Tiger's Obsession (4 page)

"You're smearing yourself with condensed milk!" He exclaims with his hoarse and gentle voice and his forefinger glides over my soft and delicate
skin, between the neckline of my dress and removes all the condensed milk from me.

My heart races, I feel a shudder inside me, my eyes enlarges in fear.

What does his
audacious attitude
wish for?

Condensed milk
or
me?

I look in his direction and he licks slowly the condensed milk on his forefinger as his intense eyes magnetize mine.

"It's a delight!"

Again I shudder at his seductive voice to my left. The driver raises his neck and tries to see through the rearview mirror.

Larsson comprehends my shyness through my cheeks burning with shame, so he looks forward and tries to ignore his sassy and malicious attitude.

"Sorry." He finally says, pulling his overcoat and adapting it to his body, and his gaze remains persistent at the front glass of the car. "I scared you."

"I am not used to hearing these kinds of insinuations, it sounds like..."

I am interrupted.

"Indiscreet." He concludes.

I agree with him, abdicating my own words. He takes hold of my silence and orders me.

"Finish eating your popcorn!" his elbow remains against the car glass and he touches again his lips with his index finger. "And lick your fingers!"

He proposes and looks at me. "They are sticky with condensed milk.

I remain silent and quietly I touch the tip of my tongue on my thumb and also on my index finger and remove all the condensed milk from them.

But Larsson looks discreetly at
me, at my fingers getting the touch of my hot wet tongue.

He smiles with his locked
lips, maliciously.

My acts seem to get twisted on his mind, which seems to be the mind of a perverted and experienced man.

Chapter 6

We go into the house and Larsson walks to a bar counter in steel, with four black seats, several crystal glasses are hanging down from the bar ceiling.

On the wall there is a collection of drinks of all kinds. He holds two glasses between his fingers and put them on the bar counter, picks up an imported pineapple-brandy and
slowly fills the two glasses.

I remain standing at the opening in the division of two rooms and observe all his gestures, he wants to induce me to accompany him in an alcoholic beverage, I imagine.

"Approach me!" he orders, raises his glass and drinks his liquor in light tint and exclaims completely seduced. “Pineapple Liquor."

I walk unhurriedly toward the counter and stand before the bar.
He is on the other side, still standing.

"Try! You'll love it!"

I stare scared at the glass on the counter. He tries to hold back a laugh with his fingers on his lips.

"Sorry." He says.
"I find diversion at your scared posture! Relax! I will not take your
virginity."

I blush and remain silent, the word
'virginity'
sounds so intimate, that talking about it bothers me.

"If it is you still have it." He insists, looking into my eyes
again drinks his liquor and savors it as if he was savoring the taste of any woman.

I turn my body and begin walking away from there.

"I go to sleep." I inform him with rebellion.

Larsson abandons his on the counter, walks with his long steps and stops in front of me.

"I'm sorry Emily." His hand's backside touches my face. "I speak these things in joke."

I raise my head and stare at his face.

"Excuse Me Larsson TIGER, but I do not approve these types of jokes."

His
hand's backside downs through my neck, over my shoulder and stops towards my left breast.

"Your heart is beating very strong."

He insinuates and removes his hand from me. The little brightness that comes from some luminaries distributed by the house slightly lightens our faces.

"Sometimes you scare me!"

I confess him and keep my parted lips, we stare at each other intensely and his eyes are so lit, so intense and my mind requires suffocating one kiss of him.

He gets closer and gazes at my breasts. His arms cross my ribs and he presses me against his body. I feel his hot breath against mine.

"At the same time I
feel I am so safe
in your arms, I also
feel I am so lost in them."
I whisper close to his chest, closing my eyes and then open them again.

His right hand goes up my neck and pulls strongly my hair, making me stare at his face, and another tug more intense comes up and I look into his attractive
eyes.

As green as much as Amazon's
jungle.

His lips move smoothly through the skin of my throat and travels through the tip of my chin.

Our breaths become panting and he removes his lips from my chin and walks away from me.

"Let's
sleep! And
do not take into account that little slip!"

Larsson orders with indifference and keeps walking slowly, however, I remain standing like a lifeless sculpture, and my eyes are fixed on nothing, showing my disappointment at the second insinuated kiss and not concluded in fact.

"Why do you never kiss me?"

I ask him as I keep my back to him.

He remains going on. "Because I avoid
compromising acts."

He goes ahead and I hear his footsteps going up the stairs, I close my eyes and try to hold a tear in my eyes, but this tear is so stubborn and rolls down my face.

Chapter 7

"Come into fucking!"

I hear a male voice murmuring, as I approach carefully a partially dark room.

Before my eyes I see the varnished wood walls, some pool cues hanging on a wall. A pool table and three red lights above it, which are hung on a white ceiling.

On another wall are pictures of
tigers
in wooden frames.

