had been entered by the school to a state-wide pastry competition. When he had seen her, he had chopped it out to destiny and that he would be standing on the same platform as her. Only they weren't on the same platform, she had been a guest judge seeing as she had won said competition twice earlier on. Her father had been there too, it seem that he had won the competition once in his younger years and had lost to his daughter the second time she entered. He had wondered if that had been a blow to his ego or if he was proud of her for surpassing him? If it were him, it would have been the latter since he was really competitive and hated losing. It had been his first competition and he didn't have as much experience as the other pastry chefs there, so when he placed in 8th place it had been a blow.
How was he supposed to impress her with 8th place, he had wondered at the time? Wait, why was he supposed to impress her? 'Excuse me,' he had heard that soft song voice behind him as he was packing up his items.
'Yes,' he had turned and gotten up to face the person he had not wanted too. He was ashamed of his placement in the competition and didn't want to be seen by her or her overbearing father, whom was studying and glaring at him unimpressed. It turned out to just be his imagination though, Chef Benson was actually extremely nice and docile. Well, more docile and nice to his wife and daughter.
'You're the student from M-Tech, right? Shibuya Neku,' she asked him.
'Yes,' he nodded as he wondered why she was there and how she could remember him from so many other students.
'He's a talkative one,' her father had commented and she elbowed him.
'I am Amaranth Benson and this is my father, Adam Benson,' she introduced them, ignoring her father whom seemed in pain from her elbow.
He nodded once again, why where they there, 'How can I help you?'
'You'll be graduating soon, right?'
'Yes,' he nodded.
'My Dad and I are looking for someone to help us at the shop and wondering if you would be interested?' She offered him with a welcoming smile, he turned his gaze away from her to the older man.
Why, he asked himself, he had done so horrible in the competition. 'I don't understand.'
'Why is a job offer hard to understand,' Chef Benson bluntly asked and to his misfortune received another elbow to the ribs.
'What my Dad means to say is that based on your talent, we would find you suitable to join us at the bakery.'
'I placed 8th,' he brought up his failure.
'Out of thirty-five other people,' she pointed out, 'and it was your first competition too, right?'
He nodded his head, 'So if you come work with us, you'll gain more experience and knowledge. That way, next time, you can have a hope of winning.'
'Sorry,' she elbowed her father again and he had wondered if Chef Benson was a masochist. 'However, in his rough and turn about way, what my father says is a possibility. We can help you and nurture your skills,' she took out a business card with her name and information. 'Please, consider it. We would like to have you.'
She had smiled whole-heartedly and in that moment he felt his heart skip a beat before it started to beat faster. He took the card she offered and nodded his head. He was in shock that they, she, considered him worthy of working with and teaching him. 'Thank you.'
'You're welcome,' she smiled and kicked her father in the shin.
'Yeah, hopefully you consider our offer,' he groaned out in pain. 'However, don't think that we'll be nice to you because we came to ask you to work with us.'
'Dad,' a dark aura of annoyance had surrounded her.
'Got to run,' Chef Benson said as he took off, leaving him and her alone.
'Don't mind my Dad too much, he means well and he really was impressed with your skills,' she told him as she watched her father runaway. 'Well, anyways it was nice seeing you again and I hope you can take our offer into consideration. We might not be a big shop or widely known, but we can help you grow and expand your baking skills.'
'Yeah,' he was left speechless as she left him and he looked down at the card for Petite Amor.
That was how he decided to join them at the bakery, at the beginning he had thought that he would have been able to join and work with her, but her father had a different opinion. Instead, the old man had forced him to join the mid-shift and train with him the first seven months. The man was a ruthless beast that demanded speed and perfection, when he got carried away his wife would come and reprimand him. It was funny to watch their interactions and he understood where Amaranth got her courage to treat her dad the way she did. He didn't work much with her at the beginning, her father kept her on the early shift and he was only part-time since he still had school to finish. Yet the moments that he did get to share with her were worth the wait. Unlike her dad, she wasn't as demanding and unhelpful, she clarified his mistakes and gave him pointers as to how something should be done.
