Hush – HG Tudor – Figuring out The Narcissist


 

HUSH

Hush. I don’t need you to make any sound. None in any respect. For those who do you’ll spoil this second. This isn’t a time for noise, of any form. Sure, I admit I usually such as you to be making some sound. Whether or not it’s your phrases of admiration, your scream of terror, your murmurs of enjoyment, your shouted anger or moans of ardour.

All of the noises which you make for me are welcomed, as long as you coat them along with your emotions. I don’t look after naked remark, impartial and anodyne, that does nothing for me and should even hurt me, however you received’t do this for me will you? You do not need to harm me, ever, do you? You aren’t like that.

Your form will not be like that, you care and you like and also you give. No, no, keep silent. You haven’t any want to talk. Simply lie there. Be nonetheless. I need to enable my eyes to roam over your bare type as you lie there subsequent to me, uncovered, weak. I do know you’re looking at my eyes, I can sense it. My gaze isn’t assembly yours in the meanwhile although as I’m permitting my eyes to slowly transfer throughout you.

I regard your toes, pointing upwards, naked and freed from varnish. You not often apply such gloss to them however you do guarantee they’re clear, lower and presentable. I do know you’ll be able to see me them. I do know you’re questioning whether or not I’m going to decrease my great mouth to them and suck them or chunk them. I’m not going to do both of these issues however you’re unsure.

I can inform that you’re as a result of your apprehension is flowing from you and I’m consuming that in. That tiny shudder you simply gave was not from the cool air that permeates this twilight house. No, that was indicative of the apprehension which has taken maintain of you. I do know you’re stood at a fork in your thoughts. I do know what you can be considering. I do know as a result of I make you suppose this fashion, why else would I do it? I do it for management. I management all the things about you.

You stand at that fork questioning whether or not I’ll lead you down the road to explosive pleasure or down the darkish street in direction of harm and ache. You haven’t any concept which it will likely be as a result of as you have got come to study these previous few months, I’m able to each. Must you really feel excited? Must you really feel nervous? Which is to be? Hush now, don’t converse. Oh I do know that you just need to converse, you can’t assist your self. You need to ask. At all times the questioning isn’t it?

Ask, query, question, problem and so forth. Not now. You need the reply however you aren’t getting that reply. Not but. I make a delicate shushing sound. Is it a noise of reassurance, that which the doting mom offers to the brand new born offspring or is the noise of patronising chastisement, treating you want a baby? You have no idea. How I experience your confusion.

I do know you’re looking at my face desperately in search of some type of clue, some trace, some acknowledgement of what’s going on in my delinquent thoughts. You might be denied. My face is frozen, mouth set straight, forehead neither raised or furrowed, eyebrows unyielding after which there are my eyes. You can’t see your self anymore in them. I’ve stopped that in the meanwhile.

Normally you get to see precisely what you need to see in them. Whether or not it’s pleasure, hope, love, ardour, pleasure, intrigue and a lot extra. You might be solely seeing what I do know you need to see as a result of I replicate from these eyes what’s displaying in your eyes. You don’t look upon me.

You look upon your self. That has modified tonight. Now two impenetrable black orbs are all you can see. The place the place you normally lose your self has grow to be misplaced to you. You will see no succour for you there. You will see no reassurance or indication of what’s about to occur. That’s hidden from you now.

You make to difficulty an extra sound and a shake of my head halts you. My fingers hint the pink weal in your thigh, the pads of two of my fingers operating both aspect of this mark. One other shudder and I can sense you’re determined to talk purchase hush my expensive, hush my love, this isn’t the time for talking. I do know you’ll marvel why my fingers hint this mark.

Am I soothing you or reflecting on its origin? You haven’t any concept have you ever? I enable my fingers to maneuver upwards throughout the tender flesh of your thigh. Is it now that it’s going to occur or will I wait? You raise your left thigh in anticipation and I proceed to permit my fingers to float northwards. I hear your consumption of breath and know that once more you’re making in order to talk.

My hand leaves your thigh and I place one finger towards your lips. The gesture clear and unmistakable. The second the place you might need damaged the silence passes and I wait and wait some time longer earlier than I transfer my finger away. Your physique beside me is ramrod straight as you’re unable to chill out, each nerve-ending alert and bracing itself for no matter comes subsequent, no matter that is perhaps.

The skin of my hand brushes your delicate cheek, your spectacular complexion noticeable even on this half-light. A cheek that generally glows pink from the implications of my endeavours. Is it the glow of disgrace which can coat your cheek? Is it the surge of a passionate flush that may linger there? Or one thing else?

Now I have a look at your eyes and that is once I start to derive the true profit from this enforced silence. My eyes convey nothing. Yours inform me all the things. They flit forwards and backwards, scrutinising my face for some type of sign, some type of signal.

I’m not transmitting. I’m solely set to obtain and obtain I do as I drink within the earnest nervousness flooding out of your eyes. I see the try and mollify me as you enable these stunning, expressive eyes to succeed in out to me. I see the look of apprehension lower via the try because the nervousness returns.

You might be obedient now. Remaining silent, my repeated exhortations, delicate and low, so that you can stay silent have been heeded. Now you are attempting to talk to me utilizing your eyes and you’re doing so magnificently. The dearth of noise, the absence of speech, now makes the feelings in your eyes 100 occasions extra intense. I soak up these emotions which flood out of your eyes.

I drink them in, consuming them for my very own profit. Because of this it really works so properly. Full management of you as you lie there, nonetheless, unmoving on the mattress, slight and occasional tremble out of your limbs as you wait in conflicting anticipation for what could come. What is going to it’s this time? How will I take care of you? There might be no spoken protestation, no elucidated request for affirmation, solely this persevering with silence, punctuated once in a while by my hushing you.

My eyes stay locked on yours as my left hand as soon as once more begins to glide about your physique. The lightest of touches which glides from throat, to breast and to abdomen. Backwards and forwards strikes my hand, like some wizard commencing the gesticulations for his spell-casting. My spell is already working as you stay frozen, barely daring to maneuver, solely permitting your chest to rise along with your respiration and your eyes to dart left and proper, nonetheless probing, nonetheless looking for these solutions.

Hush my darling, hush my expensive, hush my love.

My hand rises after which clamps over your mouth.

Your eyes widen. Concern and pleasure preventing towards each other and all of the whereas giving me what I want.

Hush.

 

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