Arin

My heart thundered inside my chest at his words. My arms coiled around him, wailing onto his shoulder. 

The day since my heart broke, I'd never imagined I'd feel happy. Or healed. There was something in the magical words of confession that glued back my broken heart.

"I love you, Arin." 

Roger's lips traced mine as soon as he said what I'd always longed to hear. His tongue slid into my mouth, extracting a moan so soft, he broke our kiss to look at me. 

"I can't stop saying it," he whispered over my cheeks, sliding onto the taut muscle near my neck. "I love you, my babydoll."

My eyes brimmed, chest felt full. My fingers slid into the back of his hair, arresting him from dipping low. 

"I love you, Roger." A whisper. A prayer. And everything in between. "I love you a lot."

Without wasting a moment, he picked me up and carried me back to the bed. 

Slanting his body over, he dipped me into the mattress. The warmth of his body and his lingering gaze hovered over me. It tempted me further.

I wanted Roger. I wanted him like a man lost at a dessert, craving for a drop of water.

"Babydoll. There are so many things I want to do with you." His warm gaze slid over my plump lips. His throat bobbed. "So many things I've dreamt of since the day I'd spoken to you on the call."

My nether heated at his words, drenching my panty. I badly wanted to kiss Roger. I'd wanted so many more things from him. I also knew the Babydoll on the call was different from the Arin he'd seen and spoken to in reality. 

Apprehension braided into my spine. My words cemented over my lips, refusing to escape.

Roger must have read my expressions. He slid over my side, cold knuckles tracing my jawline.

"We can take it slow, love," he said, smiling. "I just said what I'd always wanted to tell you."

"I know." I turned to face him, partly nesting my face into the crook of his next. "I know what you want. And as much as I hope to... you know..." I looked up. My mouth dried. "Roger, I've to tell you something."

With bridged eyebrows, he nodded. "What is it?"

"I'm kinda...you know...I mean over the call and all it goes unnoticed but-"

"You're a virgin!" 

The moment he said it, I palmed my face, coiling my body. "Yes."

"Look at me, Babydoll..."

I didn't. I couldn't. The shade of shame painted on my face didn't allow me. 

Roger gently held my wrists, separating the hand-held cage over my face. 

"I want you to look at me."

Slowly, my eyes slid up, gazing at him. His smiling face, wide eyes and a look that whispered he partly loved what I'd said and partly concerned, decorated his face. 

"I love you, Arin," he whispered. "And I love that you took the courage to tell me. I know it can't be easy. Also..." He tipped my face up and whispered. "I have always known."

"How?" I bolted up on the bed. "How did you know?"

"The way you've always been shy on calls. Or the way you've expressed yourself. I mean it when I say that I can tell when people lie." He pulled me closer. "I can also tell when a woman fakes her orgasms."

My cheeks felt warm. Heartbeats drummed in my ears. 

He knew.

The moment I realised the worst of the problems was over, another issue cropped up in my mind.

Not that I wanted to rate my first time with anyone but I was apprehensive. Babydoll was a character I slid into whenever I had to attend calls.  Unlike my counterpart, wasn't the mean machine in bed.

"What are you thinking, darling?" Roger tipped my face up. "Tell me."

"I'm not sure..."

"How about this? I'm famished. Let's eat before we go around and check the city." 

He slid off the bed and walked over to the table where the telephone was kept. Dialing the kitchen, he placed a few orders and returned. 

"Roger...You don't...I mean..."

"Hey." He pulled me up from the bed and over his body. "Forget whatever we talked about."

"Including the part that you love me?"

"Retain that part. It takes courage to tell someone you love them."

"I know." I rolled my eyes. "I've done that before. And then a mean person said he doesn't love me."

"Idiot he was to reject you."

"I agree. He's an idiot. But he's my idiot."

A crooked smile appeared on his face as he walked us towards the music system in the room and connected his phone to Bluetooth. 

"So can the idiot have this dance with you?" He held his hand out, waiting.

The moment I held his palm, he pulled me closer, sliding his arm around my back.

"Roger, I really suck at dancing."

"So do I." He twirled me. "But we'll try."

As the soft music filled the room, Roger and I tried striking a pose and dancing across the bedroom.

In the background of greyer skies and dimmed skylights inside the room, he twirled me. We jumped around like two crazy kids hopped up on sugar.

My lungs burnt from laughing so hard when Roger hopped on the bed and fell down. I tossed my body over his. 

He assaulted me with a pillow. Something tore from inside it.

Pale pink and white feathers floated in the air as we tossed the pillows on each other. Roger jumped off the bed and pulled me by my leg towards him. 

He hit me with a pillow. I shoved him with my leg.

"Et tu, Brutus," he said before running around the room to catch me.

I ran faster, into the balcony. Then the washroom. 

Trying to shove the doors behind me, I failed when he jammed his leg and head inside, pushing it open.

"Roger, no," I shouted. Then laughed as he ran towards me with the deflated pillow.

