by Kylie Parker
“Yes, that sounds nice,” Selena said.
“I will miss you tonight.” He whispered in her ear and her legs buckled. She asked him in a whisper to come in with her, and he politely declined. He kissed her again and told her he didn’t want her to be unsure of him. He needed to give her space to decide if she could trust him before Lawrence would try to get close again. Before turning to go he stepped right up close to her, reaching around her for her phone. She watched his fingers move deftly, and he handed it back to her, saying “If you need me, call.”
Chapter Ten
When he left, she sat down in a whoosh. Holding her phone that had a trace scent of him, still warm from his fingers, she wanted to call him and fix what was wrong. It felt backward from the terror she felt only an hour ago. Tired and confused she wanted to take a bath, but it made her think of Lawrence, naked, touching her. Then her mind flashed to Lawrence; gun pointed, menace on his face. Shaking her head, she stepped out onto the balcony. It was the only place left she had not explored, the only one that didn’t leave her breathless, lusting for Lawrence.
Inside her phone rang. From the ringtone, she could hear it was Edwards. Instinctively she rushed inside to answer it while quickly coming up with an excuse for why he had not heard from her. As she pressed the button to take the call, she realized he might have answers for her and said hello, formulating a plan.
“Are you alright dear?” Edwards responded his voice filled with concern, which was rare for him.
“Yes. I am fine.” Selena spoke, not giving anything away until she knew what Edwards knew.
“You are tougher than I ever expected. How you got this story written after such a terrifying event is admirable. It shows true journalistic integrity. And this story is huge! Talk about being in the right place at the right time.” Edwards began talking faster excited to break the story of the intruder into Scriva. From her editor’s short bursts of run-on sentences Selena learned that Lawrence had shot an armed intruder and protected everyone, including her from certain death; according to the article she had submitted. The police report was vague and corroborated with her story.
Selena was shocked and choked out a “yes sir” when Edwards thanked her for doing such a good job and gave her free reign on the story as well as unlimited expenses for as long as it continued. Feeling proud in spite of the lie, Selena ended the call and sat down on the bed. Hearing the words from her editor made it seem real to Selena, and it was a better option than her fuzzy memory of earlier, perhaps she had made a mistake, or at least she could pretend she did.
Feeling sweaty and sticky from the day, Selena stripped naked. She glanced at the large Jacuzzi tub and then opted instead for the walk-in shower. Adjusting the shower heads to a hot mist, she let the steamy water drip over her body and cleanse her. Stretching and rinsing every inch of her body, Selena decided to let go of her earlier memory and commit to the lie, if only to simplify things with her editor and continue her career. There was no going back now anyway because admitting she didn’t write those articles would be career suicide and her journalism days were only just beginning.
Releasing her guilt, she watched the water run, reimagining her memories of the day to align to what Edwards had told her. Finally refreshed she turned the water off and stepped out the shower, wrapping herself in a plush robe. She walked over to the bed feeling again like she was in a luxurious hotel. Leaning back on the row of pillows she slowed her breath and turned on the television. She was trying to distract herself from her mounting desire to see Lawrence. Flicking through channels, she was amazed at how she was becoming aroused just thinking about the restraints a few feet away from her.
On the weather channel, a storm warning was in effect, and Selena leaned forward, squinting to see where on the large map she was and if she would be affected. Her robe loosened at the top, cool air grazing her chest. Selena touched it with her warm hand and looked up to see the balcony door was still open. When she stood to close it, her robe opened a little more, rubbing between her thighs. Selena turned back to the bed, and her mind flashed back to Lawrence. How she desired to keep playing his game. Her fingers moved over her breasts as she thought about him touching her. Sliding into bed she rolled to her side, caressing her nipples as she did. She opened her robe and allowed her large breasts to spill out. She imagined Lawrence admiring them and let her fingers roam gently moving down her stomach and between her thighs. Rocking into her touch, she moaned and spread her legs, feeling unfulfilled.
