Unfulfilled passion

EMILY KING

I watched the horror that rose on his face before he withdrew totally from me. He took a moment to tally untie my hands before moving off the bed, away from me.

His expression moved to annoyance as he got to the edge of the room before turning to face me.

“What the fuck, Emily?” He spoke harshly. Anger was evident in his voice yet I had no idea what my sin was. When did being a virgin become something abominable?

“I don’t know what the problem is,” I said it wasn’t being in denial, I just couldn’t accept that he was mad because I was a virgin.

“Why do I not know that…. That you’re…. You’re… a…” He trailed off, running his hands through his hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m what?” I snapped.

“Wait! Are you still drunk?” He asked in wonder as he moved closer to me again.

Was I drunk? Maybe a little, but I was very much aware of what happened tonight, and I doubted I would forget when I became sober.

“I’m not drunk.” I denied. Freeing my hands from the tie, he had loosened the knot, but it was still wrapped around my wrist, it hadn’t been long since I was tied but my wrists were red. It didn’t hurt though.

It didn’t feel good that I was naked while he was dressed but I didn’t want to stand up the bed still naked, so I wrapped the blanket around me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a Virgin.” He snapped. He was annoyed I had taken my attention away from him and was more concerned about covering myself.

“Oh, when should I have brought it up? Good afternoon, Alexandro King, thanks for saving my father’s life, by the way, I thought you should know that I’m a virgin.” I snapped, then went silent from the shock that I had just raised my voice on him. Surprisingly he didn’t seem to notice but replied to him in his usual coldness.

“I don’t like surprises, Emily. You must tell me everything.” He commanded.

“You have asked nothing, only those who ask questions deserve answers,” I replied, my voice was getting shaky over this useless argument, but I just couldn’t keep quiet.

“I can't believe you’re a virgin.” He muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair, making me mad and irritated. Later. When I reflected on what happened tonight, my conclusion would be that I was drunk.

“What does it change? We’re still not a real couple and thankfully, it saved a mistake from happening.” I snapped back at him.

He didn’t let it slide this time. Alexandro hovered over me in an instant, wrapping his hands around my throat and bringing my gaze up to his. “I’ll have you,” He swallowed, hard. “I’ll have you eventually, and it won’t be a mistake.”

But for, he wouldn’t touch me. I hadn’t thought the day would end this way.

“Can you leave? I want to get dressed.” I asked brusquely, I needed to cover my body and I didn’t want him to see me do it.

“If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you, that you called me here.” He smirked, watching me boldly and not even looking to the sides. It seemed like he expected me to stand up naked before his eyes and walk to the closet.

“Ahh. You’re finally admitting that you’re drunk.” He baited me, and I fell for it.

“I wasn’t drunk.” I snapped back at him, although I brought my voice low enough to not wrought punishment.

“Did you call me or not?” He teased. I didn’t know why he seemed to feel good about tonight because his mood seemed a lot lighter.

Maybe I was just mad he got me hot and left me unsatisfied, my ever first orgasm got me wanting more.

A shiver ran through my body as the memory came back. The feeling. I had been dreaming. I was in a hot tub filled with petals when I felt feathery hands tease my legs. I sighed in bliss from how good it felt. The hands had been firm yet his touch had been caressing. When his hands came up my thighs, I screamed in fear. How could I cheat on Alexandro, in my dream, his head had surfaced in the waters and he had calmed me, I had heard the words, “Open for me, Emily. It’s me Alexandro. Xandro.”

Had he said those words? I looked at his eyes as he watched me.

“What if I had called you?” I chose to stay on the fence, not admitting I called him. I remembered dialing his number, but the memory was fuzzy. I probably slept the whole thing off. But the words that had stuck in my head were, “Hello cheater.”

Why the fuck had I said something like that.

“Do you remember getting jealous? Jealous of Alisha, you were still jealous when I got back too.” He chucked.

“I was drunk!” I raised my voice this time.

“I thought you said you weren’t drunk.” He teased me.

“Okay. Maybe I was. Satisfied?” I wrapped the blanket around me and stopped in the closet to wear something. His words followed me, caressing my back, making me wet, and confusing my senses.

“I won’t be satisfied till I have you.”

I slammed the door of the closet and took a deep breath. It had been a very dramatic night. He didn’t seem angry, but I couldn’t still tell what was happening in his head.

My nightgowns were an endless series of sexy and seducing clothes. I didn’t want him to think I wanted to seduce him.

Why was I getting angry because he didn’t go all the way? I wasn’t even ready or interested in the first place.

I opened my phone and saw the video he had stopped. It was saved on my phone. My first thought was to delete it. But the temptation to play it was too great.

It began with my sigh. He had begun videoing even before he touched me. My moans filled my ears and I couldn’t separate being embarrassed from being turned on again.

I watched how I had closed my legs and saw him withdraw. He was never going to force me. I had opened up for him. He hadn’t said his name. I wanted him all along. The envy of him being with another woman was eating him up and I had brought up my version of him into my dreams. The part of him I pretended to own. Xandro.

Oh, Emily. You shouldn’t be like this.

I picked up the closest nightie my hand could reach. It wasn’t like anything could happen tonight, he had rejected me already.

I opened the closet to see him looking so deep in thought. He looked sexy, and a bit annoyed, the atmosphere had changed and I couldn’t tell what changed it or why.

An idea popped up in my heart.

I went to my phone camera and took a picture of him.

I backed him and placed the view so my shoulder would show, and he would feature over it. Looking so cold and brooding.

#first fight with Xandro. Don’t ask what happened.

I uploaded it immediately and put off all notifications.