She was a saint and when he got to work a few more hours with her, he understood why he liked her so much. She was hard working and diligent, she made a mistake and she owned up to it, she helped others and didn't expect anything in return. She was selfless and that didn't help her unattractiveness, it amplified it more and made him fall further and further for her. Nonetheless, as warm and welcoming as she was, she was also closed off and distant at times. Those were the times unwanted suitors showed up and tried to persuade her, sometimes she could get away with an easy rejection but other times they failed to listen and become bold. Everyone protected her, but her biggest knight was Hina, whom set out to protect her from anyone and everyone that failed to listen to her. He had reserved his advances for he feared rejection, but he also wanted her to get to know him better and come to depend on him more. Nevertheless, curiosity got the best of him and one lazy morning he asked. 'Do you mind if I ask you something personal?'
She had looked up at him surprised at his sudden question, but nodded, 'What would you like to know?'
'I've been here several months now and I've seen a ton of courters come and pursue you, but you've always turned them down. Why?' He was hoping that her answer would give him hope and opportunity to correct their mistakes.
She remained silent in thought, he was worried that she would not answer the question, 'If you don't want to answer it, its fine.'
'No,' she shook her head, 'I just don't know if my answer is sane enough.'
'Oh,' he wondered what that meant. 'Is it because you're dating Hina and you don't want anyone to know?'
Her face had gotten bright red at the suggestion and he had thought he hit the nail on the head until she started laughing and shaking her head no. 'Hina is my best friend and someone else already likes her and she them, she just doesn't know it yet or won't admit it,' she answered as she tried to control her laughter. 'And if you're wondering if I like females, I do but not in a romantic sense.'
'Oh,' so there was hope.
'The reason, why I don't accept any of the offers is because I am already in love with someone.'
That was a blow to his diaphragm, he felt the air rush out of his lungs. She was already in love with someone, who? That wasn't what he was thinking she would say, he thought that she would mention that they were ugly, repulsive, snotty and unworthy, but not that she was already in love. 'They must be real lucky,' he commented.
Her smile weakened and became closed off and sad, 'This is the not so sane part, I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember but apart from him for just as long as I've known him. By now he probably already has someone special in his life and here I am still holding a torch for him.'
He processed her words, repeating them over and over again, breaking them down and trying to figure out their true meaning. 'So you're in love with a memory?'
'Crazy, right,' she gave him a nervous laugh that set into a frown as she recalled something.
'I think its honorable, but if you think that he's already with someone. Don't you think that you owe it to yourself to find someone as well,' he questioned.
She lowered her head, 'It's easier said then done, letting go,' she said, her voice a soft whisper. 'As much as I try, he is too much a part of my history for me to let him go and say good-bye.'
'First love?' Her face had blossomed at the question, but yet she nodded in reply. How was he supposed to deal with that? If he was her first love and giving him up was impossible, then where did he stand. Would his love for her be one sided too or was there a way to persuade her to look beyond that memory? 'Then he must have really been something,' he told her.
'I guess,' was her soft reply, she was becoming more withdrawn.
'Hmm,' he continued to watch as she went about the motions of finishing the dessert she was working on. Maybe if he spent time with her outside of work and as her friend, she'd slowly start to forget this first love and focus on him. He was about to offer her help in forgetting when Hina arrived and interrupted them, it seemed that Nina and her always had convenient timing.
So as she was swept up by the whirlwind that was Hina, he had begun to formulate a plan. However, said plans to ask her out to ordinary friend things always got throttled. It seemed that he could never have time with her alone. The world was out to get him or maybe it was just his friends and hers that didn't find his advances acceptable, but he refused to give up. Someday she would look over at him and give him a smile that was so much different then the rest, because she felt something special for him.
Yet as he stood, present day, in the small closed off space with her, he noticed that maybe it had all been pointless and she still didn't see him as anyone special. To run off and leave her family and friends behind for somebody whom she claimed was a friend left him exasperated. And his only conclusion was that he was him, her first love, the memory that he had tried so hard to make her forget. Continued to haunt her and made her forget the moments that they shared. He felt the door behind him open and her face went from worry to that of fear. Although, why would she be afraid, he wondered as he turned his head to see whom had arrived and interrupted their moment.
