Dark Layers (Volume 3), page 5
“Elijah.” I whisper in a daze.
He’s kneeling down by the fire with matches in hand. He turns to peer up at me.
“Yes?”
“I really like this place, it feels homely.”
He smiles sweetly. “I knew you would, that’s why I wanted to bring you here.”
The fire lights up with dancing orange flames, it illuminates the entire room. I make my way around the cabin and touch as much as I can - I'm so enchanted by this place. There are little cream ornaments of Angels and Demons on thin wooden floating shelves that are hung beside the bed.
I spot a little brown door behind the bathtub - that must be the toilet. The cabin is not dusty as I thought, it’s been cleaned. Amin must have cleaned it for Elijah. I smile at the sweet idea that someone out there would want to take care of Elijah as I do.
I suddenly hear running water and peer around at Elijah.
“Would you like a bath Princess?” He asks while filling the bath.
“Yes, definitely.”
“I’ll join you.” He says quickly.
Oh baby, you can join me whenever! I giggle to myself.
“What’s so funny?” He says while frowning.
“Um, nothing.” I say still giggling.
“Oh come on - you do not actually expect me to give up that easily do you?” He says serious while walking towards me.
“Huh.” I breathe. I seem to be forgetting the original Elijah and replacing him mentally as this new sweet person.
“No, I don’t.” I give in knowing my ignorance is not worth the punishment. “I was just thinking about how much I enjoy sex.”
He reaches me toe to toe and smiles viciously at me. He tucks my damp hair behind my ears using both of his hands and cups my face.
“I knew you would.”
“I have a sneaky feeling it’s because it’s sex with you.” I joke while smiling up at him.
“Well of course.” He says confident.
“Smug git.” I tease.
“Yup.”
He releases my face and grips the hem of my T-shirt with his fingers. He starts to lift it up my body.
“I’ll undress you so I can get you into the warm bath.”
I don’t say a thing, I allow him to pull my T-shirt over my head. He snakes his fingers into the top of my skirt and starts to slide it down my legs. On his way down he tickles my skin purposely. I smile at him while shaking my head. I place my hands on my hips and eye him shrewdly.
“Having fun, Darks?”
“Touching your body is more than fun, touching you is gratification for me.” He whispers as he peers up at me.
Well fuck me, his words still affect me deeply. I try to steady my breathing as my rising arousal hits an all new high. My sex becomes idly alive with a sweet sensation of desperation pulsating beneath me.
Once my skirt is firmly on the floor, I lightly step out of it.
"Do you want to keep your scarf on?" He asks as he rises to his feet.
"Oh, so it is mine now?"
"It was always yours. I just thought I would put it to good use before I gave it to you."
"Well, it certainly has come in useful." I giggle.
“That it has. Are you ready for your bath now, Miss Gooden?”
"Yes." I nod slowly as I untie the scarf. I drop the scarf onto the floor and walk towards the bath.
Being naked in front of him is becoming comforting to me – I no longer feel exposed. I walk to the bath and don’t even register my legs rising to step into it. The water is so warm and nice against my skin. Before I know it, I’m completely submerged with only my head above water. To my surprise, music fills the room. Percy Sledge - When A Man Loves A Woman. My virginity rushes through my brain – ecstasy and euphoria, and sweet, sweet love from Mr. Darks himself.
“Hmmm, I like this song.” I mutter.
“Me to – every time I hear it I am reminded of your weakness and strength to allow me to have all of you.” He says in a low tone.
I wonder what he means by that? My weakness and strength.
“Is that nice Princess?”
I open my eyes to see him hovering above me. I smile, I’m so happy right now. Everything I hated about today has thankfully left my mind.
“It’s heaven. Are you getting in?”
He nods his head gently, his inky locks dance around his face. He takes off his clothes, again allowing me to become head drunk with the simple sight of him.
“Sit in front of me so you can rest your head against my chest.” I tell him.
