Enjoy Life Fully: Part 6
So, it's okay if we attend the after-party, even though we didn't go to the actual Oscars? Brandon inquired from his seat beside her in the limo.
Hayden grinned in response, "There are nearly twenty after-parties. You don't need to be nominated to attend. You simply need to know the right people."
"And you're one of those people?" he asked incredulously.
"I AM the right people," she grinned, kissing his cheek. She enjoyed playing with his words. It was her distinctive method of enjoying physical dominance. And it always brought a smile to his face.
"Any pointers so I don't embarrass you?" he said, as the limo pulled up to the curb.
"Just be yourself," she recommended.
He exited the vehicle, opening the door for her, so she could be closer to the cameras. She knew he comprehended the game, but she didn't want him to feel like a prop.
They reached the middle of the red carpet, and she gently guided him. He halted. She rotated, ensuring he was facing the photographers, and planted her lips on his cheek. He reddened a bit but her smile made him smile back.
She focused on the photographers taking their photos. She patted Brandon and enthusiastically displayed him before them.
"What do you think of my new boyfriend, gentlemen?" she inquired of the photographers. The camera flashes and clicks muffled their responses into a muddled mess, nonetheless, the gesture rather than the outcome was essential.
She led him into the party. The ambiance was spirited, but not disorderly. There were several significant players in attendance, undoubtedly. Her entrance fee was reasonable, but ample to cover the limo fare and this dress.
When they entered, she recognized a few people in the crowd. She desired to introduce her new love to her former co-stars, but she wanted to scan the surroundings first.
Brandon, despite his intellect, appeared blissfully astonished by the setting. She observed his mind flick through IMDb to identify the people in the room and their roles in movies. She relished his thought process.
"Hey, big fella," she said, patting his arm. She'd tested various nicknames recently, but that one didn't suit him. Brandon was deeply engrossed in his surroundings. She managed to catch his eye and stroked his jaw, redirecting his attention.
"I'm going to visit some old pals. Why don't you schmooze and have a good time? I'll find you in a while," she proposed.
"You want me to schmooze?" he asked cluelessly.
"Remember sweetheart, they're more terrified of you than you are of them," she giggled and kissed his cheek again. Her touch melted him. Even when he was boastful, his softer side surfaced when she flirted with him.
He became enchanted by his surroundings, allowing her to influence his decisions. Hayden amusedly thought of a naughty plan to attract his attention. She prudently removed her silky underwear and stashed it in her purse. While she and Brandon appreciated rough play, she believed it was the safest location for her undergarments that night.
Before she could traverse the gathering, her phone beeped from her handbag.
Kristen was sending her a text, "Just entered, where are you?"
Hayden signaled to Kristen with a wave as she came through the front entrance.
Dax stayed close to Kristen, and the three friends embraced.
"Hey there," Kristen greeted Hayden warmly. "I'm glad we chose the same party. I despise making small talk with the corporate world."
Hayden nodded in agreement, "Me too." She turned to Dax, "You look sharp. I see your girlfriend taught you how to shave," Hayden teased.
Dax ran his fingers over his freshly clean chin and nodded, "Needed a refresher."
Kristen inquired, "Where's your physician sweetheart?"
Hayden indicated towards the party, "I sent him to mingle."
Kristen raised a curious eyebrow, "That's risky. There are predators among them."
Kristen smirked and chuckled. She directed her attention towards Dax, "Alright, do something productive. Go find that geek and help him avoid any collisions. Don't come back until I text you."
Dax responded with a brief salute and walked off. Kristen shifted her gaze towards her best friend, "Listen up, I need the juicy details. How's the sex life treating you?"
Hayden glanced at her with a look of surprise, but couldn't contain her laughter. They found a quiet spot where they could have a private conversation. "What's got you so intrigued?" Hayden asked, fully aware of the answer.
"I'm a married woman. When we make love, it's the same old thing. You two are still exploring new boundaries. That's the exhilarating part. Come on, spill the beans," Kristen urged.
Hayden giggled, "He's really sweet. Even sweeter since we stopped using contraception."
Kristen's eyes widened, "Are you trying to trap him?"
Hayden shook her head, "I'm still taking precautions. I'm not trying to get pregnant," Kristen chuckled, "I swear, I'm not."
"Okay," Kristen said, still bearing an expressive look of doubt.
"We're just enjoying the moment," Hayden responded.
"It all sounds fun until the first ultrasound. That's when it gets real, real fast," Kristen remarked.
"Brandon is not Vlad," Hayden clarified.
"I know that. I'm just making sure you know it too," Kristen said.
Hayden sighed, "Do you want to be my older sister right now, or should I tell you what he did to me last night?"
"The naughty stuff, definitely," Kristen replied.
Hayden giggled, "He did this bizarre thing while we were having intercourse. I was on my back and he was standing up. I had my legs around his waist, but he made a slight adjustment."
Kristen's focus intensified, "What did he do?"
"He lifted one of my feet, bringing it to his shoulders. He held me there for the entire time. By the way, that guy's got some serious endurance," Hayden said.
"So lucky," Kristen commented. Hayden swatted her arm. "What did he do next?"
"It's an oddly erotic thing. I was on the verge of orgasm when he suddenly turned his head to the side and kissed the sole of my foot. There's a spot on the inside, do you know?"
Kristen nodded, "Does he have a foot fetish?"
Hayden shook her head, "It's not some sort of shoe fetish. It feels more intimate, almost spiritual."
"So he's being passionate while he's... doing the deed," Kristen questioned.
"Yeah, and it's pretty wild. We're having very rough sex about half the time," Hayden admitted.
"The Viking?" Kristen inquired.
"In full force. He's even shopping for a helmet on Amazon," Hayden chuckled.
"Is he into role-play?" Kristen asked.
"Whenever we try to talk about it, we end up having sex before we can get too specific," Hayden divulged.
"How're you feeling about all this?" Kristen inquired.
Hayden bit her lip, "I've been experiencing some wild fantasies lately. Some of them are a bit out there."
"Weird how?" Kristen wanted to know.
"Remember Handmaid's Tale? The breeding scene?"
"Blessed be the fruit," Kristen chortled.
"I've been thinking about that a lot," Hayden admitted.
"You want to be the handmaid, or the one on top?" Kristen asked.
"Both?" Hayden replied, making Kristen laugh.
Before she could continue, Dax made his way through a few people and approached them. "You'll want to see this," he said.
