Nine months, two weeks and four days.....
That was precisely how long it had been since I had last seen those eyes.
Time should have dulled the memory by now. Instead, absence had sharpened it into something dangerous.
That man had imprinted himself upon my mind as though I had been branded by him, permanently marked by a single night I could neither forget nor fully understand.
Even now, recalling it sends heat searing through my body, awakening an ache so deep it borders on unbearable.
I remember the cold first.
The sharp chill against my naked skin. The helpless awareness of my wrists restrained gently behind my back. The silence in the room. The anticipation hanging thick in the air, heavy enough to taste.
Long curls spilled across my face as I stood there trembling slightly, every inch of me painfully exposed. Full breasts rising with uneven breaths. Curved waist. Soft hips. Vulnerable in a way that made my pulse race harder rather than retreat.
He circled me slowly, calmly, as though he already understood exactly what I would become beneath his hands......
“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured softly
Beautiful. Restrained. Waiting.
The words alone sent longing flooding through me. ....
His fingers brushed over my skin with deliberate patience before settling lightly against my nipples, drawing a sharp breath from my lips. Fear and desire tangled together inside me so intensely I could no longer separate one from the other.......
“I’m going to enjoy giving you the pleasure you deserve.” he whispered as he slowly walked away....
My entire body tightened at the promise in his deep voice.....
I had fantasised about surrender before ..... about handing control to someone whose name I did not even know .......but fantasy had never prepared me for the reality of it. For the terrifying intimacy of being desired by a complete stranger.....
Then came the footsteps..
Slow. Measured. Approaching across the old wooden floorboards until every creak sent adrenaline surging through my veins......
I had been warned not to look at him.
But curiosity is dangerous when mixed with desire...
Unable to resist, I stole the briefest glance .... and the sight of piercing blue eyes stole the air from my lungs entirely...... I closed my eyes almost instantly, furious with myself for looking, yet his face had already embedded itself into my memory.....
There was a moment of stillness after that.
He stood close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath near my cheek. Close enough for his scent to wrap around me and awaken something primal low within my body.... The anticipation became exquisite torture. Every nerve ending seemed to wait for him. Ache for him.....
Then finally, the gentlest touch.
The brush of fingertips against sensitive skin sent a shudder through me, my body reacting before my thoughts could catch up. I found myself leaning instinctively towards him, silently craving more.....
A quiet sound escaped my lips as I shuddered beneath his touch.
Without warning, he guided me backwards onto the bed with controlled confidence, never rough, yet impossibly commanding. The vulnerability of the moment should have frightened me, yet excitement slowly consumed every trace of fear. ...
He touched me as though he intended to learn every reaction from my body. Every breath. Every tremor. Every involuntary movement.....
And when desire finally overwhelmed restraint, I surrendered to it completely....
The room dissolved into heat, sensation and breathless intensity...... Time itself seemed to blur beneath the weight of longing finally being answered. The stranger moved with infuriating patience one moment, devastating urgency the next, until thought became impossible and instinct took over entirely.
For those few moments, nothing else existed except him.
Except us.....
And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone...
The loss of him felt almost cruel.....
I lay there struggling to steady my breathing, overwhelmed not only by the intensity of what had happened, but by the unbearable understanding that it would never be repeated.... . That however desperately I might want answers, the rules of that night would remain untouched.. ....
No names.
No identities.
No searching.
Only memory.
And for the past nine months, two weeks and four days, I had replayed every second of it in my mind ....torturing myself with one impossible question.
What if I had asked his name....✨️ |
