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The tug on my chain, has me standing while he continues to fuck me with strength and power, sending me quickly to the edge of greatness. He pauses only to move us a few feet forward. I feel coldness against my chest and I assume it's a full length glass window. The possibility of what's on the outside of that window flashes through my mind, but I don't even care as he begins to drive even harder than before.
My breasts are smashed against the glass, my hands are out to help block some of the banging against the glass. He continues until all of a sudden he freezes. Balls deep into me, he stops moving. This time I can feel the twitch of his dick down there. Fuck. Why does he keep stopping?
He pulls out of me, putting pressure on my hands which tells me to stay put.
Quickly returning, he edges my legs further apart and inserts a cold hardness into my pussy. Pulling my hips out from the wall, he finally enters my ass. He moves slowly with control this time, in and out.
The vibrations begin and he pushes in balls deep, the force driving us both forward against the glass. His thrusts rub my body up and down the glass and I welcome it along with every sensation. The breath in my ear, the burning in my ass, the vibrations, the cold on my tits... Everything is working together to bring me to peak very fast.
He grabs both nipples, pinching them until I start to moan through the beginning of my frenzy. When I do, he grips my hips and doesn't let up until we're both moaning through ecstasy.
I still don't know what he sounds like. The volume of my own cries kept me from hearing him.
He collapses against me, pulling out first. His breaths, rapid against my face are faster than my own.
This is what I'm here for. The feeling of complete and utter exhaustion, where I can barely stand, let alone walk.
Removing the vibrator first, he carries me to a bed, urging me to lay on my stomach.
His hands spread over my skin as he applies lotion to my entire body, I leave the blindfold in place, because that's how the scene is set. I knew when I walked in here, that was a rule. 'Don't remove the blindfold until you feel rose petals.' My only rule was my safe word, which I'd hoped wouldn't be needed.
"Thank you." I need to say something to him. Surely he knows how much I appreciate what he did for me today. He doesn't respond.
He lays on his side, pulling my back against his chest. The strength in his arms makes me feel safe. I miss the feel of safety. I can't keep my eyes open any longer.
I wake with the slight vision of light coming in from under my blindfold. Moving my hand across the bed, I search for him. He's gone. I do feel rose petals on the bed and the sad feeling of what that means hits me. I'm alone again.
I knew going into this that it would be a one time thing, I just didn't expect to love it that much. He gave me a night I will never forget. I'm not even sure how anyone will ever compare to that.
Sliding the blindfold up my forehead, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the light before I move from the bed. This room is gorgeous. Deep reds and black accent the entire room. All the wood is a deep cherry stain and it just adds to the rich feeling.
I go to each piece of equipment that we used last night and notice how similar it all is to what I'd imagined. It's as if someone bought the best of the best and put it into this room.
The window. The curtain is drawn, but I can't keep from my curiosity. I slide open the material, only to find the most captivating scenery of the city. I can only imagine the view of the lights last night as he took me against the window.
There's a note on the dresser.
Brie ~
Thank you for a great night. You can see yourself out. Here's a dress for you. Maybe when you wear it, you'll think of me and the way I made you feel last night. I expect it will fit perfectly, after all... I now know every inch of your body.
PS... Your new shoes are by the door.
~T
My eyes pull to the heels on the floor by the door, so perfectly placed. Blue. My favorite color. Just like the dress.
I put on my new dress and I may as well have painted it on. It's very fitted and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror to appreciate how it makes me look. I hardly recognize myself. Of course the fucked look isn't normal, but I'm talking about how this dress fits. It's absolutely gorgeous.
Placing the heels on, I take one more appreciative look at myself in the mirror before I turn to walk out the door.
There's a second door in the room. I struggle with the urge to try to open it, but I don't. Something tells me that whatever is behind that door is complicated.
The air from the hall enters as I open the door. Knowing that when I walk out this door I will never come back, is an eerie feeling. Why is this bothering me so much?
I make my way down the hall and toward the exit. There aren't any doors in the hall and the elevator is small. I take two flights down to the bottom floor. There's a car waiting for me just as arrive. This doesn't surprise me.
"Excuse me ma'am. Do you know if Mr. Bryant lives here?" Chills scrape over my body.
“Mr. Bryant? As in Mr. Tristen Bryant?”
