Page 78 of Playing With My Fire

Yours, she said she’s mine. It’s not quite love, an emotion that’s quickly overwhelming me, but it’s certainly the next best thing.

I check the time and see it’s late afternoon. I haven’t slept this late in years, but how could I not when she kept me up most of the night forcing orgasm after blessed orgasm on my body. It was without a doubt the greatest night of my entire life.

I laze in bed a bit longer, unable to let go of the all encompassing bliss just yet. Nature’s call is the only thing that draws me away.

Feeling a bit naughty, I decide to forgo the silk robe she left at the foot of the bed and wander throughout her giant house bare. It’s freeing, of course, but mostly it makes me feel a whole new kind of pleasure. Like I’m finally a strong woman, able to do what I want, when I want.

Until I discovered Essie’s list giving me step by step instructions. I find as I gather fruit, yogurt, honey and granola like I was told that I don’t mind her commands. Unlike my mother, who wants me to do what she wants for her own reasons, Estrella wants me to do things because it will solely be for my benefit. She’s making me happy even when she’s not here. While my mother makes me feel trapped and stifled, Essie makes me feel safe and loved.

I grin to myself as my bare ass makes contact with the stool at the breakfast bar. I purposely drip yogurt down my chest, shivering when it slides over my hard nipple. I use my spoon to scoop it up, moaning at the strange, yet pleasurable sensation. It’s all rather decadent and wholly unnecessary, but it's the best morning, even if it’s just me.

After I finish and clean up, I slowly wander the empty halls. In total, there are eight rooms outside of the open living room and kitchen. I’m familiar with her master suite and the room where she performed with that girl I’d rather not think about. The other rooms are a mystery, but not as interesting as I had hoped. Until I come across an office with wall to wall built in bookshelves. I scan the titles, fascinated by the variety. From classics to DIY to self help to philosophy. A bit of everything makes me wonder if she actually read them, but judging by the worn spines I’d say that yes, someone is reading them.

The section that appears to be most loved is a surprise to me. I never would’ve taken Madame La Luna for a history buff, but the proof is in the crumbling spines. It tells me I have so much left to learn about the most enigmatic woman I’ve ever met. It makes me feel proud and excited that someone like her would be interested in someone like me.

Which is why I need to come clean about everything before I get any deeper.

Tonight. Tonight, I’ll tell her everything.

I swallow thickly as I realize that this will no doubt be the last night I spend with her because surely she’ll want nothing to do with me after I admit everything.

Why would she?

What kind of role could she play in my life after I get married?

Could I dare to hope that she would agree to be my mistress?

I’ll never love the man my parents chose for me, let alone want him physically. I can promise her everything except exclusivity.

Fuck!

I’ve never hated this life so much!

Is it too much to ask that I live my own goddamn life?!

There’s a niggling voice in the back of my head.‘You could always go against their wishes.’The thought alone makes insidious fear slither through my veins. I go deathly cold, and my stomach rolls. I’ve always done what I’ve been told. I only started breaking my parent’s rules after meeting Estrella because for the first time I discovered something worth fighting for.

But am I willing to crush everything that’s been ingrained in me since birth?

Am I willing to break all the rules?

And for what?

To be with a woman who’s only now coming around after giving me the cold shoulder for most of our acquaintance? It’s a big gamble, the biggest of my life, and if I bet it all and lose, I don’t just lose the girl. I lose everything. And I don’t know if I’m that brave.

I shake my dark thoughts away and wander back to her bedroom and into the en suite. I was too dazed and exhausted to truly take it in last night. While her entire house is amazing, whomever decorated this place truly outdid themselves with this bathroom. It’s a sea of emerald and gold making the white tub in the center of the room stand out. It’s the biggest claw foot tub I’ve ever seen with gold feet and fixtures. The shower is just as decadent, big enough for four and so many shower heads not a single inch of your body would be neglected. My two choices go back and forth before I notice another note on the counter along with a stack of fluffy white towels and a basket full of fancy toiletries.

Take a nice long bath, beautiful girl.

I smirk to myself as I turn the water on in the tub. As it slowly fills I check out the goodies in the basket. Brands I’d never heard of, but after opening each individual bottle and sniffing, I find them absolutely heavenly. I pour a generous amount of bubble bath and oils in the tub.

Once the bath is three quarters full, I sink in up to my chin, my body already relaxing, my aches disappearing as the heat sinks deep. I know I can’t get used to this, but for today, I’m gonna enjoy the shit out of being pampered. The only thing that could make this better was if she were here with me.

But I don’t let her absence take away from my enjoyment as I laze in the water. When it grows tepid, I add more hot water but begin to actually wash myself; my hair. I take my time conditioning my long locks. I even shave my legs and under my arms.

When I eventually rise from the tub, my body feels silky, and I’m incredibly relaxed. After I dry off, I find the fluffiest robe and cuddle into it.

Even though I slept so long last night, er, early this morning, I could still use a nap. I eye the bed but find I’d rather not sleep in it without her, so I head outside, keen on that sofa where we found so much pleasure in each other the night before.

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