I have no idea why I want to hug him but I do; I want to show him tender affection without sex.
“Okay.” He says sceptical.
He steps in between my legs. The water rises but doesn’t overflow. He sinks down and lays his head flat against my chest. I inhale deeply and indulge in his spicy scent. I wrap my legs around his, entangling my feet with his ankles and slide my hands down his chest. I hear him release a large breath and I feel it, what he feels – freedom of the mind.
“Thanks for today, it’s ending so perfectly.” I whisper into his ear.
I gently run my hands back up his body and over his face, moving his hair out of his eyes. Once his face is hair free, I move back to his hard chest.
“You are welcome Princess. I will make us some food once we have finished in here.”
I peer around and realize there is not a kitchen.
“Where is the kitchen?”
“Through there.” He points to the door in front of us – the only other door in the room.
“And the bathroom?”
“Through there also. To your left is the bathroom, to your right, the kitchen. It’s nothing special, it’s basic like this room.”
I nuzzle his ear. “I like basic.” I whisper.
“Where have you been all my life Anile?” He asks serious in a low breathless voice.
I mentally stop for a few seconds. He sounds kind of pained. My chest heavies with a strange bitterness because of his clear loneliness.
“I am here now. And I am never going anywhere Elijah.” I promise.
He takes my hands in his and kisses my knuckles tenderly.
“I want to clean you.” I say sweetly. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, but why?"
"Because I want to. Now shhhh." I joke.
I pull my hands free from his and grasp a yellow cleaning sponge. I create rough friction against a bar of yellow soap that smells like lemon, and I create a thick froth. I firstly clean his chest. I over work the sponge so I can insure this moment lasts and I sneakily run my fingers through his chest hair - hmmm. I close my eyes and imagine his hands on me while I'm touching him. Jesus will I ever get enough of him?
Once finished on his chest, I slide out from behind him and around to clean his legs.
“I can clean my lower self Anile, stay behind me.” He whispers.
“No, I want to clean all of you.” I say firm.
He doesn't argue, he allows me to move in front of him. I pull his legs between mine while smiling at him. I start to massage his legs overly enthusiastic; they are so long and lean and bear the weight of a powerful man. He's so beautiful.
We both steal a few glances at one another. Every time I catch his gaze I immediately flush. The affect he has on me is better than anything I have ever experienced in my entire life - I'm no expert but I'm sure it's even better than drugs!
Once his body is done to my satisfaction, I slide back behind him and squeeze some shampoo into my hand.
“Are you okay with me cleaning your hair?”
“Yes Princess,” he whispers, “you are spoiling me.”
I frown. “It’s only a scrub.”
“It’s more than that to me. It’s tenderness that I long for.”
My entire expression dies - his words make me feel sad for him. I lean in from behind him and kiss his cheek softly. How lonely he must have been before I came along - it physically hurts me inside.
"There is plenty more where this comes from."
I hear him breathe a small sigh of relief.
I massage his hair. I overdo my fingers, working every strand.
“Your hair is so long and thick and beautiful and glossy. I have never known a man to have such perfect locks.” I say.
“Well I hope you are not too attached because it’s all coming off next week, Princess.”
“What?” I gasp in shock. “No, you cannot cut all your beautiful hair off.”
“I really want to Anile. My appearance reminds me of Jezebel, this is how she wanted me to look. My hair has to go.”
I blink rapidly and only wish I had a pair of scissors at hand! Yes Darks, I agree – your hair has to go!
“Okay, that makes sense. Can I come with you while you get it cut off?”
“Of course.”
He unexpectedly sinks under water and starts massaging his hair to rinse it clean of shampoo. He emerges and rises to his feet; his gorgeous skin is covered in bubbles.
“You have a really nice body.” I say while gazing up at him.
“As do you. I have no idea how I’ll ever get enough of you Anile.”
His compliment forces my smile; I must look like a giddy idiot so I quickly sink my mouth under the water. Butterflies flutter endlessly around my tummy while my head swells.