Kristen, Hayden, and Dax made their way across the party. At first, Kristen was concerned that Brandon had left a stain on himself or maybe run into someone famous. As she pushed through the crowd, she discovered a small gathering of people around a couple of sofas and a table between them.
Upon reaching the clump of spectators, she realized the scene was much more bizarre than she had initially imagined. There was Brandon, sitting on a sofa, engrossed in a chess match with Jeremy Irons, who was holding a highball.
"What in the...?" she murmured, speechless.
A bystander informed her, "This geek just started a conversation with Jeremy Irons. Apparently, he knew his drink or something. Crazy, right?" Kristen exclaimed in disbelief. On the other side of this odd tableau, Ving Rhames stood, observing the chess match unfold.
Hayden maneuvered her way to the front of the gathering. Brandon turned around when she came into view. His facial expression could have lit up the entire city. Hayden, on the other hand, didn't have such a focused expression.
"Jeremy!" Brandon exclaimed, drawing the well-known English actor's attention away from the chessboard.
Jeremy Irons sat upright. His keen, weathered eyes zeroed in on her, and a mischievous smile spread across his face. "My goodness! What a sight of beauty," he declared, extending his hand towards her. She returned the gesture and he kissed her knuckles, "Completely captivated, my dear. Your beau was telling me all about you while I was playing my Sicilian Defense. I'm afraid the young lad has me cornered. Would you be so kind as to steal his attention for me, please?"
Hayden unearthed her smile following the kiss to her hand. The distinguished actor patted the empty seat next to him and she sat down, perplexed by the game and her boyfriend. Brandon gave her a wink, causing her to realize that her partner could be desirable in several ways she hadn't thought of before.
Several moves and a few minutes later, something was changing in the game. She couldn't comprehend the intricacies of chess, but she could tell that Brandon was taking Jeremy's black pieces more frequently than not.
Jeremy overturned his largest pawn, seemingly signaling the end of the game. He placed a hand on the table and Brandon shook it with enthusiasm.
"Great game, son," Jeremy said. "Hopefully we'll run into one another at another gathering sometime."
The two stood up from their sofas, and Hayden stood up with them. Jeremy placed a hand on her shoulder and planted a kiss on her cheek, studying her intently.
Brandon spoke up again, "I want to thank you for being in Kingdom of Heaven."
"Thank you for being the only one who saw it," Jeremy remarked.
They shared a laugh and Jeremy picked up his glass of orange liqueur and vanished into the crowd. It seemed to part for him like the Red Sea.
Hayden faced her partner, "Care to catch me up?"
Brandon smiled, still admiring where Jeremy had gone. "I let him know I loved the movie. I knew he liked Cointreau. It kind of spiraled from there."
"And I was worried about you," she said, feigning annoyance.
"Sorry, I, uh..." he began. She lifted her hand to hush him. He assumed she was angry.
She grinned, "Sweetheart, how did you two acquire a chessboard?" she inquired.
"Um... Paul Rudd," he replied.
"Of course," she said, accepting the disbelief.
"Is this always like this?" he questioned.
"This never is like this," she answered.
"That was extraordinary," he remarked, still under the spell of the British icon.
"In numerous ways," Hayden concurred.
"Shall we go now?" he inquired.
"If you're not keen," she replied.
"I'm having fun," he said, watching the crowd disband.
She climbed onto her tiptoes to kiss him and pulled her panties from her purse in a wad. Her lips found his ear, "FYI, the panties currently in your pocket are mine," she stated.
He grinned widely and embraced her.
She snuggled into his embrace, "I guess you CAN mingle. Who knew?"
He nodded, "The betting houses take quite a hit."
She reached for his arm again and they drew attention to themselves. A few random individuals approached Brandon to inquire about the chess match. More people greeted Hayden. She engaged in small talk while Brandon waited patiently. She recognized his expressions when he was testing something out. She let him work at it.
After a while, Hayden was getting restless. Most of the A-listers were checking their watches. This party was nearing its end. She didn't want to be abandoned. Brandon had gone to fetch her some water. She searched for him.
She found him standing by a table, utterly captivated by something. She glanced in the direction of his attention.
Across the room, as if bathed in sunshine, Florence Pugh walked in a spectacular silver gown. Her figure was flawless. Her nipples were quite visible. The air seemed to sway around her. The light seemed honored to bounce off her skin.
Hayden cast a glance at her boyfriend, who seemed to be struck by lightening. She blamed him not at all. When she put her hand on his arm, he jumped, as though he'd been resuscitated. She chuckled at his full-body jolt.
"You like what you see?" she inquired, nodding towards the blonde deity crossing the room.
"I'm sorry," he said instinctively. He was incredibly cute with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Don't apologize," she said, folding her arms to admire Ms. Pugh. "She's drop-dead gorgeous."
The two stood side by side, entranced together, watching the performance.
"Is she the only one you're seeing in slow-motion?" he inquired.
"You're not the only one," she replied.
He seemed happy to have a bisexual girlfriend.
She'd heard that remark before.
They appreciated the moment in quiet adoration. Hayden spoke first.
"Want to go say hi?" she inquired.
"I'd probably pass out," he responded.
"You didn't faint with Jeremy Irons," she reminded him.
"I didn't desire Jeremy Irons," he retorted.
"Why not? He's stunning," she quipped, also gazing at Brandon.
This made them laugh.
"I liked you in Oppenheimer," he shared.
"You should tell her," she encouraged.
"Are you okay with that?" he asked, turning to her.
Cocking her head, she smirked, "Babe, relax; I'd secretly like to observe you."
Puzzled, he said, "You want to watch me embarrass myself?"
She nodded, sipped the water he had given her, and then continued. "A bit, yes."
He grinned at her response.
"You're adorable. She's almost a goddess. Go ahead and put your feelings out there," Hayden suggested.
"I won't encourage you to approach hot individuals if you're at a party," he said.
"Oh, I'm not the one in the relationship who's bi," she reminded him.
Brandon chuckled nervously, "Well, what if she develops feelings for me?"
"I'll cheer you on," Hayden promised.
He studied her, disbelieving.
"You're game?" Hayden asked, confidently.
"Okay," he decided.
He then walked towards Florence. Hayden planned to trail after him, just to be close in case he could actually engage in conversation. She was supporting him but not overly confident.
Probably, every male at this venue was awed by Florence's enticing and feminine form. Maybe that's why he was alone when he approached her. She pondered him but didn't dismiss him right away.
"Miss Pugh," he initiated. A fairly safe opening. He extended his hand, "It's a privilege."
She didn't offer her hand in return, but seemed curious about his approach.
