Authors: Carol Swan
Closing my eyes and focusing upon his touch, I feel him release me from my heavenly prison as the ribbon around my hands fell to the floor.
My hands dared not move. Was this just another one of his tests? Am I to run only to have one of his many bodyguards catch me? No…
“Jessie…” he whispers ever so softly.
His hands pull my panties – down and off.
Bare and exposed I sit. Waiting.
Fingers make their way up my dress and curl around my nipples. Twisting and pulling I feel every bit of the pain… and pleasure. The want and need to have him returned, exploding like a thousand fireworks within me. No.
His tongue curled around my earlobe ever so softly as he breathed. Warm breath turned to shivers of desire as he ran his mouth to mine. I was possessed by desire.
He knew I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to.
I was his and his alone.
Dare he continue this tortuous lustful affair?
One finger on each knee, I felt myself spread for him.
“Jess! We are heading out. Happy Birthday!”
“Thank you for everything! The party was amazing.”
I heard the front door squeak shut as I turned towards the stairs up to my room.
Taking two steps at a time, I was eager to have a very well deserved relaxing evening before entering another long hard work week. Mondays. Ugh.
Whistling a tune I heard on the radio earlier that day, I ran the water in the Jacuzzi. Hot. Just how I like it.
My bath was the one thing I looked forward to every day. It was the one thing I had in my life that I splurged on. A used $400 Jacuzzi I picked up at a yard sale. One can’t beat the feeling of finding a good deal… unless it’s a Jacuzzi.
Quickly picking up my little vibe from my bedside table, I clicked it on just to be sure it was still alive. The room filled with a buzz.
I smiled and slipped off my birthday outfit. A light red cardigan with my worn tight jeans. There’s nothing like a good pair of jeans.
Sliding into the Jacuzzi, I felt the water rise up past my hips and to my neck. Perfect.
A light fragrance of flowers wafted in through the window as I laid there and clicked on my friend. I named him Monroe – after David Monroe of course. Monroe is a rich guy that lives in the city.
He certainly was attractive. Even the news reporters swooned over him when they took his interview last week for his latest achievement. Something to do with trading stocks. He made millions upon millions in a matter of weeks.
His wife was all over the news as well, always talking about his bad habits before he had money and talking him down as if he was a bad person undeserving of his money and status. If I was ever that rich, and she was somehow my wife, I would certainly put her in her place.
I clicked on my vibe and slid it up my slit as I picked up a magazine by the side of the tub. There he was, right there on the cover. “David Monroe, richest man in the northwest has a dark secret.”
A dark secret, huh?
Flipping through, I read on, “Billionaire by day, swinger by night.”
Interesting. Who would have thought Monroe would be involved in that kind of stuff?
I flipped to the next page where I found a large picture of him. He stood there in front of a large crowd of people, his several thousand dollar suit partially open and his hands on his hips. Smiling of course.
My mind wandered.
Monroe pressed his firm body against mine, pulled my head back by my hair. Kissing down my throat and twirling my hard nipples in his mouth. “I want you,” he said firmly, “I want only you.”
Turning Monroe up a notch and slowly sliding him inside me, I returned his words, “I’m yours.”
My back arced as I felt him slide deeper inside as I ran my fingers over his picture. “God… what I would let you do to me,” I said out loud as I heard a knock at the door downstairs.
Damnit.
Running Monroe up over my button one last time, I clicked him off.
Wrapping a towel around my body and putting my hair in a bun, I ran to the bedroom and slipped on a comfortable loose dress and panties. I ran down the stairs towards the door. Nobody should be coming over at this hour. It was well after seven already.
I peeked through the peephole. Four men in suits with a limousine behind them. Being a tailor, I knew a suit when I saw one. These suits were expensive. One would have to pay a fortune for something like that.
Must be important.
The door opened as I turned the knob. “Hello?”
“There is someone that would like to… speak with you,” the man on the left spoke firmly. As if it made a difference. They all looked like bodyguards. Large, beefy and well paid bodyguards.
Their hands wrapped around my arms and walked me towards the limo.
Now I can honestly say I’ve never done anything illegal in my entire life. I was the good girl. I am the good girl.
The ride was short. Maybe ten minutes. Not a word was spoken nor a glance given to me. It was comfortable though. My mind ran wild the whole time. Who? Why? Was this some sort of extravagant kidnapping?
We arrived.
A large mansion surrounded by a high steel gate. The guard at the gate nodded to the suited men inside the car as it opened.
Large manicured gardens displayed in the front yard. One large fountain in the center with paved blacktop circling it. Several cars were pulled up in front of the mansion. Each was well worth more than I have ever made in my entire life, even if I added up every dime.
I sat there, waiting, as the suited men stood up and walked over to my door.
“Let’s go. He wants you.”
“Who wants me?”
Not a single word was muttered in reply. I was left to my fate, whatever that might be.
The large double door opened at the top of the stairs.
Two more guards stepped out as I made my way up the stairs. Glancing behind me, I suddenly realized where I was. The large M on the gate. The gold M on the center of each of the doors.
Monroe.
I stepped inside the lavish mansion. Everything appeared to be accented with black or gold. Whoever decorated this place must have had an overwhelmingly large budget. So much so they had to dip everything in gold to spend their quota.
Footsteps echoed off the walls as I stood there taking in the sights. My eyes followed the red carpet up the stairs. There he was at the top. Monroe.
He nodded to the guards behind me and walked down the hall out of my sight.
