Undoing the button on her jeans he began to push them down. Wiggling her hips, she worked them down to the point they slipped over her legs. As she removed the jeans from around her ankles, she felt him at the clasp on her bra. As he stood looking at her she began to unbutton his shirt slowly. Freeing it from his pants, she continued until she could push it away. Her hands returning to his chest, drawing her fingernails lazily up and down his stomach and across his ribs. Finally closing her arms around him she could feel the muscles tense in his back. Tenderly wrapping his fingers in her hair he pulled her neck back and bit into the curve between her shoulder and her neck.
She hissed in pain at the first bite and he backed away. “No don’t stop.” She begged him. He didn’t have to be told twice. Sitting on the bed in front of her he closed his arms around her hips, his hands holding her back. He looked in her eyes as he closed his mouth around the peak of her breast. Her fingers found their way into his thick hair and pulled him closer, urging him on. With her cue he closed his teeth down on her sensitive nipple. Arching her back against him she allowed her head to fall back. The sudden pinch on the other nipple caught her off guard. She gasped and stood up. He was driving her mad, all she could feel was the emotion flowing through her like molten lava. There was nothing he could do that she wouldn’t allow.
Taking her by the hand he guided her down to the bed. He slowly stood up and threw his pants in a pile on the floor. Sliding his hands inside her pink lace panties, he pushed them to her ankles and added them to the pile below him. “Are you positive this is what you want, Priscilla?”
“Yes sir.” She answered, her breathing coming quick and uneven.
It was all she had to say. He lowered himself over her and kissed her gently. His lips brushing against hers, across her eyelids and her forehead. Staring into the dark walnut colored eyes beneath him, he pushed slowly into her. She gasped and tightened her hold on his back. Yes, this is what she needed and she needed it with him. Sliding deeper and deeper inside, he felt it difficult to retain control. Her heat surrounding him was pushing him closer to the edge and this time he wanted to make it last. Buried deep inside of her he began to find his rhythm. It was something slow and sweet, blissful. No rush, no race to finish. This was perfect. Her hips matched his move for move and he could hear her moans. When she called his name it brought him that much closer. As they moved faster and harder together, they both climbed that wave of passion that was going to bring them to the edge and beyond. “Oh God, don’t stop Adam, please don’t stop. I am so close.” She cried.
Hearing her voice he grabbed her leg and pushed it back towards her chest. Everything falling into place at once, he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer and wanted to reach that point with her. She grabbed him by the hips and pulled him against her as her body tensed, her legs were trembling, her breathing erratic, the release of all the pent up stress and anxiety, followed by pure, raw sexual tension, was mind shattering for her. As she began to contract around him, all he could say was “Priscilla.” He fell into a million pieces along with her. Holding on to one another as they fell apart was an emotional moment for her. She wasn’t used to having anyone that cared enough. He wasn’t used to being so emotionally attached to anyone during sex. This wasn’t just sex, even if he didn’t want to admit it, he had made love to this woman with great passion, tenderness and love. The thought scared the shit out of him.
“Oh my God, that was excellent!” She told him as she lay there trying to catch her breath and regain the use of her limbs.
“You felt amazing.” He admitted.
The two lay on the still made bed and held each other close.
Priscilla broke the silence when she made the announcement that dinner was probably cold.
He couldn’t help but laugh. When he laughed, she did in turn as well. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt true happiness. Turning to face her, he kissed her softly on the forehead and told her that she would always be safe here.
Playfully smacking her on the bottom, he suggested she go shower so they could go for a walk through the grounds tonight. He had wanted to show her during the daylight, but for now they could use it for a romantic evening stroll. “What the hell is this romantic shit, Linston?” He thought to himself.
When she turned the water on for the shower, she still somewhat expected it to be only lukewarm. It wasn’t, it was hot. The entire room steamed in just a few minutes, but the water felt good. Very good. She lingered in the water as long as she dared. He wanted to show her the gardens, so she would graciously speed up her lingering in the luxurious shower.. Although she couldn’t get their lovemaking out of her head. He had felt amazing and her body was so in need of it. There would be no regrets about this one. Hell it was her first time in over a year. Battery operated toys didn’t count, only real human interaction.
Feeling refreshed and relaxed after her shower, she went to the closet to see what had been stored away for her. She was in shock when she saw not just a few things, but one entire side filled in the expansive room. It couldn’t be called a closet, it was a full size room with a dressing table and armoire in the center. There was even seating in there. She chose a pretty, floral sundress and a white lace bra and panty set to go under it. The sizes were a perfect fit, even down to the shoes. Taking a last look in the mirror, she pulled her still damp hair into a low pony tail and went to join Adam. First, she had to find him.
When she finally found him, he was having a drink in his office area. She knocked quietly on the door before entering. “You don’t have to knock, Priscilla. I told you, please, make yourself at home.” He said. “How was your shower?”
“It was fantabulous. However it came in a very distant second compared to earlier events.” She said with a wink.