My balance slipped.

We landed in the bathtub, soaking the pillow with us along with our bodies. 

"Never mess with the king of pillow fights," he said, wheezing for air. "I always win."

"I know..." 

Something about the way he look, wet, tempting and tired made me want to kiss him.

Pushing the pillow from his hand, I moved closer. The warm water in the tub lashed over our backs as I embraced him, pulling my body over his.

"Babydoll," still wheezing for air, he said. "You're so beautiful."

Wet fingers wiped the wet locks stuck to my face. His soft gaze wandered over my face, my body. The silk dress I'd worn now formed a transparent sheen. 

When I looked at his slightly parted lips, my mouth salivated. 

"You want this?" he asked. 

"Yes..." I nodded.

"Sure?"

Another nod.

He plunged his lips over mine, biting my lower lip, gliding his tongue inside my mouth. I was tasting him - part coffee, part cigarette but mostly him.

I felt the tenting over his pants. My hands roamed over his shirt, peeling it off his body. The last few buttons broke as I ripped them open. 

Taut muscles and his lean form cemented air in my lungs. I'd always wanted to be under him. Over him.

"Like what you see?" He asked, tipping my face up. "Because I'm dying to see you without clothes, babydoll."

My mouth dried up as he guided my dress off me. Only wearing my lingerie, I felt more naked than ever. Roger must have read my apprehension to pull me back over him. 

"Kiss me." In a whispery command, he asked. 

I obliged, drinking him up. 

His wet fingers roamed over my back, sliding over my bra and tracing a path over the lacy straps before gliding them off my shoulders. His lips roamed over my collarbone, striking goosebumps in its wake.

Fisting my hair in a bunch, he pulled my head backwards and slid his hand inside the cup of my bra. My heart hammered into my ribs. My eyes closed.

"Roger..." My voice was barely a whisper.

 I watched him peer at me with hooded eyes as he unhooked my bra and plunged his mouth over my mounts. He flicked my nipple, sucking and biting.

My hips began moving over his tented erection, my fingers trailing over his taut ab muscles. 

"Moan for me." 

He looked up, gently tilting his head as he kneaded my left boob while tracing his teeth over my right nipple. 

"Yesss." 

I pressed his face deeper over my breast, tempting him to suck harder. He did, moaning softly as I ran my hand over his erection, tugging his belt off.

In one swift motion, he pulled the drain plug inside the tub. Slanting me onto the vacant side of the bathtub, he widened my legs. 

My drenched panty was already an assault over my wet pussy but when Roger ran his finger over it, sliding it to the side and blowing air, my mind went numb.

"Tell me, babydoll, what do you want me to do?"

I couldn't speak. 

I watched as he pulled his pants off and tossed them on a side before slipping his fingers over my panty and pulling it off too.

"Babydoll, you've to tell me. Or else..." His thumb ran a circle over my clit. "I'll stop."

"Don't stop. Please..." 

My hand moved to pleasure me when he arrested them, nodding.

"You're forbidden from touching yourself around me."

I nodded.

"Tell me, Babydoll. What do you want your Master to do?"

"I want you to suck me. Hard...I want to leak in your mouth..."

Before I could utter anything else, Roger dipped over my wet pussy. 

His tongue lapped over my wetness, running over my clit and pooling heat into my core. He slid a finger into my wet canal, running his tongue back and forth before sliding along with his finger inside me.

My heels dug into the sides of the bathtub. My body levitated.

"Yes...Yes...Harder...Harder please..." I moaned into my hand. 

He continued sucking me harder, plunging his finger and his tongue inside me. Then out. 

His free hand roamed over my hardened nipples, flicking them before dragging back over my clit and running circles around. 

My eyes saw black spots. My heartbeats drummed harder. Coiling my fingers into the back of his head, I pushed him closer to my pussy. 

He lapped up my juices, blowing air. Sliding another finger inside me, he began drinking me harder. 

"I'mmm cummingg....Yesss..." 

I leaked into his mouth, grazing over his lips as he drank every single drop of me, licking me clean. 

Whatever residual inhibition I had inside me left the moment I pulled my body up. Roger sat back, panting. When I pulled off his boxers, a smirk on his lips conveyed the rest.

I held his warm erection, eying him. Bunching my hair in his fist, he guided me as my mouth slid over his dick, the warmth of his juices hitting the back of my throat.

My skin was peppered with goosebumps as I rolled my tongue over his member, wrapping it over his tip while my head bobbed, deepening his thrust in my mouth.

Roger moaned, his head tilted backwards. Only his hold over the back of my head grew stronger. I deep-throated his dick. My mouth salivated.

With water eyes and a sweet, salty coating in my mouth, I began sucking him harder. Faster.

"Goddd...Babydollll...."

I watched as he bit into his lower lip, watching me suck him harder and harder. 

"Yes..." He nodded. His jaw muscles strained. His breath paced up. "Yes...Yesssss....Commmonnn."

