Permission

I froze, waiting for the moment he saw my green eyes instead of Hazel's gray. Scared didn't even cover the emotion swelling in my heart.
"I won't be gentle," he said suddenly.
"I didn't ask you to be," I breath and hoped my voice didn't reveal the panic. Or my identity.
But he was already on me, his hand clutching my hair roughly as he once again lowered his hungry lips over my nipples. In an instant, his fingers were pulling madly at my hair. It was weird, the pain didn't make me cringe back in disgust but I welcomed it in a hunger I didn't know existed. I tangled my hands in his hair and desperately pulled him closer.
But he was gone.
I was panting and my hunger clad eyes tried to focus in the darkness, so that I could see where he'd disappeared to.
"I didn't say you could touch me," his voice was hard and I could imagine he had spoken through clenched teeth.
He was standing by the door and even in the distance I could tell he was naked. I gulped, my stomach tensing. I wanted him close — didn't he understand that?
"I'm a bad girl, please forgive me?"
I spoke without thinking and then froze. I saw him stiffen at my words. I didn't like that he was angry at me but at the same time, I wanted to misbehave so that he'd get angry at me. It was conflicting, exciting. I felt the blood rush downward, toward my cunt. I inhaled sharply, my lips falling apart.
"I'm disappointed in you." His words had a lilting rhythm to them. "Mistakes are part of the human condition, everyone makes them. But touching me, really? Without my permission?"
My heart crashed towards my throat. The power exchange thrilled me, I was really into being controlled.
"But we both know I can't allow mishaps to go unpunished."
"Would you like me to kneel in front of you?" I spoke without thinking. Discovering a new part of me I was unfamiliar with. "Or kiss your feet? Or lay on the ground in front of you?"
He cocked his head to the side, and stared at me. His eyes filled with a raw emotion I couldn't make out in the darkness.
"I want you to crawl on your hands and knees, to beg for my forgiveness like the bad girl you are."
A jolt of excitement pulsed through me. I heard the quick beat of my heart. And it... pleased me to do exactly what he'd ordered me.
"Please don't hit me, Master." I licked his foot.
He growled but said nothing.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't punish me."
He groaned. And effortlessly picked me up by my waist and carried me to the bed. He sat down with me still in his arm and just as effortless shifted me so that I was sprawled across his lap.
And then he spanked me. The adrenaline was like a shot of cocaine through my veins, especially when he lowered his lips to an area he'd just spanked and blew on it. There was a blinding explosion of desire as he continued.
He turned me around and cupped my breasts, giving them a tester squeeze before moving to expertly tease my nipples between his index and middle finger.
The space between my thighs grew instantly hot, tightening hard. "Oh!" I cried out, somewhat stunned.
His hand moved over my body. His lips moved from my nipples up to my jawline feathering light kisses on the way there. He moved up still, until he found the sensitive spot below my ear. His tongue darted out and licked my skin. His tongue was hot against my flesh. I arched against him, molding myself into him.
"Can... Can I touch you?" I blushed, tucking my head against his shoulder even though it was dark.
He closed his eyes and nodded.
Beneath my fingertips his skin was smooth and soft, it seemed to flow, and almost desolve under my trembling touch.
He opened his eyes and leaned into me. My breath caught. He was looking straight into my very being. No words left either of our lips and yet his voice had never been so loud. And if the look on his face was anything to go by; he felt it too. The strange irresistible string. Maybe that's why he understood what I needed and seemed to know at just the right place to give it to me.
He inhaled sharply as I pulled his face further against my cunt. There was no Roman, no Nuru, in that moment we were in perfect sync, essentially the same person. I needed him with a desperate fervor.
He lapsed at me like a dehydrated man would to water. And I took every bit he dished out greedily.
This was it. That defining moment. And that is when I cried. That precise moment I realized that, there was no going back for me. That Roman was it. The very reason I looked forward to a new day. The sensation that I could only ever want him pulsed through me. His head was still bent over to pick my wetness. Long, flat, deep strokes of the tongue. There seemed to be only one motion to his thoughts, to please me. His mouth moved against me in a rhythm I matched, his mouth sucking, his tongue licking, his fingers digging into my hips.
He was true to his word. He never tried to have sex with me. Which was disappointing. Just as disappointing was that he didn't kiss me. And yet, to me, it became the second best day of my life. Only second to the first day I saw him.
In side my core, the was a building, blinding hot surge that was painfully impatient to be released. The tension built higher, rippled, inflamed me. The tears were still raw, fresh as I cried out his name.
"Oh! Roman!"
He froze.
And as I rode out the last wave of my orgasm, I realized why. He'd told Hazel he was Trevor. I could remember that now. I stiffened too.
He rolled over to his side and flicked the lights on.
"Jesus Christ, fuck," he growled. His breathing was still ragged but the spasms of his adrenaline high were quickly fading, making way for the wave of anger that threatened to burn through him.
Quick as lightening, he was on his feet, causing me to stumble back a step in fear. In a move just as fast, his hand flashed up, I cringed back against the wall, bracing myself for the pain.