A gentle breath wisped over my ear and I knew I wasn't alone. It wasn't unusual for him to appear randomly in the middle of the night, though; in fact, it was rather common. He had a key to the apartment- and my heart- and that was just how our relationship went.
"You awake?" he inquired softly, running a hand through my newly trimmed tresses. He had never seen me with short hair, and clearly his touch told that he was shocked. Perhaps even, intrigued.
I nodded, rubbing my face slowly into my pillow.
He grinned at this, continuing to twirl his long fingers in my hair. "I thought I'd stop by."
I nodded again. He always stopped by when he was in town. I expected it, looked forward to his random intrusions. He knew I would never object, and a part of me suspected that he also knew that I enjoyed waking up pressed into his body.
"You know," he began, rolling closer, his hot breath tingling my ear. "My birthday is in a few days."
My breath hitched in my throat, my heartbeat raced.
"Do you know what I want for my birthday?" he cooed lightly and I could feel his strong hands kneading the flesh of my thighs. "There's something I've been dreaming about," he continued, kissing up my neck. He paused to nibble on my ear. "Something I want more than anything this year, and you're the only one that can give it to me," he rasped. His breath was hot, his body was warm. I could feel his heat emanating through me. I wanted to push back against him and feel his hardness, wanted to taste him and touch him and be up all night in his arms.
He stopped at that moment, and laughed softly. His hands traveling up my body to cup my breasts. "Say yes," he demanded, allowing a hand to wrap lightly around my throat. "Say yes and I will dominate you and make you my own."
There was no other answer to give. He needn't have asked.
* * *
"So," he grinned as he guided me, arm-in-arm, into the posh suite. "The guys paid for this shit for tonight. Can you believe that?" he questioned, amusement clear on his masculine face as he dropped my hand and spun around the room in awe. "This is the main room," he noted as he tossed his body onto a sofa that looked, lightly put, more expensive than my car. His laugh snapped me back to reality. "There's a bedroom," he winked. "And a bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi tub. We can put that to some use."
I nodded and set my purse on a small oak table. "So we have tonight," I pondered aloud. One night and it held so very many possibilities. I had never been on the road with him, never even seen his band perform. He was a musician and I was just his neighbor, and there was a clear separation there previous to tonight. I would lust for him and concoct long, seductive fantasies about the realities of his profession. I knew he had money, but I had never once considered this. Or this situation: expensive suite at the top hotel in one of America's largest cities, his birthday, and I am the entertainment.
Pretty woman for a night.
He's bouncing around on Italian silk sofas drinking Corona. I'm standing here in six inch Prada heels wearing a ridiculous gown made by some French designer...and I've paid for none of this. In fact, my total expenditures so far tonight total the $5 cab fare I paid to get from my apartment to this hotel where he was waiting. Where he was waiting with the gown and the heels, champagne and roses.
For
his
birthday.
"So," he grinned and I quickly realized that he was no longer testing out the firmness of various furniture in the room. He was standing beside me, whispering into my ear. "Do you like the room?" he questioned softly.
I nodded. "It's gorgeous. What girl wouldn't?"
He licked my cheek. "I'm glad you like it."
I shrugged.
"Go into the bedroom," he instructed. "Put on what's on the bed."
"What if I don't want to?" I questioned with a smirk.
His expression showed that he had never considered that I might disagree. He shrugged. "This is all just a game and you are a willing participant, right?"
"I am," I nodded and stepped away from his warmth to exit toward the bedroom. "And I'll go change now."
He licked his lips. "Perfect."
* * *
The box on the bed was small; it was a white box, so petite that it was obvious it housed lingerie. Nothing else could fit inside its miniscule walls. I laughed to myself at the grin he had across his face when he watched me shut the door, and knew this was obviously going to be something risqué. Something that I would enjoy wearing for him, that he would enjoy me wearing. It was all a part of our game.
Cat & Mouse, if you will.
So I grinned lewdly as I opened the box and searched through the pale pink tissue paper for its contents. A small pink, see-through bralet adorned with a silver heart was the first item I pulled from inside. It was small, too small for my large chest. No doubt, he had intended that.
"Bastard," I laughed.