He continued, "Oppenheimer was a film that held personal significance for me. Your performance was just remarkable," he added.
At that, she smiled, quickly concealing it afterward. His comment intrigued her. She asked,
"Deeply personal?" she inquired.
"As an engineer," he replied. "It's a story that has always been important to me. I'm an engineer who dislikes fascism. I closely related to the film."
Ren's smile changed from curious to endearing. She extended her hand gently, and Brandon caught it.
"Brandon," he said, introducing himself. Then added, "A privilege."
"An engineer?" Ren questioned.
"Yes, ma'am," Brandon acknowledged. Hayden cringed inwardly at his choice of words. But, to her credit, Ren appeared to overlook his gaffe. Brandon continued before he could correct himself, "Oppenheimer has been my hero ever since I was a kid. I admired your portrayal of Jean Tatlock, feeling you deserved more screen time."
Someone rarely paid such a heartfelt compliment, and this one impressed Ren. Hayden wondered if it was pure charm or just blunder that led to this moment.
Ren laughed lightly, "Underused?"
"Yes, ma'am," Brandon answered. Hayden could guess he was looking for potential pitfalls.
Ren, however, remarked, "Don't use that term anymore."
Brandon's eyes were held by hers, bracing himself for a negative reaction.
"Pardon me?" he asked.
"Ren," she told him. "To my friends," she added, flashing a captivating smile. Hayden couldn't deny that it would've shocked her had it been aimed at her.
Brandon tried "Ren" out, not taking any chances.
"Ren," he echoed.
"My apologies," Brandon continued. "It's how I was taught."
Ren scrutinized him. A variable could always spice up the game.
"And you?" she inquired, testing him.
"Brandon," he replied. "Hayden's my partner."
Ren's gaze sharpened, somewhat alerted. Hayden was glad he was nearby to back him up.
"Brandon," she repeated, her tone implying a challenge. [
Hayden had been participating in the game for quite a while, yet she sought more than a battle, just a prospect.
"Hayden Panettiere," she murmured casually. Following that, she described, "He accompanies me. Yet he'd adore to acquire you a beverage."
Ren's eye flashed with a twinkle, and she peered down her elegant nose at Hayden's petite figure. Hayden could sense herself liquefying.
Ren scanned Hayden meticulously, just as she had Brandon, examining her closely, "Please, might you obtain me a bottle of red for me? Anything from '08 and French will suffice. I'm certain they can accommodate," Ren told the bartender, slightly indifferent to her surroundings.
Hayden nearly offered a curtsy, yet controlled herself, "I'd be pleased to do so, Miss Pugh."
Outside of a possessive grasp, Ren snatched Brandon's tie. The lad was unprepared, yet handled the unanticipated pull rather well. Undoubtedly, this action had inexplicable internal effects on the lad, Hayden pondered. She jotted his reaction down in her mental notebook for future exploration.
"Share more about Jean," Ren prompted, subtly leading her lover away, as if he were chained to her. In reality, he was.
Hayden walked to the bar on stiletto heels. She procured the wine and two bottles of water. She forswore the offered glass and recognized Ren's undeclared preference for drinking straight from the vessel. Spotting the boyfriend, he sat in a chair, Ren plastered towards him in her own seat. Their feet tangled as though pointing at each other. Hayden discerned the mutual interest from afar.
She sneaked into their conversation gradually, fearful of disturbing them. She hovered near Brandon while waiting for acknowledgement.
Brandon was so caught up in their banter that he failed to perceive her presence. Ren simply signaled for the wine with a hand gesture. Hayden handed it over.
"Thank you, darling," Ren expressed graciously but less-than-enthusiastically. She didn't spare a glance at the label. She understood her instructions had been executed correctly.
With Brandon's discovery of Hayden's presence, he immediately reverted to his protective nature.
"Allow me to obtain you a chair," he proposed, hastening to rise.
"It's unnecessary," Ren reprimanded, preventing his rise.
Hayden sensed the disruption in their equilibrium and shuddered with delight. A sensation of familiarity invigorated her.
Ren seemed amused at Brandon's internal conflict. She savored his struggle through her cold words, "Do you prefer this?" she inquired, indicating Hayden's kneeling pose.
Hayden dreaded the possibility that Brandon could not handle this scenario. To assure him, she uttered flattery, "Certainly, Miss Pugh."
Brandon relaxed in his chair. It was evident to both women that he was sitting on the fence. Hayden wished to reassure him, but feared voicing her thoughts might disrupt the balance.
Ren viewed this internal battle as intriguing, "He appears to be compassionate, no?" she quipped, addressing Hayden once more.
"Indeed, ma'am," Hayden responded, noticeably deferential. She was testing the waters slightly.
Ren relished the word's marriage with Hayden's lips and rejected Brandon's suggestion, "Continue," she commanded.
Hayden listened in, but hadn't the heart to give the conversation her full attention. This was an exchange between her Dominant and the male she loved. Hayden's duty was to appear attractive and to stand by, awaiting her turn. The difference this time was, she was kneeling deliberately to please Brandon. She desired for him to attain the world, beginning with the blonde beauty on his right. She eagerly applauded him in her thoughts.
As they spoke, Hayden's discomfort from the cold floor on her knees worsened. She adjusted her posture slightly and caught Ren's attention. Hayden found herself practically apologizing for her shift in position, crossing her ankles and clashing her hands behind her lower back, flattening herself like a bow. She wouldn't dare meet Ren's gaze, yet she knew she was doing right by her.
Hayden listened with an incredulous mix of lust and fear. Hayden relished the discomfort of the stone-cold tiles against her knees and shivered with a naughty excitement.
She recognized the vulnerability she felt as Ren's gaze undressed her. She deeply wished she still wore the delicate choker Brandon had gifted her. It would've grounded her to him. Possession operated both ways. Maybe it's better this way. If Ren chose to claim Brandon, it would seem impolite for her to assert herself.
As Hayden perceived Brandon's fingers trace over her shoulder, the cautious touch invoked a deep intensity. She bit her lip to avoid letting out a moan. The warmth of his palm down her back induced the sensation of a cherished pet. She recognized this was his subsequent move. She was proud of him for having the courage to assert himself.
Her instinctive arch, intended to draw his touch closer, raised her eyes involuntarily. She observed Ren's fantastic face.
Ren scrutinized her attentively with a tender gaze. Hayden comprehended this was a reward. To grant her a smile under these circumstances was to validate her conduct. Her submission was highly appreciated. Hayden's core was now nearing its boiling point. She feared the surge within her might dampen her thighs. It's not like she was wearing panties anymore.