At that moment there was a knock on the door and Selena shrieked and jumped up, hoping it was Lawrence so they could continue where she left off. She tightened her robe, leaving ample cleavage and feeling sexy, she sauntered to the door. Opening it with a smile, she was surprised when a stranger smiled back, looking at her chest and then the floor. Dressed in white coveralls with a cap shadowing his face, Selena could not get a really good look at him, but it was not Lawrence.
“We thought you would be hungry so have brought you some dinner.” He said his voice soft and quiet. “If you need anything else please let me know.”
He wheeled in a small buffet table with almost a dozen separate dishes. Then he tipped his cap and walked away after taking another look at her breasts. Selena, torn between tightening her robe and taking it off, said nothing, only smiled, felt aroused and watched him leave. It always turned her on when a man watched her or appreciated her body. And here, with Lawrence she was beginning to unleash her sexuality in ways she never thought possible. Her stomach growled, and she decided to call and invite Lawrence to eat with her. She felt disappointed when he didn’t answer her call so she left him a message to come when he could.
Since she could not get immediate sexual gratification, she decided to appease her hunger and peaked inside the delicious smelling trays. Eating a little bit of everything, she went back for seconds, relishing the exotic smells and tastes of a spicy curry and a cool, fresh fruit salad to wash it down. Full of food, she brought the rest of the bottle of wine over to the bed and leaned back drowsy, tipsy and content.
Chapter Eleven
Without realizing it, she had fallen asleep. The next thing she knew she was being nudged awake, someone was touching her face. She opened her eyes and saw Lawrence, for a moment fear crept in as she saw the same eyes that narrowed and shot a man tied to a chair, in the mouth. She shook the memory away and smiled struggling to sit up.
“You came.” She croaked.
“Yeah.” He said his voice scratchy as he looked down at her. “I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but you left that message, and I could not stop thinking about you. That might mean you are bad for me.”
“No.” She cried out a moan and grabbed him, trying to pull him down to her. “I need you.”
His eyes were on her chest; her robe was loosening again. Wiggling a little she smiled at him, inviting him to her. Nervous and untrusting, he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. It was hard for him to believe she was authentic. Always ready for a trap or an ulterior purpose, Lawrence was trying not to let his arousal overcome his good sense.
“You make me nervous Selena. Perhaps I should not be here at all.” Lawrence said, leaning forward and debating his inner conflict.
“Please, Maestro.” Selena got on all fours to reach his arm. “I thought you wanted to play.”
Feeling her hand on his arm, Lawrence froze. “What kind of games are you playing? Are you still in compliance with our agreement? Or do you have ulterior motives here? You were sure intent on leaving earlier today.”
“Oh, yes. That was unfortunate. But I have spoken with my editor and the story I wrote is the story that happened. He was very pleased.” She moved closer her soft robe rubbing up against his arm.
He turned to see her, biting his lip as he looked her up and down. She was still bent over, one hand on his arm. Her eyes looked at his, pleading. Licking her lips, she let out a sigh and said nothing as her robe slipped off her shoulder. Lawrence growled.
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“Please, Maestro.” She begged. “Touch me.” She let the robe fall to her waist gasping as the cool air and her arousal hardened her nipples. She cocked her head and thrust out her chest, her breasts bouncing in his direction. He cupped her breasts and caressed her gently, rubbing his thumbs over her in circles. Moaning her pleasure, she leaned into him further, rubbing his shoulders and reaching out to touch him.
“You just touch whatever you want without asking, don’t you, you naughty girl.” He pushed her arms away, wrapping them behind her, leaving her breasts exposed to be lavished by his mouth. He kissed them, slowly sucking and licking. She writhed and tried to free her arms. “You like to be a naughty girl don’t you?”
“Oh yes Maestro, punish me for being naughty.” Selena, dripping with desire, begged him, hoping her would restrain her again.
“I have a few more surprises up my sleeve yet,” he said as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the side table drawer. Still holding her arms, he brought her to the tall post at the end of the bed. He wrapped her arms around the post and handcuffed them together. Then he got up and turned on the TV.