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It had been Riku's gut feeling that told him to leave the line to the bar, even though he was close to being next. Yet, the image of the young man running continued to bug him even though the thought of them was impossible. Nonetheless age was never a factor when it came to love and the thought of her with another triggered his anger, so he needed to leave and verify that what he thought wasn't real. There was no way that she would be with another, she would just be waiting for his arrival and he would have to come up with a lie as to why he didn't have their drinks. Nevertheless, as he neared he heard muffled voices coming from their room and he felt his anger flare. He had never been a jealous man, competitive maybe, but never jealous. Still as he opened the door and saw her near the young man he had crossed paths with, he was beyond being cordial.
Amaranth felt the blood drain from her face, Riku didn't seem to enthusiastic about her guest. His jaw was set, his lips pressed together into a tight line, his hues a hard glare as he eyed Shibuya and then turned to her. She couldn't allow them to fight and hurt each other, 'What is going on here,' his voice cold and impassive.
Cold fury that could easily turn any moment, she walked over to Shibuya and placed her hand on his arm as a gesture to turn and meet Riku. Once he turned, she introduced them and explained. 'Riku this is Shibuya, he's a friend and co-worker. He spotted me and came to say hello and ask when I would be back.'
'That's a lie,' Shibuya shot her down, he didn't like the attitude and the way Riku held himself. He gave off the vibe of an overall prick that demanded, controlled and got what he wanted. He had to be loaded so that must be something that he used for gain.
'Shibuya,' she turned her head to look at him.
'I came because I wanted to see her and tell her how worried we all were with her sudden disappearance, as well as bring her back home,' he answered not looking at her. He wasn't going to sugarcoat anything for him, the older male gave a disgusting aura of possession and undefined anger. His cold aquamarine hues sized him up as if he were ready to fight at any moment and by the bruises on his face, he had no trouble at accomplishing such a feat. 'I don't get it,' he turned away from the silvered-haired brute, 'why this guy?'
Amaranth stiffened at his remark, it was the first time she had ever heard Shibuya's tone drip with disgust and loathing. 'I would have figured you'd have better taste in friends,' he annunciated the word friends and she knew that he was implying something else.
Riku didn't like how close they were, how they were looking at each other as they shared some secret between them and ignored his existence. 'Amaranth,' he called out to her.
She turned amber hues towards him and she noted that he was trying to contain himself, but how long would it last. 'I don't think that a good friend would keep you away from others,' Shibuya voiced.
'Who are you to talk, don't you want the same thing,' Riku snapped.
'I want to return her to her family and actual friends,' he answered, but inside he agreed. He did want her to himself just like the prick.
Riku could feel the twitch in his eye begin to act up, he needed to get her away from this idiot before she started to rebel and want to leave him. 'Come here,' he ordered her, 'we're leaving.'
Amaranth made to step forward, it would be easier to face him alone and calm him down then to let them escalate their conversation into a fight or worse. 'You don't have to go with him,' Shibuya reached out and grabbed her hand. 'I can take you home. Plus, it would be a waste not to see the performance.'
'Release her,' Riku commanded, when he saw her hand in his. This fool actually thought that Amaranth had a choice in the matter and that she would pick him.
Why was Shibuya doing this, she wondered, didn't he see that Riku was trying hard to control himself? Yet here he was so out of character and trying to fuel the embers that were slowly starting to burn into a hot rage. 'Let me go, please,' she told him as she tugged on her hand gently.
'Amaranth,' he let her go.
'I promise, we'll talk about this later,' she smiled at him weakly, before turning to leave and join Riku.
He wanted her to stop, for her to turn around and stay with him. He would protect her and save her if she needed saving, but instead she left without turning back. She walked along side a man that didn't deserve her, all he wanted was dominance and probably to humiliate her. How could she love someone like that? He felt a drop in his stomach as if he was hit with a ton of bricks and his heart torn. He hadn't confessed and she hadn't rejected said confession, but when she turned to leave with him it was heart wrenching. He collapsed to his knees, his hands balled into fist as they shook with anger, regret and sadness. He bent over and drove his fist into the ground, because he couldn't stop her, he couldn't help her and all because she didn't want him. 'Shibuya,' he heard his name being called out and froze. 'Hey?'
