Eleven (9 page)

On the other side of the entryway was
the opening to the dining room. There was a long chiseled wood
dining table with chairs on one side and a long bench on the
opposite. Three large windows behind the table looked out onto the
mountain terrain.

The end of the entryway opened up into
the great room which like the ranch house, had floor to ceiling
windows. The view was incredible. I could see the lights of the
city below twinkling in the distance.

The kitchen was part of the great room.
The 16 foot wall was covered to the ceiling with multi-toned
turquoise and brushed silver rectangular tiles. The dark cabinetry
was a beautiful contrast. A large, expansive cooking island and
seating area completed the space. This was definitely a showplace
for entertaining.

The walls were strangely devoid of
décor. No paintings or pictures—just bare painted or tiled
surfaces.

The driver courteously stated, “I’ll
place your luggage in the master room. If you will be so kind as to
follow me, I will show you the way.”

He continued down the hallway off the
right side of the great room, which led to the bedrooms. The master
suite was located around two corners at the end of the hallway. It
was past a small sitting room and was quite isolated and
private.

“Will that be all, ma’am?” the driver
politely inquired.

“Oh, yes sir. Thank you,” I said, while
trying to dig around in my purse to retrieve a tip for
him.

He noticed me fumbling with my purse
and said, “Oh, no ma’am. That won’t be necessary—not necessary at
all!”

He continued, “Should you require any
assistance, please page me by dialing 1 on the telephone and I will
be at your disposal. I was instructed to invite you to make
yourself at home. Please feel free to help yourself to anything in
the kitchen. I have placed fresh towels for you in the bathroom.
The man of the house should be arriving approximately 10:00 pm.
Again, please do not hesitate to ring if you need anything at
all.”

He seemed genuinely surprised at my
friendliness when I reached out to shake his hand and thanked him
for being so kind—and for the ride from the airport.

“You’re quite welcome, ma’am. It was my
pleasure,” he said, “my pleasure, indeed.”

And with that, he exited the house to
park the car. I supposed he was both driver and butler. I assumed
his living quarters were somewhere in the near vicinity, since he
apparently was at my disposal. He was a very formal, but kind
man.

I wandered into the kitchen and found
some sliced fruit and cheese. I also spotted a covered tray of
chocolate dipped strawberries, but decided not to take any of them.
They might have been prepared for another occasion. I grabbed a
bottle of sparkling water from the fridge and sat down at the
counter to have a bite.

I found a separate butler’s kitchen
just to the side of the main kitchen. I washed the plate and
utensils I had used and set them in a wooden dish rack on the
counter. I took my bottle of sparkling water to the master suite.
It was 8:20 New Mexico time, so I figured I should have plenty of
time to relax from my flight and freshen up before he arrived
home.

The master bath was luxurious. It also
had a large soaking tub which was set into a natural Silestone
tiled encasement. The shower also featured a Silestone wall that
had an inset of variegated amethyst colored glass and brushed
stainless steel tiles. The rest of the shower area was encased in
glass. A window above the tub opened into the master
bedroom.

Across from the bath and shower area
was a large maple vanity with a Silestone slab top. It had double
sinks. The colors of the room were soothing purple and sage with
brushed stainless steel fixtures. A large framed mirror was on the
wall which matched the length of the vanity.

As expected, a pottery vase containing
a bouquet of lavender and sage was on the corner of the bath’s
ledge.

I quite enjoyed the warm water of the
rain shower as it cascaded from overhead. I had never been to a
spa, much less a house, that was this posh. I loved the organic
soap. It had a scent that was indigenous to the Santa Fe area;
vague hints of sage, spices and pinon pine. I took one last measure
of making sure everything was closely shaved and bare, with the
exception of the narrow strip of hair left from a recent Brazilian
wax.

After toweling off, I put on a thick
robe which I assumed belonged to him. I tousled my hair and softly
dried it into loose, flowing curls. I accented my eyes with smoky
shadow, lining the rims with Kohl. I highlighted the apples of my
cheeks with softly shimmering blush and swiped Vixen lipstick
across my full bottom lip and the bow of my upper lip.

This was not going to be a night of
questioning or holding back. I was going to make sure this would be
the night of a lifetime; the one he had fantasized about—a night he
would never forget.

I returned the robe to the hook on the
door. I slipped the straps of the studded leather bra over my
shoulders and fastened the clasp in front. Then I stepped into the
matching thong and carefully eased it up over the curve of my
hips.

Then I pulled my hair up and teased it
into a wild up-do, which exposed the length of my neck. There! I
exhaled and looked into the full length of my reflection in the
mirror. I was groomed to perfection. I felt confident—and very
powerful.

The clock read 9:52. I had just enough
time to hustle my boots, choker, gloves—and myself into the theater
before I heard his keys turning the lock of the front
door.

I heard the sound of his boots walking
through the entryway and veer off, down the hallway. Whew! I barely
escaped being caught.

I had left a hand-written note for him
on the bed that he could not miss.

~ Good evening, Mister ~ Please relax ~
Take your time ~ Enjoy a shower~ Then meet me in the theater ~ Be
ready ~

As I sat in alone the theater, I
slipped on the thigh-high leather boots. I fastened the choker and
pulled the long black satin gloves I had purchased to go with my
outfit up my arms, past my elbows. Then I covered myself in a long,
black trench coat that was belted at the waist.

Damn it! I forgot the CD!
Shit!

Steadying myself on the precarious
platform of the boots, I sneaked into the hallway; making every
attempt not to get caught. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I
sneaked into the bedroom to retrieve the CD out of my purse. Once I
located the CD, I glanced up to make sure I had not been
seen.

