ANOTHER ONE

December 23, 2024

~Lilian~

Last night, at the club, with the pole dancer, I came hot and full on his sheets.

After that, for some reason, I collapsed on the bed, too weak to continue with anything.

He had stared at me for a while, then slapped my thigh casually before walking away.

Well, not after scribbling a note he had left on top of the round table at the center of the room, which I had later discovered to be his phone number.

There was no name, just the phone number.

I had grabbed it and left the room, not even bothering to shower for fear that I might just walk out to meet a crowd of shameless curious girls that wouldn't mind me telling them how many condom packs we ended up using for the night, and maybe how far his c**k stretched against the material.

I kept it from Sonia.

I told her I got lost while trying to find the restroom.

Now, she thinks the pole dancer is an assh**e that had bailed on me after having everybody believe I was the luckiest woman in the room.

We had sneaked back into the mansion earlier this morning, and Sonia had been sleeping ever since.

The day went on as usual, but I was weak through it, so I mostly rested inside with a book.

Dinner was served on time, and just like everybody was tired at the same time, we retired for the day immediately after, but I couldn't sleep.

Eyes wide awake, I sat on the bed, staring at the digits scribbled on the small note I was holding.

I thought about what happened, and wondered what I should do next.

I knew what.

Climbing off the bed, I tucked the note away between the pages of one of the textbooks before proceeding downstairs. To the sitting room.

It was dark, cold and quiet.

I glanced at the giant golden edged wall clock in front of me, it was less than five minutes to 10PM.

I held my breath.

My feet felt too light against the cold floor, like I was floating.

I continued to stare at the long hands of the clock as it rotated exactly a minute round the face.

Two nights ago, It was around this time I came back downstairs to check if my message was delivered.

A thought occurred to me.

Hurrying back upstairs, I grabbed a pen and a note.

Just like the first time, I wrote and dropped it under the remote controller.

But I didn't go back upstairs.

I hid behind the staircase and watched.

I was curious.

I wanted to know what would happen, if he had actually been waiting for me to do this again, when he'd come to grab the paper.

I waited for more than twenty minutes, listening attentively for the slightest noise that could mean someone was approaching.

I heard nothing.

After a few more minutes of waiting and hoping, I gave up and went back upstairs.

Back at the room, I retrieved the note I had hidden in my textbook earlier.

I typed in the number on my phone, making sure I had saved it before tearing the paper into shreds.

I was going to try to get some sleep, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I decided to wait and find out what happened.

Few minutes to the time I had written, I tiptoed out of the room.

On getting to the sitting room, the note was gone.

I breathed out heavily, realizing I had been holding my breath as I descended the stairs.

My eyes darted towards the direction of the kitchen, my heart jamming uncontrollably against my rib.

It was quiet.

Slowly, I walked forward, my ears standing for the slightest noise behind me, my eyes searching the space in front of me.

Just as I was about to step into the kitchen, strong arms grabbed me, a blindfold immediately restraining my sight.

I bit down on my lower lip painfully, but I didn't struggle.

Gently, he pushed me inside further.

Then, his lips enveloped mine in a mind blowing suckle.

His breath was fresh and minty, but left an after taste of olive oil on my tongue.

It was pleasant. I succumbed completely to the pleasure of my ruins.

I tugged at his hair as he continued to suck on my tongue and my lips, trying to feel its texture, but as though he figured out what I was up to, he pulled my fingers away and pinched my upper lip slightly with his teeth.

It was a warning.

I got it.

Then, he groped me closer to his chest. He wasn't wearing any shirt.

For a second, I worried he might catch a cold, because the temperature had dropped so much into the winter season, and heaters weren't installed in the kitchen.

I grabbed his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It was steady, relaxed. It rubbed off on me.

I was sort of freaking out before, just because it was the kitchen, and anybody could walk in.

His muscles were firm, and his skin was smooth, smoother than the first time.

I traced my fingers along the length of his arm until I reached his face.

Cupping his cheeks in my hand, I tried again to trace along the features of his face, and again, he pulled my hands away.

I gave up.

He did not stop kissing, instead he kissed me even more voraciously, exploring my neck and the lobes of my ears with his wet tongue.

Then, he slipped the sleeves of my satin nightgown off my shoulders, and caught my ni***es with his tongue.

Then, he paused.

My pulse rose higher.

I knew he was staring at my face. I could feel it.

I tried my best to remain as calm as possible, but I couldn't help it. I was trembling visibly.

I knew it was over, even before he shoved me away from himself

I had messed this one up too.

A ball of anger settled heavy in my stomach as I leaned against the closest wall my fingers were able to find through the blindfold.

Slowly, I removed the blindfold. He was gone without a trace, yet again.

I bit down on my teeth in frustration, the veins of my neck stretching against the skin.

This was not going to be the end.

I flung the cotton blindfold across the room, watching it disappear into the darkness.

Then, I heard it crash against a surface with a soft thud.

Slipping back into my nightwear, I hurried upstairs.

"This is not the end," I continued to mutter under breath, slipping two fingers under my dress to ease my unrequited desire.