Call me Mei

“Thank you,” you sighed as your body settled between his legs. 

He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, he brought your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “What for, my darling robin?” he asked.

“For granting my wish.”

“I told you there would be another time, my darling robin,” he replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I’m happy to grant this and any of your wishes.” His voice took on a provocative tone, his breath warm on your skin as he whispered in your ear. “All of them.”

So tempting, you thought as you felt your body temperature rise, and not from the water you were soaking in.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, his blood red nails tickling your skin under the water. “That’s better,” he said as your back pressed against his chest, your head tilting back to rest upon his shoulder. 

“We should do this again,” he murmured as he pressed gentle kisses along the slope of your shoulder. He dragged his hand down your thigh, disappearing once more under the water. Your breath hitched with the expectation of where his hand would wander. But he didn’t go far; his hand, barely under the water, rested on the top of your thigh, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of the inner part. 

There was something alluring about being unable to face Will fully. Every movement, every touch, every word whispered was a happy little surprise. 

When he nipped you, a bit harder than expected, you let out a tiny gasp . 

“I’m sorry, did I hurt my darling robin?” he asked, running his tongue gently over the spot he bit. 

You tilted your face back, needing to see his expression. He smiled at you softly, his chin resting on your shoulder looking quite adorable. Your body flooded with heat again, and you knew if you didn’t get out now, you’d both be in there long after the water got cold.

“I’m ready to get out now,” you said softly. He nodded, then stood up and stepped out of the bath. Like earlier, he extended his hand to assist you as you climbed out from the water. 

Grabbing a fluffy towel, you quickly dried off before your body could get cold. Nightgown in hand, you were about to slip it over your head when a pair of arms snaked around your waist. 

“Put this on instead,” he whispered in your ear.

“It would be my pleasure,” you said, taking his shirt from his hand. He released you from his arms, allowing you space to slip your arms into the sleeves. He spun you around to face him, his eyes lingering on your barely covered chest. 

He brought his hands to your collar and began to button the shirt, his fingers nimbly pushing the buttons through the holes of the dark fabric, his red nails like rose petals falling down the midnight sky. 

“I always wanted to see you in my shirt. You’re just as adorable as I imagined.” He kissed the tip of your nose, your cheeks warming once more. He placed another kiss on your lips, then your cheek, and then the rim of your ear. 

“I can’t wait to see how you look when I take this shirt off of you.”

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“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his. 

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you. 

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him. 

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips. 

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration. 

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day. 

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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Your gaze lingered on William, jealous of his ability to sleep through this unbothered. 

“You can’t sleep, can you?” a voice from the bed whispered.

“Did I wake you?” you asked apologetically.

William huffed a laugh as he sat up in the bed. “How ‘bout you put on that dress you had on earlier, the red one that I said looked so pretty on you, and I take you somewhere. I think what you need is a distraction.”

*****

William opened the ornate doors, inviting you into the grand ballroom. You had been here with him on the first night of the cruise – there was a dance held for the first class passengers, and of course William was invited.

It was a grand affair, bigger and more splendid than anything you had ever been invited to on land. Dressed in a dark tuxedo, William was the most handsome man on the ship, garnering the attention of many of the ladies in attendance. But his eyes were on you, only you, as he guided you around the ballroom. He had this special way of making you feel like you two were the only ones in the room that night.

Not much unlike now, where you both were, in fact, the only ones in the large space. Only now that you truly were the only ones in there, the space somehow felt lonely without all the other passengers. 

William walked over to the grand piano and took a seat on its bench as if he owned the instrument. He patted the bench with his hand, inviting you to join him. He turned to you, a wide grin adorning his handsome face as his fingers found their home on the ivory keys. 

While William’s eyes were on you, yours were on his fingers; flashes of red danced across the keys like red rose petals falling from its bloom. Soft music filled the air, its notes lulling you into a peaceful trance.  You closed your eyes, allowing your mind to relax and drift, wishing you shared William’s gift with music.

When the music stopped, you opened your eyes and looked at William. He was smiling at you; the way his head was tilted gave him a boyish appearance. 

“Do you want to learn how to play?”

“Yes!” you replied, trying to control your squeals excitement and maintain some sense of dignity. 

“Good,” he replied. William leaned over and brushed a kiss on your lips, equally as excited as you were. “Place your right hand on top of mine.” A spark of excitement ran down your spine as your fingers barely touched. “That’s it. Let your hand follow mine as I press the keys.”

William was a patient teacher, guiding you through each note and pointing out the finger placement on the keys. Always praising, always encouraging, even when you made a mistake. You lost track of how many times you played the same piece of music, but it didn’t matter – you were actually playing music with William. 

William stopped playing and removed his right hand from the keys, leaving your fingers floating. He positioned your fingers on the keys, ready to play the notes you had ingrained in your head. 