There he was. I could see him showering
in the reflection in the long wall mirror. He was facing the other
way. I was frozen in fascination at the sight of his naked body. As
he shampooed his hair, the stream of bubbles trailed down his
tanned back to his firm buttocks. I was overcome at the sight of
his chiseled physique. It was impossible to tear my gaze away from
his body. The sound of my heartbeat was deafening. The pace of my
breath was becoming short and quick.

He turned around to rinse. I saw the
shampoo and water trail down his chest. My eyes followed it down
his body—down, down, down. I leaned forward a bit, praying he would
not open his eyes and see me before the shampoo was completely
rinsed from his face.

Every part of him—I mean every
delicious inch of his body was no less than magnificent.

I stealthily made my escape back into
the theater. I turned on the dim lights briefly and located the CD
player and remote. I loaded the CD, turned the lights off, and
waited.

In my gloved hands, I held a long silk
scarf. This was my time to take control. I would hold a power over
him unlike any other woman he had ever known. I had taken the black
leather outfit as a suggestion. It had indicated what he desired
from me. Our telephone conversations had confirmed my suspicions.
He was a dangerous man that desired an equally dangerous
woman.

This is when the benefit of all my past
experiences flourished into my advantage. I was comfortable in my
own skin. The once lithe body of my youth had blossomed into a
toned, voluptuous woman. All inhibitions had been shed. I was able
to discern what made him tick.

Unlike the previous women he had known,
I did not come from wealth or privilege. But I embodied the
physicality of his desire. I fit the mold he had designed for his
perfect match. That night, I would become the woman he had
fantasized about. I knew once the image of me was branded into his
mind, it would stay there for eternity.

After all, I had discovered in him the
man of which my fantasies had been born. It was time to return the
favor to him in full measure.

I would make him ache for me. I would
drive him crazier than he had ever imagined. Tonight I would grab
the bull by the horns and ride him like there was no
tomorrow.

I was already aching for
him.

I heard soft footsteps down the
hallway. I saw the shadow of his form approach the doorway of the
theater.

He timidly questioned, “Are you in
here?”

“
Yes,” I
answered.

Then I instructed him in a firm tone,
“Come in. Take a seat.”

He did as he was told. I had placed a
chair in the center of the room, in front of the double fireplace.
The flames behind him flickered, giving the room a warm glow that
danced upon the walls.

I stood up and walked over to where he
was sitting. He looked me up and down, smiling in astonishment. I
leaned over and whispered, “Give me your hands, Mister.”

He lifted his hands. I lightly draped
the red silk scarf over both wrists in a figure eight weave. I gave
the ends of the scarf a tug to make sure he was properly bound;
then tied them snugly in a double knot.

As I walked behind him, I commanded him
in the most sensual tone I could muster, “Don’t move a muscle. You
can look, but you cannot touch. If you even think about touching
me, I will stop what I am doing. Do you understand?”

He flashed a grin strained with desire,
eagerly nodded, and answered, “Yes, ma’am.”

This time, I had planned
every detail. I was the one in control. I removed the CD remote
from my pocket and pressed the play button. The slow, erotic beat
of
‘I am the Highway’
by Audioslave began to emanate from the surround-sound
speakers.

I walked around to stand in the middle
of the room, directly in front of him. I slowly began to move to
the music while undoing the belt on my trench coat. Each button was
undone methodically. I teased him by partially opening the right
side of the coat, then closing it. Then I did the same with the
other side, giving him a slight peek at the left side of my
body.

His eyes followed the length of my
body. It was now apparent to him that I was wearing the black
leather outfit he had chosen for me. A warm look of approval was on
his face.

I continued to sway to the music and
turned my back to him. Slowly, very slowly, I allowed the coat to
fall off my shoulders. It hung at the bend of my elbows and draped
just above my waist.

Then I allowed the coat to fall to the
floor as I turned around to face him. I danced with a seductive
sway of my hips. I placed one foot in front of the other;
undulating my hips in a figure eight motion while my gloved hands
moved wantonly all over my body. The metal studs gleamed in the
firelight.

I turned away from him again and
reached up to undo the pins holding my hair in place. Arching my
back, I shook the full length of my hair out. Wavy, chestnut
colored locks cascaded down my back and brushed the top of my
ass.

With legs slightly spread, I languidly
bent over and grabbed the ankles of my boots with both gloved
hands, giving him a full view of my most intimate place, veiled
only by the thin leather strip of the thong.

At this point, he sighed, “Oh, my
God!”

I deliberately stroked my hands up the
full length of my legs as I moved to an upright position again.
Still dancing to the music, I turned to face him again. He was
struggling with his silky restraint. I saw the frustrated desire
building up in him.

I shook my finger from side to side and
reminded him, “Oh, no, no, no. Don’t move. Don’t try to touch
me.”

His arms relaxed and fell into his lap.
He was only wearing a pair of long pajama pants. I noticed the
obvious evidence of his excitement bulging underneath, pushing the
waist of his pants upward.

Just then, the CD whirred
and the next song began to play—‘
Father
Figure’
by George Michael. I had carefully
chosen the music to set the right mood. It was time for me to touch
him.

As the song began, I walked behind him
again. He could feel the cool metal studs of my bra against the
back of his neck as I leaned over and moved my satiny gloved hands
over his shoulders and down his chest.

Then I moved around and straddled his
chair, placing a leg on each side of him; managing not to touch
him. Slowly, very slowly, I leaned toward his face. I pointed my
tongue and lightly traced it around the outside edge of his lips. A
deep groan escaped his mouth.