Slave |
by Trina Williams-Emigh |
She roused from sleep, the sun awakening her as it slowly filtered into the room. She stretched, rolled over and collided with a body. "Oh yeah, Ray spent the night last night," she thought. She had forgotten all about that, her being used to sleeping alone and all, not that he hadn't slept over before just that she usually put him out in the wee hours of the morning. But last night he made love to her so passionately she was too spent and sated to put him out. She looked at him. He was lying on his stomach, with his arms tucked under the pillow his head propped up. "Damn, he sure as hell was gorgeous." Cocoa colored skin, practically flawless, except for that little scar above his left eye; but other than that, not a mark anywhere. He worked out daily and was a health freak, which was perfect for her because she was also. He kept his curly hair braided to the back. He had a beautiful smile, sensual lips and dimples. She met him three years ago at the office picnic. She was a Marketing Exec and he a Computer Analyst, for Blake Advertising agency. They instantly became friends, and after months of hanging out finally made love. It was spectacular and Ray wanted it to never end and so did she; but she didn't want the constrictions of a relationship, she basically just wanted the sex. She was a successful businesswoman, owned some property, two cars, invested in stocks and pretty much came and went as she chose. She liked her freedom, and the last thing she wanted was a relationship. She was very liberal in her ideas, but conservative about her sex life. She didn't just bed any and every man she met. She was very picky with whom she shared her body with. To herself, she was gold and gold was precious and fragile. So she was very careful in the relationship department, because she didn't want to hurt anyone, nor did she want to get hurt. Ray didn't really like their arrangement, but she knew he was crazy about her and he didn't want to lose her, plus the sex was awesome. She remembered when she first realized that she wanted to have sex with him. She didn't know how he would react to her little offer of sex without any strings. She had known him for about nine months and knew he wasn't the casual sex type of guy. He had tried on several occasions to get her to commit to a relationship, so she wasn't sure how to approach the subject. She waited until they were having dinner one evening and then she sort of dropped it on him. At first he was a little taken aback, but then she saw that he realized she was serious.... "I want you to have sex with me," she said, looking into his eyes. His head jerked back a little and his brow furrowed. "What? You can ask me- just like that?" "Look, we connect. I like you a great deal. I just don't want a relationship." "But, you want the sex!" "I want your sex." "Why?" "Because you’re right for me." "I'm right for you, but you don't want a relationship with me?" "It's not that I don't want a relationship with you. I don't want a relationship with anybody, at least not right now" So he consented, I guess thinking that the 'not right now' statement gave him hope that he could change her mind. That was two and a half years ago, he tried, but to no avail. "So for now," she thought pulling the covers away from his naked body and bending her head to kiss him on the shoulder, "he was just her sex slave." |