I pull my rental up into the driveway of the deserted cabin and put my car in park. This place is breathtaking and although the scenery on the way here has me itching to explore there is only one view I want to feast upon more than anything right now. Him.
The sky has already turned purple with the sunset and I see a dim light through the cabin window, movement inside catching my eye. His here. We have waited months for this. I will wait no longer.
"God, please don't let it be weird" I whisper to myself.
I slam my door shut and make my way up the steps. There's a note on a table by the door. "Down that, and put this on." Picking up the whiskey glass I take a big gulp. The alcohol already soothing my nerves as it burns its way down my throat. I inspect the silk blind fold and make quick work of pulling it over my eyes and reach for the door.
I take two steps in and stop. Awaiting my next instruction. Footsteps come towards me, slowly, like he has all the time in the world and then he circles me, inspecting me it feels, and stops behind me, clicking the door shut.
"Finally." I feel him slide his hand around me slowly up my waist, over my breast and to my throat. He moves my face gently to face him and his breath is on me.
"Hello Michelle. I have waited a long fucking time for you."
Goosbumps tingle all over my body. That voice, so deep and rough, has me squirming as I stand. "Roland, I.." Is all I manage to get out before his mouth is on me. It's savage and feral and I take it all. We are all tongue and taste and right here, this is the hill I will die on.
He spins me around grabbing my thighs and lifting me up. I can feel the urgency burning me from the inside, consuming me. I fall back as he tosses me onto the bed and I reach for the blindfold.
