A soft, soapy cloth left a trail of small white bubbles along her legs, her breasts, her arms... There is simply no equivalent to being washed by your lover. Bathing was one of the few times that Charlotte let down her long golden hair from its restrictive braid, allowing her head the chance to relax from its daily strictness. Yami had become quite adept at massaging her scalp and muscles, his fingers playing her body expertly like an instrument. She leaned into his slightest touch, sighing at the pleasure he gave her. It was the only thing his hands were truly good at, other than swishing his sword around.

He had already gone over every inch of her body with the soap, and now was indulging himself by lightly teasing her, his fingers massaging tight circles into her wet mound. She sprawled out for him in such an erotic display that it made him feel like the caveman who had just discovered fire. His mind and body were radiating with a heat so intense that it consumed his all his rationalities. The way she opened her legs, granting him control of her body gave him an overwhelming sense of manliness. Charlotte Rosalie was his- that was a fact.

Before things got too hot and heavy for her down below, he ran his hands up her abdomen and pinched her nipples, earning him an extremely sexy moan. If he wasn't hard enough already, he certainly was now.

"Making such beautiful noises for your Sensei already..."

She responded with another half-moan half-sigh as he continued to massage her. Her neck rolled forward as he moved his hands to her shoulders, pressing into her muscles and down her back. As he came back up he paid special attention to where her neck connected to the base of her head, then lifted her jaw up and softly rubbed his thumb over her lip. Sliding two fingers into her mouth, he let her suck on him, and the throbbing he felt from below intensified causing his vision to blur.

In order to distract himself he pulled out his fingers and kissed her, easily devouring her lips. The light, floral fragrance of the soap mixed with her natural scent. It made him want to delve inside her and never leave. It didn't help that she was so damn good at kissing.

She brought her hands up to his shoulders, but instead of wrapping them around his neck she dragged her fingers down his chest, leaving ten bright red lines. He unleashed a guttural growl into her mouth and bit down on her lip. She moaned and slowly reached downward, but before she could grab ahold of his manhood he backed away, gasping for air. This was all too stimulating for him, so he drew back before he lost control.

Charlotte opened her previously closed eyes and peered at him curiously. Desire was painted throughout her eyes, sparkling like a decadent glass of champagne. All he wanted was to be every bit of the man she saw him as.

"Rinse yourself off and go wait on the bed," he ordered in a restrained, raspy voice. She did as she was told.

This time he hadn't told her in what position to wait, which piqued her interest. That could only mean one thing... that in the moment he was turned on so much, so that he wanted her to determine the pace. If it was up to him right now, there would be no holding back; he was unable to pull his punches and if she wasn't okay with that, now was the time to make it clear. The few times he had gotten in this state before were truly terrifying, and that's exactly what Charlotte wanted tonight. She wanted him in all his glory. She needed to be his chew toy, his release, his perfect doll.

Crawling over the freshly washed and pressed sheets, she leaned against the headboard with her feet flat on the bed, her knees comfortably bent in front of her. With how turned on she was, her pussy was already glistening wet, and due to the shock of leaving the warm bath, her nipples were straight and erect. Each and every nerve of her body ached for Yami to dominate her, to steal her breath away. She waited for him and time stretched out into an eternity, even though in reality it was on my a few minutes.

When Yami walked into the room, he had a clear view of everything he wanted to see. Her skin was like pristine porcelain from their bath, and every sensitive area on her was tinted a beautifully flushed pink. He exhaled slowly and steadily, his body twitching as he fought against his most primal urges. Walking up next to her, he cradled her face in his palm.

With great care and sensitivity he placed a feathery kiss on her cheek. With just this simple touch she melted into him, nothing else existed in her mind except for the man in front of her. They both knew it was the calm before the storm, the kiss of her prince before he transformed into a beast.

"Now, my doll... What would you like me to do to you?"

"Choke me, Sensei."

He inhaled sharply and moved his hand from her cheek to her neck, stroking her skin. This wasn't something new to them in the bedroom, he knew she liked it and he learned how to do it safely. The very energy in the room shifted, it was as if a massive dark presence stood beside Charlotte, towering over her.