“Let’s go,” the guard said firmly as he placed his hand on my back and led me deeper into the mansion.
Moans of pleasure seeped through the walls as we turned the corner. Apparently someone was having a good time. Was it Monroe with another woman other than his wife? After all, he was a swinger.
We turned around another corner. A man stood in front of a large wooden door. He nodded to the guard behind me and grasped the handle.
Inside was darkness. I could barely keep my hands from trembling as I held onto the rail and descended deeper.
My eyes adjusted as I look forward to the center of the room. A chair with red linen and gold handles. Hung on the side was a small piece of ribbon, and the other, a black tie.
Perhaps I was there for questioning. Perhaps not. Either way, I was stuck.
He sat me down in the chair, loosely wrapping my hands behind my back with the ribbon and slipping the tie around my eyes.
“Wait.”
The one word echoed in my mind as I heard his footsteps disappear into the darkness.
I sat there for what seemed like eternity as echoes of ecstasy filled my ears.
Alright. Enough of this. I’m leaving.
Footsteps down the wooden stairs.
I called out, “Hello?”
No reply.
The footsteps stopped in front of me. I could easily get out of the bindings, but did I really want to? I guess the real question is, do I want to go back to my mostly average life or float on this adrenaline high?
“I’ve been watching you,” the person says. Obviously a man. He sounded familiar, like someone I once knew.
My mind already knew who was there. No doubt. But everything else told me it wasn’t. It had to be some sort of fantasy or dream.
“Who are you?”
I felt his breath against the back of my neck as his hands rested on my shoulders. “You know who I am, but do you know what I want?”
A chill ran up my spine as my mind raced with the possibilities. What could a man with millions in the bank possibly want with me?
The footsteps circled back around in front of me. “Jessie…”
“You once knew me as Dave. We went to the same high school oh so many years ago. I remember asking you out to the school dance. You turned me down.”
I did remember him asking me to the dance. He always had a thing for me, but at the time I was so focused on my schoolwork I hadn’t noticed.
Nodding, I opened my mouth to speak but a single finger hushed me.
“All the women in the world can’t even compare to you. I’ve never forgotten your smile. I find myself unable to resist and so I come to you again…”
His words trailed off as I felt his hands run down my legs.
“…I need something from you.”
He needs something from me? What could I possibly have that he could want, much less need?
“Anything,” I replied without hesitation.
“I need you to dance with me.”
“Dance? I don’t understand.”
His hands slid up between my legs, ever so slightly underneath my dress.
“A dance of pleasure, pain, lust and love,” he murmured.
I nodded, finally understanding what he wanted. No… needed.
Speaking softly into the darkness I replied, “Why me?”
“You captivate me. I can’t tell you why, but I know without a shadow of doubt you are the one. You are the single person that blends the line between love and lust. I need to experience desire on an untamed level with you.”
I nodded again, unable to speak. My breath was taken away by this billionaire playboy. I guess even the rich men have depth. For him to need me in such an animalistic way was beyond my imagination. What harm could one night be? I had nobody to go home to.
My legs opened for him. Only one finger on each leg. Was that all it took? A rich man, a dark basement and a sob story?
His cologne was enough to drive my senses wild. Deep guttural groans escaped his mouth, much like an animal during mating season. He wanted what I had. But did he have something I wanted? What could a middle class woman in her late twenties want from a rich man other than money? I certainly wasn’t a gold digger.
My thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps coming down the stairs. “David! This is the last time I’m going to tell you. Get your ass up here right now!”
It was his wife. I’ve seen her on the television. I could tell her squawking from anywhere. The media always made her out to be this crazy woman, but for some reason he still stayed with her. It was probably her looks. The boob job, the blonde hair, the… well, bimbo sort of attitude. I was the opposite, or at least I thought I was. Was he really that shallow?
Monroe sighed and replied without emotion, “That’s my wife.”
“I understand …” I trailed softly into the darkness, “but why bring me here only to leave?”
The sound of his footsteps faded as he walked towards the stairs. I could hear the hesitation in his feet and the deep breathing of his want to stay. Perhaps it was best he leave. Perhaps.
Quiet.
The darkness enveloped me as I sat there, waiting. What I was waiting for was as confusing as the reason I was brought here to this mansion.
Would he return to finish the job?
Minutes ticked by, then hours – or what seemed like hours anyways.
Reaching up, I took off the blindfold and looked around.
Light escaped a crack in the door up the wooden stairs to my right. A door to my left leading to places unknown. Cool air breathing down on my body from a small window high on the wall.
Words broke through the silence like a knife through butter, “Jessie right?”
I looked up the stairs. A guard.
“Yes… that’s me.”
“Come; let’s get you to bed. You need to be ready for tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? I certainly wasn’t aware of anything going on tomorrow… other than work. Boring, drab, middle-life crisis kind of work. Fuck it.
“Ok,” was all I was able to muster up as I stood from the chair and headed up the stairs.
The mansion was quiet as he led me up the winding staircase to the second floor.
“Here we are. This room is yours,” he said quietly as he opened a door in front of us, “now don’t you go poking around. Stay here. I’ll have someone to your room in the morning to help you get dressed.”
I nodded as he turned on the light. My breath was taken away by the sight before me. A large canopy bed with four large pillars reaching up towards the ceiling, extravagant paintings lining the walls, and what appeared to be a large Jacuzzi in the connecting bathroom. Jesus.