“I’m going to make us some food. Hurry up with your bath because I want you to eat with me.”
I gently lift my mouth above the water. “Yes Sir.” I joke while giving him a neat salute sign.
He steps out of the bath and opens a tall cupboard that’s next to the fireplace, revealing two dressing gowns. They are grey and thick – I bet they are soft to. He wraps himself up and leaves the room through the small door. I rush to clean myself. While cleaning my sex I notice again how bloody sore I am; no more sex for me tonight! Damn straight, you are a beginner. You must learn to drive before jumping into a Ferrari - jeez!
I quickly raise my aching body out of the bath and grasp a dressing gown out of the cupboard. I dry myself and then collect pyjamas out of the dresser – a pink set that’s fit for a child. I laugh loudly at his stupid gesture. I aim to make my way into the kitchen to help him but he effortlessly glides through the door with a tray of food. My tummy growls at the smell of freshly cooked bacon. Hmmm.
“What did you make?”
“Bacon sandwiches with a fresh batch of coffee. You look really tired but I want you to stay awake for a while.” He says in a deep purring voice.
Oh no! I’m not ready for round two Darks!
“Um, Elijah. I’m really, really sore. Can we have sex tomorrow?” I say angelic.
He’s trying not to laugh while he sets the food tray down onto the bed.
“I was aiming for a game of cards, Princess. I bet you are sore; I should not have had you in the water. I’m sorry.”
I gasp. “Don’t be sorry – I just need time to recover!”
“I am well aware.” He laughs.
He sinks into the bed, pulling the covers over his legs. I sneak in next to him and pull the tray forward for us.
“I absolutely love bacon sandwiches – as long as there is ketchup.” I joke.
“There is ketchup in your sandwich, Princess.” He points at my sandwich.
I lift the top slice of bread and stare open-mouthed at the sight of the ketchup.
“So you are a mind reader now, are you?”
“No. I saw your Facebook.” He confesses.
“So you do stalk me! I knew it!” I tease.
“I enjoy stalking you.” He says while peering at me from the side; his neck his hunched; his eyes low and smouldering.
I shake my head because I have always known he has bizarre tendencies.
“So, what game do you want to play?”
“Poker.” He says just as I take a bite of my sandwich.
“Not strip poker?” I mumble with a mouth full of food.
“What?” He jokes. “I cannot hear you through all that bacon.” He continues to tease.
“Shut up.” I mumble while whacking his arm.
He chuckles low and throaty. “You look really pretty in your PJ’s. Do you like them?”
I peer up at him. Oh his moods do change dramatically, along with his conversations.
“Yes, they are nice and comfy. I'm shocked though, I took you for a silk man.”
“No, I want you to be comfortable. Sometimes I may want you in risqué clothing, but on a daily basis, I like you make-upless and comfy.”
“Sounds good to me.” I say sweetly.
“So back to Poker. I want to wedge a bet. If I win, you have to wear something for an entire day – if you do not there is a forfeit. If you win – well you can pick your wager.”
“Hmmm, sounds intriguing. What would I have to wear?”
“I’ll tell you when I win.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh so very confident, Darks.”
“Always Princess. I told you – when it comes to you being the prize, strategy and composure is a must.”
“You have to stop placing me on a pedestal Elijah, I’m just a normal girl.”
“Not to me you are not.” He says serious.
I can feel his commanding eyes on me, he’s watching me intently. I get back to eating my food while stuck in deep thought. I love how he thinks so highly of me but it also comes at a high price – if I fail him, he will be heartbroken, I know it.
Once I have finished eating he takes the tray.
"No, I can clear up - team work." I say firm.
"Nope, no way. When you are here, I will wait on you, Princess."
"Elijah, I really don't mind. I want to help."
"You are helping me by resting."