“What are you doing?” you whispered, once you realized what he was doing.

“It’s your turn to play, robin.” He flashed you a smile, bright and alluring; you weren’t sure you were ready to play on your own yet, but that smile was enough to convince you to play for him. “I’ll be right here in case you need any help,” he added as he rested his hand on his knee.

Swallowing your nerves, you waited for his cue to start. And much to your amazement, you were playing the piano. Your eyes were trained on the keys in front of you as you correctly recalled each note in the proper order. Too busy focusing on the next notes, you didn’t notice William’s hand slide from his knee to yours nor did you feel him lift your skirt and slide his hand under.

“William….” you gasped when you felt his finger slide along your slit, causing you to immediately stop playing.

“Keep playing,” he said.

“What if someone…comes in?” you whispered, feeling the heat rise from your core to the apples of your cheeks. 

“They won’t,” he said, giving you a knowing look.

Oh. Oh…

Reminded of what deeds your lover was capable of, you couldn’t deny the small thrill that shot your body, knowing that you were safe here with him. 

Alone.

“Play,” he coaxed, sliding a finger inside you, his other hand playing the notes on the piano. Swallowing a moan, you began to play the piano with William. 

Or, at least you attempted to. 

How is he able to play right now like this? Unable to suppress your sounds any longer, you let out a soft moan. William let out a pleased huff of laughter and teased your clit with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure to course through your body. 

Your hips began to rock against his hand, your walls squeezing William’s fingers. The music stopped playing, replaced instead with your sweet sounds.

“You let out such beautiful sounds when I touch you here,” he praised, inserting another finger inside you. Your moans grew louder as he curled his fingers, reaching your most sensitive areas, the pleasure building inside almost overwhelming.  

Clutching the edges of the bench you were seated upon, you steadied yourself as your body began to tremble. Your eyelids fluttered as your lips parted, the only word slipping from your lips was William’s name as your body succumbed to his touch.

Without a word, he removed his hand from under your skirt, and gathered you in his arms. Breathless and boneless, you pressed your body against his, finding his embrace calming and soothing. He carried you back to your room, and gently laid you down to rest, sleep overtaking your body the moment your head hit your pillow.

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Reaching for his hands, you felt giddy with an excitement and happiness that only came with new love. Standing on tiptoe, you tilted your face up towards his, your lips brushing his in a sweet and gentle kiss. 

William smiled at you, his dazzling smile intoxicating. Cupping your face in his hands, he gazed into your eyes; it felt as if he was staring straight into your soul. He sighed as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“I have a secret I wanted to tell you…”

He stepped away from you and headed towards the doorway. Leaning against its frame, he tilted his head, his crimson eyes glittering as he held a lone finger to his lips. 

“That is, if you’re ready for it.” 

And then he was gone. 

Filled with curiosity, you picked up your skirt, and hurried out of the room to follow him. Only he was not in the hallway. Following your gut, you made your way towards his bedroom.

As you approached his door, a soft, melodious voice filled the air. Knowing William was in there waiting for you, you decided to be true to your desires and gently pushed open the door without knocking. 

William was seated at the edge of the bed, his head turning towards you, his smile alluring, calling you to come to him. You felt like you were floating on air as you made your way towards him. Taking your hand, he pulled you onto his lap, your arms circling his shoulders. 

He pressed his lips against yours, his mouth breathing fire and passion into yours as his fingers grasped  at the laces to your dress. Your hands clawed at the collar of his cloak, desperate to feel his skin against yours.   

As you stripped him of his layers, he shared his secrets, baring his body and soul to you and only you. Small secrets, big secrets - he wanted you to know it all. He wanted there to be nothing between you as he held your bare body against his, your body crying out for him as he filled you with pleasure.

You, who was not just his lover anymore. But his secret keeper. His confidant. His everything. 

Your heart fluttered as William smiled at you. His fingers found the lacings to your blouse and began to tug, his smile widening. With the fabric loosening, your back became bare. Sensitive skin, now exposed to William’s touch, felt cool where his fingers brushed against your spine.

His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped as the lacings to your blouse came fully undone, the front of it falling, exposing your bosom, the air cool on your skin sending shivers down your spine. 

Heat flooded your core as your body pressed against his, the outline of his cock unmistakable, his body warm from your closeness. Your body trembled as William dragged his hand down your bare back, his red nails scraping against your spine, sending electrifying tingles throughout your body. 

You let out a shuddering sigh as William leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours. Warm and sweet, the taste of strawberries and wine fresh on his lips, William’s kiss soon grew greedy. His tongue probed your lips, parting them, seeking entrance into your warm mouth which was granted. Tongues twirled as if performing a sensual dance together, the heat in your core rising to your cheeks. 

