Andie was on her knees with his zipper between her teeth.
His collar was around her neck, as it was ordered to be as soon as she stepped into his studio apartment. She often found herself wearing it to bed, with only the scent of him clinging to her and the memories of their time together dancing through her head. Would he ever be truly hers? Doubtfully...
He looked down at her, his massive hand on the back of her head, as she skillfully unzipped his pants. She hardly used her hands anymore and he preferred it that way. He rewarded for showmanship, but never in the way she craved. There would always be a hole where he fit into her heart. It would always be only partially filled.
What they did never mattered. He could have her body a million times in twice as many ways, she would not resist. They could lay on the couch, completely nude, her head in his lap while he toyed with the ring on her collar. She only wanted him, for more than who he was as her Master... but for who he was when he was her friend. Yet, he was never truly hers and he always slept beside Her.
She didn't even have a name to Andie. She was just some faceless entity that Andie wished out of existence every night and every morning. With her coffee, Andie would press her lips to the mug and offer a prayer to any God that She would disappear. At night, when she would brush her teeth, Andie would pass the time thinking of ways to make it happen.
He had her laid out on her back with his hand on her throat now. This is the part where she gasps for air and pleads with her eyes for him to be merciful. Digging her nails into the carpet as her back arches. No one could imagine how beautiful she felt at his mercy.
......
Chris ran the bath, pouring Andie's favorite bubble bath in it. She lay curled on the floor where he left her, her eyes staring off into space and her fingers running down the space between her breasts. He looked back at the tub and turned off the water, beckoning her to him.
She snapped out of her dream at the sound of his voice and she smiled, walking coyly to him. He took off her collar and helped her step into the tub, placing a kiss on her cheek when she had sank into the water. The sigh that escaped her pouted lips was music to his ears. He often thought why this was the only relationship they had, when they could have so much more.
Her eyes were closed as he ran the water through her hair. He rubbed her scalp as he applied the shampoo, enjoying the curve of her smile...how she bit her lip when he traced his finger on her neck. Rinse. He felt that if he repeated the process, he would be in the tub with her. The only place he'd never had her was in the bath. The shower, many times... but the bath felt sacred. She had never been pampered. She often came to him exhausted but eager.
Chris could see the hope in her eyes, every time she left. He knew she only wanted to hear that word, "Stay." So often he almost said it... and he felt guilty to the Other.
Who was his Other now? Was it Andie or was it Her? He never thought on it too long. Andie never asked for an explanation, often for her own sake more than his. Probably, because she choked on Her name and refused to cry for any other reason than pleasure in his presence.
Andie with her blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her hips that leave men with their tongues wagging. Her long neck, framed by slender shoulders.. her year-round tan. Everything about her was gorgeous. The way she refused compliments and the way she refused any other men. It was not a requirement from him that she not have another, she just didn't. She often said that she didn't want to date, but when she did, the way she looked at him said otherwise.
Chris often heard it as "I don't want to date anyone...but you."
And he would never tell her how much it hurt.
tbc
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