Selena groaned as she tried to find a comfortable position with her hands immobile. She found one on her knees, shoulder pressing into the post. Her eyes followed Lawrence as he grabbed the remote and got back on the bed, spanking her and then moving up beside her.
“I’ve been watching you.” He whispered.
When he turned the channel the bed, with her handcuffed to it, reflected back at her. Selena gasped. Lawrence pressed the menu button, brought up a saved video and pressed play. On the screen was Selena, only hours early on the bed in her robe. As she started touching herself on screen, Lawrence started touching her in the same way. Selena whimpered with desire and pulled at her arms, longing to return his touch.
“Do you like being watched my naughty girl,” he asked?
“Yes! Please touch me.” She moaned pushing into him as he stroked her.
Lawrence turned off the television and undid her handcuffs while keeping one hand on her, pleasuring her. Immediately she wrapped herself around him in a full body embrace. Pulling at his clothes like an animal she grunted and thrust herself upon him. Holding her tight, he laid her back on the bed caressing her body from top to bottom with his mouth. Running her hands through his hair, she moved with his touch until he abruptly sat up and straddled her.
“Tie me up, Maestro, please,” Selena begged, wanting to amplify the intensity building inside her.
Lawrence’s hardness throbbed into her, and his eyes dripped with lustful fantasy. Breathing deep and long he pushed the words out. “Okay, but only if you are really ready to play. When I restrain you. It is my rules. Are you sure you can trust me?”
“Yes, Maestro. Oh, yes.” She wasn’t sure she trusted him, but her desire for him prevailed and the thought of the unknown turned her on.
With a fast and gentle grasp, Lawrence restrained Selena’s arms, leaving room for only slight movement. Reaching beside the bed he retrieved the blindfold and put it snugly over her eyes, much to her protest, she wanted to see him. When finished he hovered over her, lips moist, eyes moving up and down her body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Selena lay still in anticipation for his touch. Her legs already spread, body wet and eager, he slipped inside her with a thrust. He pushed harder rocking her body forward, her breasts swaying in motion. Leaning forward on his strong arms he kissed her mouth hard. When she kissed him back, he pulled back and landed his mouth between her breasts. Moving side to side he caressed her, teasing her nipples with his rough face. More frantically, she began to rock in rhythm to his thrusts. Suddenly he sat up, stopped touching her altogether. She squirmed and moaned urging him to touch her. He moved forward, up her body, breathing hard. Then, with a groan, he shot his release all over her breasts.
“That feels so good, dripping down my breasts. I want to rub it all over my nipples. Thank you, Maestro.” Selena said, her voice dripping with arousal.
He rolled off of her and to one side, looking at her in longing and disbelief. He had never met someone so willing, someone, who obviously enjoyed it as much as he did. And this was her first time if he believed her (which he did because the background check he did on her matched her story). She was still wiggling, obviously aroused, so he turned to her and whispered in her ear. “If I release one of your hands, you use it to play with yourself.”
“Yes, please Maestro and can you take my blindfold too?” she asked breathing hard.
“Oh, I know you like to watch. I will remember that but for now, you will remain blindfolded.” He removed the restraint on one arm, and immediately she reached out to him. “No, no naughty girl, you don’t get to touch me, only yourself.”
She moved her hand to her chest and rubbed his stickiness. Moaning she rubbed some between her fingers and played with her nipples. She bit her lip as her fingers slid over her slick nipples and breasts, knowing he was nearby and watching added to the arousal. Slowly she moved her hand down between her legs, rubbing herself with a low groan.
“Oh no, you naughty girl breaking the rules again. I told you to touch your breasts nothing else.” He grabbed her arm and instead of restraining it again, he pulled her over onto her stomach. She was stuck with her free arm tucked under her body. Suddenly she felt a sharp thwack as Lawrence spanked her, but not with his hand. The sting bounced through her body igniting her passion, and she wiggled to move her arm underneath her back between her legs. After three spanks he stopped and rolled her back over. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He said with a whisper.
