To Color Your Life

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, pulling the girl into his lap.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't scream," he replied calmly, holding her in that position with an arm around her waist. Kelly had no choice but to put her hands on his shoulders.

"I'm not going to scream for you to hear me."

The man's velvet voice gave goosebumps down the girl's spine. Its husky notes seemed familiar to Kelly. This was not the first time she had spoken to Barkens, but now it was as if she had heard him for the first time. And at the same time, it seemed to her that this voice had been familiar to her for a very long time.

What the hell is this? The fifth glass of wine was obviously too much for the evening. Everything was too much now. Too much, but too alluring.

"I don't hate you. I respect you, so I say what I mean, and I am not throwing dust into your eyes." Gregor's face was as calm as ever, not a muscle twitched. He really looked like an indifferent cold-blooded serpent. But something in the depths of his eyes at that moment made the girl's heart beat faster.

She was drawn to plunge into this depth, which now resembled the night sea. And the dim lamp that illuminated the nearby path might have passed for a pitiful likeness of the moon. Its light could highlight the danger that lurked in this abyss. But they were sitting too far from this light.

"Your problem is, Kelly Ohara, that you are always choosing weak men."

"Ha, what nonsense! Have you seen my guys? Yes, each of them could have knocked you down with one blow, Barkens," the girl burst out laughing, trying to distract herself from the touch of a man who was slowly drawing circles at the bottom of her back with his thumb.

Gregor grinned, "You're confusing hard for soft again, Ohara. At your age, it's time to know that size doesn't matter. Skill is what counts the most."

The man's ambiguous response only intensified the heat building up inside the girl's body.

His other hand rested on her thigh.

"A man in bed and in life does not need a partner with balls. He needs a woman. Yes, there are exceptions, but in your case, they are not relevant."

"I do not understand."

It seems that the wine has completely dissolved in her blood, because Kelly was already beginning not to care what their conversation was about. All of her receptors focused on the spots where the man was touching her body.

Unobtrusive, but enough to get the message across.

"Ohara, you turn on the control where it shouldn't be. It's like you are trying to compete with a man in the matter of who has a bigger one. Instead of listening to what they tell you, you force them to accept your opinion. Even in our conversation, you are pulling the same trick. As a result, a man, realizing that he cannot fight you forcefully like a man, decides to give up. By your behavior, you castrate your own men, and then you lose interest in them."

"That is, do you think I should stick my tongue in my ass and do as a man tells me?! Who is he to push me around! I also have dignity and my own opinion!"

Gregor smiled. Yes, after all, it was not a lioness, but a yard cat, not accustomed to affection. 

"Oh, your dignity is huge! Your balls are bigger than those of most of the men. Who are they to push you around, huh? Get yourself a housewife boyfriend. He will go for a manicure while you are at work, and in the evening he will meet you with a romantic dinner. Well, or lying on the couch with a bottle of beer. That will depend on how lucky you are."

"I don't want that. I want a strong... real one," the girl drooped. But at first, they all seemed exactly like that. Then something happened. Or did she make them that way herself? Orders, requirements, control.

Barkens ran his hand down Kelly's back, drawing her to him, "If you want strong, let yourself be weak. So that he can protect you. It will be much easier if you let the man next to you be the man."

"It's complicated. I think I'm used to being on top."

Gregor tilted his head to the side, studying the girl's face. Something in her gaze allowed him to get an answer to an unspoken question.

"On top, like now?" he smiled mysteriously and pressed the girl to the groin, "Hmm, I don't feel anything wrong between your legs. Are you sure?"

But Kelly really felt it. And as Barkens put it earlier, the balls were clearly not hers. This conversation initially went the wrong way, it was too late to change anything. And no one really wanted to change anything.

His hand buried in the girl's hair. With a deft movement, the man turned her over and laid her back on the bench, leaving his palm on the back of her head.

This little detail seemed so significant to Kelly at that moment that she gasped.

"You know, Ohara, I think I drank too much today." The man froze over her. "You have no more than a minute - that's how long my nobility can last, so I can take you to your room or order a taxi."

Kelly glanced at Gregor. He was completely different from those with whom she was used to dating. Maybe that's why the sensations were now completely different?

"I don't take a taxi alone at such a late hour," the girl whispered and touched the man's cheek with her hand. His skin was cool. "And I don't have my own room either."

Barkens closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they seemed to get even darker.

A slight smile touched the man's lips. "Then I suggest you stay overnight in mine," he replied and covered the girl's mouth with a kiss.

Too hot compared to his cool skin.

Too alluring to resist the call of the blood that ignited in their veins.

Still, the last glass of wine was too much.

But today Kelly decided to forgive herself for this weakness.