Feeling flushed, your head dizzy with desire, you pressed your palms against his chest, needing to steady yourself against his broad chest. Sensing something was holding you back, William pulled away and looked into your eyes with affection, a small smile adorning his lips.

“Listen to your heart and give in to your desires,” he whispered in your ear, his voice melodious and intoxicating. 

Here, in the dining room, you wanted to ask. But it was a foolish question, if William wasn’t interested, this wouldn’t be an option.

Throwing caution to the wind, you did as William asked. Grabbing his jacket by the lapels, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. His hand left your back; traveling up your thigh, he slid his hand under your skirt, his touch gentle as he caressed your smooth skin. 

His hand soon reached between your legs; sliding a finger along your slit, he smiled when he felt your arousal. He withdrew his finger, causing you to whimper; unfastening his belt, he quickly freed his erection, causing you to moan softly.

Adjusting your skirt, he lifted you in his arms; cradling you gently, he guided you onto his cock, your lips meeting, swallowing the other’s moans. With his hand on your back, he pushed into you, stretching and filling you, until his entire length fit inside you.

Rocking your hips against his, your movements were slow as you adjusted for his size. When you were ready, with his hand on your hip, he firmly pushed your body against his, increasing the pace. Soft moans slipped from your lips with each movement, each stroke thrusting deeper and deeper inside you as pleasure built.

Rapture rolled through your body as your climax built. Cupping his cheeks in between your hands, holding his face as if he was something precious, someone you treasured, as you stared into William’s blood red eyes; the way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the world. 

William looked up at you, his face so handsome in the candlelight, licking his lips as if ready to devour you whole, his pleasure close to consuming him.

It was as if a wildfire had been set ablaze inside you, every inch of your body engulfed in flames of passion. William held you tight against him as he thrust one final time inside of you, your bodies both trembling as you were joined in pleasure.

Blissfully limp, you rested your head on his shoulder as you clung to him, your body coming down from its high. He stroked your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. 

“Thank you for this enchanting evening,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before your eyelids drifted closed. 

“Sit up straight for me,” you said, your hand gentle on his back. He was already sitting straight, but this simply gave you an excuse to drag your hand down his spine. 

Keen to your usual tricks, he let out a small huff of laughter as he made an exaggerated effort to straighten his spine. But he would never question you, he enjoyed being the recipient of your tricks as much as you liked to play them on him. 

Oftentimes, much like today, you were both quiet as you doted on your lover. You found the repetitive nature of running the brush through his hair relaxing.

When Victor let out a small, soft noise, you realized you must have tugged his hair too hard in a pass of your brush  

“Victor,” you asked, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you just now?”

“Oh no,” he replied, his usual cheerful voice replaced with a deeper one. “You can keep going.”

You continued to brush his hair until you heard him make another similar noise.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again. “I’ll try to be more gentle.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” he mumbled. “You're not done yet, are you?”

“No, I’m not done yet,” you confirmed as you continued to brush his hair. If it didn’t hurt when you accidentally tugged on his hair, you wondered why he was making those sounds. Heat rose to your cheeks when you realized what it could be. Brush in hand, you decided to test out your theory and tugged on his hair, a little bit harder than you did the previous times.

The noise that Victor let out this time was most definitely a moan.

“I'm so sorry,” you blurted out, waiting to gauge his reaction. “I didn't mean to –”

He turned around and glanced up at you silently, his jewel-like eyes glittering with mischief.

“Did you like it when I –”

“Let's find out for ourselves.” He took the brush from your hand and placed it to the side. Bringing his lips to yours in a greedy kiss, he guided you onto his lap, the outline of his bulge pressing against you. 

Oh… He definitely likes this.

Threading your fingers through his silky strands, you deepened the kiss, permitting his tongue to enter and taste you. Wrapping a few strands around your fingers, you tugged gently, knowing you wouldn’t be hurting him. He moaned into your mouth, his hand on your hip, pressing your body closer to his. 

Lips locked, his hands moved under your skirt eliciting a moan of your own. With one hand twined in his hair, your other hand drifted towards where your bodies met. Dizzy with desire, you slipped your hand inside his waistband, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His body tensed as his cock stiffened in your hand, sending heat to flood your core. When his fingers found your clit, he ran his thumb along your slit, coating it with your nectar. 

“Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this,” he said, his voice laced with lust. Your breath hitched as he plunged two fingers inside you, your fingers grasping for his hair.

He smirked into the kiss, but quickly pulled back, wanting to fully enjoy your expressions of pleasure. Your soft sighs came more frequently as he scissored his fingers inside your walls, his thumb stroking your clit the entire time.