Chapter Twelve
After sixteen hours together, playing, eating, touching and talking, Lawrence had to leave for a few hours to work. He kissed Selena long and hard and fondled her under her robe as he left.
“Don’t you be a naughty girl while I am gone.” He laughed and kissed her again before forcing himself to pull away.
Saying nothing she responded by opening her robe to flash him. Mouth dropping open he turned to her, forgetting about the meeting, only wanting to touch her again. She winked at him, waved and shut the door. Shaking his head, he walked away, adjusted his tight pants, and thought about how he could keep Selena in his life.
Selena left her robe open, hoping Lawrence would see it on camera. She sat down and munched on the fruit platter that had been brought earlier for breakfast. Opening her laptop, she meandered through some emails and seeing the subject line of dozens, quickly changed to the magazine’s website to view the story. In print, with pictures and quotes from officers, the events of the previous day were laid out; proving to Selena that she had to continue down this chosen path, there was no going back. Taking a breath, she finished the story and responded to the important emails. Thanking family and close friends for the congratulations (the story made headlines worldwide) and reassuring people that she was fine, just on extended assignment.
It turned out, this assignment was amazingly rewarding and had awakened within her someone she always felt pulled to be. Even her friends, family, and job felt distant as she explored this new found passion with Lawrence. Instead of her being a kinky weirdo (something her ex had once called her), she felt liberated. The liberation felt like freedom, a freedom she would protect with everything. She ached for Lawrence to come back. He had hinted about escalating their play, and she begged him to choke her, harder this time. The look on his face was hard to read as he stammered his declaration that as Maestro, he decided what their games would be. Then he had nuzzled into her, kissing her shoulder softly.
The ringing of her phone broke her reverie. It was Edwards, earlier than usual.
“You got your story already! You are a workhorse and need to take some time off to enjoy. It must be quite luxurious there but instead you are off to some children’s home that Scriva sponsors. After yesterday’s excitement, we were not expecting much from you today, but this is amazing.” Edwards went silent, waiting for her to agree with him.
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nbsp; “Yes, it is a remarkable place.’ She stammered.
“Well, I will not keep you I am sure you are off to find the next story. Though I want a full briefing when you are back.” He said.
That should be interesting, Selena thought and then agreed before saying goodbye. Before she could take a breath, her phone rang again. It was her mother. She had ignored multiple calls from her over the past few days and figured she better get it over with. In all likelihood her best friend Beth would be next, but hopefully, she could prolong that one for a while. Beth would be harder to lie to.
“Hi, mom.” She said cheerfully.
“Why have you been ignoring my calls; I have been worried sick.” Her mom whined through the phone.
“Sorry, mom. I am away on assignment. I cannot answer the phone often as I am quite busy.” Yes, busy getting busy Selena thought and snickered.
“Well just as long as you are alright. I won’t keep you but will you be back for Sunday dinner? I am trying to plan how many to cook for. You and your siblings are so unreliable.” Mom scolded.
Sunday was three days away, and she would be home. “Sure mom. I will be there.” Selena said, finding it weird to plan daily activities when she wanted to stay tied to the bed being ravished by Lawrence. She shivered. “I gotta go now mom; I am working.”
After saying goodbye, Selena messaged Beth to avoid another awkward telephone call. Beth was the one person that almost accepted her weirdness. She had to they were roommates. In any case, Beth wouldn’t be missing her as she was having her boyfriend stay with her while Selena was gone. It didn’t take long to hear back from Beth giving her a thumbs up and adding a lewd comment about their couch. Selena laughed out loud and put her phone away. Part of her knew she should pull out some work, but she saw no reason to. The mystery articles were keeping everyone thrilled, and Selena decided instead to have a long hot bath, soaking in the lavender scent of the bubbles she floated. Closing her eyes, she felt the jets spraying over her body, stinging her sore backside. Selena groaned, stretched and dozed.