By engaging in the conversation and engaging in eye contact, Hayden was able to concentrate on what was being said. Ren seemed to be adjusting the discussion.
"And you two have been dating for around six weeks?" she asked Brandon.
"Approximately," Brandon responded. "It's effortless to lose track of time when she's in the vicinity." Hayden blushed at his compliment.
"I surely can imagine," Ren replied.
Hayden sensed Brandon's eyes on the nape of her neck, "I'm not wholly convinced she's not just a lovely illusion I'm experiencing."
Hayden discerned Ren's smile.
"Remarkable," Ren said. Brandon believed the remark was for Hayden. Hayden understood the word was for him. "Do you suggest we continue this conversation in a more private location?" Ren inquired.
"Um...I'm uncertain..." Brandon commenced, "I don't know where we could..."
He was about to make a mistake. Hayden didn't delay to interfere now.
"My residence?" she suggested promptly, peeking up from her knees. Ren glanced at her but milded as she heard her words. Her attitude altered, now simmering with a mischievous grin. Hayden anticipated dissolving into a puddle and being crushed by them.
"That sounds fantastic," Ren approved, employing a soothing tone.
Hayden recognized she'd earned the right to speak one more sentence, "I've got a limo awaiting."
"Wonderful," Ren said. She stood, and so did Brandon. Hayden awaited their ascent before stepping over to approach the vehicle. In a haze of simmering sexual energy, Hayden followed three paces behind as the woman who was enticing Brandon escorted them outside to the front entrance. Ren seemed to enjoy accompanying Brandon, and Hayden sensed herself becoming aroused by seeing someone so beautiful where she had once settled.
The quintessential Southern gentleman, Brandon politely opened the door for Ren and again guided her inside. He did the same for Hayden. Ren might dismiss Hayden as solely a decorative submissive, but she'd always be royalty in Brandon's eyes. The expression upon his face indicated this would never change.
Hayden ventured a glance at Ren's face, yet saw respect there. Ren conversed with Brandon, inhibiting any contact with Hayden.
"You never mentioned this, did you?" Ren inquired, bearing an understanding expression.
"It was a surprise," Brandon retorted.
"And you don't believe you can trust yourself?" Ren queried.
"I'm unsure of what's permissible," Brandon remarked.
Ren turned towards Hayden, "Prove to him how peaceful you are with this."
Hayden encountered Ren's penetrating gaze. She aspired to gratify his demands, though she also realized she'd never found the words to voice her opposition. It wasn't hypnosis, but it was perilously close.
She peered fleetingly at Brandon as her hands reached for his zipper, slowly removing it. She'd acquiesce to this humiliation, provided this was what it entailed, feeling embarrassed to utilize her voice.
Bringing his erection from its hiding place, Hayden's mouth fitted over the head, eliciting an appreciative groan from Brandon. Brandon's finger stroked her hair, and Hayden ground herself against his leg. She relished the feeling of servitude, eagerly awaiting this journey to continue.
Behind her, Ren lit a cigarette as they spoke. She recalled that smoking wasn't allowed in this area, so she'd have to pay a fine for her defiance.
"Let her focus," Ren instructed Brandon, glancing at the woman sucking his penis.
"Talk about Jean," Ren suggested with a knowing smirk.
Brandon struggled to concentrate on the conversation, his meager office chair rocking with the rhythm of Hayden's head. The intensity of the moment wiped out his thoughts and willpower.
"She was more than just a sex object for Oppenheimer," he mumbled.
Ren nodded, her lips quirking in amusement. "You're right, she was a complex individual. Nolan barely scratched the surface."
"She wrestled with her personality, too. She tried to be her own person. Diathylantine Feminism, I think?" he guessed, hoisting his hips to increase her oral efforts.
Ren smirked, impressed. "You'd be an interesting lover," she said, relaxing back into her chair.
"Exactly. She would've been great if she'd lived. A lesbian icon with astounding psychological insights. Not just a part-time girlfriend," Brandon agreed.
Ren's face lit up in a smile. "I felt the same way reading the book."
"Focus on the task at hand," Ren ordered gently, causing Brandon to tense.
"She deserved her own film. She could've been outspoken and eccentric. Instead of an appendage, she'd be a revolutionary thinker. Oh, god," he gasped as Hayden used her tongue in unforeseen ways.
Hayden's attention flitted between her dom and her task. Ren had her work cut out for her.
"I'd like to see your skills in action. Show off," Ren announced, pointing to Hayden.
Hayden paused on a new level of sucking and pulled back to reveal Brandon's semi-erect penis. She barely noticed his hypersensitivity, so focused on her duty. Hayden gave a respectful nod to her mistress.
"I'll hold onto this for now," Ren said, grabbing his flaccid, freshly licked member. "When you get home, remember to put it in the freezer." Her voice dripped with a honeyed ambivalence.
Hayden accepted the situation, reengaging her oral services. Ren watched from her chair, amused as she momentarily redirected Brandon's attention on the matter at hand. The raw sexuality and adrenaline coursed through her, inspiring her performance.
Hayden's mind, presently disregarding the consequences, tried to envision riding Brandon bareback. The metallic taste of his skin beckoned her. She knew it was her place to obey and pleasure, not control. The sexual tension in the room pressed on them all.
Ren giggled, eyeing Hayden intently. "If only he could fuck you on the spot." Her words hung in the air as Brandon's breath came faster, another unspoken plea to Hayden to return to her duties.
Feeling the weight of her role, Hayden gripped the softening member gently, vacuuming his head into her mouth one more time. He was incredibly sensitive, so Hayden made the experience deeper, laying her head on his torso.
Immersed in the mutual belief that she knew what she was doing, her gaze wandered from his pulsating head to Ren, who didn't miss a beat. "You two have a lot of passion," she remarked.
Hayden lifted her head to see her lover staring at her with pride, who leaned back to admire his beautiful wife. The scene confirmed Hayden's earlier conclusion that she should never be anything else but the submissive being Ren had so beautifully given to her.
She returned to her task, emptying his orgasm in one final pull, hands trembling with selfless devotion.
When the limousine rolled up to her house, Hayden remained fixed in her seat. Ren siezed the opportunity to take control; she rummaged through Hayden's clutch in search of her keys, and tossed them onto the floor. Then, she directed Hayden to present Brandon's stiffening erection to the frigid air inside the car.