“I want to talk to you for a second, I want you to know that you can tell me to stop at any time. If something hurts you or you don’t like it.” He told her.
“I would have, I promise. I won’t lie, it did hurt at first when you bit me but it was weird, it hurt and felt good all at the same time and the pain gave way to pleasure.” She stopped to think before continuing. “I don’t understand it, but I enjoyed it.”
“I’m glad you are comfortable enough to tell me that.” He said in response to her answer.
“Normally though I don’t have sex with strange men that I just met. I guess I don’t consider you a strange man that I had just met and that in itself frightens me a bit.” She admitted to him.
“Come, let’s go for our walk. It’s nice outside this evening. Would you like a glass of wine to take with you?” He asked her.
“That sounds perfect.” She smiled.
While Adam and Priscilla walked the gardens on the estate, a man was shopping at a hardware store two counties away. His purchases included rope, plastic bags, coveralls, shoe covers and bleach. This should have set off alarm bells in the clerk, but in this sleepy little town nothing happened. She didn’t even bat an eye. Rang him up, completed the transaction and sent him on his way.
He knew that he wouldn’t get caught unless he screwed up his plans. Now, things had changed a little bit and it required more thinking. She would get what was coming to her if it was the last thing he did. There were things to do and other acts that needed to be put into motion. No one was on to him yet so he had the element of surprise on his side. “Oh this was going to be a surprise of grand proportions.” He thought to himself. The others before her had been so easy. They were flighty and didn’t pay attention, it wasn’t hard to lure them away. Fact was, he had no choice but to kill them after he talked to them. None of this had to be this way, but he was pushed to the point of eliminating that which was in his way. There wasn’t any remorse, he had simply removed more scum from the face of the earth.
As he drove the little black Honda he had bought and not registered, he thought about his perfect plans and how she had screwed it all up. Now she was a part of his grand plan, not only a
part, but she was going to be the star. It was all a matter of timing. Moving along the main highway between the city and the hardware store, he passed by the Linston Estate. “Yes, I know you are there and I can wait as long as it takes.”
Priscilla and Adam walked along the stone path through the grounds, talking about anything and everything. The only sounds in the night were the animals and the trees, interrupted momentarily by the little car on the highway with the music blaring. “Kids.” Adam said as he took her hand.
“Yeah, we’ve all done it. Some of us still do.” She smiled up at him.
After an uneventful and quiet week, Adam approached Priscilla. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. Next Saturday is our club party. If you do not want to dance, please don’t feel like you have to. I’m just thankful to have you here, it’s obvious that we are more than employer/employee now.”
“I was thinking about that. With everything going on I had lost track of which Saturday it was going to be. I really don’t mind dancing, if you don’t mind me doing it. It’s sort of therapeutic, takes my mind off of a lot.” She said.
“That’s fine with me, I love watching you dance. It’s therapeutic alright. Okay, maybe not so much therapeutic as it is fucking hot as hell.” He laughed with her.
“At least you’re honest.” She giggled. Her eyes were alight with a new found fire.
They walked on, hand in hand in through the gentle breeze of the night. The sounds had changed from the birds and trees to the chirp of the crickets and the frogs near the ponds. Priscilla wasn’t accustomed to it, but found it to be very relaxing in comparison to the cars, horns and sirens of the city. Even the move from the so called bad neighborhood into the good one hadn’t changed that. So for now she would live out a dream as long as it lasted. Once they captured the murderer who was now stalking her, she would be able to return home to her apartment. The thought caused her to sigh.
“Everything okay?” He asked her.
“Yes, I was just thinking. It’s sort of bittersweet you know.” She replied.
“What is?” He questioned her.
“All of this. I have someone that wants me dead, three friends already dead, fleeing my home, meeting you, coming here, and after all of that, tonight, I am truly happy.” She said wistfully.
“You know, after a while if you still feel the same, you could always choose to remain happy.” He said oddly soft spoken.
“That’s not something to think about right now. We have to see how all of this plays out. The police need something solid to go on, maybe then they would find the solution.” She said.
“What do you want to think about?” He asked her.
“These gardens, the scent of the outdoors, the sounds, making love to you.” She shyly told him.
He smiled at her and tightened his grip on her hand. If he spent too much time with this woman he would be caught in her trap and fall completely in love. Who was he trying to fool? He already had. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, didn’t want to even admit it to himself.
They journeyed through the rose garden and headed back to the house. It was cooling off quickly and Priscilla didn’t have a jacket. “I’m getting kind of hungry. Didn’t notice it before.” She said.
“We can always find something in the kitchen. There’s staff on all the time.” He smiled.
“I don’t need kitchen staff, I can cook for myself. I’m not used to all of that.” She looked away, slightly embarrassed. This was completely out of her realm and she had no concept of how to reply.
“There’s no need to be ashamed. I don’t care where you come from or what you do or do not have.” He said plainly. “They are paid quite handsomely for their time. It’s what they do.”
