He takes a sheer curtain at the corner post, twirls it around and around, making it into a tight spiral. On the end, he ties a slip knot and lays it neatly on the bed. He circles around, repeating the process. Then he commands me. "Lay down on your back in the center of the bed. For the entire night, you are to look only up at the picture of Heaven above you or close your eyes and feel. Do you understand?"
I obey, lay down, and whisper. "Meow."
I see his smile behind the helmet. "I’m going to command the stars to dance for you. I’m going to show you what both being my whore and being in my Heaven means. You’re gonna feel it, want it, confess it, own it, and love it."
"Is this the Bastard speaking or Aurei Moore?"
He chuckles. "Angel Thang, they are one in the same. Prepare for Heaven. Prepare to come undone."
Selena Gomez starts to sing "Stars Dance."
Already turned on from the sight of him standing naked in that helmet, I lay ready, willing, and with longing for him in every part of me. I wait focusing on the song and the ceiling.
His fingers touch my foot with a soft, loving gentleness as he places it in the slip knot. I can’t help but think of Cinderella when Prince Charming tried the glass slipper on her and I giggle when the fabric is cinched down tight on my ankle. I wonder if her 'happily ever after' was this good. His fingernail runs up the arch, making me moan. The pain is pleasurable. Then he moves to the other foot and repeats my binding. This time goosebumps travel up my leg.
I can sense him moving to the head of the bed. He reaches for my arm and I slide it to him. He lays a soft kiss on my hand, then hooks it and cinches me down. The fabric is soft, not harsh and I wrap it around so I can hold on. We repeat the process for the other hand. When I’m securely tied, I feel the bindings sliding on the bed, then my limbs are pulled taut. I can’t move. I’m completely immobile, yet I’m not uncomfortable.
"How does that make you feel?" He asks as his fingers run along the inside of my arm with a soft, tender touch.
It’s electric and the tingling he gives me as he continues under my arm, down my rib cage, makes me moan. "Hot!"
As Selena sings "Stars Dance" on loop, the words begin to sink in and I find myself hypnotized by the clouds floating around in the picture of Heaven. Then my diva-ness lurches hard and is flooded with wetness when I feel soft tickles like a breeze rolling in a wave over my abs.
What was that? It was so heavenly soft.
I wait with anticipation for the next sensation. My eyes focused on the white clouds drifting. The feeling washes over me again, but this time there is more pressure and an image of a fluffy feather dragging across my vulnerable tummy forms in my mind.
The next time, I’m so tuned in, I sense the seduction before it arrives. I can literally feel the object as it floats down so slowly then lands so softly and rolls over the same area. My skin comes alive, then the feeling lifts and the sensation vanishes. Only slight tingling remains.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply.
Waiting.
In Heaven.
Waiting.
The clouds floating down.
Gasping, "Ah!" My tummy lurching when they land.
The clouds drifting by.
Gasping, "Ah!" They caress.
The clouds evaporate.
Gasping, "Ah!" They float away
Waiting.
Eyes open.
Smiling.
Heaven is nice.
"Stars Dance."
In Heaven.
Waiting.
A cloud of red bursts forth!
Flinching.
Falling.
Landing.
Snatched off.
Gasping, "Ah!"
Exposed.
Waiting.
Red bursts forth!
Inhaling.
Floating.
Sinking.
Snatched away.
Gasping, "Ah!"
Cold.
Waiting.
Red!
Arching.
Inviting.
Gasping, "Ah!"
Warmth!
Wet!
"Auuuu...rei!"
Eyes closed.
The air moves.
A storm brews!
The wind swirls.
The red cloud rains.
Gasping, "Ah!"
Freezing.
Ice.
Tossing.
Warmth!
"Auuuu...rei!"
Wait!
Alone.
In Heaven.
Waiting.
Snow!
Freezing!
Wet!
"Auuuu...rei!"
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Lower! Lower! Lower!
I moan!
"Auuuu...rei!"
Ice!
"Auuuu...relius!"
Warmth!
Explosion!
Eyes open.