'Go away,' he didn't want anyone to see his pathetic state. He didn't know when they started, but the tears just flowed uncontrollably and without reserve.
'I can't leave you like this,' he heard footsteps walk over to him and the person kneel before him. 'What type of friend would I be then?'
'Shiki,' he spoke her name and cried even harder.
'It's okay,' she leaned over and hugged him. 'It's okay.'
His head rested on her lap and his arms wrapped around her waist, holding on to her like a lifeline that could easily disappear and leave him. 'She…' he couldn't say it, he couldn't put the actual words together.
'Amaranth,' Shiki voiced her name. 'I saw her when I came to look for you. She didn't seem herself. She told me where to find you before she left and to take care of you. When I looked at the angry guy waiting for her, I rushed up here thinking he had hurt you. Did he?'
He shook his head, 'Not physically.'
'Hmm,' she rubbed his back, trying to calm him.
'She left with him,' he muttered.
'Yeah,' Shiki answered, already knowing what he meant and his feelings for the petite woman.
'Why,' he demanded to know, but it was more of a plea for an answer that she didn't know and only Amaranth could reveal.
'I don't know,' the corners of her mouth turned down and her eyes softened as she looked down at her heartbroken friend, whom she had always admired and cared for. 'But when you see her again, ask her,' she told him.
Shibuya nodded and tried to calm himself down, it helped that the concert had started and Chopin Nocturne Op. 9 No2 was being played in the background. He allowed himself rest and to collect his thoughts, she didn't know his real feelings so she hadn't really rejected him. If he tried and waited it out then maybe there was still a possibility. Plus, it looked like he controlled her more out of fear them anything, so she'd see the error in picking that prick over him. There was no way that he would allow this moment to be the deciding factor over his will to give her up.
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They arrived to their room, the trip back had been silent and uncomfortable to say the least. Returning to the room had her worried, but she felt it was better to listen to him then to contradict him. She walked inside after him and closed the door behind them. Submissively she continued to follow him down the dark hallway, that led to the living room where the only light that entered was from the large open windows. 'Who was he,' he demanded.
Riku reached up and pulled on his tie, that suddenly became tight and suffocating. He then unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt as he waited for her reply. 'A co-worker and friend,' she replied, her answer the same as before.
'Hn,' she watched as he took his tie and suit jacket off and threw them on the couch. 'It seemed like a bit more to me,' his hands clutched into fist.
'No,' she shook her head even though he couldn't see it.
'Really,' he turned towards her and the shadows that reflected against his face made his set jaw and cold gaze stand out more.
'He's like a little brother to me,' she tried to reassure him.
'First time I've seen a little brother look at his older sister the way he looked at you,' he recalled how the young man had studied her features as a lover would, with care, concern and a hint of desire. 'It was more of a lover looking at his loved one.'
Amaranth flinched at his words, there was no way that Shibuya felt that way about her. She shook her head in denial. 'You're mistaken.'
'I don't believe so,' he walked towards her and she backed up into a wall.
She looked up as he towered over her, 'I promise you that there is nothing like that between us.'
'I want to believe you, but find it so hard too,' he placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head. 'How can I be sure with you and him so comfortable touching each other?'
Touching each other, what did he mean by that? She had barely touched Shibuya's arm and he had only grabbed her hand to hold her back, there was nothing intimate about that to imply lovers. 'If we are comfortable, it's because we have known each other for a while and work together.'
Not what he wanted to hear, he felt his control breaking as images of them together flashed before him. 'Fuck,' he cursed under his breath and saw her jump in fright.
