front walk. He unlocked the door with a key drawn from his pocket and we both stepped inside. The foyer wasn’t cold and formal like the one in the mansion. This entrance was heavy with detail, rich colors and ornate woodwork. A chandelier hung directly above us, lighting the large space. The other rooms that I could see from where I was standing were all dimly lit, with shadows leaping and flickering on the dark Victorian-finished walls. Cameron was next to me, his hand clasped in mine, the heat from his body filling me.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
He glanced at the staircase that circled in front of us. “When you reach the top of the stairs, I want you to take a right and go all the way to the end of the hall.” He looked back at me. “When you reach the last door, open it. You’ll find something waiting on the bed. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to give me?” I chewed my lip.
His hand landed on my cheek, his thumb dipping to my lip, pulling it out from my teeth. Then he brushed his mouth over mine, but only briefly. “For now, yes. That’s all I’m giving you.” His fingers slipped down to the buttons on my jacket and unhooked each one before lifting the coat off me. He draped it over his arm, while his free hand reached around me and squeezed one of my ass cheeks. “Go.”
Knowing he was at the bottom of the stairs watching me, I slowly swung my hips as I moved up to the second floor, crossing the long catwalk sensually and making my way to the end of the hall. I still had no idea why we were here, what the significance was of this house—if he owned it, rented it, or had just brought me here to make me his mistress for the night. No matter how much it reminded me of the mansion, I knew I wouldn’t object to any of it.
The bedroom was decorated in the same style as the downstairs rooms, but darker, even more sensual and alluring. The entire space was done in black, in different shades and textures of the rousing color: the bedding was silk, the wallpaper a patterned velour. The metal fixtures alternated between brushed and polished. A low-lit chandelier hung over the bed. Other illumination came from candles… they’d been placed everywhere: on the dresser, on the floor, and nightstand. They were housed in glass pillars, floated in vases, cluttered the floor in trails of tea light holders. And just as Cameron had said, there was something waiting for me on the bed.
It wasn’t just one box this time. It was three.
Unlike the fear and anxiety that had rushed through me when I found the first box on our bed at the apartment, I felt nothing but anticipation this time. I raced toward the three and ripped off the paisley print wrapping from the first one and lifted the lid, revealing a set of black lingerie. The second box held a pair of boots. The third was much smaller than the other two. I left it fully wrapped as it rested in my palm. Curiosity caused my hands to shake, even if I didn’t really have to wonder what was inside.
A part of me already knew.
We were in a foreign house in the middle of nowhere, as far as I could tell; although he hadn’t fully duplicated it, he had done his best to try to make this room a recreation of my old wing. He had chosen an outfit for me to wear, just like my clients had; it was different from anything I owned at home or that I’d worn for him before. He had ordered me upstairs as though he were paying me to obey. And just as I thought, when I removed the wrapping paper from the final box and lifted the lid, I found a mask. It matched the outfit, made of black fabrics that alternated between velvet and satin. Black glitter rimmed the eye slits and the bridge of the nose, swirled in designs between both fabrics.
Why would he have given me a mask?
My clients had been nothing like Cameron. They wouldn’t have taken me to an art exhibit, giving me the gift of a piece that I had been admiring silently.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
He glanced at the staircase that circled in front of us. “When you reach the top of the stairs, I want you to take a right and go all the way to the end of the hall.” He looked back at me. “When you reach the last door, open it. You’ll find something waiting on the bed. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to give me?” I chewed my lip.
His hand landed on my cheek, his thumb dipping to my lip, pulling it out from my teeth. Then he brushed his mouth over mine, but only briefly. “For now, yes. That’s all I’m giving you.” His fingers slipped down to the buttons on my jacket and unhooked each one before lifting the coat off me. He draped it over his arm, while his free hand reached around me and squeezed one of my ass cheeks. “Go.”
Knowing he was at the bottom of the stairs watching me, I slowly swung my hips as I moved up to the second floor, crossing the long catwalk sensually and making my way to the end of the hall. I still had no idea why we were here, what the significance was of this house—if he owned it, rented it, or had just brought me here to make me his mistress for the night. No matter how much it reminded me of the mansion, I knew I wouldn’t object to any of it.
The bedroom was decorated in the same style as the downstairs rooms, but darker, even more sensual and alluring. The entire space was done in black, in different shades and textures of the rousing color: the bedding was silk, the wallpaper a patterned velour. The metal fixtures alternated between brushed and polished. A low-lit chandelier hung over the bed. Other illumination came from candles… they’d been placed everywhere: on the dresser, on the floor, and nightstand. They were housed in glass pillars, floated in vases, cluttered the floor in trails of tea light holders. And just as Cameron had said, there was something waiting for me on the bed.
It wasn’t just one box this time. It was three.
Unlike the fear and anxiety that had rushed through me when I found the first box on our bed at the apartment, I felt nothing but anticipation this time. I raced toward the three and ripped off the paisley print wrapping from the first one and lifted the lid, revealing a set of black lingerie. The second box held a pair of boots. The third was much smaller than the other two. I left it fully wrapped as it rested in my palm. Curiosity caused my hands to shake, even if I didn’t really have to wonder what was inside.
A part of me already knew.
We were in a foreign house in the middle of nowhere, as far as I could tell; although he hadn’t fully duplicated it, he had done his best to try to make this room a recreation of my old wing. He had chosen an outfit for me to wear, just like my clients had; it was different from anything I owned at home or that I’d worn for him before. He had ordered me upstairs as though he were paying me to obey. And just as I thought, when I removed the wrapping paper from the final box and lifted the lid, I found a mask. It matched the outfit, made of black fabrics that alternated between velvet and satin. Black glitter rimmed the eye slits and the bridge of the nose, swirled in designs between both fabrics.
Why would he have given me a mask?
My clients had been nothing like Cameron. They wouldn’t have taken me to an art exhibit, giving me the gift of a piece that I had been admiring silently.
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