Waiting.
In Heaven.
Stars dance.
Waiting.
Flames dance.
Moaning.
Hot.
Electric.
Straining.
Whispers ... "I can make you dance."
Grunting.
Whispers ... "Do you want me too?"
Grinding.
Whispers ... "Don’t be afraid."
Groaning.
Whispers ... "To dream!"
Dancing.
Whispers ... "My touch..."
Moaning.
Whispers ... "Is love."
Sighing.
Whispers ... "Watch."
Gasping.
Whispers ... "Heaven opens."
Panting.
Whispers ... "Stars dance."
Straining.
Whispers ... "Do you see Heaven?"
Whimpering.
"Max...im...US!"
Stars dance!
"Ahhh...real...is...US!"
Stars dance!
"MOORE!"
Explosion!
Whispers ... "I love you, Angel Thang."
Heaven!
Crying.
Kissing.
Whispers ... "Shush! Baby! Shush!"
Sleeping.
Kisses wake me. I open my eyes to see his green eyes watching me. Heaven illuminates the whole room in soft light. The helmet is off and his hair sways as his lips approach. His kisses continue. My eyes close and I drift off into bliss again. I dream of colors. Bold reds, pale golds, deep purples, bright blues, then fireworks explode and there is black.
Kisses wake me. I open my eyes to see his green eyes watching me. His smile illuminates my whole world. His voice beckons. "Siri, I want all of you to belong to all of me. I want to provide for you. I want to meet your needs. I want you to be bound to me for eternity. That is what Heaven equals." I feel his lips kiss down the inside of my arm with a soft, tender touch. It’s electric and sparks travel, tingling as his lips kiss under my arm then down my rib cage. Sending sparks flying around and around, in and out, up and down.
I focus on the picture of Heaven. My hands clench and unclench with the sensations. Goosebumps pop out everywhere he isn’t, then they travel to where he is. My whole body tingles and Heaven begins to blur as tears of joy spill out.
His whisper is husky and throaty. "I want to know, Siri."
Low, slow moans.
"How does this make you feel?"
Loud, long moans.
"I want to know, Siri. Tell me." His command makes my lips tremble. "How do I make you feel?"
Tears spill over.
"Shhhh." His fingers press my lips.
I blink, trying to stop. I see his hand. His perfect golden hand. Tears flow.
"Shhhh. Shhhh." His lips replace his fingers, kissing them away. His breath blows in my mouth. "How do I make you feel?"
"You make me feel...." My voice is weak.
"Sing it. Sing."
My eyes open. He is staring down at me from Heaven. Time st
ands still. His fingers play my music. "Sing to me, Baby. Sing to me, Siri." His sweet lips nibble soft then firm down my neck. "Sing. Do you feel my love?"
I start to sing, "To Make You Feel My Love," and he slides inside. His motion matches the song. His sweetness fills me and the pure, honest love we share fills the room with my voice.
His voice harmonizing. "Beautiful.... Perfection.... Angel.... Goddess.... Mine.... You feel me.... You get me.... You complete me. You’ve made my dreams come true. Feel my love for you." His thrusts match the rhythm and his intensity matches too.
When the song ends, he continues with harder, more powerful, full thrusts, and each time he slams it home, he simply says his name. "Moore, Moore, Moore."
His name swirls around in my mind and I pick up his mantra. "Moore. Moore. Moore." He has me moaning his name like a whore when he pauses. Our eyes lock and the sweetness of Us flows between us. "Moore," I whisper. As our bodies mingle again, our souls dance and the love multiplies.
"Sing again, Siri. Share your feelings with me."
"Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon comes out and fills the room.
As he claims me, I forget my own name and know only his. "Moore, Moore, MOORE."
His thrusts become harder and harder and I never want him to stop loving me. I begin to sing, "Love Me Harder." His hum is my reward as he lifts his head and his eyes bore into mine with an intensity only fierce lovemaking can give. He reaches above my head and I feel the restraints loosen. Suddenly, I’m free.
He grabs the headboard and my hands reach up to brace against it as he rams into me, using the headboard for leverage.
