The Stranger I Know (Dark Romance) by Amy Isan Page A

eight o'clock on the money. Where is he? He can't do this to me. If he doesn't show up in ten minutes, I'll take the damn thing out myself and forget it ever happened.
    This isn't what I agreed to. This isn't part of the game we play. It was fun at first but now it's only a test of fortitude.
    Minutes pass and I ache. My feet are sore. My legs tremble. My body wants me to die, I can tell.
    Eight after eight. I stare into the peephole. Two minutes.
    I start counting the seconds.
    A light flashes on the other side and the door is unlocked. It opens and floods the hallway with the smell of steak and garlic mashed potatoes. The Stranger stands before me, beckoning me to come inside. His mask tightly fitted to his face. A smile on his lips.
    My impatience and anger disappear the instant I see the room service platters waiting near the bed. As I throw my jacket off and lift the lid, the door falls shut with a bang and I feel the Stranger walk up behind me.
    "I thought you might be hungry."
    Steam hits my face and I turn away to look at him. "Was the tardiness part of the game?" I make sure to strain 'game' so he knows I'm not pleased. If he doesn't like it... that's too bad.
    "Game? You think this is a game to me?" he says, his expression looks strained but without his eyes to confirm it, I can't really tell. All I can watch are his eyes move from one side to the other. I'm not usually allowed to look for so long. "This is more than that."
    "Since when?"
    He's finally noticed my attitude. He slips his hand into his pocket and the vibrator intensifies on me. I lean over the bed and clasp the frame's pegs to keep myself up. "You're awfully catty today, Eve."
    "I've had a long day..." he increases the pressure. "Sir." I hang my head to look away from him. He lowers the vibration.
    "Good," he says. "Much better." He slips his hand out of his pocket before he lifts the lids from the dishes. Steam coils into the air again. "Now you'll eat."
    "Just me... sir?" I ask. "There are two."
    "You'll need the second one later, trust me."
    I sit down at the edge of the bed and he rolls the serving tray around to meet my knees. I freeze as he pushes the cart toward me and am amazed he doesn't ding my knees. His arms are strong and tanned. His button down's sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, making him look like he just got off a hard job.
    I admire his arms as I dig into my steak. Each slice of the knife into the flesh makes more steam gush out of it. It's delicious. The Stranger watches me intently, as if he's savoring each bite as much as I am.
    After I'm finished eating, exhaustion finally takes its turn on me. The dull sense of vibration keeps me awake though, and it's a reminder of why I wanted to be here in the first place.
    "Master..." I begin slowly. I wait for him to turn his attention up to me, from my legs. "Could the vibrator be removed now?" I try to sound non committal, like it isn't a big deal if not.
    "Yes. I want to see it," he says. I stand up in front of him and he sits down in a chair. "Undress right here. I want to see the... proof."
    I unbuckle my pants and jerk them down to my thighs. I lean down and pull the ends free from my feet and toss the pants aside. Leggings and panties now. How else could I stay warm? Or in today's case, how else could I not soak through my clothes? I hook my thumbs under the leggings and slide them down, feeling the skin peel as the fabric pulls free from my thighs and panties. The Stranger seems exceptionally pleased.
    I let go of the leggings once they're free and let them crumple in a heap on the carpet. I hook my fingers under the band of my panties, and while I want to try and pull this off sexily, I know I can't. I pull the underwear down and feel the starchy wetness of it all. Even the edges and ass are soaked. I've never so totally destroyed a pair of panties in my life. They're cold and it feels like a miracle when I take them off all the way.
    The Stranger extends his hand and I give him