He climbed on top of her, grabbing her roughly by the ankle and sliding her body down the bed. He forced her legs over his shoulders, biting and sucking on her tender flesh any way he pleased. Every part of her that he touched was marked by him. He didn't just want to taste part of her, he wanted every single millimeter.

The instant that his onslaught became too much for her to bear, he would take advantage of her sweet spots and effectively drown her in pleasure once again. His teeth left marks and bruises scattered all over her skin. She was his perfect little doll, made all the more beautiful from his destruction. To Yami, anything flawless was just an illusion, but his Charlotte certainly wasn't flawless. He was very aware of this and he cherished her all the more for it.

Grinding his erection against her slippery clit, he coated both of them with her hot liquid. His hand held her neck firmly in place, but he didn't yet tighten its grip. She wouldn't know when it was coming. But it was coming.

His voracious appetite for her was continually fed by every sound she made. Her every movement adding to all the pent up tension stored inside him. Her eyes watered from the severity of his lust, but she didn't say their safe word so he knew he still had free reign. The slight tinge of pain all over her body forced adrenaline through to rush through her veins. Part of her was screaming to run away but another part couldn't get enough. Her eyes slid closed and everything around her swirled into a big puddle of nerves.

"Breathe."

Yami's voice cut through the fog in her brain and she realized she had been holding her breath. Taking in a few deep gasps, she felt the pressure in her chest subside. Then she immediately felt his hand close around her throat and cut off her newly found supply of air. Caught off guard, she brought her fingers together ready to snap, which would signal to Yami to immediately stop, but she didn't. The world turned upside down. It spun around her and it all felt too fucking good to let go of- she was losing her very soul.

His hand was so strong and firm that nothing in the world would be able to break his hold on her. Her heart pounded like a caged animal inside her chest. He trapped her lips in a deep kiss, sealing off her silent scream. Even if she could gasp for air, his tongue filled her mouth to the point that there was no room for anything else. She felt like she was going to blackout.

Then he released her. The rush of air stung her lungs as he simultaneously pushed his cock inside her. She couldn't even moan, her senses were so overwhelmed. Tears of she-didn't-know-what-emotion ran down her face as he rammed into her over and over again. It was all she could do to remember to breathe and let him have his way with her. Warmth was spreading out from deep within, slowly creeping over and filing her like lava. She was a volcano and she was on the brink of eruption. 

"Don't even think about coming until I tell you to," Yami growled out.

Despite his warning, Yami was faring no better. He was panting heavily and gripped tightly onto the sheets as to not crush her. It was the first time in over a week since he had been inside of her sweet hole and it felt so sinfully irresistible. Whatever sanity was left in him was fraying and about to rip apart.

"Now doll. Come for me," he commanded, and let out an indecipherable groan as intense pleasure shot through his own body. Charlotte trembled underneath him, riding her own release. Everything became raw and sensitive as he finally let go, his muscles trembling uncontrollably, and he collapsed on top of Charlotte.

"So beautiful..." he murmured, hugging onto her. She was too spent to hug him back, so she just laid there and tried to put herself back into one piece again. After a long while they both sat up slightly, rejuvenated but exhausted, looking at the mess they had made of each other.

"I need a smoke," Yami grumbled as he rummaged through his things, looking for the cigarettes. When he came back on the bed, he held a bottle of lotion that was for healing bruises. Balancing the cancer stick between his lips, he warmed a dollop of lotion in his hands and rubbed it into Charlotte's skin. She winced as he ran over the spots that were already turning a dark purple color.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"It's okay. They were worth it," she replied in a sweet voice.

"Good to hear."

She picked up the book she had bought earlier that day and turned to the first page. Strange, foreign symbols stared up at her. The drawings were nice, though.

"Want me to help you with that?"

As much as she didn't want to ask for help, she could hardly recognize anything on the page. Luckily, after sex she was slightly less stubborn and so she agreed to let him help her. Just this once.

They lay side by side, still unclothed, with Yami whispering the words of a strange fairytale to her. And that's how they stayed for the rest of their evening.