It didn?t matter what time it was. This day was just going to have to sit there and f**king wait for her to get up and going. Sunlight had been beaming through royal purple curtains for roughly five hours now. A surly macaw was picking his feathers in his cage while two neon colored cats the size of mastiffs wrestled in the living room. Trash was strewn all over the black painted floorboards. Beneath the mound of silk sheets and embellished throw pillows something started to stir.
Complete nude, smudged in dirt, and spattered in blood. That was how Sami had ended her evening. In some places her skin was wound and in others stiffened with a previously sticky, now hardened, substance. The navy woolen peacoat she had worn home was in a clump at the foot of her bed. Bruises were starting to form. They left a roadmap of violet and red along spindly arms and lifeless thighs. And yet, whenever those too-blue eyes finally popped open they were glazed over in pure serenity and contentment.
The sniff of his scent she had stolen was still implanted within her nostrils.
In a moment of stupidity the Derby Dame started to roll onto her side with the intention of covering her bare legs with the nearby comforter. It was a move she regretted almost immediately. Clearly this day was going to require more care than she had previously thought. With a groan Sami shifted and looked to the mess that was her apartment. Even sitting here reflecting on it? the whole ordeal was just surreal.
The night before she had gone on a casual bender as she often did whenever she didn?t feel like golfing, dancing, or multi-tasking. Joint in hand, she had rode out to the Glen where she had smoked, shed her cares, and flopped back onto the grass to watch the stars and listen to the wind. And that? was about the time that everything changed.
She had been yanked from her trance and jerked into the presence of one auburn-eyed master whose path she had not crossed in some time (almost full years, in fact). It had been a mixture of terror and excitement at first. And then the nature of their interaction had changed entirely.
For how long had she harbored that crush? Wanted to feel his lips? Wanted him to call her things that he would never call someone who wasn?t his. But she wasn?t his, was she?
A hand reached up to touch her neck, still bare.
And then in the dark of some cold autumn night it had all happened. Every moment felt like he had been reading her mind. It was hard, rough and wild. It felt like the satisfying of urges and the definition of carnal if ever there was one. All the while she knew it was wrong. But, damn, it had felt so right. Sami bit down on her swollen lip and reached for the comfort of a nearby pillow.
Was it wrong to want him?
Purplish tufts shifted as she shook her head from side to side trying to clear her thoughts. It was a fling. It was a one-time moment of weakness in the face of absolute pleasure. Dwell on it for today, but tomorrow it will be out of your head and you?ll be back to the real world. She had made a conscious decision to rid her life of the red-eyed slaver years ago. He was poison to her well being. Which was why she spent her time with his counterpart and with others who were more well suited to her needs.
And, yet, as she lay back upon patterned silk sheet she couldn?t help but sigh where she ought to have groaned. Life would go on. This was just a moment. That?s all. Nothing more than a passing moment.
Complete nude, smudged in dirt, and spattered in blood. That was how Sami had ended her evening. In some places her skin was wound and in others stiffened with a previously sticky, now hardened, substance. The navy woolen peacoat she had worn home was in a clump at the foot of her bed. Bruises were starting to form. They left a roadmap of violet and red along spindly arms and lifeless thighs. And yet, whenever those too-blue eyes finally popped open they were glazed over in pure serenity and contentment.
The sniff of his scent she had stolen was still implanted within her nostrils.
In a moment of stupidity the Derby Dame started to roll onto her side with the intention of covering her bare legs with the nearby comforter. It was a move she regretted almost immediately. Clearly this day was going to require more care than she had previously thought. With a groan Sami shifted and looked to the mess that was her apartment. Even sitting here reflecting on it? the whole ordeal was just surreal.
The night before she had gone on a casual bender as she often did whenever she didn?t feel like golfing, dancing, or multi-tasking. Joint in hand, she had rode out to the Glen where she had smoked, shed her cares, and flopped back onto the grass to watch the stars and listen to the wind. And that? was about the time that everything changed.
She had been yanked from her trance and jerked into the presence of one auburn-eyed master whose path she had not crossed in some time (almost full years, in fact). It had been a mixture of terror and excitement at first. And then the nature of their interaction had changed entirely.
For how long had she harbored that crush? Wanted to feel his lips? Wanted him to call her things that he would never call someone who wasn?t his. But she wasn?t his, was she?
A hand reached up to touch her neck, still bare.
And then in the dark of some cold autumn night it had all happened. Every moment felt like he had been reading her mind. It was hard, rough and wild. It felt like the satisfying of urges and the definition of carnal if ever there was one. All the while she knew it was wrong. But, damn, it had felt so right. Sami bit down on her swollen lip and reached for the comfort of a nearby pillow.
Was it wrong to want him?
Purplish tufts shifted as she shook her head from side to side trying to clear her thoughts. It was a fling. It was a one-time moment of weakness in the face of absolute pleasure. Dwell on it for today, but tomorrow it will be out of your head and you?ll be back to the real world. She had made a conscious decision to rid her life of the red-eyed slaver years ago. He was poison to her well being. Which was why she spent her time with his counterpart and with others who were more well suited to her needs.
And, yet, as she lay back upon patterned silk sheet she couldn?t help but sigh where she ought to have groaned. Life would go on. This was just a moment. That?s all. Nothing more than a passing moment.