Page 24 of Secrets on Sapphire

Amaretto Sour

Parker walked up the stone steps to her front door. She fumbled in her purse for her key and unlocked the door. When she walked inside it was eerily quiet. She checked her phone to make sure she had really gotten the messages from Naughty Nick, double checking that her drunken stupor wasn’t causing her imagination to run wild. The messages were there. He must be in the house somewhere waiting for her.

She put her purse down and kicked off her old lady heels before removing the gray wig from her head and shaking her red hair loose. Parker walked down the foyer into her living room and in front of the coffee table, where he had first hooked her, was a chair. The only light on in the room was a lamp.

Parker stared at the chair and realized it was from her dining room set. On the chair were a note and a black blindfold. Parker picked up the paper. In neat handwriting she read the directions left just for her.

Take off everything and put on the clothes I’ve left for you on the table. Sit in this chair and put on the blindfold. I want you to call my name when you’ve followed all of these directions and then I’ll join you.

Parker looked over at the coffee table and found Nick had left her a pair of black cotton shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. He wants to play games, huh? Liking what happened the last time she did as she was told, Parker started stripping herself of the Grandma Mazur clothes. She walked over toward the table in her nude lingerie set and picked up the clothes. First, she pulled the shirt on and then lifted the shorts until they sat on her hips. She sat down in the chair and put the blindfold over her eyes, leaving her in complete darkness.

“Nick. Come out, come out wherever you are!” Parker yelled into the seemingly empty house.

Soon after she hollered out, she felt the presence of another body enter the room. She immediately got turned on by her thoughts of what was to come.

The fingers attached to the body in the room twirled Parker’s curls. The fingers squeezed Parker’s shoulders and then skimmed down her bare, freckled arms. Nick’s fingers felt softer than they had before. Parker’s wrists were forced together behind the back of the chair. Her hands were being tied by something . . . rope?

“This is different,” Parker whispered.

“Shhhhhh . . . ,” was all she got back in return.

Parker sat tied to the chair untouched. Seconds passed by feeling like minutes, the tension between her legs building. She felt a tongue graze the top of her ear and then teeth lightly bit her lobe. “Aaahh,” she moaned at the touch.

The tongue moved to her neck and then a finger skimmed across the surface. “What are you doing here?” It was a woman’s voice. Parker hadn’t said anything.

“Huh?” Parker was suddenly frozen. She felt rope binding both of her ankles.

“What are you doing here?” The woman asked again.

“Nick?”

“Are you serious? Do I sound like Naughty Nick?” The woman ripped the blindfold from Parker’s eyes. Brielle.

Parker screamed. Brielle rolled her eyes. “I thought you might do that.” She moved to Parker with a swiftness Parker had never seen. Brielle covered Parker’s mouth with her hand.

“I’m gonna need you to not do that. I’ll move my hand if you promise to stop. Do you promise?” Brielle stared at Parker until she shook her head up and down vigorously.

Brielle removed her hand and Parker screamed again. Brielle again placed her hand over Parker’s mouth. “Oh boy, we don’t know how to listen do we?” Brielle shook her head and grabbed another piece of rope out of her pocket. She forced the rope into Parker’s mouth and then tied it around her head.

“There. That’s better.” Her face was so close to Parker’s, she could feel the warmth of her tears radiating off of her cheeks. She took her tongue and licked a stray tear off of Parker’s face and then lightly bit her top lip.

Brielle grabbed the back of the chair and turned it around, facing the empty couch. “Do you mind if I use your restroom? No? Okay. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” Brielle left the room, leaving Parker tied to the chair, alone.

She returned moments later with something in her hand and sat on the couch directly across from Parker. She threw the contents from her hand onto the coffee table between them. It was the photos she had found the last time she was at Parker’s house for the book club meeting. Parker looked at them and her eyes grew wide.

“Now . . .” Brielle leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees. “I know who you are. What I want to know is what you are doing here . . .”

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