T
he next morning, I awake to a nice aroma. I open my eyes, and I see a dozen roses lying on the pillow next to me. They are so beautiful! I take the bouquet and smell them profoundly. What a nice way to wake up in the morning. There is a note attached to them. It reads: "My dearest, I hope you slept well, and are ready for your next adventure. How lovely you are when you sleep. I had to use all of my willpower to keep me from joining you. But next time I may not be so well behaved. In the closet you will find the clothes I want you to wear today. And you will find the rest in the bathroom. I have a nice breakfast ready for you in the kitchen. My chauffeur will come to pick you up at noon. He will bring you to an excursion of the ruins. I know you love them. I will join you there. I want you to know that every time I have to leave you, it tears me apart. But patience is a virtue. I know that deep inside you do not regret coming here. And I also know that when I'll have won your heart and soul, I will be the richest man in the world. Until then, I'm your God of Dreams."
Reading this, I feel so much love for this man. I don't know who he is and I have never seen him. But deep inside, I can feel that he's the one. The man I have long for all my life.
On a chair beside the bed, I see a nice robe all in sheer black silk. I get out of bed and put it on. The coolness of the silk makes my body tangle inside. Taking the roses in my hand, I make my way to the kitchen, so I can find a vase to put them in. Once there, I see a large silver tray filled with fresh fruits, cheeses of all kinds and croissants, on the kitchen table. On the counter there is a pot of fresh coffee and a glass of orange juice. This is a dream! I think to myself. I am served like a Queen.
Looking through the cupboards I find a vase and fix the roses in them with water. I place it on the kitchen table. Sitting down with a cup of coffee, I eat a few pieces of fruits. My mind is a million miles away. How can this stranger know my every fantasy? I do not recall telling them to anybody. Startle by the clock that announces 10:00am, I decide to go take my shower, so that I may be ready for the chauffeur at noon.
Fixing the water temperature, I take off my robe and go in, closing the glass door behind me. Facing the wall, I lean on it, letting the water slide down my spine. It feels good and is relaxing. Thinking of him and his touch the night before, I can't help myself but feel excitement all over my body. I wonder what he has planned for me today. Eyes close and still deep in my thoughts, I bend down to reach for the soap. I feel a small draft that makes my body shiver. Wanting to turn around to make sure that the shower door is close properly, I feel a resistance on my shoulders. It's him! And he is in the shower with me.
Hands leaning on the wall and legs slightly apart, I can feel his warmth near me. He whispers in my ear: "Please, let me bathe you and massage your body, but do not turn around." Speechless, I nod yes. My heart is racing so fast; I can hear it beating.
I feel a cold substance being poured over my shoulders and sliding down my spine and breast. Smelling a nice fresh scent, I look at my breast and see a shower gel dripping from them. I let out a light moan from my lips. My breathing accelerates when I feel his hands roaming and massaging my entire being, and leaving a rich thick mousse all over it. I am filled with desire, especially when he touches my secret parts.
I listen to him apologising. That this wasn't part of the Hunt, but of his own desire for me. He couldn't resist. He had to come see and feel me. I can almost sense his passion piercing my soul. It makes me want him more.
Taking the head of the shower in his hands to rinse me, I can feel my juices starting to boil. I feel my body being invaded with spasms of pleasure. His touch is so gentle and he applies the perfect amount of pressure on my sensitive parts. I shiver all over.
Pressing his body against mine, I can feel his manhood hardening against my back. I bite my lips. I am burning up with desire for him. I want him so bad. I want him to take me now. I see his hands cupping my breast, massaging and pinching lightly my erect nipples. I moan louder, not being able to control what I am feeling.
How I want him. He says to me in a low voice: " You want me to take you right here and now Isabelle?" I whisper yes. Then he says that he didn't hear me. And at his last word he spreads out my legs with his feet, and enters my secret tunnel in one stroke so deep that at the top of my lung I scream out: " Yes I want you! I desire you so much." He goes in and out of me slowly but deeply. I can feel his fingers roaming in my feminine hair, trying to find my special spot. Once he found it, he teases it, circles it. I can feel my honey boiling and increasing in me.
Arching my body, he places sensual kisses on my neck. My body is electrified with pleasure. I can feel the water hitting my breast like little needles and that excites me more. I am so hot. I moan so loud. He goes faster now; I follow his motion with my waist, so I can feel him really deep inside of me. As I am about to reach my heights, he removes his manhood, but continues to excite my special spot with my hot juices. I reach my orgasm, but not as powerful as if he had stayed inside of me. I wonder why he did that. Did I do something wrong?
I let myself fall on my knees on the shower floor. I can feel the water whip my back. I am still shivering with pleasure. Kneeling behind me, he embraces me in his arms. He says: "Please forgive me for leaving you on your appetite again. For now, it is all I can do. The day that we will be satisfying our self will be when we are face to face with no more secrets to hide. I love you my angel, don't doubt it. The Hunt is far from over. For now you are my slave. Until you can figure out who I am, you have no choice but to do as I say. When you do know, I will become yours forever. Now I must leave. The chauffeur will be here soon. I can't wait to see you in the clothes I have selected for you. I know they are your favourite colours. See you soon my love."
Almost on the verge of tears, I hear him leaving. Dear God help me! Will I be able to continue this Hunt? Hands shacking, I lift myself up. Drying up my body, I think of what he has said to me. He knows my favourite colours and he knows my secret fantasies. Who can he be? I still have no clue.
Reaching the closet, I look inside to see the clothes he has chosen. I find a lovely black laced body suit, with three snaps at the bottom, a short brown skirt and a beige embroidered light sweater, short sleeves with buttons in front. On the floor I find a pair of brown leather sandals, Roman style. Dressing up, I like once again what I see. The body suit puts my breast in evidence, and I left most of the sweater's buttons undone, so you can see the black lace of it.
Then I go back into the bathroom to find the rest of what I need. This time he has given me small black pearls on a copper necklace, like a rosary, with everything to match. Jewellery, make-up, perfume and hair done (I left them down), I am ready to join him. Looking at the time, it is 11:30 am. I still have a half an hour to kill, before the chauffeur gets here.
Sitting in the living room, I notice a picture of a young boy. Could it be him? I wonder. The boy is not older than 2 or 3 years old. I study it. The face looks familiar but I can't put my finger on it. But all boys do look a like at that age. I think to myself. I leave it be.
Then I find myself thinking of him again, wondering what will be next.
STORY TO BE CONTINUED
