As I reach the top of the staircase I am once again faced with the decision of left or right. This time I chose to turn right first. Walking into a short hall I can either go straight into what looks to be a small sitting room or right again into a small foyer. I choose right entering the foyer and I turn towards the open door. To say I immediately fall in love with the room that greets me would be an understatement. Books line the majority of the walls and some small shelves scattered throughout the room. The light comes from many large skylights giving the room a more natural feel. Dark oak furniture accented with red furnishings soften the room slightly, but overall it feels like a very masculine space. Feeling as if I am trespassing I back slowly out of the room. Maybe I will explore the shelves later.
As I retrace my steps I can’t help but think of the man that owns all this, especially considering the place looks barely lived in. Does he ever spend time here? Will I ever really see him? With these thoughts I walk into the small sitting room. Looking around I see an immaculately made bed through the double doors. Walking through them I see an empty closet, again making me believe that this is another guest room. I thought he had said that there were clothes and such waiting for me? I’ve looked nearly everywhere and seen very little sign that there is anything here. Deciding to look at the other end of the floor, I walk back towards the hall.
At the end of the hall I have three options, Left, right and straight ahead. All the doors are closed so I have no idea what is on the other side of them. Deciding to go straight ahead I reach for the door handle, hesitating slightly. What if it's somewhere I am not supposed to go? I guess I will find out one way or the other. Turning the handle, I find it unlocked and so I slowly open the door. Peeking my head through the gap I believe I have found the master suite. Dominating the space is a large bed, definitely big enough for two. Noticing a small pile of things sitting on the end of the bed, I enter the room to have a peek. On top of the items is a handwritten note.
“Victoria,
These items are for your use as is this bedroom. As you leave this room, to the left you will find your closet, dressing room and bathroom. Everything to the right is off limits and as such is locked.
Austin.”
Well, I guess he knew I would be snooping. Or assumed Erin would have shown me around. I mean he did kind of tell her to. Lifting the note up, I begin to examine the packages beneath it.
The first thing I spot is a brand new, top of the line iPhone. Opening the box I power it on and see that he has indeed programmed his and Erin's numbers into it, alongside the concierge for the buildings and his drivers. Setting it aside, I make a note to add Kenzie’s number to it later. The next package reveals a new laptop, again Apple branded, as well as a new iPad. I guess Mr Aves has a sense of brand loyalty. I think with a slight chuckle. Beneath all of these packages is a small white envelope. I pick it up and open it to reveal a black credit card with instructions to use it as I wish, with a side note that travel without his permission was expressly forbidden. Haha of course it is. Maybe I can get back at him a little by making some huge donations to different charities using his money! Heading out of the bedroom door I turn to the left and open the door.
The sight that greets me is every woman’s wet dream. Shoes line the length of one wall, in every style I could think of and in every colour of the rainbow meaning I would never struggle to find a pair to match any outfit. Along the opposite wall is literally any outfit one could possibly need. Glancing at a few of the labels I see that they are indeed all designer, including the sweatpants. Sighing, I turn to look in the master bathroom. The shine from the white marble almost blind me as I step into the room and the giant sunken bathing pool sings out my name. Answering its siren call I decide to take some time for myself and have a relaxing soak.
The drive home is awkward and uncomfortable after my father's outburst. I sit and fidget trying to settle my nerves before Austin can unnerve me anymore. "Do you have any idea what your father could have meant?" he asks, breaking the silence. "I have no idea" I respond, honestly. Austin breathes a frustrated sigh. His eyes are pulled back to his phone and I can hear him mumbling "Three missed calls from a number I don't recognize." Noticing the direction my eyes have gone, Austin quickly puts his phone away before it becomes a visual problem."Who was that?" I ask, my voice sounding a little higher than usual.Austin doesn't respond right away. His hand flexes and curls into fists as he internally battles something before turning to me and putting on a fake smile “Nothing important” He perks up suddenly “Since there is a storm tonight, what would you think of sitting in with me to make sure everything is okay?”“Uh. Sure. I guess.” An uneasy feeling settles into my stomach now. Was
Upon reentering the party, I swear I can feel all eyes on us. As people glance our way, I think that I see knowing looks. It is as if everyone here knows exactly what we were up to while we were gone. My face colors as these thoughts sink in and I grasp Austin's hand just a little bit tighter because of it. Austins rubs his thumb over my hand and it somewhat soothes me. I plaster an uncertain smile across my face as we rejoin the others seated at the table. My stomach lurches a little as I watch my father trail kisses up the side of Yvette’s neck. “Mr. Stratos, How are things on your end of the Asiatic trade deal?” Austin asks. Part of me wonders if it is for my comfort as it forces my father to stop what he is doing in order to answer him. “Things are progressing as well as can be expected, especially in light of the unrest within the region.” He answers, his words slightly slurred as if his mouth had a small amount of liquid remaining within it. “How are things progressing with my
His hands reach around and two of his fingers attach themselves to my nipple and give it a sharp pinch. I involuntarily flinch at the hot sensation of pain that now radiates from it, even as even more wetness pools between my legs. My chest heaves as I breathe through the pain. He releases it and all I feel is the throbbing sensation left in his wake. “Now behave or the next time it will be worse.” His voice growls into my ear. Before I have time to comprehend what he has said his hand returns to its previous task and I am left gasping for breath as the orgasm I have been teetering on the edge of for a while comes crashing in. “Good girl” Austin purrs. He begins to fix my dress as he says “We best be getting back before anyone realizes what we have been up to.” My face colors as I quickly drop the ski
Austin’s teasing has almost worked me up to a fever pitch. I swear I have never been more turned on in my life. My legs tremble as I struggle to remain quiet like I have been instructed. Finally I feel him move his hand closer to my now dripping wet centre. He slowly pulls my panties to the side and his hand slowly circles my most sensitive point.“Well, feels like someone is all worked up.” he says, as his fingers find my soaking slit.I say nothing in return, not wanting the sensation of his touch to stop because I could not follow his command. He strokes up and down before slowly pushing a single finger inside me. My inner wales flutter around his finger, the intrusion sending small sparks of pleasure through my now highly sensitive body.“More.” I say breathlessl
After the three course meal has been eaten, and the tables have been cleared, the band takes the stage and many well dressed couples make their way to the dance floor. My father and Yvette rise and join the others on the dance floor. Looking to Austin, I can see that we are not going to be joining them. Then to my surprise Austin rises to his feet and holds out his hand. Glancing up to meet his eyes, what I see there makes my mind go back to the night that we had sex and immediately I begin to feel aroused. Placing my hand into his, I allow him to pull me up to standing and I follow his lead as we head towards the dance floor. I am once again taken by surprise as we don't stop and join the other couples twirling gracefully to the sound of the music that fills the space. Instead, Austin leads me through the throng of people, carefully navigating his way through until we have completely crossed through. A pull on my hand leads me further away and to a s
As we enter the event, I am almost swept away by the simple elegance of it all. Hanging from the ceiling are lanterns of all different sizes and colours, gently lighting the space. Tables scatter the large hall, except for an area which has obviously been delegated as the dance floor. To my left as I enter are poster boards showing work already done by the charity but also what they aim to achieve. All in all it seems this charity does wonders for children. Maybe I should donate some of the money I am making in this awkward arrangement I think. Some good may as well come out of it. Austin pulls me from my sight seeing as we walk through the hall to a table near the center at the front, Austin nods occasionally to any who catch his eye. I feel a small flare of jealousy as I see him