It is early morning, I always wake up around 6:30 even without an alarm clock. I feel so warm and relaxed. My eyes flutter open, I see sunlight peeking through heavy red velvet drapes. I am on my belly, one arm hanging off the side of the mattress. I am naked. "This is not my bed."
Alarmed I turn over and find I am alone. The memories come rushing back, this is Sรธren's bed. My lover? My Master? My enemy? I have come undone, he has unlocked desires in me that I have never discovered.
On a chair I see my clothing from the night before. I shiver, "I cannot wear that in the light of day." I find the bathroom, and sitting on a low stool is a pile of clothing. A pair of jeans, socks, and a black cotton tank top, including a pair of soft leather shoes.
I take a shower (this bathroom is enormous) and slip on the clothing. Surprisingly it fits. "How could I be surprised, this man knows everything about me." I am a bit annoyed that my new clothing does not contain a bra and panties. Well, at least my feet won't be cold.
I dress and gaze in the mirror. My nipples are hard, and I run my hands over my hips, remembering Sรธren's hands on them, thrusting. I am blushing, I have to get out of here before he shows up! I leave my party clothes where they are and creep downstairs.
I see the front door but I am still nervous Sรธren will catch me. Hanging on a hook is a dark brown men's leather jacket. "He won't mind," I think to myself. Wrapping myself in it I am shocked, it smells like him, his cologne. Feeling woozy I let myself out the front door, clicking it quietly shut. I practically run all the way home.
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I smile as I watch Ginger sneak out of my house. "Why, that little minx, she took my coat! Very resourceful, I guess she didn't want to be seen leaving my home braless."
Smiling at the thought, I enter the kitchen. My live-in cook, Sven, is preparing food for me to take to Ginger's. He hands me the basket and winks.
"What is that for, Sven?" I frown.
"Nothing, Mr. Sรธren, I am just happy that you had a successful party. From the look on your face, it appears you are satisfied with it as well."
Still frowning, I take the basket and climb into my car. "Nosy old bastard."
I drive to Ginger's modest but charming home, and park down the street. I go around the back and knock. I see her cute little face look out from a side window. I pretend not to notice. "The question is, will she let me in? This will let me know if she is ready to move forward in her training."
The door opens slowly. Her hair is a mass of curls and she is still wearing the clothes I provided.
"Come in, Sรธren," she says softly. I move in, put the basket on her table, and grab her hair, planting a deep kiss on her plump pink lips. She gasps and stumbles backwards but I hold her steady, and pull her body up against mine.
"I am still hungry for you, Ginger. Last night was just a taste." Her eyes open wide with fear, I like that.
"Come outside, and sit in the warm grass with me." Taking her by the hand we go out, I only have to tug on it a little.