Her laugher was both from relief that he had not done what she had feared, and from glee that he had recalled her depillation fantasy told to him six years ago! She was absolutely certain that her initial mistrust and subsequent laughter had hurt, insulted and angered him.
He lit another cigarette from across the room. His breath sounds were distant, but she smelled smoke. She knew his breath noises, his urgent panting when he held her head and thrust himself into her mouth, his deep sighs before he struck her bottom, his moans when she straddled him..This breathing was calculating. She shuddered.
Having 7 to 10 minutes before the cigarette was through, she relaxed a bit. She felt terribly vulnerable and alone in the dark..abandoned. He wouldn't...or would he...leave her here..no he woundn't no matter how mad he got.
"I love him" she thought to herself, but could never say it. They had both married the wrong people and had found each other tragically late. The L word was off limits. The both knew it.
He moved closer. Breathed in her ear. Kissed her hard and deep and wet, his tongue plunging into her mouth with ferocity. "Oh shit", she thought, "I've really pissed him off!" and he bit her lower lip. She inhaled to explain, to apologize to tell him (almost ) that she L'ed him, but it was too late. All that came out her was a muffled cry. "ut ah sorrr!"
He pinched her nipples to make them erect. In the dark she could not see what he was putting on them, but the sting was nearly unbearable. She hollered under the gag, but to no avail.
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