Your hand fell from his head, your fingers releasing his hair; palm pressed against his chest, you were eager to undo his pants as you slid your hand down towards his waistband. With his free hand, he took yours in his, and returned it to the crown of his hair. The look he gave you rendered you incapable of putting up a fight.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he inserted a third finger inside you.

Just when you were close to your peak, he withdrew his hand, eliciting a sad whimper from you. The fire in your body blazed as he undid his pants and freed his erection. 

With his eyes fixed on you the entire time, he stroked his massive cock, coating it with your nectar on his hand, sliding his fingers along your slit to collect more.

Lifting your skirt, you readied yourself to be seated and filled with his cock. Victor was a large man, your body was still not used to his size and being broken in half each time you fucked. 

He rubbed his tip along your entrance, this mere touch enough to send your body spiraling. You tugged on his hair causing him to moan loudly as he moved his hands to your hips and pushed your body down on his length, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Almost there, I know you can take a little more,” he groaned as he lifted you up and pushed you back down.  You tugged on his hair again, enjoying the pleased expression on his face as much as he did yours.

When he bottomed out, you cried out in a pain that quickly morphed into pleasure; looking down at your joined body, your heart swelled with pride knowing you swallowed his entire length. 

“Good girl, I knew you could take all of me.” Victor was so big, he sometimes worried a time would come when he couldn’t fit all of him inside you fully. Sex with Victor felt like it was the first time everytime, and you hoped it would always be like this.

You placed one hand on his shoulder, your private sign you were ready. 

“Don't stop,” he hissed when you moved your hand from his head. Obliging his request, you promptly returned your hand and tugged on his hair harder than before.

He let out a low groan, his sounds sweet and delicious to your ears. 

His pace increased as his cock pumped in and out of your pussy, his thrusts relentless as you reached your peak. A tear trickled down your cheek as your body filled with rapture, creaming on his cock.

“I’m not done yet,” he whispered, tugging on a lock of your hair when your chest collapsed onto his. Your back straightened, tingles shooting through your body from the pleasurable pain of your hair being pulled. He let go of your hair and gripped your hips with both hands. 

He changed his pace, edging you by slowly dragging his cock in and out of your body. You pushed your hips down to meet his, whimpering every time he pulled out. Already chasing your next climax, you squeezed his shaft, wanting him to join you in bliss this time. 

“I can last all night like this,” he said with a wicked grin stolen from the devil himself. He gave your hair another quick tug, enjoying the strangled sounds you made. “But I won't,” he added. Placing both hands on your hips, his large fingers dug into your skin bruises were sure to appear the next day. When he pushed his cock back inside you, he heard the sweetest moan leave your lips. 

His pace increased, each thrust sending you closer and closer over the edge. Burying your head against his shoulder, your body clung to his as you began to tremble.

“That's it, come for me,” he coaxed. You soon toppled over the edge, your body drenched in euphoria.

A few moments later, he joined you in a beautiful state of bliss.

Victor fell back onto the bed, your body collapsing on top of his. Resting your cheek on his chest, you drew idle circles on the palm of his hand. 

“I love how we’re still learning things about each other,” you said softly with a gentle pull of his hair.

“Watch that,” he warned, removing your hand from his hair and lacing his fingers in yours, “or you'll find yourself on your back before you know it.”

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Quickly retreating, you returned to your spot against the wall where you so often watched Victor perform his morning routine. You had come to visit him so often in the morning, that it had become your routine to watch him in the morning.

You looked on with lidded eyes as Victor took the length of ribbon between his teeth, his hands working in tandem to tame his long tresses. Pressing your body against the cold wall, it did little to cool your heated core.

Loose locks fell to one side, curtaining his face, his jeweled gaze intense as he stared into the mirror as he swept his long strands into a ponytail. Your lips parted as you watched him tame his hair, hair that you so wanted to run your fingers through and feel his long, silky strands against your skin. Hair that you wanted to wrap around your fingers and give a gentle tug. 

Do you want to touch it?  You could hear his voice in your head, a soft, sensual purr teasing you with his wicked smirk.

Knees weakening, your body slid down against the hard tile of the bathroom walls. Your hand, resting on your belly, resisted the urge to inch down and touch yourself. Instead, you imagined the face that Victor might make if your body was atop his, your knees straddling his hips and you were to tug on his hair. A soft sigh escaped your lips. A sigh so soft, you didn’t even realize you had made the sound. 

That was, until Victor called your name. 

Snapping out of your reverie, your body straightened like an arrow as you attempted to regain some form of composure. You offered him a small smile, hoping this would keep your thoughts hidden. 

“After you,” he said, opening the door, his arm extended in a flourish, waiting for you to exit first. Embers burned in your belly, their fire not yet extinguished. 

And that was okay. Because as Victor had his morning routine, you had your evening routine where Victor came to visit you.

And lived out your morning fantasies.

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