Chapter 15 #3
“Ask Mr. Masters nicely.” My chest expands with a sharp breath. My mind snaps back to the day in the coffee shop, remembering when I asked him what I should call him.
“What would you like me to call you, Mr. Masters?” His answer had shocked me at the time; “You can call me whatever you wish, Elizabeth, but Mr. Masters may not be the most sensible.” I now realise why. It turns him on.
I take a deep breath in.
“Please let me touch you… Mr. Masters.” He immediately releases my arms, and his hand goes round to the back of my head, cradling it.
With both arms on me, he now has the grip he needs to thrust harder.
And harder he certainly does. He fills me, thrusting in and out until I scream his name again.
This time, though, he doesn’t slow. He continues until I feel his shoulders fold into me, his entire body vibrating as he comes inside me.
I cling to his arms as I come again, this time with him.
Only when he’s finished does he release me from his grip.
My legs are weak and I’m using his strength to stay standing.
The gentleman returns as he takes the loofah, squeezes shower gel onto it, and gently cleans my body, the bubbles covering my sensitive skin.
I tremble beneath the touch, still coming down from my orgasms. Using his hands to wipe me clean, a shiver runs through me as he grazes my clit one more time.
We rinse ourselves off and step out. Theo wraps me in a towel as he kisses me on the forehead, before leading me to the bedroom.
I step onto the plush carpet, which feels like a cloud beneath my toes. A large, black, four poster bed stands in front of me. The room is pure luxury. He notices that I have stopped, so he walks back over and kisses me on the cheek.
“I hope you like the apartment,” he murmurs against me.
“It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, Theo. Thank you,” I reply. He smiles at me and leads me to the large walk-in closet, where my clothes are already unpacked and hung in order. Then I spot something unfamiliar on my side of the wardrobe. A long, cream garment bag I don’t recognise.
“Theo. What’s that?” I ask with curiosity and confusion as I edge closer to it, reaching to touch the bag. I pull it out of its space where it’s hung and study it. In the corner of the cream bag is that gold embossing I’m beginning to recognise. In a small square below, I read Oscar de la Renta.
Watching me from the wardrobe entrance, dressed only in black boxers and leaning against the door frame, he purrs. “It’s for you, Sunshine. Open it.”
With slow, careful movements, I unzip the bag, revealing the most dazzling dress I have ever seen in my life. A full length, strapless pale pink gown, covered in white floral appliques. I run my fingers along the lace, hardly able to believe what I am seeing. It’s stunning.
“This is for me?” I turn my head as he nods. I run to kiss him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. As I pull back, he watches me as I teasingly nibble my bottom lip. He rests his thumb firmly on my mouth, his lips parting as he catches his breath.
“You’re killing me, baby. You need to stop biting that bottom lip.” His jaw tightens and his eyes darken, sending a ripple of satisfaction through my body, knowing the effect I have on him. I slowly release my lip, making way for a smile.
“Thank you, Theo. It’s the most beautiful piece of clothing I have ever seen. When will I possibly ever have a chance to wear that?” He releases me and walks back into the bedroom. A moment later he returns with two tickets that he hands over to me.
“Tonight, we are heading to the Royal Opera House for dinner to watch the Royal Ballet. No more hiding in a room.” My eyes widen and I take them from him, squealing.
I jump and wrap myself around him before I even think about what I’m doing.
He laughs as I release my excitement, covering his face with light kisses.
“If you keep jumping on me, we will never make it out of this room.” He lowers me back to the floor, planting a soft kiss on my nose. “Let’s get ready.” He turns to continue getting himself ready for the evening, but I can’t move. I want to stay next to him.
My cheeks hurt from the smile that I can’t seem to stop.
This is like a dream. He is a dream. I watch him from where I stand, tickets held tightly to my chest. His body moves with control, his muscles rolling through his body as he pulls on his black suit trousers, the fabric flush against his skin.
With the waistband folded open, he turns and notices me still there.
“When you look at me like that…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, but I notice his erection grow in his tight trousers as he rolls his head back. He takes my hand from my chest, lifts my hand in the air and spins me around like we’re dancing.
“Go get dressed, please,” he pats my naked bum to encourage me forward.
“Yes, Mr. Masters.” I look over my shoulder teasingly as I walk away, watching his eyes grow wide. I do as I am told and start getting ready for the night ahead.
I wrap the Savoy robe hanging behind the door around me and snuggle into it, the soft fabric hugging my skin.
I sit at the dressing table in the corner of the room, staring at myself.
Looking at someone, I almost don’t recognise.
There’s a glow to me that seems to have developed since Theo stepped into my life.
I clutch at my chest with the thought of him, pulling the robe tighter around me.
Suddenly a beautiful song floats through the bedroom door.
It is slow and gentle; the sound of piano keys filling the apartment.
I stand and make my way towards the sound. As I grow closer, I can hear Theo humming to it. It’s a hum I somehow recognise. My mind replays the day he came to my cottage. The first night we had sex. We were holding one another, and he began humming. He was humming this song.
I watch for a moment from the doorway and then gently sit myself next to him on the piano stool, placing my arm around his bare waist. He is still in just his trousers, and his skin beneath my hand sends a ripple between my legs.
He stops and rests his hand on top of mine.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. He hesitates, as if he doesn’t want me to see him this way.
As if this makes him too vulnerable. I rest my head on his shoulder as he moves his fingers across the keys.
The chords play out softly. I close my eyes and listen, but he doesn’t sing, and it aches in my chest a little that I have interrupted his flow.
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Theo
I hadn’t noticed her come in. If I had I would’ve stopped sooner, but with her head pressed lightly on my shoulder, I am grateful for the woman sitting next to me. She seems to have become my inspiration.
Quiet fills the space around us as I play the last note of my incomplete song.
“What was that? It’s beautiful,” she asks softly.
“It’s nothing. Just something I have been working on.” I brush her question aside; the truth stuck in my chest.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing. It reminds me of the song you were humming in my cottage that night.” She is right; it is the same song.
I look down at the ivories.
“It’s just something I can’t stop hearing in my head.”
I can’t say what I am thinking.
I can’t admit out loud that it only exists because of her.
I tap her leg and kiss the side of her head. “You need to go and get ready, Sunshine.” She squeezes my hand and gets up, leaving me with my heart in my mouth.