unrequited

unrequited

disclaimer: not mine
warning: don’t be a puss


chapter three/new tutor


When Relena woke up that morning, all she felt was sore. Her thighs were aching, her pussy rubbed raw. Her eyes fluttered open and she remembered why. She was naked under the sheets – the duvet was discarded at the edge of the bed. Light shone through the sheer drapery as a cool breeze floated through the room, causing her nipples to swell then tighten.

Across the room Trowa sat at her desk, watching her. “Good morning.” He said. He was still in last-night’s attire, looking rumbled and tired but somewhat sedated and relaxed. He looked like trouble – like a teaser for some erotic fantasy. Despite her soreness she felt her insides go liquid with the feel of his eyes on her body.

“I-” Her mouth opened and closed as suddenly, crushing her first thought with common sense. “Hi.”

“You slept like a baby last night.” He remarked, letting his gaze follow the flowing sheers. “You must have been tired.”

She didn’t look at him when she grinned and said, “You must have worn me out.”

She did however catch the slight upturn of his lip at that comment. She blushed in spite of the awkwars – s – that uncertainty of the morning after was looming in for the first time. So, she thought to herself, leaning back into the pillows, This is what it feels like.

“How do you feel?” Trowa asked. “Really feel. No lies.”

“I feel good.” She answered honestly. “Better than I can remember. I guess that’s why this is so uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Last night…was just one night. Right?” Relena asked hesitantly. “One time only?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” Trowa stood up and moved toward the bed.

Relena tightened the sheet around herself instinctively as he approached. “I needed you.”

He nodded.

“You wanted me.”

He nodded, placing one knee on the bed.

“But you’re still here.” She said with a bowed head, letting her hair cover her face.

He reached forward to tilt her chin to look up at him, brushing the hair from her face. Her eyes met his and she reached her mouth up into ton tongues dueling, searching for the heat of last night. She found it and wrapped her arms around his neck, attempting to draw him into bed with her, but he parted with her gently. “Am I the only-”

He silenced her by grazing his fingertips against her lips. “I want you, and I know you want me,” He started. “But if anything shall become of this…I want to teach you. I want to show you everything – explore every fantasy, every fetish possible. I want you to know the joy of surrendering and the pleasure of domination – to awaken every sense and change your world, if you will let me.”

“Why? Why do you want this?”

“Because,” He answered against her mouth, kissing her again.

She laughed in spite of herself. “’Because’ is an answer reserved for five-year olds.”

She sighed as his lips brushed her ear, then bit the lobe. “Come with me.” He held out his hands, which she took, and pulled her out of the king-sized bed. He stopped her when she motioned for her robe to cover her naked body. “You’re beautiful just as you are.” He reminded her, leading her towards her vanity. Across from the full-length wall mirror, he had pulled out a chair. “Sit.”

When she caught her reflection she was smirking, blushing – but Trowa was stern. “Look.”

Not accustomed to vanity, she made several fleeting glances at her naked reflection. “Trowa-”

“No.” He lifted her chin, forcing her to stare into the mirror. “Look at yourself. Look at your body. See what happened last night. See the evidence on your body. Look.” He commanded.

Relena was taken back by his command, startled by it, but she looked. Her skin was flushed, whether it be from embarrassment, arousal or submission she didn’t know. She was shining though – a radiance from within that she had never seen before. Indeed she bore marks of their lovemaking along her neck, along her breasts and her thighs. There were bruises along her wrists and along her pelvic bone – painful to the touch but pleasurable to the memory.

“Spread your legs,” He commanded. Her thighs quivered.

She hesitated and in that brief moment he reached down and spread them roughly. “See how red and swollen you are. How slick and sore,” He replied, moving her fingers to the warm lips of her womanhood to feel it. “What does it feel like?”

“Stretched,” She admitted.

“Who did this to you?” He demanded, raising his voice. Her nipples began to swell and ache.

She blinked. “Trowa?”

He licked his lips. “Don’t pretend to be afraid. I can feel you getting wet against our fingers. Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Don’t pretend you don’t want to let go, be dominated. You need it, the release. This is why we’ve just begun, Relena. Let me claim you – Let me dominate you.” He nuzzled her neck, licked her rapidly running pulse point. “Let me,” He whispered into her ear.

For so long she’d wanted Heero to say those words. She’d saved herself so long – and here was a man who wanted her. Wanted to keep her. She could handle sex with Trowa. She could give in to his dark side, maybe even release her own.

“Kiss me,” She said, holding his fingers into her slippery wet sex.

He pulled her hair to push her mouth into his deep kiss, taking her breath away. “I’m going to fuck you on the chair,” He said against her mouth.

They parted briefly – he stood up and began to remove his belt and unfasten his pants. Relena stilled his fingers, pushing them away. “Let me,” She insisted, freeing him from the confines of his pants and boxer briefs. She ran her fingers up the hard length of him, only to have him lift her up and sit – then had her straddle his waist.

Her back arched instinctively – she was still tender from last night. But he didn’t move. His fingers griped into her bruised hips, holding her against him, tight in him. “Ride me,” He ordered, squeezing.

She cried out, thrashing forward. The sensation, however, was exquisite. The pain was gone as she moved again, feeling his dick push deep within her body, throbbing fro release. She began to thrust her pelvis back and forth, creating her own rhythm to the way he occasionally jerked her body down onto his. This was almost enough for her – she felt her climax fast approaching, so she began to massage her clit in little circles, her eyes opening to meet his.

“Find it,” He whispered, watching her play with herself.

She came. He followed, watching her fall to pieces and collapse against his chest, giggling.

“What is so funny?” He asked, kissing the top of her head.

“You make me hotter than I’ve felt before in my life.” She admitted.

“How is that amusing?”

“I wonder why it took so long for me to call you.”

He laughed deep in his belly. “There is still so much to teach you.” He kissed her thoroughly. “Let’s go take a bath.” He lifted her off his now flaccid manhood and onto her unsteady feet. She let him lead her into the ensuite bath, still dazed and recovering from euphoria to fully realize what type of agreement she had signed her name to.

To Be Continued…