by Amy Brent
He encouraged me to be more than that and maybe that’s why I feel so close to him. He’ll look after me, I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t hurt me if he’d ever thought about doing such a thing, he would have done it by now. He hasn’t and I should give him benefit of the doubt.
I smile as I quickly jump in and rinse myself and then jump back out of the shower. Olivia would die for a shower like this, from the moment it’s switched on the water’s hot. I don’t need to wait twenty minutes like Olivia’s apartment, sometimes we have to wait ten minutes just to get lukewarm water.
I don’t look tired, if anything I look refreshed compared to the last few weeks. I observe my face for a second thinking about what Blake keeps telling me. That I’m beautiful and I drop the towel on the floor. I wouldn’t do that back home, but knowing that I’m in a place where people cook for me, clean up after me, makes me react differently. As soon as I leave the bathroom I run back in. There may be maids, cleaners and cooks, but it doesn’t mean that I have to start acting as if I belong in this world. I do to a certain degree for this week, but after then I’ll be the cook, cleaner and the maid to anyone willing to pay. If Blake really doesn’t want me anymore. I shake my head and smile as I look in the mirror, “Of course, he does!”
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I walk down the hallway in my robe hoping that I don’t bump into a cleaner or even worse one of the other girls. The place is so quiet that it’s airy and I’m not used to following directions, but as I take a left and walk further down the hallway. I realize that his instructions are crystal clear. He says that the door has the number one on it. I go back a step and then take the watch out of my pocket, it’s two on the dot.
Phew!
I’m right on time. I don’t need to go back or retrace my steps, because I’m here. The place that he said that I needed to be. I stop for a second as my fist is in the air ready to knock the door.
Nothing.
I try it again.
Still nothing.
My heart’s racing out of control. I start to sweat as I did the first time I came into this house. I start to hyperventilate. The silence is killing me, both on the outside of this big oak door and the inside of the house.
It’s as if I’m the only one here. I wonder if he’s watching me?
I hear a noise as if someone’s coming up the stairs and I decide that I better go in. I’ll rather face what’s going on in there then I will do out here. I remember the way that the driver was speaking to me, the way he made me feel when I heard him talking to Veronica and Lourdes.
I know that it must be this door and Blake must be pushing me to the limit. That’s what he’s doing!
This is my last day and he wants to make sure that I’m a good submissive and that I’ll follow his rules if I stay. As I tug on to the brass handle and the door opens, I don’t feel scared thinking that this is all part of some test and like the one’s I took when I wanted to sell my virginity. I know that I can do it again.
The room seems as if it’s empty and there’s a dim light at the side of it. I walk into it, making sure that I close the door. Whoever’s coming up the stairs I don’t want them to see me walking around. Especially if it’s Lourdes.
I stuff the note in my hand and then I edge closer in and see the king-sized bed in front of me. It’s not like the four-poster bed in our room. This one is different, but the room has the same soft cream and white setting as the other room.
Why change rooms?
I don’t get why he’s made me come to a room that’s slightly bigger but has the same decor. Oh, and it has a balcony that leads from it. I want to go to it and see what’s outside, but then I’m paranoid about my robe.
And then as I look around the room, I’m just about to leave when once again I see an envelope. This time it’s addressed to me and sitting neatly on the center of the bed.
As I pick it up and read my name, “Lily Sinclaire” I think about it being so formal. Only Blake could have set this whole thing up, but why write my first and second name on it.
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Lily Sinclaire,
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The last few days have been better than I’ve ever imagined they would be. You have been more than a submissive and you should be proud of yourself for this reason.
I want you to enjoy yourself one last time before you leave.
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Please remove the robe and leave it on the bed. In your pocket you will find a blindfold. I know how much you liked it last time and I’m hoping this time you’ll enjoy it even more.
Cover your eyes.
Stand in the middle of the room and face the door.
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Blake
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My pocket?
I dig my hands inside the left one, just the note telling me to come here. Then in the right one, I discover the blindfold. He really doesn’t leave anything to chance and it’s as if he knew that I’d not look in the other pocket until now.
I read the instructions again and wonder why he keeps using my surname. It’s so formal as if this is a business instruction that he’s leaving for his secretary or something. I hold the blindfold to the light and I can’t see through it at all. I’ll be completely at his mercy as I was the other night. The thought of it all makes me tremble, but then it excites me at the same time.
I remember how I felt that day, completely at his mercy and he took care of me. He put a pillow at the arch of my back and my neck, just so that I wouldn't be hurt. It’s as if he’s always looking out for me. This is for my pleasure and he wants to make our last night in the house special. It doesn’t mean that this is the end. We’ll see each other again, I’m sure of it.
A smile appears on my face as I take off my robe. I’ve lost so much weight being here. Being at his beck and call has stopped me from going to the kitchen and having the odd snack. My meals have all been light ones, with salads for starters the main course is never fried food and a fruit for dessert.