My apprehensive look encircles the dark room and stops before Larsson TIGER's image, standing beside the pool table, holding
an ivory cue.

"It's your turn, Larsson TIGER." He says in low voice to himself.

Larsson bends, aiming his cue at a red ball and shoots his cue against it. The red ball rolls on various angles and falls on the second hole to the left of the pool table.

A
t that moment, he looks toward the passage and see a shadow beside the ajar door.

"I am not used to playing with people watching me on the sly."

His voice sounds rude and I see it as a
correction.

"Sorry, I'll leave you alone." I answer still hidden behind the door.

"Stay!" He ordains and rests his cue's tip on the ground.

I cease my steps and walk slowly into the playroom. I do not know what
my interest in staying there is, not even I have any interest in games at pool table.

However, my answer comes quickly when I face Larsson TIGER's green
eyes, being illuminated by red lights; however, parts of his body are dark due to poor lighting in this site.

My eyes runs down and goes below his half naked chest , he wears
pajama pants in black satin and a also robe in satin black, he surrounds the pool table and I can see an image of tiger embroidered on the back of his Satin robe . His feet were shoeless and he steps slightly on the playroom floor,

I stop beside the pool table and watch him
playing.

"Do you have the habit of playing alone?"

He looks at me; hold a chalk and smoothes the tip of his cue. "I challenge myself."

H
e blows on the tip of his cue, removing excess of chalk on it.

My eyebrows bounce off my forehead, as I am finding this all is very exotic. Someone who challenges himself. This attitude seems to be more of a person who does not like or never accepts losing.

"Apparently, you hate to lose!" I comment looking at the yellow ball on the table with green surface.

He realizes that I'm looking at the yellow ball, then he
takes aim at that ball with the tip of his cue and shakes it with a fierce shot, the ball rotates by six or seven times and falls on the last right hole next to me.

He raises his head, stares at me and his eyes are more lit and bright. "I always triumph over."

I shrug my shoulders and tremble before his audacious, challenging and stunning look.

He
seems to invite me to play another type of game. This involves caresses, whispers, moans and much pleasure. In that game all the people involved in it never lose.

He walks to the other side and takes aim at the last black ball and another flawlessly shot and the ball falls on the second hole to his right.

He gets raised up and stares at me again with his ablaze green eyes. He loses his cue on the table and walks slowly towards me.

Larsson TIGER stands before me and stares at me from head to foot, seizing me and finally he realizes that I'm in a
marked-waist dress in salmon color.

His cold stare makes me move backward and my hands and my bum lean against the side of the pool table.

I feel like my skin starts burning and flaming in desire, how I wish he touch me and kiss me.

However, he remains motionless, just daring me with magnetism of his eyes.

If this is one of their
games of seduction,
he knows to do it perfectly well.

Because right now I'm dying to fly on his neck and begs him to kiss me. But
it lacks me the courage and boldness to do it.

My lips are parted expecting the soft touch of his lips on mine, and nothing ends up happening, I slide my hands on the pool table and try to hold it as if I was holding Larsson TIGER's flesh.

He looks at the movements of my hands and smiles maliciously, already imagining what they represent.

His
lips come near my chin and I automatically close my eyes, as I am already waiting them on my lips. But his mouth slides onto my left ear; he slides the tip of his tongue over it and says quietly next to my ear.

"I so easily seduce women." he smirks and continues saying. "And I always leave them wanting a kiss from mine."

He removes his face from my ear and walks back, still looking at me, and I am flushed, anger and shame with desire.

Who should be doing this little game of seduction is me and not him, I think.

What the hell! Why does he never kiss me?

He walks on and stops at the
game room door and even he being with his back to the game room and to me, he tries to say with a teasing smile. "It's funny!"

T
hen he walks by the hall and go to his luxurious bedroom.

Chapter 8

I also walk to my room and shut the door behind me. I recline my back against the wooden door and look up at the ceiling. I close my eyes and try to feel TIGER Larsson's lips on mine.

What feeling would his kiss would provoke me?

I shudder and leave a sigh, as I am imagining his hands covering my body.

I open my eyes and walk to my bed, pull my dress from the bottom up and remove it from my body above my head. I throw the dress on the bed, now I'm just wearing
a cotton pantie.

I turn off the table-lamp and everything gets dark, I lie in bed and try to fall asleep without trying to imagine how Larsson TIGRE'''S kiss taste could be.

Or that would steal my serene sleep for many hours.

Chapter 9

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Larsson turns to one side of his bed, as he is lying on a dark bed, full of huge black cushions, with prints of
tigers;
his blanket is black with a
tiger's
face printed on it.

Beside his bed, there is a small table with a black table-lamp, and some personal items.

Behind his bed, there is a glass wall, which he can clearly see the outdoor garden of his mansion.

He opens his green
eyes, after he hear a distant roar.

"ZULU!"

The host exclaims at himself, throws his blanket aside and comes out of his bed, wearing only his black satin pants.