This view is stunning. The trees are incredibly tall and wide, coniferous, and there is a light mist filling the distance between them.
I'm in the Pacific Northewest, somewhere.
I climb out of the bed and wrap the silk sheet around me. Perhaps I will be able to see some other structures nearby from the glass. The wood floor is warm beneath my feet.
Radiant heating...nice.
Through the left glass wall one floor below is a cantilevered terrace and an infinite edge pool, and on the other side of the terrace is another wing to the house. It's single story. I turn my head to the left and can see Alex descending a floating stair in the two story glass foyer. His eyes lock on mine as he reaches the last step, pausing for a moment, then walks out the front door.
The house is U shaped surrounding the terrace. Through the right glass wall I can see another lower section of the house jutting into the trees. I need to go explore and get an accurate plan of the house, but I can't see any other structures nearby. He wasn't lying. This house is isolated. Any attempted escape is going to take time and planning, so for now I may as well roll with everything.
I really need a shower.
The wood floor continues into the bathroom. Opposite the door is a huge rain shower, taking up the entire corner of glass walls, easily big enough for four people to fit. It'll be like showering outside. Adjacent the shower is a huge egg-shaped tub, and then a small wing wall giving the toilet a bit of privacy. Immediately to my right is the large double vanity, all very contemporary. I hate that this is exactly the type of house I'd like to have for myself.
I can't pass up the opportunity for a bath in that tub. I start filling the water and search the cabinet under the sink for soaps and find vanilla bath oil. I can take a bath, enveloped by his scent. Well, part of his scent. The leather and spices are missing, unfortunately. I'm ashamed that I'm longing for his scent so. I pour an ample amount into the running water and make sure the temperature is holding as steam begins to build.
While that's filling, I must check out the closet.
I really can't help it. The walk-in closet is huge, about half the size of the bedroom itself. There is a narrow full height glass window in the corner with a view of the terrrace and a huge skylight above. Half of the closet appears to be women's clothes and shoes. It dawns on me that if half the closet is men's clothing.
I'm sharing his bed!?
I lift the arm of one of his blazers to my nose and inhale his scent. The whole closet smells of him. I make my way to the other side of the closet.
Wow! So many amazing pieces of clothing!
It's packed with dresses, shirts, skirts, etc. all my size and all my style.
So much for covert!
He knows all about me, down to the colors I would select.
I open some of the built-in drawers to find all colors and styles of bras, panties, hose, socks, etc. One of the drawers is filled with very expensive matching lingerie, teddies, rompers, etc.
Are these for me?
If I'm stuck in this house, I may as well be comfortable. I
select a simple but sexy light pink matching silk bra and panties set, a pair of dark skinny jeans and a magenta three quarter sweater one quarter sheer top. I lay it all out on the large cushioned bench in the middle of the closet and head back into the bathroom to relax a bit. My ass is sore from the spanking and my arms are sore from nearly falling off a roof.
As I disappear into a fog of vanilla and steam, I can't help but think of last night. Images flash through my head of his gaze, his lips parting mine, the painful pleasure of his hand falling hard on my bare skin while I'm helpless to stop him. I run my hands over my wet body, over my hard nipples, trailing my silky flesh down to the pit of my stomach. I trace a circle around my belly button, smiling at the thought of Alex pulling me back onto the roof and lifting me into his arms. I continue this trail further down into the hot water, finding myself at the source of my pleasure. Then I remember Alex's stern words:
You're not to touch yourself while I'm gone.
Who the fuck does he think he is!?
But still, I obey. I'm not sure why. I sit up and stare out of the window and get to work washing my hair with the luxurious shampoo and conditioner I found.
I stayed in the heavenly bath until the water was cold. After finishing my minimalist beauty routine with products I found in the bathroom vanity, I dressed in the closet, threw on a pair of simple flats and crept out of the bedroom. It's quiet in the house. I can take some time to look around and map my surroundings. Maybe I can even find a phone, though part of me doesn't want to.
The corridor outside of the bedroom is half glass with a view out to more trees on the left side. At the halfway point the glass wall becomes open to the interior, with a glass railing looking down to a formal but minimal dining room. The wall to the right is solid white with art. Interesting pieces, all portraits of various kinds, women in motion with looks of ecstacy on their faces.
Of course this is what he would decorate his walls with.
At the end of the solid wall, the space opens up to the double height foyer with a glass wall looking onto the terrace. I round the walkway and make my way down the floating wood staircase, which leads into the double height foyer. I can see the open kitchen directly ahead.
