My finger pressed the button below the speaker, allowing me to inquire after the person who had disrupted my leisurely afternoon. The screen revealed a short gentleman waiting outside the secured door to gain entry into my building.
“Who’s calling?” my voice was stern.
“It’s Federal Express ma’am. I have a package for a Leila King.”
I was curious who had sent me a package. I did not recall ordering anything lately. My finger pressed the other button under the speaker, unlocking the door for him. “Thank you, I’ll be right up!” He stated as he was entering the building. I waited on the other side of my door until I heard three solid raps on the wood from the hallway. Before releasing the deadbolt and unfastening the security chain, I peered through the peephole in the center of the door. The short, squatty delivery man stood on the other side. His round figure exaggerated by the round shape of the eyehole I looked through. Unfastening all the locks, I turned the doorknob and greeted him with a polite smile.
In his hands, he held a long, rectangular box. The Federal Express stickers prominently placed on several sides of the package. He grinned back at me, his smile forcing his rounded cheeks up farther. In his other hand, he held a device that he scanned the barcode on the front of the oblong box before lifting it in my direction. I eyed the box curiously as I thanked him and handed him a few dollars as a tip which he stuffed into his pocket, pressing one finger up against his lips. SSsshhh! Our little secret! His gesture seemed to say. He turned on his heel and bounced slowly back in the direction of the stair well.
Still staring at the package, I turned away from the door, securing it with my free hand before I walked through the living area and back to the dining table. There was no return address listed. Just my name and address, a large red RUSH! Sticker stuck at an angle above the mailing label.
For a moment, I thought they were flowers, sent by one of my admirers. Who would be so kind but Matthew to send me more of my favorite blooms. I lifted it toward my ear, tilting my head toward the cardboard as I did so and shook it gently. From outside the box, I heard a distinct tumbling sound, as if something dense were inside. More solid than the stems of delicate flowers.
I grabbed a steak knife from the butcher block in the kitchen and cut careful slits through the packing tape that sealed my surprise gift inside. My hands trembled slightly as I opened the lid and revealed layers of jet-black tissue paper with silver heart confetti fused to the surface. It was not my birthday, nor was it any special holiday, I was perplexed. I carefully dug through the crinkled papers until the true gift surfaced. My breath caught in my throat instantly, my heart skipping several beats in an obvious spike in my blood pressure.
Laying inside the carefully placed tissue was a medium length riding crop. The stiff leather triangle tip fixed to the shaft with dark red threading. A braided web of nylon surrounded the center and was secured to the handle by the same stitching. The handle itself is what caught my attention. I had seen it before, once in a dream several months back. The end of the handle carved from ornate wood was swirling around a red stone which had gold overlay roped around the edges and across the center. Directly in the middle of the red stone, a gold letter “G” had been placed. It was surreal, like a sensation of dejavu, a large knot settled deep in my stomach. I felt dizzy and nauseated, to the point I had to take several sips of water to rid myself of the sensation of pending vomit in the bottom of my throat.
Very few people who knew of my alter ego that actually knew who I was in the real world. Among those were my most trusted friends. I briefly considered Master Jason or Mistress Liliana, but thought better of it. Jason was more likely to present it to me in front of our colleagues at the Red Velvet Room, causing a big spectacle, as opposed to ship it secretly to my home. Mistress Liliana was more of an option, although I felt she would have hand-delivered it, clapping her hands together rapidly like a child as I opened the gift in front of her. Through process of elimination, the only soul standing was my precious pet. He was that thoughtful and considerate and did hold me in that high of regard. And he obviously had access to the kind of money something that detailed would have cost. I traced the gold letter with my finger, a warm feeling in my chest. I was deeply touched by his tribute and I would surely reward him for his thoughtfulness.
