With a kick of my heel, the apartment door closed behind me. I sat my bag and the box on the table and toed my heels off onto the floor. Reeling from my day and no one to protest, I decided that a glass of wine was in order. While pouring the wine, I stared at the box on the table. It was marked personal and I hadn't wanted to open it at the office with prying eyes all around.
With the glass in hand, I swooped the box off the table and headed to my oversized stuffed chair. Looking at the box, it held no return address and had been delivered by messenger who was closed lip about the sender but still expected a tip.
I unwrapped the package to discover that it was from LaPerla. I lifted the box, peeling back the tissue paper to find the sheerest lavender colored demi-cup bra and matching thong set in my size. There was a creme colored notecard with an elegantly handwritten message in the bottom of the tissue.
Chéri, please arrive promptly at 8pm Saturday evening.
I shall expect to find you kneeling, wearing only LaPerla, waiting in our room.
My heart arrested in excitement and my panties become drenched in my own arousal when I realized that He had sent the package - and more importantly - the note requesting my appearance once again.
Forgetting everything else in the cosmos, my thoughts rushed to our next meeting. With images of his hands on my body, I felt my nipples harden in anticipation. Deciding the best course of personal relief would be a bath this evening, the entire bottle of wine accompanied me as I walked down the hallway. Filling up the claw tub with my vanilla almond salts, I slowly undressed as I thought about how He described it as our room. Our room...where he undressed me so tenderly, letting his hands roam and discover my body through touch. I climbed into and slowly sat in the steaming water. The heat reminding me of his hand as he smacked, then rubbed my backside repeatedly into "the most beautiful shade of pink" he'd ever seen.
My own fingers found the last place that he had touched me. Touching my clit, I imagined it was his fingers rubbing, pinching bringing me closer to the edge. I could hear his voice as he whispered into my ear that he wanted to hear me scream and feel me shudder, smell my arousal permeate the room, while he penetrated me with his fingers. And the last words he whispered in my ear as I came down from orgasm was that the next time he wouldn't be so gentle.
Water splashed over the tub as my body squeezed out the last of the orgasm. I cried for even more relief, knowing that I would have to wait till Saturday. At least now I knew that there would be a next time. That agonizing part of the wait was over.
Wrapped in my robe, I walked into the bedroom as my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Bella, it's Rose. We need to talk."