"Manage that," she instructed Hayden, indicating the cock with a nod. Hayden obliged, zipping Brandon up before flashing him a warm smile, presumably unvisible to Ren.
Brandon unfastened the car door without a murmur of assent from his partner. With Ren close behind, they both departed the vehicle. The former left her breasts bare for the world to see, though no one was present in Hayden's front yard. Ren strode towards the entrance of the home, pausing only to retrieve the wine bottle from Hayden's seat. Upon request, Hayden then sprang into action, handing the wine to Brandon.
In front of Hayden's door, Ren commanded, "Pick up the bags. Tip the driver. We'll be inside."Hayden complied, donating some cash to the driver before scuttling after the pair. Inside, she noticed Brandon following Ren with rigid attention. The woman had commandeered the space from the get-go, setting the bottle of wine atop an end table, still hidden away in a large room filled with white rugs. She paused to admire the artatures on the walls, tracing her fingers over the bookshelf. Her curiosity led her to consider a photograph of Hayden, this one from Japan.
"Your involvement in your activism, they claim you're quite the hero," Ren mentioned lightly.
Hayden, now a timid woman, refuted the claim, "I was simply trying to assist."
"Did you pick up a kimono while you were there?" Ren questioned.
Hayden nodded in response.
"I'd love to try it on. Could you get it for me?" Ren asked, finding her way to a living room.
The anticipation ignited in Hayden's loins. She sped off to her room to procure the fabric displaying Ren's shimmering silhouette, waltzing into the living room once more.
She found herself awed at the sight of the woman standing before her, unclothed. Hayden's appetite for the scene had heightened her physical sensation.
Brandon was on the floor, hands clasped in devotion to Ren. Impassioned, he was entirely absorbed. Hayden shared the same sentiment from her position next to him.
Ren held up the kimono dress and presented it to Hayden, who collected it, gently hanging it over the back of the sofa.
Ren unsheathed the wine bottle with ease, glancing between her companions to ask, "Care for a sip?"
Hayden spoke confidently, "I cannot. I..." She admitted, a little shaken, "I have... a concern."
Ren allowed a short, light chuckle, turning to Brandon next. "Brandon, do you have a concern?"
Now stable and determined, Brandon shook his head, "I never drink."
"Cease." Ren urged, rousing him further.
Brandon relinquished his feet from their steadiness on the floor. Hayden observed, mesmerized, while he descended into grovelling, his head bowed before his mistress.
Ren removed the wine's cork and spat it onto the carpet, a casual gesture for her.
She swallowed a swig of wine, departing the vessel with a swift pour of red wine down her luscious torso. Hayden hung on Hayden's every movement, enraptured by the sloshing red liquid coursing over Ren's undulatory curves. It tumbled down her riveting torso, over her sensitive breasts, and settled upon her able legs. The wine weathered down to her sex, before eventually finding its first taste in the sparkling eyes of Brandon. Unfortunately, he had just enough time to get half a glass' worth and hardly any more, the rest splashing onto his face, shirt, and the immaculate carpet he now knelt on.
Hayden observed as Ren ruined the five-thousand-dollar carpet covering her living room. She witnessed her man attach himself to Ren's labia, sucking, licking, and gobbling up like a desperate traveler searching for water. He was shameless in his need to consume from her lips. Hayden was in awe of the sight. She had seen his strength up close, but at that moment, he was entirely submissive. Hayden pondered if he would survive such a surrender. Ren might crush him with just a glance now.
With purplish-red stains marring the once clean rug, Hayden saw Ren signal Brandon to wipe her boyfriend's face. She chuckled at the sexual chaos she had instigated in the name of control and satisfaction.
Hayden was rendered helpless as Ren forced Brandon against her crotch. "Clean me up," she told him as he complied. Ren then gestured for Hayden to kneel beside her man.
Hayden felt a tightening in her chest. She couldn't drink. Ren could tear apart her home and carpet, but she wouldn't violate her sobriety, right?
She knelt down and he held out his hand, entwining their fingers. Once again, Hayden succumbed to the intensity of the situation. Brandon was her guardian. No harm would come to her as long as he was next to her.
She looked up at Ren, viewing her as Brandon must have at that moment. The flawless curves and the way the wet silk clung to them. The fragrance of the wine intoxicated her, but Brandon had done his duty. Ren's pussy was spotless. Hayden's thoughts turned to what might follow.
Ren gazed at Hayden, her mouth slightly parted, signaling for the young woman to do the same. When the innocent blonde opened her mouth, she embraced Ren's pussy. Hayden tensed, then relaxed as her body settled into the position.
Ren's eyes glanced at Brandon. "Tie her down," she commanded.
Brandon seized Hayden's wrist, positioned it on her lower back. He snaked his other hand through her hair, gripping the back of her head. She thought back to the potent power she experienced when she stoked his passion. Her body reacted to the touch, bucking forward wildly. Hayden loved to be handled aggressively. She didn't resist. She yielded.
Ascending anew into her submissive state, she lifted her gaze to meet the goddess's eyes.
Ren smirked, "Open your mouth, pet."
Hayden licked out, filling her mouth with the urine, bracing for the expected humiliation. But to her surprise, she had not fought her fate. On the contrary, she welcomed it — for him, for him doing this to her, and for herself.
Pride urged her to defy, to resist.
Pride was null and void.
Brandon supported her as she swallowed the effluent, her nose wrinkling in disgust, but it was shortly replaced with a sense of accomplishment. "It's for Ren," her thoughts reasoned, "for Brandon," and ultimately, "for me."
She fumbled to lap up the remaining urine, trying to not let any run down her chin or onto the floor, snake-like she meowed her acceptance.
Ren stopped, a giddy glint in her eyes. Hayden's disbelief that everything she had culminated to this realization loomed. Brandon had seen her drink piss, and not only had he seen it, he'd aided her. The power of his hands had helped guide her, protect her, and fortify her. Hayden loved his hands with an unconventional fierceness.
Ren slipped the damp kimono off of her shoulders, letting it drop onto the bloodied carpet, leaving another stain. She pointed toward the bedroom: "Come." She led them inside the room.
Brandon was perplexed as they entered and lined up next to her. Ren took the lead, calling the shots: "I'll watch. Will you fuck face-to-face?"
Hayden nodded.
"Not tonight." Ren said, pointing to the bed's foot. Hayden commenced to disrobe her dress. Ren Then faced Brandon. "You have her from behind. She likes it when she's king-mounted, doesn't she?" Ren awaited a response from the blonde woman as well.
