Reflections of Desire is a short erotic romance of 450 words exactly. Originally based on this tale, it has been fictionalized and told from a Dominant point of view.
He studies their reflection. How her body shields his own. The way her toes scrunch up and her fingers fidget. She looks at anything but the mirror.
He pulls her arms behind her, ties them off with a single length of rope. Holds her wrists tight. Directs her where he wants her.
Soft as a whisper, he traces the arc of her spine with calloused fingertips. She shivers. Her eyes close, and he wonders how much of that seemingly innocent motion is to absorb the sensation, and how much is to hide from what she finds in her reflection. Child-rearing years that are visible in the slight dip and swell of each body part. Her translucent skin and the dusting of freckles that hint at her Irish heritage.
He’s never told her, but those little things make her perfect. To him.
His hand spreads over her stomach, disguising the stretch marks he finds there. He glides the pad of his thumb across the starkest one, almost colourless against the skin she tries too hard to tan.
“Open your eyes,” he says, and once they’re focused, watching, a tinge of indecisiveness crinkling the corners, be begins to explore, stopping at each hill and valley to stroke, and pluck. His skilled fingers bring a pink glow to each peak, inspect every hollow, not missing any space.
Her eyes follow as he teases and traces, momentarily flicking up to watch his expression. He wonders, does she see his admiration there? Or something else?
Momentarily, their eyes meet. Hers show growing arousal. She blinks to hide it away, but she can’t mask her body’s response.
Nipples becoming alert, her breasts jut out to greet him, beseeching his touch. In silent plea, her thighs spread. The movement subtle, the question clear. Please.
He caresses her vulva until a tiny gasp escapes her parted lips. Then he pulls his hand away. Smiles widely at her frown.
He lifts her chin, forcing her gaze to take in her form, nude before the mirror, before him.
“Do you see this?” He asks, a single finger defining the line of her jaw, the arch or throat, the curve of her shoulder. “The beauty you possess? The exquisiteness? Don’t you know you’re a goddess?”
He skims the back of his hand along the line of her rounded hip. “Do you see this curve?” he asks as his other hand surrounds her full breast, lifting and kneading its weight.
“I love your curves,” he says. “They’re made to fit in my hands. They tell me you are mine.”
And just for a moment, her eyes shine, a light coming from somewhere within, and he wonders, does she see what he sees?
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