Free Room 212 by Kate Stewart

dimensional Ansell Adams pictures lined the walls. He had a massive TV and a fully furnished living room complete with an oversized recliner. This was a bachelor pad for sure.
    He walked me down the hall to his bedroom and the adjoining master bath. He threw a clean t-shirt and boxers on the bed and then proceeded to order me around.
    “Take your clothes off, Laura.”
    “Wow, no foreplay just straight demands?”
    “Yes. If you don’t like it, there’s the door.”
    Oh shit. Oh shit! He gave me a serious gaze and I froze, one foot behind me about to twist for the door. He burst out laughing and took a towel out of his cabinet.
    “Laura, shit, come on.”
    “You ass, I don’t know you well enough yet.”
    “Seriously, Laura?” He shook his head in amusement.
    “You could be a total freak.”
    “Make no mistake, baby. I am.”
    A shiver ran through me and I immediately took my top off as his back was turned to me to start the water. I slipped off my boots as he was plugging the tub, I took of my shorts and fishnets as he tested the temperature. By the time he turned around, I was in my undies only. His eyes devoured me in a hot second. I still had my pigtails in and assumed I had just given him a run for his money. He quickly stood before me and gently took the ties of my pigtails out and ran his hands through my hair. He lifted his thumb to my lips, smearing what red lipstick I had left onto my cheek. He dipped in and kissed me, but did not touch an inch of my skin. I felt his need then, so warm and his breath so sweet. I let out a small cry as his tongue tasted me. He bit my lower lip and thrust his tongue back into my mouth and I had to rub my thighs together to try to stifle the ache screaming between them. When he broke our kiss, he looked down at my body and I felt him tense and quickly withdraw from me.
    “Enjoy your bath. I’ll have food in twenty minutes.”
    “Thanks for all this. It’s really…nice.”
    He just smiled and shut the door. In Seth’s tub fully immersed, I thought about how bold I had been with him. When he ordered me around I hated it. Would I have stayed if he was serious? No, I wasn’t into that 9 ½ Weeks, ‘bark like a dog’ bullshit. I decided I liked equal control. I didn’t like to be dominated. Where was the skill in that? I quickly shampooed my hair with what I was sure was twenty dollar shampoo. It smelled amazing. I scrubbed every inch of me and let the tub drain, washing it out after myself. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my head. I quickly put on his the tee and boxers he left for me and was towel drying my hair when I met him in the kitchen. I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him again for the tub and comfy clothes.
    “I want you to be comfortable.”
    “I am.”
    He had plated a few things he must have picked up earlier. Had he thought of everything?
    “God, this looks good.”
    “It is good. Try this,” he said, shoving an egg roll bite into my mouth.
    “Yum.” I took as much as I could into my mouth and chewed appreciatively.
    “Wow, you are a girl who loves her food.”
    “I forget to eat, a lot. And when I realize I haven’t, I’m starving.”
    “You are a strange woman.”
    I looked around his palace and gave him a ‘pot calling the kettle black’ look.
    “Hurry up and eat.”
    “Well charming just flew out the window.”
    “Patience did.”

 

     
     
    He slipped his hands around my waist and put his hands beneath my shirt and tweaked my nipples from behind. “I can’t wait anymore, baby.” He bit down on the sweet spot between the crook of my neck and shoulder, his tongue covered me. I cried out as he rubbed his stiffness against my back. I instantly lost my appetite. I turned to him and he lifted me on the counter. I dug into him with everything I had. His tongue thrashed into my mouth with expert skill. I felt my insides melt within me with a warmth I never knew existed until last week. It