"Ah!" We both moan.
Over and over he pounds me with a forceful intensity, that makes me tingle all over. Then he pulls out and I feel so empty the throbbing ache makes me scream out. "Moore!"
He reaches above my head and tightens the restraints again, lifting me off the mattress. Then his mouth is licking.
I throw my head back and moan like the whore I am as, "Oh my god. Oh my god," becomes my mantra and the explosion inside blows up, making me wither.
When I’m still, he climbs back on top, slides his hands into my hair and he holds me prisoner, then he powerfully pounds us into the bed. We bounce and recoil with the mattress as it bangs on the railing.
He shoots into me with so much force, I come non-stop. Drained, he rolls off. Our hands cinch and we sleep.
Sometime during the night, he wakes me again with his kisses of tenderness. My song choice is, "You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman" by Celine Dion.
Afterwards, I run my fingers through his hair. "You make me feel alive and it feels fantastic! Aurei?"
"Hmmhmm?"
"I know what Heaven equals now."
He crawls up to look into my face. "What, Sweet Thang?" His deep voice sounds so sexy in the dark.
I smile blindly at him. "Heaven equals coming undone."
"Did I make you come undone?" He rolls over and pulls me to his side.
"Oh yeah," I throw my arm and leg over him and lay my face on his chest. "You’re the one."
"I am." He kisses the top on my hair and draws me in close. His hand lightly strokes my back.
"I’m so glad I found you."
"Who found who?"
I chuckle and snuggle closer. "I’m so glad you found me."
"Me too, Baby Thang. Me too. Sleep now."
Chapter Eighteen
I bat my eyelids. Sunlight fills the bedroom. The bed curtains are open. I look into the gorgeous emerald green eyes of the love of my eternity.
"Good morning."
"Good morning," I smile a satisfied smile and close my eyes again.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Ummhmm." I smile a big beautiful smile.
"Who are you?"
"Moore’s whore."
He chuckles. "Close enough."
"Do you know where you are?"
"Ummhmm." I put my arms around his neck. "Heaven."
He kisses me. "Not quiet, but close. Do you want to come with me? I need to ride Caesar this morning. Or do you want to sleep in?"
"Yes."
"Yes to sleeping in?"
I shake my head.
"Yes to coming with me?"
I nod.
"I wasn’t sure if you needed more sleep."
I smile and peek at him with one eye. "Nap later?"
"Affirmative."
"K." I stretch my arms over my head.
"Do you want a Cappuccino?"
"Ummhmm."
He chuckles again. "You’re so talkative this morning." The bed shifts when his weight leaves.
I hear him moving around the room. My arms plop down where they are. "Aurei?"
"Yes?"
"I love your ass."
He chuckles. "I love your ass too." I hear the Bear door unlock and open.
Peacefulness.
The bed shifts again. "Wake up, now. Here you go."
I smell coffee and I open one eye again. "That will def help." He has served my Cappuccino in a normal size coffee cup. I sit up and scoot to rest my back on the headboard. As I sip the sweet expresso, I tell him, "AH, Mr. Moore, you’re spoiling me!"
"Miss Wright, would you prefer a bath or a shower?"
"Shower."
He sits on the side of the bed, waiting for me to finish. His straight nose and firm jaw silhouetted by the sun shining in the French doors. He is lost in thought about something.
"Aurei?"
He looks at me and smiles.
"Pinch me again."
He chuckles. "Did you like that little taste of Heaven?"
"Oh yes!"
He laughs, then stands and offers his hand. "Come on."
As we walk to the bathroom, I slip my fingers between his and he gives me a little squeeze. In the dressing room, we stop and I put my hair up. Then in the shower, we bathe each other, but keep the rubbing to cleaning only. Aurei steps out first, and hands me a towel. We dry ourselves off then go to the dressing room. I sit on the bench and wait as Aurei picks our clothes. His first selection is a bra. He chooses a soft pink one and dangles it at me, smirking. I roll my eyes at him. I snatch it and laughing, I tell him. "Yes. My girls are very happy to see this torturous tool!"
