Everything Roses

Sabrina walked around Graham’s estate with familiarity. She knew it like an animal that had marked its territory, this had been their house. Not everything associated with the house or Graham had been bad. When she wandered aimlessly down the stairs to the kitchen, Hyacinth had a big smile for her. She was hoping Hyacinth would be there already. The older woman was Graham’s housekeeper, and had been like an older sister to her. She confided everything to her, and Hyacinth told her everything that she knew in turn and promised her that Graham loved her more than anything in the world.

Sabrina knew that, when they fell for each other, it was like the world tumbled all about them. She did not want anything but to be with him and vice versa. When she moved into the house, she was its mistress and his muse. He wanted her dressed beautifully all of the time, and wanted her to only do things she loved to do.

“I will take care of you,” he had promised, and he had the only way he knew how to. She did not judge him for his criminality, but it was when she as scared to stay in their home that she had to leave.

Now she was back, she was the mistress again. Hyacinth spoiled her with fresh fruit–fresh everything. She drew a bath got her because Graham said that his Nusch was supposed to be pampered and taken care of. That she had been through a lot, and that was what was he expected of her.

Hyacinth bathed her in roses, and scrubbed her skin smooth. Sabrina could not deny this was what she wanted. She smelled of roses and sweet musk.

“Graham said that I am not to dress you, he just wants you to smell of and lie in a bed of roses until he comes home.”

Sabrina was sure she was rose-colored, but Hyacinth smiled a knowing smile. She knew that she loved and hated Graham’s attention.

So Sabrina indeed did lie on the bed naked, and Hyacinth and another woman artfully surrounded her in roses. The smell was so sweet, Sabrina was lulled to sleep by roses, dreamt of roses. A rose petal was just within reach of her tongue and when she frivolously reached for it, Graham appeared. His own tip slipped out of his trousers, Sabrina let her tongue suspend indecisively—the tip of the rose or the tip of Graham?

Being naked for such a long time, and residual pleasure from their lovemaking the night before made her decision hasty and swift. Gracefully, she shifted all of the artfully placed roses and placed his tip in her mouth.

Graham held her head, and moaned. A deep moan that let her know that he had missed her. He picked up a rose, and rubbed it against her nipples and between her legs. She could see it all when she looked up at him—his dick filling her mouth in the mirror overhead.

She was home for now…

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