His features were lost to her as he hovered over her like a shadow that radiated fury. He put her nerves on edge and made her muscle tense as she waited for what he would do next. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her, no matter how angry he got he wouldn't touch a hair on her. Nonetheless, that didn't mean that he wouldn't use her in other ways to get rid of his frustrations. Now that she had gotten to spend time with him, she wasn't as frightened as before. After all this was the last night that they would spend together and probably the last time that she would see him until life decided to cross their paths years later. Hopefully by then he was less angry with life and happier. She dropped her gaze and frown at the sudden thought of someone else making him happy. Another person by his side making him smile, laugh, and enjoy life to the fullest. Giving him pleasures beyond her imagination and bearing him children that looked like him or her. Her hands went to her mouth so as not to make a noise as the first tear drop began to slide down her face in realization of what his happiness with another woman made her feel.
He looked down at the petite woman before him, she was a shadow that he didn't understand. One moment she looked up at him in fright, the next she was trembling but for another reason altogether and that was because she was crying. Why, he hadn't forced himself on her, he hadn't yelled at her, hit her or been demanding. So why was she crying? He stepped aside so that he could see her better with the light reflecting in from the outside. 'Why?'
She lifted her face and turned bright amber hues to look up at him, 'I don't know.' Lie, she didn't want to confess the truth to him. Amaranth didn't want him to take pity on her and be with her just because he wanted to help her feel less miserable. She turned her gaze away from him. Shibuya had been right, she should have let him go a long time ago and found happiness else where.
'Look at me,' he ordered. The look in her amber hues showed a great deal of sadness that left him baffled. What was she really thinking and hiding from him? 'Tell me what's the matter?'
Slowly she turned to face him once more, the look of concern on his face made her feel even worse because soon it would become pity and she didn't want that. 'I should have never agreed to come here. I should have never followed Sora or talked to him,' she stated. 'We should have left our friendship in the past.'
Wait, he noticed her shift and begin to pull alway from him. 'I would like my belongings,' she told him as she wiped her face of the tears that kept flowing.
She was kidding, she seriously didn't think that he would listen to her and let her go. 'Excuse me?'
'I've done as you've asked, so please just let me go,' she didn't want to be near him any longer. The idea of being tossed aside by him was too much for her to bare. He hadn't treated her as she thought he would. He never demanded anything but her company and attention. He hadn't forced her into submission as he claimed he would and use her as a toy that he would throw away when he was done with her. Instead, he bought her fancy clothes, kept her locked away in a beautiful cage that didn't feel like home but gave her comfort, he took her out to eat at delicious restaurants and almost made the sacrifice of listening to classical music. He was a bastard that didn't abuse her physically, but mentally, because once he let her go she would be broken. She would feel the lack of his presence and kindness that he showed in a turn about way. The attention and possessiveness that he had over her. Yet all she was, was a toy that he would soon get rid of and toss aside.
Let her go, he grabbed her arm and jerked her to his side. Who did she think she was demanding that he release her? Didn't she understand who was in control of the situation and that he would never let her go? He had been generous to her and showed her kindness, instead of asking the one thing that his body ordered of her. But he didn't just want her body, he wanted everything. He had changed his tactic because he thought that being benevolent would benefit him, instead of taking her body over and over again by force. Humiliating her and breaking her down into submission. After all, you attract more bees with honey and not vinegar. So why didn't it work? Why did she want to leave his side? An image of Shibuya flashed before his minds eye and his anger spiked again. She didn't want to be with him because of the scrawny idiot that they had left behind at the symphony center.
She stumbled as he pulled her body against him and held her in place with one arm around her waist and the other squeezing her arm firmly. 'Riku,' she cried out in pain as he grasped her arm too tight.
Her hands were against his chest, placing what little distance they could. 'I don't think you quite understand your situation,' his voice had dropped and sounded deeper, with cold fury lacing each word. 'I won't let you go until I am satisfied,' which for her it would be never.
Her eyes were wide with fright, something had changed in him, 'Let go of me,' she ordered.
'Oh, I'll let you go,' he lifted her up bridal style, 'when I am good and ready too.'
'Riku,' she knew where they were heading and panicked. There was no way that he was actually going to do it. He wouldn't force her to be with him, he hadn't done it before on their first night so he wouldn't do it now. 'Don't,' she pleaded.