Hayden, still under the lingering hypnosis, answered, "Yes, my lady." [emoji] (i.fence.to/post/vhf1nvec)
Meowing and treasuring the title, Ren gazed around the chamber and expressed something else to Hayden. "Does she need protection?" she inquired, drawing Hayden out of her trance. Under all of that vigor, Ren was still intent on safeguarding Hayden's standards.
Hayden tennis leather red from the kindness, "Um... no longer required. We stopped utilizing them approximately a week ago. We now only utilize mine."
Nodding, Ren said, "Magnificent." She faced Brandon, "Take her, as a woman rightfully deserves. Allow me to witness what I can anticipate."
Hayden felt her core swell with her newest fantasy - Ren would make love to Brandon. She hoped beyond hope that she would be granted the privilege of observing this. The concept of loyalty held no weight in this room. Had Brandon displayed reluctance, she would've lunged at him like a banshee. However, this was never going to transpire. She understood that he was daring enough to carry this through.
Hayden turned and sprang upon him, eager to rid him of his clothes and embrace his cock. She yearned it to be fast and rugged and primal. She was prepared to shout for both of them. She was ready to shout.
Over the past few weeks, in her secret thoughts, she had considered that Brandon may well have been an excellent actor if he'd intended to be. He was good-looking, in his fashion. His humor was always present, although it once in a while surpassed him. However, what she admired most about him was how he could switch on and switch off the different aspects of his internal self to satisfy her demands. Looking into his eyes, she activated the button inside him unleashing his deepest essence. The id, the brute that she craved to do the deed for Ren's satisfaction. The Viking, that barbaric descendant of those who conquer oceans, skies, and women. She summoned the Viking.
Ren sat on a chair near the foot of the bed. Hayden surrendered to Brandon's hold as he adapted her to his will. Again, she enjoyed being handled by a man. Reminding herself, when he grasped her hair, she dutifully spread and curved for him.
At the edges of her recollection, she remembered giving him consent for anal sex after their lately revealed secrets. But over the past week, they'd both been so submerged in the euphoria of bareback sex that all else had been shelved. She pondered if he might improvise here. But the warmth wetting her folds assured him that he was still in dire need of her bare slit on his shaft.
Ren had a grip on her chin, "I said, 'what are you refraining from?'"
Hayden's joy couldn't camouflage her puzzlement. Ren articulated it plainly for the girl still having to process her ecstasy. The fella had performed admirably, but his mind was more suited to rush.
Ren composed it explicitly for her blonde student.
"You admire him. Why have you not disclosed it?" asked Ren.
Her gaze was no longer shrouded by her bliss. Even Brandon's cock couldn't compete for her attention. She had to defend herself.
"I was waiting for the perfect moment," Hayden ventured.
The slap was harsh and immediate, connecting with her other cheek. She quivered and her vagina clenched. Brandon discharged a crying moan. She realized that he was too far gone to recognize that his lady had just been slapped by someone else.
Hayden turned to face the other way, exposing her other cheek.
Ren was near, staring into her eyes fiery and brooding. It wasn't fury, but it could transmute quickly. [Ren] Had you been listening? I said, "What route are you delaying?"
Noticing her confusion, Hayden replied, "I was anticipating the opportune moment."
The strike was sturdy and sharp, landing on her right cheek. Her pussy shivered and she shuddered. Brandon released a moaning sob in response. She understood that he was far vexed to fathom that his lover had been slapped by someone else.
Hayden plodded around to confront the other way, revealing her other cheek.
Ren was a midst of her face, her eyes ablaze with an intense warmth. It wasn't rage but it could rapidly alter. [Ren] What had me captivated was the words. "I was aiming for the perfect moment."
With her puzzlement apparent, Hayden elaborated, "I was waiting for him to say it."
The strike arrived speedily as it found its mark on her left cheek. Her vagina trembled and she vibrated. Brandon moaned andoat. She comprehended that he was so deep in bliss that he couldn't comprehend that his girlfriend had been whacked by someone else.
Hayden pivoted, confronting the other route, her left cheek now on display.
Ren was abruptly beside her, her visage blazing with an intense warmth. It was not wrath, but it had the potential to morph. [Ren] "What were you waiting for?"
"Idiot," Ren uttered, spouting her comments with a harsh tone, "Death is unavoidable. Day by day, individuals pass away, waiting for the ideal moment."
Hayden nodded and sobbed. It was all so overwhelming. The sex, the control, the flavor of urine on her tongue, the sensation of complete surrender. To learn that she had fallen short in the eyes of her new deity. She felt a shame that a thousand slaps couldn't express.
"Do I have to say it first?" she queried.
Ren held her cheeks, "You're aware he wouldn't. He'd rather die than threaten your heart. He loves you excessively."
"But he does love me?" she inquired, already aware of the response.
Ren seemed to consider her question needless and moved on, "You spent so much time in fear. You're the kid in the burning house, terrified of the firefighter. He's here to rescue you. Let him."
Hayden's tears fell quicker. She already knew all these words, but to have them confirmed during this moment of physical subservience was too much for her to handle. Her emotions seeped out, dripping down her cheeks in continuous streams. She had to release them or they'd burst, killing her in the process.
Ren allowed her to cry. Brandon was deep into his passion and couldn't think rationally. He might hear their words, but he couldn't comprehend at this stage. For all her close connection to him, it was as though she was in a confessional. The service persisted.
"Am I allowed to keep him?" Hayden asked, finally managing to direct her gaze to Ren's. She almost uttered the question as a joke, yet her stomach fluttered at the thought of the response.
Ren beamed and chuckled. She regarded Hayden like a precocious kid. Ren's digits slid back the wet tresses that clung to Hayden's tear-streaked face. Hayden's eyes closed due to the intense power the touch radiated.
"He's uncannily yours," Ren stated. "I merely wanted to taste that passion. It's my remuneration for leading you."
"Will this occur again?" Hayden enquired.
"That decision hangs on his performance," Ren replied.
"So the response is yes," Hayden acknowledged.
Hayden groaned and looked away. The pleasure was rearranging her body in chaotic ways.
Ren lifted her chin and held her eyes, "What you both share is stunning. It would be a crime to deprive you of it. Although, if I could." Her grin spoke volumes. Hayden wailed.
Brandon scraped his nails down her back and Hayden screamed with eager delight.
This provoked a Cheshire cat grin from Ren. She kissed Hayden's lips.
The kiss brought about Hayden's first orgasm. She needed to elect breath, to regain her footing. But eventually she was present again. Brandon was a machine inside her. His orgasm could wait. He was ensuring her pleasure outshone his own. Even at his most primal, he would always cherish her above himself.
