5.
~ She softly rapped on his door. Hoping he wouldn't hear and she could go to her room with a clear conscience.
"Come in." Arthur said gently. Expecting her.
Arthur's room was elegant and well furnished. The Point Man paying careful attention to all the details. He populated his room with fine antiques. Warm rich colors that were stylish yet undeniably masculine. Out of all the rooms in the house, his was the nicest.
"Hello." He said pleasantly from the bathroom.
Ariadne jumped slightly. Looking at him. He was halfway undressed. His tie off, his collar unbuttoned.
"Hi." She whispered.
"Bathroom's free." He told her.
"Thanks." She said awkwardly. Ducking her gaze away from him as she took shelter in the privet bath.
~ Arthur's taste ran to classic and subtle. Nothing low end. She had a special collection of gowns that he could pick out for her each week. He always managed to buy her something new. A pink bag with frilly bows sat glaringly on the bathroom counter. Calling to her.
Her expected attire.
Gingerly, she freed a beautiful blood red chemise from the tissue paper of the bag. It's silk fabric felt exciting on her skin. Ariadne had to smile to herself. He had most likely bought this for her to wear today, before coming home. Before their fight.
She striped herself. Of everything. Arthur didn't like her to wear panties to bed. The red chemise was flattering and fiery. Nothing she had expected him to pick out for her. It made her look older, more sexual.
She emerged from the bathroom cautiously. Arthur didn't seem mad at her. The Point Man had concealed the faint scratch marks to his face from Cobb and the kids. Had mentioned nothing about it. Now, they were alone again.
Arthur was sitting up in bed. His usual bedtime clothing on. A white undershirt and boxers. He smiled at her when she came out.
"You look beautiful." He said sincerely. She granted him a shy half smile as she climbed into bed.
"I thought I might read to you for a while." He offered picking up the book he always read to her on his night. She nodded and snuggled down into the covers. Happy that he was willing to forget their argument.
~ The book Arthur read was an Erotic one. Poetry and short stories of beautiful lovers in carnal acts. Written in the most seductive of verses. Ariadne found herself falling in love with the Point Man's wonderful deep voice. It's rhythmic, comforting tone.
Arthur read about two lovers, going to a party only to discover that it was not a traditional party. The Point Man lovingly described each detail of the orgy as if it were a natural and romantic thing.
Had this been any other book, his hypnotic voice would have lulled her to sleep. But she found she was becoming aroused by the images of three men taking one woman. She imagined herself as that woman. With he three wonderful lovers surrounding her. Loving her. Their hands over her body, caressing her delicately. Then, they would drive themselves into her. The same way as in the book. Each of them watching with fascination as the other man took her.
She came back to reality as Arthur finished the story. Her breathing was hard.
He placed the book back on the nightstand and looked at her. She gave him a easy smile, inviting him to her.
"I'm sorry I hit you." She said. Tear filling up her eyes as he rolled over on her. "I'm sorry I scratched you."
Arthur was making little shushing sounds. Quieting her.
"I'm not mad about it." He told her. His lips taking her. His sweet breath dancing over her lips. "Dinner was magnificent. Thank you." He whispered as his lips moved down to her neck.
She slowly realized he was grinding her. Grinding with her. Rocking her hips with his. His arms holding her close.
"All those cooking lessons are paying off." She whispered. His lips heatedly assaulting her neck as his hips gave a powerful thrust.
"Oh!" She moaned suddenly as her sex spasmed violently at the feel of his erection even through his shorts. She knew she was already wet for him. The story he read to her had filled her mind with wanton images. Lustful ravaging.
She couldn't hold her thought's together. Her mind focused on the energy the lovers were creating between their legs.
"I meant what I said before. About your designs. They really are beautiful." He told her. His tempo increasing.
"Just... just don't... don't stop." She pleaded breathlessly. Her desire hungry for more of the delightful friction he was causing. "Please don't stop." She begged shamefully.
"I love you." He whispered as he ground deeper into her. Her soft yearning flesh awakening to him. Demanding he go further.
She realized suddenly her breasts had been exposed. Naked and proud before him. He was pushing down the red gown to uncover her to him. His breath trailing down her flesh. Leaving little marks that burned her flesh. She felt him buck savagely against her tender heat as he grew more frustrated. Like an animal who was denied his mate.