I did not continue my search on the world wide web. Instead, I powered down my poor, aging laptop and shut the screen. Replacing it in its home in my bedroom I skipped toward my closet. I had the perfect outfit in mind. Matthew’s gift matched a dark red corset with black, lace overlay that cinched tightly at the waist to accentuate the curve of my hips. Out of the drawer I dug out the matching garter belt and thong and selected a pair of sheer, lace thigh-highs. I chose the more ornate of my masks, if only to meander through the lobby disguised from the person manning the counter against the wall. They had only seen me when I was wearing a mask.
Glancing at the clock, I was disappointed to discover it was only 5:00 PM. Matthew was not due at my apartment until 8:00. I had three whole hours to burn. My stomach rumbled slightly, reminding me I had not eaten since that morning when I consumed the egg-white omelet Matthew carefully crafted before his departure sometime early in the morning as I slept. That would eat up at least an hour.
Get it, eat up?? Ha Ha, I am hilarious! My silent voice shouted in my mind. Chuckling lowly at my humorous self, I retrieved several items to craft a healthy salad from the refrigerator. With what I had planned for Matthew, I wanted to eat light to avoid any digestive issues later that evening.
I had a leftover, grilled chicken breast that would go nicely with the light, blue cheese dressing I had selected. Red onion, cherry tomatoes, shredded carrots and Romaine lettuce blended with fresh, baby spinach. I topped it with croutons and crumbled blue cheese for added tang. Bacon bits adding to the overall flavor of the dish. Settling in at the dining room table, I ate my salad slowly, enjoying the combination of flavors. I washed it down with a glass of brewed, iced tea. When I was finished, I rinsed my plate off into the garbage disposal and stacked my dishes in the right side of the sink. I would wash that later. Now it was time to prepare for my pet.
The corset hugged my curves perfectly. Black, satin strips were sewn along the boning as a contrast to the red peeking through the lace beneath it. I pulled the garter belt over my hips and rested them at the top of the pelvic bone, tightening it in place from behind to keep it from creeping down. Silky stockings covered my shapely legs as I fastened them in place using the garter straps. I slid the thong up my thighs over the garter belt and stood up to look at myself in the full-length mirror.
Dark fabrics contrasted against my pale skin. The red of the corset stood out nicely underneath the lace and the stockings glistened slightly in the light. I spent a little extra on those stockings because amongst the nylon, tiny silver strands were woven to give it a shimmering effect. I turned slightly so I could view myself from several angles before nodding my head in agreement with my stunning appearance. Before exiting the closet, I grabbed the mask and some black, stiletto heels.
Sitting down in front of the mirror in my bathroom, I painted on the perfect face. I knew Matthew preferred the naughty look, so I accented my eyes with thick, black eyeliner, exaggerated at the corners of my eyes to resemble a cat. Smokey-look eyeshadow darkened my eyelids and I brushed thickening mascara onto my eyelashes. Touching dark, red lip stain to my mouth that matched the red of the corset, I completed my look. My hair hung in long, red curls past my shoulder, framing my face as they cascaded down like the brush strokes of a passionate artist, completing her masterpiece.
By the time I finished cultivating my perfect look, it was nearly time for Matthew to arrive. I placed my new riding crop into the holster at my waist and waited for him to announce his presence. When I received the message he was downstairs on my cell phone, I was well prepared to greet him.
I unfastened the locks and allowed him entry as I pretended to need more time to prepare. I
enjoyed making him wait, his anticipation would add to his passion and desire for me later. Leaving him waiting in the living area, perched on the edge of the couch like an impatient child, I took one final look at myself in the mirror before emerging and announcing to him that I was ready.
The look on his face said it all, he was mesmerized as he watched me approach him, swaying my hips back and forth in an exaggerated movement intended on drawing attention to my feminine shape. He gaped at me, I did not usually decorate myself to his desire, but to what I deemed necessary. Not on this evening. Tonight, it was all about Matthew. What I had decided to decorate myself with was obvious to his liking as I could not help but notice his rigid cock pressing against his fly, tenting his pleated pants forward in the front.
