Eric’s cock sprung to life at the thought of Susan naked and writhing under him.
Fuck! She’d better show up.
It was 2:00 pm on the dot when Susan stepped onto Eric’s porch. After much agonizing, she’d decided not to risk another scene with Eric and had screwed up her courage to come over. Now that she was confronted with actually seeing him though, her stomach was roiling once again.
Torn between staying and fleeing, Susan closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she smoothed imaginary wrinkles in her pale lavender, silk wrap dress. She’d finally just closed her eyes and grabbed the first thing she touched and put it on. Lucky for her it was one of her favorite outfits. Combined with strappy, high-heeled sandals and some tasteful makeup she had her best feminine armor on and figured it wasn’t going to get any better than this.
She raised a slightly shaking hand to knock only see an envelope taped to the door with her name printed on it in small, neat block letters. Completely nonplussed, she yanked the envelope off the door and turned it over in her hand.
It was a standard white envelope. The kind you’d get at the local drugstore. The envelope wasn’t sealed; the flap was just tucked in. She opened it, pulled out a single sheet of paper and began to read…
Susan - I’m glad you’re being reasonable and came over on your own. I have something very special planned for us, however, you will be required to follow my instructions exactly, without hesitation or question. If you can do this, I promise you an afternoon you will never forget. If you can’t obey me, then you should leave now. But, know this, if you ever masturbate in your backyard again, I’ll sick the police on you. Your days of teasing me are over.
If you think you can handle playing MY game, come in and head up the stairs. Go to the room at the end of the hall. You’ll find more instructions there. -E
Susan stared at the note for long minutes. She had absolutely no clue what to do. Clearly Eric had something planned, but he was asking for complete obedience and trust. She barely knew him, this was completely unreasonable.
She didn’t think he would hurt her. He’d had every opportunity to do something to her if he wanted to, but not hurting her and submitting to him were very different things. If she was completely honest though, the way he had overwhelmed her in the store and controlled the situation had been a big part of her response.
Just thinking about what he’d done to her had her dripping wet. Her breath hitched and her pussy clenched. There was no hiding this from herself, she wanted him to do it again.
Susan placed the note in her purse and, inhaling deeply, opened the door and stepped inside.
Chapter 4
Eric’s house was surprisingly spare. She wasn’t really sure what she’d expected, but the house had a casual elegance to it that she wouldn’t have expected from a dog trainer. Yes, that was completely stereotypical, but there you have it.
The door opened up into a spacious living/dining room combo with a kitchen at the back. The furniture had clean, modern lines, but still looked comfortable. Each piece was sizable, not the miniature Ikea type furniture that made you wonder if it was built for actual human beings. No, Eric’s furniture had modern lines, but looked as if you could settle in and get comfortable.
There was a reading nook in one corner of the great room with a nice club-style chair and table. There were rows upon rows of books lining the walls. He was obviously an avid reader.
Susan wondered what types of books he read, but she figured that would have to wait. His note hadn’t said to wonder around his house and try to get a read on his psyche from his book titles.
The stairs were to her left and she headed up to the next level. At the top of the stairs, was a long hallway with a door on each side and one at the end. Susan guessed the other two doors belonged to a bathroom and maybe a guest room or office, considering the one at the far end of the hall had to be Eric’s room since that was where he instructed her to go.
The closer Susan came to the door, the more anxious she became. Her heart raced and she trembled from head to toe. Would he be in there? For that matter, where was he? He had to be nearby.
All too soon, Susan was standing directly in front of Eric’s door with her hand on the doorknob. She was frozen in place. Her muscles seemed to have lost all connection to her brain. She kept thinking “open the door,” but nothing was happening.
Did she really want to do this? Could she do it? But what the hell was “it” anyway?
That was the real question. Susan had no idea what she was walking into and that was not her deal. She stayed in control, not the other way around. If she walked into that room, she was agreeing to give Eric control. More importantly, she was conceding all of her own control.
Her hand fell away from the doorknob. She couldn’t do it. This wasn’t for her. What would he do to her? What would he expect her to do to him? What if she didn’t want to do something he asked of her?
There were too many questions and not enough answers for her taste. She turned to leave and stopped suddenly. Tears threatened and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to stop them from spilling.
She was a coward. She was lying to herself. This wasn’t about control. This was about fear. She was afraid to be vulnerable. She was afraid she wasn’t strong enough, so she shied away from people and relationships.
It was why she was alone at the age of 35. Why she had no relationships except her dog. And, let’s face it, Susan controlled every aspect of Roxy’s life, so there was no risk there. For a biscuit and a belly rub, Roxy was devoted.
Shoulders sagging, Susan stood in Eric’s hallway and felt like a complete failure. She wasn’t ready for this. She should just leave and forget all about this.
Forget about what though? She still didn’t know and if she walked away now, she’d always wonder. It couldn’t hurt for her to see what his next instructions were. With her curiosity satisfied she could at least put an end to this.
Susan lifted her chin, threw her shoulders back and walked into Eric’s bedroom.
Again, he surprised her. Where his house was modern and light, his bedroom screamed dark masculinity. The walls were a silvery gray and a huge, king-sized bed dominated the room. The bed itself was creamy quilted leather in a platform style with a midnight blue, suede coverlet. Several large pillows gave the bed a comfortable, cozy look that made you want to climb in and snuggle down.
The bed was flanked on either side by simple wood tables that appeared to have been stained a deep blue color. A large, flat screen TV was mounted on the wall directly across from the bed. He obviously liked to watch TV in bed.
In one corner was a comfortable looking, armless chair that was fairly low to the ground. There was an ottoman resting in front of it, but there was no table or lamp in the corner.
On one of the tables next to the bed was another envelope, a blindfold, two toys - a dildo and something she’d never seen - and a bottle of lubricant. Susan just stared in consternation at the items. Exactly what in the hell was he planning? Susan shivered at the possibilities of what she saw in front of her.
Opening the envelope, Susan pulled out another neatly printed note.
Susan - I see you’ve decided to play. That pleases me. I remind you that by coming this far you’ve agreed to comply with my wishes completely and without hesitation or question. If at some point you decide that what I am asking for is too much for you, you have simply to say “Red,” our game will stop and you are free to go. If you use this word, however, be aware that will end the game completely as well as any association we may have, so use it wisely.