His breath came in short hiccups as the siren above him moved rhythmically. She had his hands caged above his head and her lips made a slow dance down his throat to the crook of his neck, resting just below his nipple. If Om, the Rockstar, were to die in this moment, he would go with a smile on his face. And Gauri would be his cause of death. As their bodies danced a dance as old as time, he couldn't fathom what made him let her go all those years ago.
"I gave up a world for you", she had said as he dismissed her and lived to regret every minute since. She had been so giving and he took and took until there was nothing left of her to give. Still she stayed, hoping he would come back. Gauri had regrets too but none since she left him. It was the being with him a part that haunted her dreams. She couldn't believe that young girl who had got down on her knees and clung to his feet when he callously sent her away. A woman in love has no pride she had reasoned, it turned out to be naivete. For he did not share her affections. No, he had but one use for her. His muse, they called her.
Their relationship was public fodder. Their nights the subject of his love songs, their fights the lyrics of his ballads, but their breakup had been the worst. He had dragged her name through the mud in his blind rage. She wouldn't know it at the time, but it was the first of many. He would call it off, write a song, only to come back to her for more album material. And here she though he'd loved her, that he couldn't do without her. He had played her for a fool!
Well, she was a fool no more! Gauri had grown up. Not grown out love, she acknowledged, but matured enough to hide her feelings from plain sight. This man did not deserve to know the lengths she fought for him, he didn't deserve her unconditional adoration. If he thought she would be the June Cleaver he had once imagined, he had another thing coming.
The new Gauri was in control, she did not let a little huddle like sexual chemistry get in the way. She could take charge in the bedroom and out.
"Gauri, Gauri, Gauri", he chanted her name like a prayer to the skies. His eyes were shut tight in concentration, his upper lip beaded with sweat. She ran her fingers through his scalp and pulled his hair until he could no longer block her out. "Look at me", she commanded. "Look at who is making you lose control. Who owns you?"
And for the first time in all there years together, neither had any doubt.
"You do Gauri. Only you. Only ever you. Mind, body and soul".
She smirked at his reply, reveled in it. She had waited a long time for him to give up, give in to her willingly.
"Good. Now I am going to show you how I make my pet a very happy man".
She kissed him then and proceeded to do just that.
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