Page 10 of Idée Fixe
“You sound insane! Do you realise that!?” He shouts back at her, and I have to halt myself from running over there and smashing his face into the wall for talking to her that way. “Maybe you should take some fucking Ritalin to relax you.”
I’ve always been possessive of Cairo. In all honesty, I never thought I’d see her again after what happened seven years ago. Twirling his finger by his temple he continues; “You’re all kinds of messed up, little girl!” Cairo pushes him roughly and Nix stumbles back. “Deckard you better come get your fucking bitch right now!” he shouts, pointing to me. She spins on her heel andthrows her hands out by her side.
“Of course it would be you!” She laughs, pressing her hands to her hips briefly, before turning back to face Nix, her face filled with pure rage. “And I’m nobody’s bitch, asshole!” Balling her fist she punches him at full force in the arm and he grabs her wrist.
“Ne me touche pas!”
“Enough!” I shout, my real voice still hidden behind the distorter. Not because I’m afraid, but because I’m more interested in having my fun before I allow her to hear my real voice again, not that she would remember it. I’ve changed a lot since then. “Nix, out!” I shout.
Cairo turns to face him, poking her tongue out like a petulant child that won an argument. Nix flips her off then proceeds to aim it at me. Leaving the room, he slams the door, and she turns back to face me. My private room is only illuminated by a deep red bulb.
The only other colour is the neon blue mask I wear. The music from the main room already drowned out from the soundproof walls. My eye’s trail her body from her curly black hair that cascades her shoulders and chest, to the hourglass shape of her lower body.
Thick thighs to smother the life out of me and I’m fucking drooling.
“Don’t just sit there in silence… Talk!” she demands. Just as fiery as I remember. “Are you deaf?” she shouts.
Leaning forward, in the large black chair I’m sitting in, I rest my forearms on my thighs and stare back at her. “Why are you here, Cairo?”
“Actually, I have no idea,” she shrugs. “So if you wouldn’t mind letting me out of here that would be-”
“Cairo!” I call out into the open space, its louder than I intended but I’m not here to play games. I want her and Iwillhave her. Her reaction is immediate, not an ounce of fear in sight.
Still as feisty as I remember.
“I’m going to ask you one more time.” Taking a deep breathe, I close my eyes. Knowing she can’t see my face; she stands there rigid and quiet. “Why. Are. You. Here?”
“I signed up,” her delicate throat bobs up and down and she swallows. “To play, obviously.”
That’s my fucking girl.
“And do you want to play?” My voice level. “Be honest with yourself.”
“Yes,” she replies confidently, and the grin that forms on my face is fucking magnificent and fuck me if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard come from her lips. That single word, giving me all the permission I need. I’m all for giving someone what they want, but in situations like this, consent is key. I needed to hear her say it, to look at her face and see that she meant it.
I need the person I’m giving the fantasy to, to realise that they are the ones in control. That they are the ones who can stop this at any point, and that I am just the puppet to fulfil their fantasies in the best way possible. Dominating someone is a gift, not something to be toyed with, or stolen without permission.
“Make me believe it.” My voice playful now. “Come here.” I curve my finger once in a come here action, then point between my legs. She goes to take a step forward and I hold up my hand. “Uh, uh.” She freezes, and I shake my head. “Crawl.” The word falling from my lips as an order not a request.
I can clearly see the struggle she’s having with handing control over to me, even though I know she fucking craves it. I can already smell her arousal. Slowly, she drops to her knees. Clicking my fingers between my legs, I widen them and slouch back in my chair.
Moving one arm forward, she begins to slowly crawl over to where I am. Her black hair falling over her shoulders with every delicate movement she makes. Every time she moves a leg forward, the incredible curve of each of her ass cheeks pops.
Like a pro, the moment she stops between my legs she pushes back into a kneeling position, hands resting on her thighs.
“Such a good girl, Cairo.” I reach for her face, brushing the back of my gloved hand over her cheek. “Do you have your safe word?” I ask, making sure that she is fully aware of what is about to happen.
“Yes.” She breathes softly, her dulcet tones filling the room and the scent emanating from her goddess like body filling my nostrils as I lean in and take a deep breath.
I slide my hand around her throat, “Do you know how to use it, Cairo?”
She nods.
“Words, Cairo.” Her name rolling off my tongue like honey, and it tastes divine, but nothing like I know. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I know how to use it.” Her voice a little more than a whisper now. Her cheeks a soft shade of pink with my hand wrapped around her throat, and it looks fucking perfect.
“Say it for me, baby. Pretty please.” I lean in closer, my mask almost touching her face. The colour of her stunning emerald eyes blown with lust.