Tracing the fingernail of my pointer finger around the tip of his passionate display of desire, I smiled at him. He let out a soft moan as I teased him momentarily through the fabric of his pants. Unwilling to spoil the evening right then, although I could have devoured him on the spot, I skipped away from him suddenly toward the kitchen to retrieve my purse and keys. He regarded me curiously as I reached his position again.
“You are to drive my pet. I will direct you. I have a big surprise for you,” I lowered my gaze and he nodded slowly.
When we exited my apartment and I had secured my door, we made our way carefully down the stairs to his BMW that was parallel parked along the curb. A full three hours still paid for on the meter. Matthew intended to be there a while. We pulled away from the curb once we were inside and I indicated which way we were headed.
Matthew pulled his car into the parking garage of the penthouse I had directed him to, marveling at the immense structure. He looked at me directly, apparent questions dancing behind his eyes. I simply smiled at him in response to his inquisitive stare.
Tying my mask securely behind my head and adjusting it to the proper fit, I prepared to exit the vehicle. Matthew looked up the height of the building and marveled at the structure before we entered the glass doors leading to the lobby. I led Matthew through the lobby of the building, sparing a glance and a nod at the gentleman behind the reception counter before ducking into the elevator that would carry us up to our final destination and pressing several buttons to input the code that would allow us access to the penthouse. The elevator chimed when we reached the top floor and the door slid open, revealing to my pet the sight of the immaculate penthouse Gordon Roth had paid an undisclosed amount of money for.
Looking on pleased as Matthew’s eyes flitted back and forth, trying to take in as much at once as possible. I was elated as I grasped his hand in mind and led him into the space, the elevator doors whisking shut behind us and heading back down to collect as group of waiting passengers. He took in the room with his eyes but remained silent. I knew Gordon would not be available this evening as I had access to his personal calendar which indicated he was previously engaged in another function. We had the place to ourselves and I wanted to express my gratitude toward Matthew for the wonderful gift he sent me in the best way possible.
We approached the other side of the penthouse where the crucifix was, facing out the massive glass windows. I turned to face him and retrieved my new crop from the holster I had fastened it to. Holding it up for him to see, I smiled at him. He looked at my new implement of discipline and cocked his head to the side inquisitively. The look on his face was one of confusion and curiosity. As though he had no idea why I was presenting the crop to him in such a fashion. I began to think that perhaps he had not sent it after all. This led to a whirlwind of thoughts as I attempted to come up with an alternate person who could have sent it.
“My pet, did you not send this wonderful piece to my apartment?” I stared at him hoping I was wrong and that he would confirm he had.
“No, Goddess, I have never seen that crop before. Although I wish I had, it is remarkable,” I suddenly felt like the air in the room was too warm. If not Matthew, then who?
Instead of punishing Matthew as I had planned, we spent the evening in the penthouse, staring out at the ocean. The moon cast its glow on the waves, a cascade of sparkles as they crashed into the shore. He did not ask any questions, which was appropriate, but I knew he was dying to know how I had procured such a location. I was calm and relaxed as we reclined on the large bed, his strong arm around me comforting and reassuring. I turned to him and offered him a brief explanation.
“My pig-headed boss, Gordon Roth, bought this penthouse for me. He has provided me with a proper kingdom in which I can play undetected and out from in front of prying eyes.” Matthew’s eyes flashed, anger and resentment settled on his face. I knew he would not approve but he offered no reply. “Worry not my pet, you are my prized possession,” my statement appeared to ease his tension, but his face remained a mask of contentment. To emphasize my point, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, his face softened immediately at my touch.
We settled in and as I started to feel the sleepiness creep up on me, I snuggled closer to him, my head lying gently on his strong shoulder. He rubbed my arm with his hand. His touch sent a warm sensation through my body as I relaxed further and started to spiral down into a deep sleep. I was on top of the world for the moment, something I could rarely say in my reality. I was grateful for his presence, he was my constant and always made me feel at ease. My perfect pet.