"Arthur." She breathed out. Absorbing the blow that made her sex shutter with the promise of more. She wanted more, needed more. She was always seems satisfied with Cobb. The Extractor giving her what she needed but no more. With Arthur, she needed all of him.
All of him is exactly what he gave her. He was not the kind of gentleman to torment a lady. He would not overly prolong the act of foreplay. Driving her mad with unsatisfied desire.
He easily removed his shorts. His erection hard and strong against her. The first fearful seconds before his claim rushed through her. He was always so hard. So long. His shaft would plunge into her passage with no apologies. Would stay there. Rocking and thrusting.
She spread her legs wider as he gently fingered her delicate folds, the head of his erection sinking in. Taking his time with entering her. Making her suffer.
She felt her core pull him him. Felt how hot and powerful his manhood was. How his shaft was too large for her to absorb. That he wanted to thrust himself into her till he reached the hilt, but stopped. His fear of hurting her.
Arthur always took her missionary. He laid on her, his hot sex exciting hers. A contact she always missed with Cobb. He rode her easily. Her wetness making his shaft glide in and out.
Always, he was watching her. Watching her face as she took him. Took each thrust. Watching her breasts move helplessly with their movements. Observed in fascination her pleasure. Her soft little moans. Pleading for more of him. Always wanting more.
For a long time he would not release her. Continuing his night for a long as he wanted. Taking her over and over. Always missionary. When he wasn't watching her climax, he was kissing her. Branding her with his hot breath that made her head spin.
"No more." She whimpered as her sex gave one more shutter. Forcing her back to arch. Her body to tense. "Please... Arthur!"
The courtly gentleman did as his lady asked. With fevered grunting he came. He refused to pull out. Refused to spill his seed anywhere but inside her. She felt him, even though her sex was almost numb from his work. Felt herself fill up. His very life force coming inside her. Reaching and searching for a place to take hold.
Subconsciously, her hand wandered down to her belly. Thinking of what he had said earlier. He wanted to make her a mother. Was that why he always came in her? Why he stayed so close to her during their nights? She knew missionary was the best position for conception. Did he know that?
She was on the shot. Surely he understood how effective that was. That she couldn't get pregnant now. That he could over load her every night and still nothing.
She wanted to ask him about it. Wanted to know exactly what he was thinking. But but he was kissing her. Telling her he loved her.
She was whispering she loved him too. Not because he expected her to say it back. But because she meant it.
~ Sleep would steal them both. When they woke a few hours later Arthur would take her in the bathtub. Gently cleaning her. She would relax into his body. The warm water covering them.
"Arthur?" She asked as he washed her back. "Dis you mean what you said before? About us having a baby together? About you making me a mother?"
"I did." He said unashamed. "I've never wanted you to go on that stupid shot." He told her.
"You said it was a good idea." She said defensively. All four of them had agreed to it when laying down rules for their arrangement.
"Ariadne, your in the beds of two other men. If you became pregnant, it could be by Cobb or Eames." He told her sadly.
"Which is why I went on the shot." She said. Feeling her argument was valid.
"Maybe I want you off the shot." He said musingly. As if playing a game of 'lets pretend'.
"You want me off?" She repeated. Her heart beating faster. He said nothing for a long time.
"I uh... I don't know how much longer I can live this life. I love you so much, I was willing to share you with two to her men. It's not enough anymore. One or two nights a week isn't enough. I hate the thought of you with Cobb. Hate the thought of what Eames does to you, even more." He said finally.
"You don't want this life anymore? You want to leave?" She asked her pulse racing. Out of all her lovers, Arthur comforted her the most. Met her emotional needs the most. She didn't want to be without him.
There was a reason it was always him she was sneaking into her privet bedroom on her second day off.
"I don't want to leave." He whispered into her ear. "I want us to leave." He said holding her close.
She was breathing hard. Listening to that voice of his. His wonderful tones, even and easy.
"We could leave. We can have a life of our own. You could be a mother. A real mother. Not just a surrogate to Mal."
Her blood ran cold at that. She knew Cobb was only using her sexually as a release for missing his late wife. The fact that she cared for his children was all the better. Arthur must have sensed it to.
But to hear Arthur actually say it. To put words to it. Brought tears to her eyes.
"I love you." He whispered. "I want to marry you. I want babies with you. I can't do that with Cobb and Eames in your bed."