He holds up matching panties and I give him 'the look'. He grins and puts them back. He decides on black yoga pants and a simple pink long sleeve Nike t-shirt for me that says "Just Do It" and my boots. For himself, he chooses a polo shirt with polo style riding pants, and over the calf boots.
"Da-yum! You look delicious in that." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, like I’m exaggerating or something. I pull my hair from my shirt and tell him. "You really have no idea how truly drop dead, head turning, handsome you are, do you?"
He ignores me, but points to the table as he finishes pulling on his boots. "Grab our phones." Then on our way out, laughs. "Caesar’s ornery ass awaits."
I follow him out, then wait on the porch while he goes to get the car. I glance at his phone and see he has 20 messages. I check mine and have only one. The thought of checking his 20 crosses my mind, but I decide instead to read my one. It’s from Cat.
*BABY GIRL! Just got the news! OMFG! I’m so excited for you! So excited! James is beside himself. He goes from laughing to fretting and back to laughing. He has been hugging random people then busting their chops. He acts like he is on crack! Can’t wait to see the new show! Here’s me blowing kisses to you! Congratulations. You deserve this! Love ya! Laters!* There’s a gif of her blowing kisses.
I can’t wait to get home! I grin at the phone. James is so dramatic! I should text him to reassure him that "Happy" won’t be that difficult, but he’s stressing because I’m not there yet to work with him on the finer details. He is such a perfectionist. Once he realizes I’ve memorized the dance and it will be believable he’ll calm down. We’ll work out the transitions between my part and utilize any number of other dancers to mimic the people in the video while distrac
ting the audience’s eye so I can change, then come back in to pick it back up. I’ve got some cool ideas on how we will pull it off.
I text Cat. *Tell James to chillax. I got this. Can’t wait to see everyone. Will return next week.* I leave it at that. I’m not sure exactly what day and they will go overboard on the welcome home party if I give them too much advance notice.
Aurei backs out of the garage and I walk down the porch steps. Climbing in, I hand him his phone. "You have 20 messages, Mr. Moore, and I had one from Cat."
"What did Cat say?"
"Just that she’s excited about the new show and James is freaking out." He cuts his eyes at me and I roll mine, then give him my gay guy impersonation of James fretting over "Happy." He laughs as he drives entirely too fast this time up to the house.
When we arrive, we find breakfast is already waiting for us, so we sit and eat. I look for signs of Quintus, but he isn’t around. The staff comes in and out carrying tables and chairs. They speak to Aurei and he jokes with them. When we are finished, we walk through the tented area where the dinner will be held, heading to the stables. I count a quick count of 25 tables. There is a roped off area for dancing. It looks more like a wedding reception than a family dinner.
Aurei fills me in on the agenda as we go. "La famiglia will begin arriving this afternoon while we are napping. We will come back up to the Big House for dinner with everyone. It will be a late evening for most, but we will wrap up before midnight." He puts his arm around me and pulls me against him. We sync our steps and he continues. "The men rise before sunup, have breakfast together, then spend the day getting ready for the competition. The ladies sleep late, then gather up here for lunch."
"Will Ann be here?"
"No. She’s with me." He says, then quickly adds. "But she’s the exception."
"Great!" I roll my eyes.
"Don’t worry. Zita and Bee will be here."
"Then what happens?"
"The girls do girl things together. Around 4pm, the women come to the arena to watch the show. Afterwards everyone comes back to the Big House for the Celebration Feast. It will be a long night. On Sunday morning, we will tell everyone good-bye then fly back to Alabama."
When we enter the stables, Paolini greets us from across the area with a wave and points to the far end. We walk through to find Caesar saddled and tied inside the paddock area.
He is beautiful! His thick mane and tail have been cleaned of twigs and combed. He is alert but resting. There is a nice red gelding saddled and tied too for me, but they are separated. We climb the fence and jump down inside. Aurei tells me my horses name is Rosso, which is Italian for Red. I walk over and introduce myself to him.
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