I lay the robe on the bed, wishing that I’d had more time and I could have put on one of the sexy lingerie pieces in the closet. Then I remember the previous note. The first one that I’d found which clearly stated that I shouldn’t wear anything, but the bath robe.
I blush as I think about making myself blind to all that’s around me. I love the sensation of his touch when he surprises me and comes near when I have nothing else to focus on. There’s no distractions when I can’t see anything.
I carefully put the watch next to my robe and then I turn around and face the door. The last thing I’ll see before I put on the blind fold. I wonder if there’s anything that I’ve forgotten. I want to check both notes and see, but then as I stand my pulse starts to race as I wait attentively for his presence.
I didn’t have to wait long as I felt something on my hands.
“Good girl,” Blake hums as he took each hand and then wound them at my back and tied them. I wondered if he came through the door I’m facing and then it dawned on me. I never heard him pass me. He must have been in the room the whole time. I wonder what he was thinking as he saw me read the note.
Was he standing on the balcony, the one that I didn’t want to go near in case someone saw me standing in my bathing robe?
No, he couldn’t have been or I would have felt a cold breeze the moment he opened the door and stepped in. He must have been in the room the whole time. Watching me. Wondering if I’d abide by the rules, seeing as this was our last night in the house.
“I did everything you said Master.”
He laughs, “I know you did.”
“You were here?” my voice trembles thinking that I should have seen him if he was here the whole time, but I didn’t.
“Are you scared?”
I think that he can sense that from my voice and the fact that my hands are shaking. He’s still holding them and tying them slowly. So, slowly it feels as if time has stood still at this precise moment in
time.
I nod, as I’m afraid to speak, I want to lie but it’s so clear that I’m scared maybe not about what’s going to happen right now. But afterwards. I keep brushing it from my mind but it keeps replaying so many times that soon it will be over and he could get rid of me like a piece of trash.
“I’ve never hurt you, have I?”
I shake my head, it’s as if my lips are sealed shut and I want to answer him. He hasn’t told me not to speak this time, but I can’t. Every part of me is shaking from the waist down.
“You know I’ll take care of you,” this time his voice isn’t cold. It’s soft as he’s so near to my ear and he speaks so gently, “Remember how much you enjoyed it the last time that you were tied up?”
I nod instantly, thinking that it was crazy, but being tied up and not having the ability to do anything apart from what he told me to do, did turn me on. I feel a rush of adrenaline pass through me as I remember that day. The night time was just as memorable as he held me in his arms and I fell asleep.
“I did.”
“Good girl, that’s what I like about you. Your honesty and the willingness to try something new. You followed my instructions and I’ll reward you. You’ll see.”
His hands gently stroke my back and then the slope of my neck. He moves position as if he’s seeing my body for the first time and taking it all in at once.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls as he leaves my skin tingling as I’m standing in the dark. I know that this is some game. He wants the upper-hand and once again I’m giving it to him by being completely at his mercy.
“Now, that I can see that you’re more relaxed. Let’s start.”
“Start what?”
Once again, he laughs, “Just wait and feel.”
I feel something soft over my ankles and that’s when I know that he’s not only binding my hands, but my legs too. I want to tell him to stop, that this has gone too far, but curiosity gets the better of me as I ask, “What’s that for?”
“You’ll see.”
That’s the problem, I won’t be seeing anything and then I hear him laugh, no doubt about his little joke. I try to get loose and nearly fall in the panic of it all. I want to leave and just get out of here. This is going too far.
My hands, okay.
But, my legs too?
I just about get my balance as it’s clear that Blake has tied it so damn firmly that I can’t move. He’d gone beyond what I thought that he would do. Then again, what did I know about the man? Apart from him being a master in the bedroom, one of the richest men this side of the States and he has the ability to speak four languages.
I speak one, one that he understands and right now I’m so scared that the only thing that I want to say is, ‘Help.’
“You need to stop fighting it or you’ll fall.”
“Catch me, or even better just set me free?”
He stops for a minute and he’s so close to me that my chest is rubbing against him. He’s fully clothed and asks, “Do you want to leave?”
“I’m going tomorrow.”
“Yes, but if you leave now. Then that’ll be it. Don’t you want to know what happens next? Haven’t I satisfied you more than you’ve ever been in your whole life.”
“Have I ever forced you to do something that you really didn’t want to do?”
He knows the answer to the question, but he wants me to say it.
“Have I?”
“No.”
“Then, don’t fight it. Just relax and know that this journey I’m about to take you on, is one that you’ll never forget.”
“Fine,” I sulk thinking that he has me in this corner, one that I want to be free from, but I can’t. Even if I wanted to leave, he has me tied up.
“Not, fine. What do you say?”
He says as he raises his voice to make a point. He’s not shouting so he’s not frightening me, but he’s commanding me to make sure that I’m in line with his next move.
“Yes, Master.”
