It's 8 a.m., the old pendulum clock just give the eighth stroke, I'm still tied to my chair with dry mouth. These nicotine withdrawals suck!
I should be packing to go home, but to be honest right now missing that flight is not what concerns me most at the moment.
I like this place, I like him, and I like how He made me feel these last 2 nights.
I must confess that when I entered in this apartment last Friday never imagined that I would be here until Monday morning. In the restaurant he seemed somewhat distant, charming but distant, I thought that he would just cancel our contract and I would be back at home town for Saturday.
In my depths I was hoping that, I remember saying to Maya that I was nervous because had past quite some time that I wasn't subjected to the will of anyone. I wasn't for the same reason that Andrea had returned to Italy and Leila could not even leave their side of the country.
We still had a single master.
I did not know him; I had signed a contract with a stranger from who I only knew that was very young and rich. He saw me at the Nicky's wedding party but I don't remember him, I know that he met Maya through a former master and that they have been in since then only to get to me.
Maya was very mysterious, she made me questions about money, about my debts and if my earnings as a freelance designer were enough to pay the rent and the tuition.
To be honest my finances were going from bad to worse and my credit card balance was in red.
I didn't give many details about my poor buying power to Maya but It was more than obvious, every time that we went out with the club's girls my outfit did not changed very much and sometimes I was delayed because my car had no fuel so I should take the subway, then I excused saying that I didn't get driving to be able to drink more.
-Good morning!
Shit! Is him! Why every time I hear his voice I feel so…? I seem as a teenager, I was not feeling this since my last encounter with C.
-Good morning master
-I see that you've been a good girl and you stayed all night at your punishment's chair.
-Yes Master
-Good Girl,
He smells delicious, he is cool and his hair is still wet from the shower that surely he just took, is wearing a white half closed shirt, jeans and is barefoot.
Whit a big smile he begins to open the handcuffs that kept my arms together behind the Chair and prevent me to lift up.
-I have plans for you today. He said,
Even I can't read the intention in his words the touch of his hands and his breath hitting my neck makes me feel again as a teenager who is about to receive her first kiss.
-Today you and Maya will go shopping; I gave her instructions on what to buy to please me, also you will need to buy the airplane ticket to return home since you missed the flight that you had scheduled for this morning. You can afford some whims if desired.
Now I want you to go to the room that you choose and take a shower, I want you fresh and clean when you sit at the table, the clothes that you will use today are already on your bed. After breakfast you can sleep a few hours before Maya gets here. I'll have a driver to take you where you guys need.
-Yes Master. I said without hesitation, I feel like back in my early days with C, but he never sent me in a shopping run with a friend, he had his own person that would take care of that, only with my measurements I got everything that I needed.
I was excited, couldn't deny that this whole affair about returning to the submission's world was proving better than I was expecting, much better in fact and that a part of me wanted to stay.
Shit!The water is frozen.
I decided that the first minutes of my shower would be with cold water to keep me awake until I finished breakfast.
As I was feeling a bit stronger I allowed the hot water mix with the cold. I shudder of thinking about our sexual encounter the previous night, I felt excited, I am aware of what I have experienced since last Friday have made me feel alive, the sensations that my new master has awakened. Now I could recognize that I feel flattered because from all the Sub-club's girls he chose to me, it's me who happen to this point with that man with who any young woman without commitment would be willing to submit to his will, a will that intoxicates and would make anyone to succumb to please his darkest wish.
I remember him half naked in front of me in his play room, his immaculate skin, his perfect six pack, those blue eyes that do not let you to guess what is he thinking and that voice,
God! What a male voice.
But hey, what could I know this is just me and finally and after I'm not but a girl who since was a teen enjoyed being subjected.
What I really knew was that for the first time in a while I enjoyed sex without thinking of him, without wishing that it was C.
The clothes that I would be wearing are comfortable and designer, blue oil jeans fairly tight and very low waisted, they fit wonder to my butt, a cream sleeves blouse and pretty heels. I pick up my hair in a simple ponytail and a quite natural makeup.
Leaving the room I chose as mine until the agreement ends up I head to the terrace there he is sitting, he is dressed now in leather shoes that match with his jeans, his shirt already well closed, the morning sun illuminated his clear and smooth brown hair of military cut. He was reading a magazine, an article about the behavior of the oil companies actions on Wall Street, for what I can read.
As a good submissive girl I wait for him to let me sit.
-Please! He said pointing the chair in front of him at the terrace dining room. I move a little nervous and anxious to know if he likes how I look today but he just look at me without saying anything, I think that a slight smile is drawn on his lips but I would not dare to bet.