'But this is what you want isn't,' he opened the door leading to his room.
'No,' she shook her head, not like this. There was something different about him. He tossed her onto the bed and began to take his shirt off, but didn't finish as she turned and tried to get away by crawling over to the other side of the king bed.
'Come here,' he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back towards him.
'Stop this,' she cried as she flung her arms out to push him away from her.
'How annoying,' he grabbed both her wrist in one of his large hands, while the other one worked to get his belt off so that he could use it to tie her hands up.
'Please,' she begged and felt the wetness of her tears start up again.
He didn't listen, he didn't care, he only had one objective and that was to show her who she belonged to. He looked down at her as she laid before him, like a platter being ready to be devoured. He'd make her his whether she wanted to be or not. He lifted the skirt to her dress up and watched as she tried to save some modesty by covering herself, since she couldn't close her legs with him between her. He pushed her hands aside and with one hand pinned it to the bed above her head. The other hand gently caressed her inner thigh as it made its way to his intended target.
'Stop,' she gasped as his hand reached what little protection she had to offer against him actually touching her entrance directly.
'Stop,' he messaged and teased her center over her silky dark panties. 'Why, if you're enjoying yourself?'
'Ah,' she cried out as he grabbed her sensitive nub of nerves and squeezed it, before rubbing it. 'I am not.'
'Really,' he could feel the wetness of her excitement soak through the thin barrier between her moist center and his hand. 'I would say that your body is saying otherwise.'
'No,' she buckled and tried to get out of his hold, but he towered over her and his strength out matched hers.
'How about I show you some proof,' he pulled her panties aside and began to touch her warm folds directly. 'I feel like you're calling me and begging me to put it in.'
She shook her head and clamped her mouth shut as she felt him slip one finger inside her. It was a weird sensation and she cried out as his finger wiggled inside her and rubbed at her walls before moving in and out. Heavens, his one finger was driving her crazy and she stiffened up as she felt another finger enter her, helping his first. 'No,' she protested but it came out weak and breathy.
Riku chuckled as he readied her for him, he leaned down and licked her collarbone, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. 'I should have done this from the beginning,' he mumbled as he traced kisses along her collarbone and up towards her slender neck. He could feel her pulse fast against his lips as he kissed and nibbled her neck. 'I-' her back arched up and pressed against him as he felt her inner wall twitch and convulse as she reached her climax. He lifted his head up to look down at her, her face flushed, her breathing hard, her eyes glazed and half lidded.
'Your body is more honest, than your mouth,' he pulled his fingers out of her warm folds, her face a deep red as she came out of her high and registered what had just happened.
She turned her face away from him, not wanting to look at him and admit that even if she refused this her body was more willing to comply with him. She felt his hand release her bound ones and heat pull away from her as the bed shifted and he got off her. He had decided to stop, she figured, as she closed her legs and turned to lay on her side in a fetal position. She wanted him to go away, but her body conflicted her mind and it wanted his attention. After all it was the first time that she had been touched and the pleasurable sensation of his touch and ministrations brought forth a wave of incomprehensible feelings. She felt her muscles become tense as she heard the sound of a zipper opening and clothes fall to the ground. Timidly, she moved her bound hands away from her face and turned to look at him but quickly turned her head back. The heat on her face prominent and if it wasn't for the shadows currently hiding her he'd know of her reaction to his naked body. A body that he trained and made desirable, his muscles well defined and toned, his…no she wouldn't let her thoughts stray. He didn't want her because he wanted her, he wanted her out of spite nothing more.
'Amaranth,' his voice deeper, more sensual. 'Your mine, you know, and I am not going to let anyone else have you.'
The bed shifted once again as he made his way over to her, she didn't say anything, her heart was beating fast and loud, filling her ear drums. She feared that he could hear it too. She felt a tremor run down her back as he kissed her bare shoulder, 'I'll show you,' he whispered into her ear before he nibbled on it. 'I'll show you, whom you belong to.'
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A/N: and that's all for now, I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far and continue to support, until next time.