Chapter 6
Ishave and wax everywhere. I blow-dry my long brown hair into soft waves that reach my mid back.
I look into my full size mirror and stare back at myself wearing a little black dress paired with the only black heels I own.
I’ve done my makeup to near perfection and I’m now looking at my body double checking my tiny black thong can’t be noticed nor my strapless bra.
The reflection that looks back at me I’m pleased with.
Prior to working at The Clarendon I had decided to get my health and fitness back on track the previous year and starting those habits has certainly paid off. My legs and arms are fit, my stomach is the most toned it has ever been since having the kids. I really should give myself a high five.
With five minutes to go, I give my lips a final swish of the lip gloss, pick up my bag and phone and head downstairs. I kiss the top of the heads of both kids while they’re engrossed on their iPads and say goodnight.
James is in the kitchen clearing up after dinner. I could barely eat. I walk in and he looks up, his eyes giving my body a full up and down appraisal.
I feel excited like I’m going to a fabulous event. But also guilty for leaving James at home. And nervous for what to expect. There are so many emotions flooding my bloodstream, I don’t know which one I feel the most.
“You look stunning, Rosie.” James walks over to me, slides both hands around my waist and presses his growing cock into me. “You look so good; I want to keep you to myself and take you right here, right now.”
My eyes crinkle at the sides and I smile up at him warmly. I don’t know what to say so I kiss him lightly on the lips.
“What is your safe word, Rose Petal?” James asks, pulling back and looking more serious now.
“Neptune.” I giggle.
“You use Neptune the second you need to tap out. We don’t need the money. Not this kind of money. You tap out whenever you need.”
I nod my head earnestly. “I will, I promise.”
James draws my hands together in his and squeezes them, my palms are already beginning to sweat. “You’re going to do amazing. I think you’re really going to enjoy this.”
Heat flashes in his eyes. “And I’m going to enjoy your body the minute you walk into this house. That rich stranger might have you for two hours, but I’m going to fuck him out of you when you return.”
My clit sparks at his words and the way he’s looking at me.
Something dark is brewing in his eyes and mind.
I can see it. This new job might be unlocking this strange opportunity for me, but it is also unlocking something in James.
Something darker that has always been hidden just under the surface.
James blinks his expression clear, kisses my lips, swings me around and taps me on my bottom.
My driver is here, my phone just pinged.
I say goodbye as I shut the door and open the blacked out BMW car door and take a seat.
I smile nervously at the driver who points to the blindfold on the seat and asks me to put it on.
“I’m Frank, Roxy, I am going to be your driver today. It’s going to be a 30 minute drive but I’ll put the radio on for you. Just relax and we’ll be there in no time.”
I take a deep breath, slide into the comfy leather seats a bit deeper and try to work on my breathing.
About 30 minutes later I can feel the car turn onto a gravelly road and I suspect we have arrived. The car stops and Frank tells me to take my blindfold off.
Blinking for a few moments, I look out of the window to see we are at the back entrance of a large old house.
It’s dark but I can see there is a driveway circling the house with trees and lawn for as far as I can see.
Frank nods for me to go up to the door. “I’ll be right here at 9pm,” he assures me. And with that he’s back in his car.
My palms are sweating, I’m almost wobbling on my heels like the first time I had my interview with Sandy.
Six months of wearing these heels and I don’t even recognise the person I am now and what I’m about to do.
I try and suck in deep breaths to fill up my lungs.
I can do this, I repeat to myself. I want this. I want to be here, I want to play.
The door creaks open and standing before me is a man more attractive than I was expecting.
Why I thought people with kinks would look unattractive is beyond me.
He’s tall, built shoulders with light brown hair, slicked over to one side.
Not in a geeky kind of way, more a classy, rich kind of way.
He’s wearing black rimmed glasses and a light blue striped Ralph Lauren shirt tucked into trousers that look more designer than high street.
A brown leather belt is around his slim waist and he smells fresh and clean, like he’s fresh from a shower.
I’m horrible at guessing ages, but my money is on mid-forties.
“Hi,” I manage to squeak out as my eyes meet his. They’re green from where I’m standing and he’s looking at me like he’s measuring me up before his chin dips a little, his eyes clouding with lust.
“Roxy?”
I nod, smiling hopefully. Should I offer my hand, do people shake in these situations? I decide to keep my hands to myself seeing they’re damp from nerves.
“Please come in Roxy, I’m Greg.” Greg stands to the side and gestures for me to come in.
I step into what looks like a larder. I’m guessing my entering through the front entrance would have raised some eyebrows. I wonder if anyone else is in this house currently. I’m not going to ask that though. Instead, I look expectedly at him.
“Thanks for coming, Roxy. If you’ll follow me, I have a room set up for us upstairs.”
To the right I can see a staircase, it’s narrow and if I were to guess it would lead to staff quarters if they actually have any. I follow Greg across the tiles and up the old creaky stairs that lead to a small corridor. Greg pushes open the first door on the left and I follow him in.
Inside is a double bed facing the window, made up in clean white sheets.
Under the window is a wooden table with a camera on it.
There are bedside tables on each side with lamps that give off a warm inviting glow like I’ve just walked into a guestroom in a B I can feel the length of his cock rub up against my hip in his trousers.