“Now, that’s better. You sound and look as if you’re going to behave. Remember if you don’t, then I’ll have to punish you.”
The idea of it scares and excites me at the same time. He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as he wraps his arm around me and lifts me up. I know that he wants to put me either on the bed or the floor but knowing him, most likely the floor.
I’ve completely misjudged him as I feel him lay me on the bed. That’s when his lips meet mine. His kiss is so damn intense that I feel as if I’m melting away underneath the heat of his body. He starts to tease my mouth as his tongue enters and it starts to explore it.
“You don’t know how sexy you look right now”
Then his mouth moves from my mouth to the part of my body that he loves the most, my breasts. He licks one nipple and then before long another one. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me as he flicks his tongue over the areola. I arch as I start to relish in his mouth against my breasts. he strokes and kisses every part of me as if he’s claiming all of my body.
I want to confirm what I’ve already been thinking, that this is something new between us. Something that can work. It’s not all about winning me at the auction. He could have chosen anyone but he chose me.
That’s got to mean something.
Then he reaches my entrance and growls, “You smell so good down there,” as he softly caresses my legs.
I’m soaking wet and dripping into the bed, unable to open my legs, because my legs are tied. Not only my legs, but my hands too.
Then he climbs off me with no warning and slides his hands under my body. He’s turning me around, he wants to fuck me up the butt. I have nothing to rest on with both my legs and hands being tied and my butt is up in the air.
“Your ass is so fucking hot.”
He pinches one of my cheeks and then he slaps it slightly. Just a little, not enough to cause pain, but as he starts to stroke me roughly I wonder if he’s going to fuck me or he has something else in mind.
“Shit, you loved that, I can see the way that your butt just prompted up and you had a smile on your face.”
He’s watching me?
My face is to the side as I’m trying to be comfortable, but I’m finding it so hard to be in this position. But maybe it’s all in my head and it’s not as bad as I feel it is right now.
“A smile came on your face as I spanked you. Do you want me to do it again?”
I don’t say anything as I spin my face to the other side, part of me feels too vulnerable as if he knows more about me then I know about myself. I did like it at first, but now I’m wondering how far this game is really going?
Are we really going to see each other again after tonight?
“Answer me! I’m talking to you.”
“Yes, Master! I liked it!”
I scream at the top of my lungs, he starts to laugh and then once again, he rests his hand on my cheek and says, “This will sting a little, but you’ll like it. I promise you.”
I want him to promise me something else. That this isn’t just a game to him. I mean more to him than just some sex toy. But before I can even finish my thought his hand is crushing on my left cheek. It stings instantly and I grunt through my teeth.
He doesn’t warn me as he does it again, and again and again. It’s as if he’s picking up his rhythm by repeating it over and over again. This time there’s no pain, the sting lessens with every slap. My body starts to adjust to it and now with each slap there’s something else happening that’s beyond my comprehension. There’s no pain, but just pure pleasure as the sensation starts to roll through me.
I’m completely at Blake’s mercy and the only thing that I want is more. So, much more.
“You’re smiling again. I told you that you’ll like it.”
I hate to admit that he’s right, but instead of speaking I open my knees wider so that he can start to touch me inside.
“Ah, you want me, do you?”
He says as he con
tinues to spank me and in response I start to cry. I cry out of the pleasure and the fact that I feel as if my wetness is dripping on the bed. He stops for a second and says, “Damn, this is driving me wild. But you’re sore. Your butt is so red and I don’t want to hurt you anymore. That was never my intention.”
He starts to rub my cheeks as if he’s trying to ease the pain, and then he slips his finger inside my pussy and blurts out, “Shit, you’re so fucking wet. You really enjoyed that!”
And just like that he stops. I can no longer feel his weight on the bed. I worry that I scared him away.
“Blake. Blake!”
I call out, but nothing and then I remember that I’m calling him by the wrong word. I should be calling him Master. I want him to continue. I didn’t ask for him to stop.
“Master! Master, it doesn’t hurt.”
Once again nothing and then as if he can see that I’m being tortured and like he said earlier, he didn’t want to hurt me. I can feel his finger in my pussy sliding in and out.
“You’re so fucking wet. I’m doing everything in my power to not fuck you right now.”
I push deeper against his finger, every time moaning and relishing in the pleasure as I start to come. I want to come so badly, and I want him to use not his fingers, but his big, fat cock.
“Damn, you really want me, don’t you?”
His finger starts to stretch me wider while his thumb moves slowly over my clit. I knew that it wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. As my body starts to hum to the rhythm of his movement. I start to brace myself for the moment. The time that my relief will come and just like that, he can see me.
I can’t hold it back and he decides to stop it from happening.
“Now, all good things, come to those who wait.”
No!
My inner voice screams as my sex starts to cry. I’m so close and he’s taken it away. This time I feel him behind me. I’m still face down on the bed and then he announces, “Now, you can come on my cock. That’s the only time you should come, when either my cock or tongue is inside you.”