-30-
When I awoke Monday morning to ready myself for work, I felt a little under the weather. Not enough to call off, but enough to hold me on the edge of waves of nausea. My stomach churned and I felt like I would lose what little was in there. I threw the covers off my body, hoping the cooler air would ease the sensation. Instead, my stomach lurched and I sprung from the bed toward the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I started heaving. Just when I thought I was finished expelling bile and stomach acid into the porcelain bowl, the smell and sight of it was enough to have me heaving again.
Shaking slightly as I finally felt comfortable enough to raise myself from the tile floor, a cold sweat forming across my forehead, I went to the sink and splashed cold water onto my face. My breaths were starting to return to normal as I took several sips of water from my hands cupped beneath the faucet. I looked in the mirror and noticed my face was flushed and my chest was reddened from the effort. I must have caught a flu virus somewhere and it was rearing its ugly head, creating misery wherever it went. I made a mental note that if it continued, I would make an appointment with my doctor. It was time to refill my birth control pills anyway and I could kill two birds with one stone.
The hot water of the shower felt good on my skin as it ran down my body from the shower head above me. I had lost some time this morning and knew that I would be running behind, especially once I hit the freeway that always seemed to be in a permanent state of gridlock. Dressing quickly and fixing my hair in a high bun on top of my head, I grabbed my purse and cell phone and headed out the door.
As predicted, the freeway held me captive for an additional hour. That would not go over well with Mr. Roth, I was sure of it. I could almost hear him in my head chastising me as I drove into the parking garage and found an empty stall. Pulling my car in cautiously, I threw it into park and swiftly opened the door. I was in such a hurry I nearly forgot to turn and lock the door. After I had done so, I rushed toward the elevator and scurried inside when the doors slid open in front of me. My stomach turned a little as the elevator began is decent to the ground floor. In order to keep from getting sick again, I placed my cool hand over my mouth and concentrated on my breathing until I was liberated from the tiny space.
When I made it to my floor, I scurried across the foyer to my office door. The light was on inside and it was cracked open, a sliver of light escaping through the opening and spilling onto the floor underneath. I was a little irritated already, knowing that the only other person who had access to my personal space, was Mr. Roth himself. I took in a deep, cleansing breath as I swung the door open and discovere
d him rifling through several files on top of my desk. He looked frustrated and I knew instantly I was about to hear about it.
“It’s nice of you to finally show up,” he growled at me. I narrowed my eyes at him. Instead of replying, I went to the other side of my desk and tore the drawer open, throwing my purse inside, I slammed the drawer back shut. He jumped slightly and looked at me. It was hard to tell by the look on his face what he was thinking, but it occurred to me it was not his typical mask of disdain. Rather, it was the face of someone who was toying with another person. I dismissed this thought and continued to power on my desktop computer.
“Is there anything in particular I can help you find,” I finally said something in return, but I did not address his comment. He flipped through several pages of the file he had opened before looking up at me.
“If you could get yourself together long enough to file something properly, I would not have to search so diligently for things I need. Why the files for the Maxwell case were not left with Ms. Salas for me to retrieve, is beyond me. Now I will be late for court and you are to blame,” he stopped speaking and lowered his gaze to meet mine. My face was flushed, I could feel the heat rising into my neck and knew had to concentrate hard not to wear my irritation obviously on my face.
I walked silently to the filing cabinet, opened the second drawer down from the top, flipped through a few files and pulled one out. Stomping back to where he stood, I shoved the files toward him. He looked at me, I could see amusement dancing behind his eyes and this only served to agitate me further. Mr. Roth reached out and took the file from my hand and, without saying a word, exited my office, leaving the mess he created behind for me to take care of.
When I had cleaned up his mess and returned the files he had scattered across the surface of my desk and sat down at my desktop, I barely had two seconds to try and open my email when the intercom on my phone buzzed.
Goddess: A Femme Domme Erotica Novel Page 20