You glance at your phone on the desk, another message from the anonymous number. It's been over two weeks, you were starting to think you'd imagined it all...
Another hotel name and room number. You feel your skin flush, your pulse racing with excitement.
You got away with it the first time... do you risk a second encounter?
Your feet take you there almost on their own accord, your subconscious will caving to his demand... You're more confident this time as you enter the hotel lobby and make your way to the lift.
Room 213.
Like last time, the door is slightly ajar and the room in darkness. You take a deep breath, wondering what he has planned for you this time.
You push the door open slowly and look around, making more of an effort this time to try and look for clues of his identity. There's nothing unusual or out of place, just an envelope waiting at the bottom of the bed.
You recognise the neat handwriting from last time and breath in the same faint aftershave. The scent makes you tremble a little as you think about last time... his hands on your skin... his lips on your neck... the taste of him...
You roll your shoulders and try to clear your head. Inside the envelope are another set of instructions;
'Sit on the edge of the bed. Naked. Eyes closed. Safe word = Amber'
You shiver a little with fear. Last time it was just unbuttoning your blouse, this is a big leap out of your comfort zone. No one- except your husband- has seen you naked for a long time.
You let out a long breath as you start to unbutton your blouse... you slip everything off before you can change your mind and sit on the edge of the bed.
You close your eyes and try to slow your racing heart and relax... but you're sitting stiffly, your back as straight as a rod.
You feel exposed.
Unsure.
Then you notice the scent of his aftershave as he comes close. You stiffen even more as he stands in front of you and covers your eyes with the same silken material as before. You feel yourself blush as you imagine his eyes raking over you, taking in all the parts of you that you usually hide away.
You bite your lip, trying to stifle a sob as you sit there... waiting... not knowing what's going to happen.
You freeze as he sits next to you, the bed dipping with his weight.
"Come here," his deep voice purrs, "I want you over my lap."