Ren came to her and pulled her out of her haze. She nodded at him, beyond Hayden's back. "He's a dog. Faithful, faithful, devoted. He'll never bite you," she said.
Hayden nodded and yielded to more pleasure from his cock. She wanted to writhe in ecstasy, but her stance and position were ordered from above. She adhered to the commands of her new religion.
Ren scrutinized her in her trance, "He's a dog. What are you?"
Hayden sighed. She dared not debate with divine wisdom.
Ren waved her hand, "Foolish for a woman to call him a dog. That's just his station. Your spirit is a tigress. And he understands it. He knows you could annihilate him if you desired."
"I'd never," she began.
"But you could. He'd expose himself to devastation if it was your will. He'd step into the fire, exposed, with a grin on his face. Don't forget the power you have over him."
She nodded. She dared not challenge divine guidance.
The orgasm was an overwhelming experience that she couldn't fully understand. She wriggled and twisted. Shouted and gasped. Her passion stretched him out through their strong bond. His climax wasn't under his control. She forced it as a crucial urge. They couldn't handle any more pleasure. Her duty was to prevent them from drowning in euphoria. Orgasm or perish. Come or vanish. She opted for survival for both. Had she not, they would have slipped into oblivion happy and content.
In silence, Ren consumed her final sips of wine as the lovers succumbed to pleasure and weight. Hayden fell beneath their combined weight. The impact of their bodies on the bed marked the end of the passionate poem they'd crafted together.
Tears, sweat, come. They'd relinquished their all to honor her. She quaffed the expensive wine and wondered if she'd ever experience such purity.
It was not easy to find, but Ren vowed to always possess it.
The two had accomplished so much, she gave them a minor break. This belonging belonged to her but she could use some care for her body. She let them sleep and went to the shower.
There were several remedies and lotions for hair and skin. Ren recognized some. New ones, too. She selected those that had been used the most and applied them where they were needed. If she smelled like the woman, the guy's nose would be intrigued by her. If the woman's scent filled his nostrils, he'd make love to her in the way she'd just seen. She yearned for that unyielding desire within her. She wanted the woman's fragrance as her own.
Following a refreshing bath, Ren exited the bathroom, revitalized and prepared to provide emotional and physical needs once more. She made her way to the bed where the lovers were only just awakening. She spoke to the man, "Tie her up. I want her to witness."
She communicated with the woman, "Prepare him. Ensure he's ready."
They both nodded, still in a lingering haze, and commenced their duties. Ren disregarded them. She went straight to the woman's wardrobe.
She had all the time in the world, so she took a moment to peruse the woman's jewelry. Most of it was dull or uninteresting. One diamond sparked her attention. The engagement ring from the woman's first relationship. It paired with the bridal gown encased in a black fabric box in the back of the closet. Briefly, she pondered taking the ring for herself. The world would consider it valuable and it would make a respectable keepsake. However, she discarded the notion. The ring symbolized tainted love. It had a disheartening history. Tainted by scorn and violence. She put the ring back in its box and opted for a golden headband with an emerald gem in the middle. Not quite a tiara or a crown, but fitting for the evening ahead.
When she exited the room, the woman was perched in the chair she'd abandoned earlier. Her wrists were tied behind her. Her ankles were connected to her legs. She was unclothed, except for the ropes. Her panties dangled from one toe. A fascinator? Ren smiled approvingly. It was an impressive touch.
The boy was prepared, but uneasy. She could see his struggle to open the condom packaging. She stopped his error with a hand on his shoulder and a phrase.
"No. Uncovered."
The woman let out a whisper of a gasp and Ren faced her.
"Brandon." The woman uttered, branding his thoughts with her pronouncement. "Show no restraint."
The similarities were striking. It could've been Cleopatra addressing Marc Antony. Penelope speaking to Ulysses. Helen to Paris. The woman's words were status, a plea, a request.
He nodded to his love as he moved to place himself above Ren.
Secretly, she felt it was indecent to be a medium for their passion. But they would both profit from her discovery. Their union had been crafted with loving skill.
She'd read them in their earlier encounter. She'd noticed the signs of constricted emotions and imprisoned hearts. She couldn't stand the dread that enslaved them both. [
Ascii Art Drops Of Water | Drawing And Describing | PythonBest Python Encoded Emoji Library📁 | Text To Image Convolutional Neural Network🕶️ | Notes In Code🧐 | Keyboard Map Various Devices | Flaw - Zeroes Repeating 2 Vowels Consecutively | "They Came To Believe”📝 | Computer Monitors - Light Reflection | Online Text To Voice Text To Mp3 Sql Server | Framing - Restrictions Through Borders | Flaw - Space After A Specialized Function | Horse In A Field | İfadeler: Tureng Macerasında Kimler Aktardı? | Caring Marriage Words | Target Android Equipment| Typewriter Writing Font | Nero Python Language Documentation Summary | Egyptian Hieroglyphs | Controlling Background Image In Email Samsung | Black Magic: 36 (Unreleased Album) | Weaponized Data - The Raw Attacks On Stored Data | Social Networks: Dislike as Learning Practice | Kitten In The Shade | Eyes On The Front Of A Hummer
Tomorrow, their love and passion would be something they'd never experienced before. The sun would rise for them with a stunning beauty that very few would ever witness. And the sun would never set on their intense desire. Engagement, marriage, time, death - these were all trivial details. No matter what they did the rest of their lives, the start of their stories was happening tonight.
She felt his entrance and her body naturally responded. Physically, he was quite a specimen. Handsome, with a boyish charm, if that's what appealed to you. She was aware that his brain was the bigger draw, and she'd experienced that and enjoyed it. He was charming and entertaining enough that, had he not been in love, she might have developed a certain interest in him. But that no longer mattered.
Passion was what had allowed him access to her body. She took his cock deep inside her and felt him touch something he'd never experienced before. She understood his inexperience. It gave him an innocent charm. He stole a glance at his love, but she stopped him with a gentle touch to his jaw. No distractions would interrupt her pleasure. As long as this communion lasted, he would give her the love he'd reserved only for his girlfriend. She would feel what that fire felt like in her soul, even if only for a brief moment.
The feeling was intoxicating. Even she couldn't deny that he had led her to the top of the wave, if only for a brief instant. If she cared about his ego, she would have complimented his stamina and his technique, but a simple moan from her lips said more than any compliment could. She offered him that moan and saw a frown cross the face of his girlfriend.