-I have ordered to bring you breakfast.
In front of me on the table there are some fruit, scrambled eggs, black coffee without sugar and a blackberry's pie.
I'm hungry and food smells so provocative that for a moment I forgot that he is watching me and I start eating the fruit and then the eggs, I am like a child who has been given his favorite ice cream as a reward. Everything is delicious and I finish it before etiquette rules would approve.
After finish my breakfast I remember where I am and I feel embarrassed by my lack of refinement in the table I blush and feel the fire of a thousand fires burning in my face.
I bend my head a little and close my eyes to half as wish I'd disintegrate into atoms.
After 2 seconds try to regain my composure, and I address in my chair, but cost me a bit more turn off my cheeks, I know that he has been watching me and for the first time I discover a big smile in his face.
-I'm glad that you enjoyed the breakfast.
Fuck, really, is he pulling my leg?
-Thank you, it was delicious.
-I can tell! He laughs.
I can avoid laughing too and return to feel comfortable in his company, while he is still distant his mere presence makes me feel good, I feel quiet and protected. I think that I am at the top of New York in the company of this Adonis and allow myself to feel important because from all the women he could have had he chose me. Go Caroline!
-The driver will bring Maya after 2 p.m., you can rest until then, you are not allowed leaving the apartment alone, you can walk it if you like; I want you get familiar with the place where you will spend a lot of time from now. If you dislike something in the distribution of your room you can ask William to change it.
A stab of excitement stings my stomach. William is the Butler, I've seen him only a couple of times since Friday but by his appearance more than a Butler he could always be a gentleman of the of Queen Elizabeth's Court, he looks impeccable and has a British accent.
-I have an appointment that I cannot put off and I must go now. He said quietly while leave his chair,
I knew that he would not spend the whole day with me but neither expect him to leave so early. I feel a little desolate.
-Almost forgot it! William has a cell phone for you; ask him for it to before go shopping with Maya. He stares at me as deciding something but turns and says goodbye
-Until the night.
-Until the night master.
Why does he want to give me a cell phone? I wonder as I see his back walking away with the magnificence allowed by his elegance. awaiting for him to lose behind the dark glass but before crossing the crystal door that separates the main living room from the terrace, he stops for a few seconds as considering something, suddenly he turns and in few steps is standing in front of me, grabs my hair by the ponytail I picked it up, pulls tightly my head towards back while leaning over me and looks straight to my eyes, my heart beats like thousand times per second. He stops with his lips to few millimeters from mine, sighs and is not looking into my eyes anymore, he has closed his eyes without kiss my mouth instead pulls my ponytail a bit more and sticks his nose to my neck and kiss it through bottom up to my chin and there stops.
My stomach just gives a 360º twist. He separates a little from me opening his beautiful blue eyes and I can feel them again digging into my soul. He stares at me with despair and a bit of suffering I think so. At this point my legs have lost his strength and I thanks to heaven for being sit. He exhales gently and I feel his mouth half open on my lips kissing me with eyes wide open. A nearly inaudible gasp comes out from me, close my eyes and return the kiss.
I know I cannot touch him unless he requests it to me; I cannot caress him or never take initiative unless he desire it and give me the order to do so. But at this moment I cannot think clearly, I can only think the desire burning in my belly, I don't want to stop I don't want him to stop kissing me and I pray for this time be extended for hours, I want to put my hand under his shirt and caress him, feel his skin in my hands and grab his neck and hold on it.
For the first time I feel the need not to be dominated but take control, I want to push him to the Chair and sit astride on his lap while I open his shirt and kiss his chest, I want to put their hands on my butt and lose my blouse, I wish to feel his lips along my skin and his mouth on my breasts biting my nipples, sucking them.
I forgot my submission agreement and address all the strength that my excitement gives me to my discouraged legs then try to incorporate to bring my fantasy to reality. But at that moment he stops kissing me, release my ponytail and place his hand on my shoulder pressing me against the chair without let me lift and for the first time in my life hated to be controlled, I will not be submitted at this time. He looks at me and I cannot understand his expression, I can feel the electricity of the desire in his body but that trail of pain in his eyes is now more visible.
In a second, he joined again regaining his composure. I can't believe his sudden peace of mind while I'm still in my chair with accelerated heart and shortness of breath.
-Until the night. He said again, looking at his watch and in a distant but charming tone.
This time I don't watch him leave, I can't articulate the Words for a response, I'm only there with my head full of thoughts and lost in the breakfast table.