She lay still in the total darkness of the room. Her naked body covered by the thin crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. The only sound that of her deep fast paced breathes as her heart raced...ba bom, ba bom, ba bom. He had told her to lie and wait for him. She wasn't to move, wasn't to turn on the light, was to make no noise. She was to do nothing but wait. So wait she did.
She didn't know when he would come, but she knew he would. The parchment she had found waiting on the dressing table in her bedroom had told her so. She didn't know when he had put it there, had she been in the house when he was, had he watched her, been right there with her without her knowing?
Goosebumps covered her skin at the thought. She recalled the words he had written. The thick paper had that musty smell of age that she found so enchanting. The words exquisitely inked by a fountain pen, flowed across the page like dancers lost in the heat of a Samba. In her mind she traced each letter with her fingers slowly, intoxicatingly absorbing each word.
What you have started can now not be stopped
You do not know me but you are mine
You have not seen me but you crave me
You have not touched me but you yearn for me
You will wait for me, and you will be mine
The seconds felt like minutes, the minutes like hours. The silence was piercing, the darkness blinding. She could not tell how long it had been since the driver of the black Mercedes had dropped her here with the second letter containing the key and her instructions to lie naked and wait. It felt like an eternity but could only be... her thoughts were broken as she heard the soft sound of footsteps. They came slowly yet purposefully towards the room. Her temperature rose, her breath quickened as a mix of fear and excitement flooded through every inch of her being. Then suddenly the footsteps stopped and the silence returned. And the silence remained. Had she imagined it, were other people here? Panic started to sweep over her. She wanted to leave but her body would not respond, his words echoing in her thoughts.
And then the door swung open. She could see nothing, no extra light entered the room but the slight creak of the hinges told her he was now here. She heard no noise, no footsteps. Every hair on her body was standing tall, her eyes were stretched wide hoping for a hint of a shape, something to help her, to calm her.
In a swift single motion the sheet was torn from her body leaving her fully exposed, vulnerable, helpless. The involuntary yelp that left her throat was a betrayal of her instruction to remain silent. Would she be punished for it? And again there was silence. For minutes she lay motionless, naked. The faintest of breezes swept across her body. And still nothing but silence.
Ever so faintly she started to feel warmth on her chest, just along the line of her collarbone. Was she imaging it, was it real? And then she realised it was him, his breath was warming her, his mouth his lips must be inches from her skin and unknowingly she arched her back moving her chest up and towards him, inviting him to her. But the touch did not come, at least not straightaway. When it did it was the lightest of touches along her neck but it felt like an electric shock throughout her. How could one touch create such a chain of explosions?
The back of the fingers that had touched her neck moments before now lightly ran down the side of her warm soft stomach before crossing her bikini line and returning up the other side. So light, but with such deliberateness and thought. She was helpless to stop her body react. She had not even realised her legs slightly part and her nipples start to harden.
His touch stopped momentarily, and again it was still. Her breathing had increased further and she gently moaned as she felt all five fingers of his hand start to lightly climb the curves of her soft full breast. Inching forward then back, slowly, teasing her. Eventually the fingers joined and embraced her aching nipple, circling it, pinching, caressing lightly at first, then get firmer and faster as they moved and flicked and stroked and teased her nipple. She could not hold back and she moaned deeply and loudly, euphoric in the moment. As his thumb pushed her nipple deeply into her breast she cried out and reached for him. The second her hand touched his he pulled it away breaking her from the spell she was under. And it was silent. She knew she had angered him, disobeyed him. The instructions had been clear, and touching him was not allowed.
The firm hand that suddenly grasped her throat confirmed she had done wrong. Its grip was tight enough to scare her yet still it aroused her. As the hand remained she felt his lips for the first time, on her shoulder and neck but not kissing her, no biting lightly, painful yet so sensual and erotic. This was a warning. His way of reminding her he was in control and if she disobeyed him again he would not be so forgiving.
As the warning ended his hand released her neck and both hands ran their way down her body. The pace quickened slightly from the light touches before. They squeezed both her breasts firmly as they descended, joining on her belly button before gliding down to her thighs. The wetness had already started to build inside her. As his fingers returned from their journey all the way to the bottom of each foot, having circled in between each and very toe they forced her legs to open further. The slight parting of her lips this caused forced her eyes closed and her head to sink back further into the soft feather pillow. Who was this man, who was about to enjoy the most intermit part of her. She didn't know his name, had not seen has face, or barely even touched his skin. His smell, a mix of well groomed yet ruggedness was inviting, drug like. She wanted him.
And then his fingers were upon her. As before with her nipples he started very lightly, using the tips of each finger to circle all across her. Softly dancing, jumping, each touch setting a spark fizzing through her, like a pinball bouncing haphazardly she did not know where he would touch her next. His middle finger gently entered her lips at the lowest point, just inside and trailed a line her length before slowly and with the slightest of pressure circling her clitoris.
She was now lost to him, she had abandoned herself to him, nothing could stop her, she was his and would submit to whatever was to follow. The darkness exhilarated her. The thought in his every touch, deliberate, intended, full of meaning. How did he know what she wanted, needed, desired. Had he watched her touching herself? He seemed to be inside her head reading her mind, was she imagining him? Was it just her in this bed? Was he real? As the intensity of his fingers swirled around her she neither new, nor cared.
The rhythm was increasing she was getting swept away on the rushing tide of the orgasm that she could feel growing inside her, the warmth like a sparkler tingling all over her. His finger swirled faster and faster, she was losing control, she didn't want to fight it any more, she moaned more loudly more passionately, she was on the brink, that moment of divine glory, where the world was everything and nothing, she was their at the mountain top and as the final wild scream of passion started to rise in her throat...he stopped. His hands were gone. Her arching body fell back onto the bed, her eyes opened, her senses returned. How could he tease her like that, bring her to the edge, take her so far and then release her.
She started to feel anger, frustration, but it was short lived as suddenly his tongue exploded inside her. Her wet lips against his face, his tongue surging deeply into her exploring every part as far as it could reach. Her body instantly reignited and the sparks of her orgasm returned. This time he would let her come, and he did long and hard. As he moved his tongue up to swirl and press against her clit so fast but so skilled, he slide a finger deep inside her, slowly rotating it as he pushed further into her. She squeezed tight against it now lost in the crashing waves of the orgasm. Screaming loudly, uncaring. Never had she come so long and so hard and still he took her forward, would this ever end? Knowing the split second it was starting to reside he slowed his tongue just leaving his lips pressed firmly on her, warm comforting as the last ripples of desire road through her.
