LOVING HIM TO DEATH

I heard it….. loud and clear.

My hand instantly flew to the mini stereo set that sat at the edge of the bathtub and turned off the music, then listened again.

But everything was now silent and calm.

“Lionel?” I called out, uncertainty drawing patterns above my face.

No answer.

“Baby? Lionel?” I called again, but the whole room was still….. too silent.

I knew I had heard it…… the shattering of plates and a thud.

I had heard something.

Should I be done with my bathing or go check immediately? Maybe it had been the beats from the music, I thought to myself.

But why wasn’t he answering?

That was the mistake I made.

I turned back the music and continued my luxury soaking, sipping my martini like it was the tastiest juice in the world.

But at the back of my head, I felt an uneasiness I couldn’t explain.

My hand gently went through my breast and that tingle flowed through my body….. I moaned.

“Lionel baby, come join me. I need you,” I yelled over the music.

No response!

Had he stepped out?

I giggled to myself as my fingers rolled over my cl*t.

I wanted fun, but I knew Lionel would feel so left out if I didn’t wait for him.

I rose up from the scented water….. watching the water cascade down my hourglass figure….. I stared at my image in the huge mirror that was naughtily placed in front of the tub.

I was a beautiful sculpture.

I grabbed the towel, then decided against it.

Lionel would appreciate the premium view he would get when he came back.

“A little show for him won’t hurt,” I snickered to myself as I dried my body carefully.

I smelt heavenly, I purred.

My fingers again went down….. deep down, and I moaned again.

I was so wet, and the thought of my hands rubbing through his muscles and hair as he nibbled on my nipple made me almost yell out in ecstasy.

I cleaned up again, but there was no stopping the fountain of goodness dripping down my legs.

I had to wait for Lionel.

But where had he gone?

I tiptoed out into the room but froze in my steps halfway.

The room was dark and all the lights were turned off.

“Lionel?” I called out again, but there wasn’t any sound at all.

My heart skipped a beat, pounding hard against my chest.

Not from fright….. but in excitement.

Could he have prepared a surprise for me?

I giggled audibly.

I tried to locate the switch, but my tiny toenie stormed into something hard and I squealed out in pain.

“The fuck! Fuck you, Lionel,” I cursed.

I groped and finally found the switch.

Flipping the lights on, I swerved the room.

My mouth turned dry as my hand flew to it.

There!

I had heard right.

There were broken plates and food chunks on the floor.

My pulse raced as my heart pumped more blood….. more blood than needed.

My eyelids flickered and my hands shook violently as I stared at the figure lying close to the side of the bed, a broken ceramic protruding from his chest…… blood drawing a large circle where he lay. His eyes wide open….. staring at me with a ghostly gaze.

Lionel!