“Thank you, perhaps we should go see them. A growling tummy isn’t very ladylike.” She pointed out.
Stumbling on a new found happiness himself, he laughed heartily, picked her up amid protests, and started toward the house. Someone had to get this woman something to eat.
The two of them made an amazing pair. As if they were suited to be together. Of course there was the subject of his lifestyle that had not come up in conversation yet, but she was going to change that tonight. She wanted to know what was in those rooms and what they were used for. Half of it scared her to death because the pictures and websites she found on the internet were just violent. She hoped that wasn’t what he was in to. He had shown her nothing but tenderness and the occasional firm tone, she could live with that. He sat her down just outside of the kitchen back door. Kissing her quickly as he did so. These were the little moments that people lived for. His job was to keep her alive to enjoy those moments. With him.
Priscilla started a conversation with the woman that would be cooking her dinner. She really had to get used to this. It was strange for her not to be the one waiting on someone. “Please, don’t go to any strenuous lengths, Gabi.” She told the older woman.
“Dear there is nothing too strenuous. Okay, maybe Beef Wellington or something at this hour, but normal food, nothing is a problem. I’m going to make you my homemade enchiladas.” Gabi told her.
“Oh no, please something small and light tonight. I couldn’t eat anything heavy right now.” She pleaded with her.
“Well then, we shall have enchiladas tomorrow night for dinner then.” Gabi smiled. “Tonight, how about cucumbers, avocado, alfalfa sprouts and tomato on a brioche roll?”
“That, sounds heavenly.” Priscilla replied.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
With the quiet peacefulness of the last several days, Saturday made its presence known. There was a bustle of activity around the house. Extra staff came in to make sure everything was taken care of down to the most miniscule detail. The excitement that buzzed through the entire home was in stark contrast to the previous days that she had been here. Tonight was the night that she was going to ask Adam to show her around the other areas. If she did it on her way to get dressed, it wouldn’t take him out of his way. This set her nerves on edge, she had never encountered anything like this. However, if it was a part of him, then she was pretty sure it was a good thing for her to learn. She had already picked up on some of the terminology and was ready to move forward.
Catching up to him about an hour before any guests were scheduled to arrive, she pulled him aside. “I have to go get dressed soon, I want to make sure I look perfect for you.” She cooed.
He liked seeing this side of her. It wasn’t quite the exotic dancer mentality but it wasn’t the shy and reserved Priscilla he had come to know either. “Let me open the door for you, unless you remember where it is?” He said.
“Please, show me.” Came her reply. She was determined to get him to walk with her.
He smiled and led the way toward the hidden hall. Once they had reached the bookshelf, he showed her where the button was. “Any time you want or need to come down here, you do not have to ask me.”
“Yes sir.” She answered.
“Do you have any clue that I find you to be absolutely intoxicating?” He said, a fire was beginning to burn in his eyes. She could see it and he could feel it.
“No sir, I didn’t.” She was honest.
“Well I do and I can’t wait to watch you dance tonight. While everyone else can only watch and dream, I can watch and take you to bed after.” He beamed at her.
“Yes sir, you can.” She agreed. “I do have a question for you. Would you show me these rooms on our way down the hall?”
It was his turn to be stunned into momentary silence. “I will. They are all pretty much the same, different sizes, a few different things here and there, but yes, I will show you.”
She started to get nervous when he opened the door to the first room. His term dungeon was not exactly what she had pictured in her head. The internet had terrified her of some of this stuff. This room upon first glance was beautiful. The only dungeon feel to it was the gothic style furniture. The dark purple and black color scheme enhanced that feel.
When she took a second look at the few pieces of furniture that were in the room, she noticed the loops secured to the arms and legs of the chair that sat in the center of the room, the seat was open and the front was wider than a normal chair would be. The sides of that seat would be under your thighs. On the wall to the left of that chair were various sizes and lengths of cuffs and collars, all with locks attached to them. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out what those were for. Across the room there were wedged shaped pieces of furniture that would allow a body to reach many different angles.
“Are you okay with this?” He asked her genuinely.
“I’m fine with this. It isn’t bad at all. I’m guessing it gets worse, though?” She said.
“Not too much. Pretty much anything that can happen in one room can happen in any room. People just have different preferences. The rooms are all decorated differently though, that’s for shock value and appeal to different tastes.” He told her. “Different themes, you could say.”
Going to the next door which was across the hall from the first one, he turned the handle and let her in.
“Okay, this one is a little different, but I understand the concept, obviously.” She told him.
There were various pieces of furniture, if you could call it that, she didn’t know what else to call it actually, that were designed to hold one in place. Ones that were meant to be knelt on, ones that were to be laid on, and one that was made to be restrained bent over while standing. As in the previous room, there were cuffs of many sizes and lengths. This room also added many different spanking implements. There were paddles, belts, flogs, whips, and what looked like an old wooden hairbrush. All of this she understood. When she came to the next set of items that were on the wall, she had to ask, “What are the bars?”
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