A deep, throaty laugh came from Ren as the boy fucked her with more urgency. She knew the girlfriend was experiencing a plethora of feelings. Passion, jealousy, capitulation, panic, desire - all of them were overshadowed by the most potent of them all. Raw lust. She wasn't the sweet lover anymore. She was the jealous bitch who was watching another woman take what was rightfully hers.
The restraints were necessary.
The girlfriend grunted in agony, as tightly bound ropes held her captive. The boy should be praised for his ropework. It required skill and effort and he had both. She could feel his swelling inside her as her hands roamed over his back.
The first climax surprised her. It had been a very long time since she'd experienced something like this. She welcomed the bliss as her body lost control. Her animal instinct had awoken and she felt the big man's ferocity. She challenged him with a look and he accepted. The slap to her face reminded her that she was alive and in this moment of joy. The pain only made her pleasure more intense. She let him take her in the same way he had taken his girlfriend, her face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and torment.
The orgasms came in rapid succession. She pulled the boy to her for a kiss and shared her passion with him, her lips speaking more than any compliment could. She wanted to create chaos in the girlfriend's heart. With a gentle touch, she stroked the lips of the bound girl. The blonde harbored growing anger.
She cackled at the helpless girl, watching her squeal in distress.
"He's amazing," Ren stated, sending a jolt of electricity through the girlfriend's body with her words. "As you said, I think I might have to enjoy him again."
The girlfriend sobbed and fought against her restraints. There was nothing she could do other than listen and watch.
Ren shivered with pleasure and pulled the boy in for another kiss.
"Do you like this pussy?" she asked, testing him and reminding him who controlled him.
The boy nodded, clenching his jaw.
She whispered into his ear, her voice loud enough for the others to hear, "Am I tighter than your girlfriend?"
The boy shuddered and hesitated, unsure of what to say.
She chuckled and comforted him with a kiss. Her lips kept him from uttering words that could anger one woman or upset the other.
She put an end to her game and focused on the sheer pleasure he was providing to her. True power knows when to let things unsaid.
She unleashed her power once again.
A photograph had captivated her like a mighty river, unleashing his orgasm. She graciously allowed his orgasm to trigger hers, causing her passion to explode and reach a nuclear level. Her body eagerly met his, skin poking out for his cherished touch. He radiated his comfort as he encompassed her with his embrace, showering her with his kisses. She was thrilled to embrace her most intimate relation.
Three deafening screeches echoed around them. Each note burnt passionately but joined together in a divine sexual melody.
When she reemerged from this theatrical experience, she discovered his hand cradling her. The other was assisting his adored partner with her safety. One of her ropes had been torn apart due to the wrestling. She was about to fall when he swiftly rescued her.
The woman, Ren, extended an arm to protect the aroused girl from any possible harm.
Intrigued by the concept of motherhood, Ren pondered the fierce passion that she had just absorbed.
Had she been impregnated, she might consider raising it. The revolutionary concept would provide them a test for their relationship. It was so gratifying being her devilish self in high heels.
As the enthusiastic girl was pulled back to equilibrium, Ren considered the small bomb that had lodged itself within her.
"You're with me tonight," she said to the boy, as the bewildered girl was maneuvered back under control.
She motioned to the space he had once stood, "Tie her there. Don't let her get free. Let her clean my fluids from your genitalia."
With ease, he hopped out of bed and returned with a fresh set of ropes. The girl winced as they tightened, but she obediently bared her teeth.
The boy was gently instructed by Ren, "She resides on the floor. You will join me."
To further drive home the statement, Ren seductively guided the boy into her embrace. She then gently tugged the girl where he had once rested.
To the boy, she spoke again, "Let her kiss your length to cleanse it."
The girl emitted a pitiful moan and the boy, flushed with sheer happiness, complied with the request.
"Ren, she sleeps on the floor. You will accompany me," her spouse said.
They kissed, burying her in his arms, bodies brought back together by his heat. She relished their intimacy as he slid back into her. The girl writhed against the ropes that confined her. Ren basked in the sensations without accusing her of escapism.
Ren moved her head towards the girl's ear, softly cooing amidst her own blissed-out grunts, "His virility is impressive. If I'm left with his seed, I will name the baby after you."
The girl nodded her response, her eyes still closed. She released a tremble of laughter.
Ren stroked the boy's hands and placed them on her mammaries, showing him her pleasure and arousal. He responded with tenderness and affection, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.
Hayden flickered her eyes awake, observing her lover undoing the ropes. Her body felt stiff and a slight ache gnawed at her joints. All pain could be blamed on him, for he'd bound her tightly and treated her like a pleasure toy for the mysterious woman. Despite the hardships, she still yearned to be with him.
The pleasure vanished when she realized she was now confined to a mattress, something she had avoided, unlike her companion.
"Is the other one gone?" she questioned, her eyes open a sliver.
Her boyfriend shook his head, "She left when I awoke. She even stole your dress."
Hayden dismissed the concern, "My dress's fine. What else?"
"She left your hairband too."
Hayden grunted and gazed admiringly at him, "Oh, how unfortunate."
She observed him disassembling the ropes, "Did she write anything?"
"Yep, a note on the counter," he explained.
Hayden felt a twinge of sadness; she yearned to retain her memories.
"What does it say?" she asked.
"Well, she doesn't want you contacting her and gave a number." He read the note aloud to her.
Loud hoots escaped Hayden, "Just a regular request to never call her again."
She threw her arm over him, "Would you like to text her?"
He appeared hesitant, "I'm sort of seeing someone," he answered, head in the grassy area between her breasts.
A wry remark followed, "Is it serious?" she pretended.
She was intent on chiming in, "Brandon, my dear..." However, she abruptly shifted and whispered, "I truly desire to discuss what transpired."
Her shoulder was tickled, "What I'm concerned about right now is if you're okay." She aimed to remind him of the greatest embodiment of their bond.
He pleaded softly, "Am I okay?" The sincerity simmered beneath his voice.
She hugged him, and his expression softened as they fell into a peaceful slumber.
She placed her hand on his lips, "Don't apologize for last night. I desired it just as much as you did. You're not allowing that, right?"
He grinned behind her hand. He kissed her fingertips and she smiled, realizing she'd misjudged the situation.
"What were you going to say?" she inquired, drawing him into a kiss.
He pressed his tongue against hers and they connected for the first time in hours. She sensed his body reacting and her own heated up under his touch.
She knew. He knew. They pronounced it in unison.
"I love you."
