Chapter 2: Eden Part 2
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His hair was auburn and tousled, and his eyes were the shade of a mysterious forest. His jawline was chiseled, and his full lips curled up in the gentlest smile. His fingers were slightly rough to the touch, and I instantly knew he worked with them. He was wet like he had been out in the storm, and I became concerned he would get sick, since he wasn't wearing a shirt and was only wearing a pair of black leather pants that left little to the imagination. His black combat boots sat on his feet, and I got lost on the dangling pendant between his muscular pecs that was the shape of a crow's eye.
"You're soaked." I couldn't think of any other word to say but that and I'm sure he found me to be an i***t.
He softly smirked and sweetly spoke again, "Do you need anything before we start?"
I chewed on my bottom lip, probably ruining my lipstick but honestly it was going to be ruined any moment now anyway. I cleared my throat and shook my head. "She helped me, thank you."
"Raven is super sweet, isn't she?" V kept his gaze on me, not looking over his shoulder towards her like I expected him to.
It was like nothing else mattered in that dungeon but him and I. The rain disappeared along with the moans and pleasure, and it was just us and the sound of silence. Something about his kind gaze calmed my nerves and brought my heartrate down to normal. I felt like I could finally breathe again, and I smiled at him with a bit more confidence. Like I belonged there.
"She is." I sighed and let him help me up from the chair.
"It's raining like mad outside, is it not?" V ruffled his hand through his wet hair, and I giggled.
"Were you out in the rain too?" I peered up at him and he smiled at me.
"I just got in. Bad day to choose the bike." He softly laughed and I couldn't help but be intrigued by the sound that came from his mouth. Deep and rich like a dark honey that I wasn't allowed to take part in.
"Like a... bicycle or a motorcycle?" I smiled as he opened the door to his area of the dungeon, and I stepped inside thanking him.
"Motorcycle. She's my first love really." He shut the door and gestured to the beautiful rich crushed velvet couch in red. "Care to sit down?"
I peered at all of the toys hanging on the wall, getting more excited to dive into them. Along with all of the gags, impact play toys, and leather were classical quotes that were framed in beautiful golden ornate frames. I wondered if he wrote poetry in his free time. A black leather St. Andrew's Cross sat in one corner, a queening chair in the next, a spanking bench was the highlight of the room besides the massive bed with a gorgeous black iron cage beneath it. A suspension ring hung from the ceiling and a mirror was hung on the ceiling, overlooking the bed.
My heart instantly sped up and I suddenly found him sitting beside me again and taking my hands to bring my attention back to him and not the room at hand. I searched his kind gaze and worried my bottom lip, feeling my heart throbbing in my throat.
"Tell me what interests you." He rubbed his fingers along the back of my hands, and I flashed my gaze around the room again. "Celeste."
"Hm?" I focused back on him, and he smiled.
"What are you interested in?" The way he could lock his gaze with no stress or care about what I would think was amazing to me. I was never very good at eye contact because I would get shy and nervous around people, especially strangers. It was always easier to look down at feet or something else.
His fingers grazed beneath my chin and lifted my gaze back up. I had peered down without realizing it. "You're gorgeous and I'd very much like to get to know you more."
"Interests like... here? Or..." I gestured around and kept my eyes locked on his, wanting to look away but not being able to. His eyes were too kind and too warm.
Something about forests had always comforted me since I was a young girl, and his gaze was no exception. I swallowed hard and licked my lips, trying to focus on him and nothing else.
"Doesn't have to be here. Just in general." He smiled and let my chin go once he was satisfied that I was holding myself taller.
"I enjoy painting and poetry." I swallowed hard and he nodded.
"Good hobbies. I enjoy them as well. Although you probably knew that about me. I also delve into woodworking." He gestured over at the art on the walls and the desk in the corner that were more than exquisite. "Like those."
"My father loved woodworking too." I had blurted that out without thinking and somehow that seemed inappropriate to bring up at a dungeon, but he just smiled brightly.
"My father too. He taught me everything I know." V never let his gaze leave mine, never let his fingers stop touching my hands as if he was keeping me grounded to reality.
"Things we have in common, crafty dads." I awkwardly laughed and he suddenly chuckled too. Again, his voice came over me like a warm wave that felt like I was home and not in a dark dungeon with a storm brewing outside.
"My mother was a painter." I sighed and leaned my arm on the back of the chaise lounge, remembering her and how beautiful she was. "Most thought she was a movie star because she was so beautiful."
"She sounds absolutely lovely." V smiled and kept my one hand in his. "My mother was more into poetry and collecting old things. I guess that's where I get it from. Come by it honestly."
I giggled and nodded, "I could see that."
V nodded and licked his lips, "How about we talk more about why I asked you here today."
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