Gritting from between his teeth, I heard him. 

My tongue swirled over and over, lapping up his juices as he pumped my mouth with it. The back of my throat felt heated, drinking him up. 

Roger pulled me over his body, gently guiding me over his erection.

"Fuck... fuckfuckfuckfuck...." Pain riddled my body, my legs trembled as his enlarged member entered me. "Fuckk...Roger...No..."

"I'll be gentle. I promise." A panting whisper as he slid inside partially, then removed his member. "I'll not hurt you."

My arms coiled over his back, our chests aligned when he kissed me, guiding his erection to play over my wet folds. 

Gently, he tiled me back in the tub, widening my legs. His thumb ran circles over my clit, readying me with another pleasure assault. He guided himself in as he held my left leg over his shoulder.

The muscles around his neck strained when he looked down at me. Strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead. His eyes closed as his dick entered me again.

"Ahhh...Master..."

The moment he heard me, his eyes snapped open. 

"Babydoll...You shouldn't have..."

In one swift motion, he plunged inside me. 

"Fuccckkkk...."

My eyes saw darkness. My hands grabbed the sides of the tub while my head leaned back.

Roger leaned forward, sucking my nipple as he thrust me. 

My body coiled over his, arms around his neck and nails digging into his skin. Our moans aligned with every thrust. Harder. Faster.

He pulled me over his body, gripping my back for support. 

"Go on cowgirl," he said. 

Something about the way he looked at me, challenged me. I began riding him, pulling my body up and sliding his erection back in. 

His eyes closed. His abs and the muscles around his shoulders strained, guiding me.

With rhythmic strokes, we kissed. Tongues fought for dominance. The heat from our bodies warmed the place. Sweat slicked, he bit into the nape of my neck.

Sliding his dick off me, I moved back. 

"As you wish, babydoll." With a wide grin, he pulled both my legs over his shoulders and entered me.

"Yes...Yesss...."

Without wasting a moment, every thrust of his met with him running circles over my clit, kneading my boobs. He leaned closer, his eyes dancing over my inviting face.

"Spit in my mouth," I commanded. He adhered.

Tasting him, his saliva, I dug my nails into his back, trailing them down.

His pace fastened. My breath hitched, readying for another pleasure release.

Our bodies moved in tandem. His hands cupped my head, protecting it from hitting the walls of the tub.

"You ready?" He panted. 

"Please...Yes..."

With a harder, deeper thrust, warmth flooded inside me. Roger held me under him, unloading every drop of his juice, kissing my neck and running his tongue over my jaw.

"I love you, babydoll," he whispered, his lips peppering kisses over my forehead.

"Not more than me..." I smiled onto his shoulder, my eyes tearing up at the dream I'd once given up hope on.

We slept in each others' arms for so long and so deep, the room service left a message at the door along with our food. When I woke up to his sleepy, duvet-covered naked body, I was filled with a different sensation. 

The feeling of brimming with happiness. The one where I was utterly and truly happy. 

At next morning, Roger woke me up with breakfast in bed with loads of kisses and cuddling. I could imagine how my life was going to be.

"When we return to London, there is a ton of work for you." Grabbing a piece of fruit from the plate, Roger looked at me. "You'd be swamped." 

"I know. Work is piled up. Maybe it's time for me to get an assistant."

He laughed, waving his hands back and forth. 

"No, not that work, darling. I mean work for you at my place. Actually our place."

I gulped the morsel and stared at him.

"Sorry, what?"

"I mean..." Roger twisted his palms into balls. "I was hoping that you would come live with me."  He walked over to my side of the bed, falling beside me. "I know, it's too soon. But, I don't want to waste any more time with this back and forth, Babydoll..."

"Are you..."

"Yes... yes..." His voice rose when he sat up. "I am asking you to move in with me."

"But...I..." 

All words and dialogues asides, when the man you loved asked you to live in with him, a rush of happiness would jerk you so badly, your brain would scramble.

With teary eyes, I nodded. 

Roger picked me up from the bed, twirling me around in his arms. 

"You have made me the happiest man on earth, Babydoll."

"Are you sure we are going with that name?" I asked, smiling and wiping my ears off. 

"That name is here to stay."

He kissed my forehead, then my lips. We devoured each other as if it was the last moment.

But it wasn't. 

It was the start of Roger and Arin. Of master and babydoll. 

It was the start of the talks and love and everything in between. Of two people who experienced love and loss in different ways. Ones, who were the missing puzzle from each other's lives.

Ones, who were imperfectly perfect.

~

As much as I loved reading your comments on this book of mine, the best ones were in the previous chapter where people complained that they were robbed.

For those of you who don't know, this chapter is a smutty addition since for the previously written chapter, I'd made the steamy scene as a one-line stating - And we slept with each other.

So, this is my do-over for all those who complained that I robbed them and called the smut police on me.

I hope you enjoy it ;) <3

Also, please shower your love on my other works too...I'd be forever indebted to your kindness.