The next item was equally pale pink: a pair of vintage panties with a fully ruffled behind. "How cute," I giggled. I hadn't known that he enjoyed the innocent look, nor that he considered the color pink to be such a turn on. Strange how men have a way of surprising you like that.
The last item was a note, a quick scribble of his handwriting that directed me to put on the bralet and panties and nothing else. "No shoes, no jewelry, just these items."
"Okay baby," I taunted as I stood up and began to remove the expensive gown. "I can do that."
"Good," came an amused laugh from across the room. I hadn't seen him sitting there until he stood up and approached me, guiding the back zipper of my gown dangerously low. "I like that you're cooperating."
I nodded and stared into his soft brown eyes.
"You don't know me," he stated softly, in nearly a whisper as he guided the gown off my shoulders, and down to the floor. "I won't tell you my name, but I'm a friend of Paul's," he continued as I stepped out of the gown and stood before him naked. "That's all you need to know."
I nodded in agreement.
He stepped back and admired my exposed body, as I admired his clothed one. He was tall, over 6', with beautiful porcelain skin and soft brown eyes. His head was shaved clean of any traces of hair, and I wondered if he was a brunette or a blonde. He wore loose-fitting blue jeans that hung low on his small hips; he was lanky. His white t-shirt was equally large on his small frame, and in my estimation, he was no more than my own twenty-five years. Probably younger.
"You're beautiful," he grinned. His voice was soft, his accent unfamiliar. No doubt, a state that I had never visited nor would I ever have reason to discover.
I nodded again, and this caused him to smile.
"He told you not to speak," he smiled.
I nodded.
"Good," he offered softly, sitting on the bed and handing me the lingerie. "Put these on."
I did as I was instructed, struggling a bit with the tiny bralet. He stood, stepped forward and helped me with the clasp. Once fixed into place, my breasts were tightly confined inside the fabric; my nipples hard from the pressure and the knowledge that my wardrobe was entirely see-through. I was dressed, but he could see every inch of me. Surely, that had been the intention of the outfit and I had to grin at the cunning of...
"Did he buy this?" I questioned, then realized I had spoken without permission.
He shook his head. "I bought it," he whispered as he approached me and wrapped his arms gently around my waist. "I bought it and I intend to tear it off you."
I nodded.
"You may speak," he laughed, bending down enough to run his nose over my neck. "When you're with me, you may speak as much as you like."
I nodded to this too.
"You smell amazing," he complimented, wrapping me up in his strong arms. "Are you wearing perfume?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to carry you over to the bed," he informed me with a sly smirk. "Then I'm going to jump on top of you and rip your clothing off."
"I'm not wearing much," I grinned.
"Oh good," he smiled back, kissing my lips lightly. "That’ll make things go faster.”
He did as he had warned, carrying me over to the bed and placing me softly onto the mattress. He leaned over me, taking a few moments to stare down into my eyes. I liked him, though I didn't know anything about him. It's easy to like someone you don't know, I find; and that was clearly the case with this man. He was attractive and gentle, sweet and considerate. That was sufficient for our purposes.
"He's going to videotape," he whispered in my ear after the silence. "Is that okay?"
I nodded.
"I like women who are vocal," he laughed, reaching down and snaking his hand inside my panties. "So you could make some noise for me, that'd be okay."
He knew I would not be able to resist his temptations and with his finger slowly encircling my clitoris, I began to coo. Lost in the sensation of those long fingers working inside my already moist folds, I didn't realize that Paul had entered the room, camcorder in hand. The light of the camera bathed us in a soft green glow, my eyes shut tight against the pleasure of the intrusion and the nervous anxiety of being filmed.
"You've never been filmed before, have you?" Paul questioned, amusement in his brown eyes as he sat on the bed beside us.
His friend scissored his fingers inside me, then placed his thumb onto my clitoris and I saw blue stars and crystals cascade across my eyelids. I wanted to scream at him to continue, to grab his smooth, bald head and force his tongue inside me. Instead, I was left to hover in that state of euphoric pleasure as he conversed with Paul.
"She's shy," he offered softly. "That's sweet."
Paul shook his head and laughed. "She's not shy. Are you, baby?"
I nodded.