Standing next to the solid natural oak front door is a stiff man in a suit who looks nervous, "Miss Whitting, I'm Ted." I recognize his voice immediately as the man who burst into the room while we were, erhm, embracing.
"Ted, please call me Madison. I've a feeling we'll be seeing each other often, so there's no need for such formality," I decide being direct and indifferent is the best approach.
"Madison then. Pleasure. Alexander had to leave for a few hours and wanted me to make sure that you have whatever you need."
"I'm fine, thank you." I study him. Black suite with a crisp white shirt and black tie. His radio goes off, a mumbled voice on the other end. As he reaches for it, nverously, I make out a Sig Sauer P226 beneath his jacket.
Damn...armed. No matter. I need more intel. Leaving now would be fruitless.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I'll get back to my post, but if you need anything, people will be in and out to check on the house periodically," he mumbles something in code as he leaves through the front door. I'll have to study and learn their 'language.'
I'm starving!
I make my way toward the kitchen, noting a corridor to one side that leads to the formal dining room that I could see from the hall upstairs. I'm starting to form a mental map of the house. To the left directly under the upstairs corridor is the large open kitchen, all white. Beyond that, under the master bedroom, is the huge open living room, which you step down into. The entire room is surrounded by glass on all sides, save a massive fireplace on the terrace side of the room.
The TV! I can find out where I am!
I flip on the TV and cycle through to the weather channel.
Port Moody....I'm in Canada.
I practically rip the refrigerator door off the hinges as I scavene for food. I find ingredients to make a salad and go to work finding the utensils, plates, etc. to put it together. With my salad and a glass of water, I sit on a stool at the huge island and devour it. I feel like I've not eaten in days! I put my plate and fork in the empty dishwasher and continue about the house. The living room is filled with contemporary, clean pieces of furniture. The only way to the outside from this room is to the terrace. No other doors.
I go back to the foyer and make my way across to the other half of the U-shaped house. I make my way down a long corridor, following the double height glass terrace wall. To the left is a doorway leading to a small library. Beyond that on the right is a door that leads into a guest suite. This was the one story part of the house that I could see from upstairs, opposite the terrace. The hall terminates at a solid door that I can't get open.
I'll have to pick that later. Perhaps on the other side of that is the basement he mentioned.
I remember his comment about locking me in a cell, spending only a second to ponder its meaning. I've no time for that now. He could return any moment and my exploration will be over.
This seems to be the entire house. It's not a mansion by any means, but it's incredibly spatious, clean and beautiful. Clearly not a wasteful man. From all glass walls I can't see any nearby structures. I pop into the library to pick up a phone as a test. As I suspected, a man asks if he can help me on the other end. I hang up. He has the phone system going through a guard post somewhere.
I need fresh air.
I head back to the foyer where I saw a door to the terrace. The air is crisp and damp outside. I walk to the end of the terrace and look over the edge. There is no railing, and the view down takes me a bit by surprise, as I flash back to the ledge giving way.
The house is built on a cliffside, and it's a long drop down. I can see a set of stone steps on the opposite side leading down, but I'm going to obey the rules for now before I make any rash moves. Rather than sit at the ipe table and chairs that I passed, I sit Indian-style on the edge of the terrace, lean back on my hands behind me, close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air. Despite the crisp oxygen, my breath is heavy as my mind once again finds itself slipping into a euphoria of memory from the prior evening.
It feels like only minutes before I'm surprised by a pair of strong hands on my shoulders, "Glad to see you're enjoying the view, Madison. Although it looks a lot better with your eyes open." He smiles coyly, as if he knew what visions were playing in my mind.
How does he keep sneaking up on me like that!? Oh right...spy.
"You can call me Mad if you'd like, Alex," I'm not sure where this came from. I
hate
that nickname.
He sits on the slightly damp concrete next to me, despite his obviously nice pantsuit that most men wouldn't want to dirty. His eyes are even more blue in this light, "Is that what you prefer?"
"Not necessarily, but it always seems to catch on no matter what. Must be my suicidal tendencies," I give him a face that says I'm mocking him.
"I prefer Madison. It's much more beautiful and sophisticated, speaks more about who you really are than 'Mad'. Although that's up for some debate."
I can't help but chuckle, "I agree entirely, Alex. Did you get your affairs in order, wherever you went?"
"For now. We shall see how things play out," he can tell I'm trying to get information and quickly changes the subject, "Did you have something to eat?"
"I did, thank you. And you? Are you hungry?"