He leaves the room and I sit in a daze. I think about him doing dishes - ohhh, that I do need to see one day. Elijah Darks, commander of the universe doing dishes. I laugh at the thought.
He emerges from the kitchen still wearing the soft grey dressing gown. He looks too big for it – I giggle. He seats himself at the bottom of the bed and reveals a deck of cards. He shuffles them with ease while smiling dangerously at me.
“Right Miss Gooden, are you ready to get your little arse whipped? With a game of poker I mean.” He says confident - he's trying not to laugh.
Idiot! He has no idea that I am a shark at playing poker – especially Texas Hold’em.
“I don’t think you will be whipping anyone’s arse - in fact, if I win, I want to spank you.” I flash him a winning grin.
He is open mouth shocked.
"You want to-" He for once is lost for words. "Anile, I am astonished!"
"I want to learn new things, especially when it comes to sex. I want to please you and keep you happy."
"You will regret saying that." He warns.
"And why is that?"
"My... desires are... mysterious, atypical. You know, not for innocent minds - not yet." He points a mocking finger at me.
"I am a big girl. I want to please you. I know you have... strange tastes. After you took me to that house of hell it put my thoughts into motion and made me curious as to what you like."
He leans to the side and stares me hard in the face. His eyes are too intense, I have no choice but to lower my heated gaze.
“As you wish. What sort of things do you like watching? Romantically I mean."
I immediately turn puce - my God this is embarrassing!
"Elijah." I squeak.
"Princess, you can tell me anything. Do not be embarrassed."
I blink rapidly while peering up at him.
"Um, I don't really know." I shrug my shoulders.
"What's your favourite romantic movie? Or should I say, erotic movie." He teases while playfully pinching my side.
I giggle and shuffle away from him a little. I bite down on my lower lip.
"Eh, probably... Basic Instinct."
His mouth is set in a firm o. He's shocked and I'm shrinking by the second!
"Or even, The Note Book." I try to quickly recover my equilibrium.
"That's a good movie - Basic Instinct, I mean. And there was me thinking you were an innocent Princess. I guess I was wrong." He crosses his arms and starts to rub his chin in question.
"I am innocent, or I was, until I met you!" I gasp.
He peers at me from the side. "I'm playing, Princess." He smiles sweetly. "What was your favourite erotic scene?"
"Um, the sex scenes were not what did it for me. It was the smart innuendos, the tension, the unknown. I liked how Sharon moved around men, how she teased them with a simple glare. I don't think sex is always about being physical - that's why I became addicted to you. It never seems to be all about sex with you. You like to play mind games, tease me, cause sexual tension in the most unknown situations. I like some of your games, the safe ones." I stare at him with wide eyes.
"Sex is easy. Creating tension isn't - it cannot be faked." He shakes his head in shock. "You know, you always shock me. Once I think I know everything about you and how you think, you drop something like that on me."
I laugh low. "It's not intentional."
He turns his entire body to face me and leans a little closer.
"I like you for the opposite reasons. I know myself and I know how to use my... gifts to my advantage - but I like how you have no idea how sexy you are. You move so perfectly when you walk. You talk so... innocently. You laugh like a four year old," he lowers his head and chuckles a little, "but you are unknowingly sexy. Your eyes are fucking intense Anile. Your body language is like nothing I have ever seen before; you are tense to the point of being reticent but not uncomfortable; you never let off facial expressions either. I honestly never know what you are thinking or feeling - apart from when you orgasm. All this adds to your majestic appeal." He smiles viciously.
"I have never heard anyone explain me like that before." I frown.
I'm sort of embarrassed by my perceived self.
"You are mesmerizing, Princess." He peers at me; his gaze is penetrating.
"So are you. That's why I want to try new things with you - and I trust you to teach me."
"Then I will, over time. Perfection is never to be rushed." He says with a hard stare.
"Deal." I say low while biting my lip again - jeez this is intense and embarrassing. This is girl talk and I'm talking it with Elijah! Daymn!
