Hey guys! I wanted to thank everyone for the comments and for all the support. Thanks for helping me make it better. I hope you like part two as well! I also wanted to ask you for some help. I haven't decided who her mystery lover is yet, and I'm looking for your suggestions. Does anyone have a good idea? I'm all ears ;)
Xoxo, Cassie
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After her lover had left her there, bound and barely dressed, it took Aria a while to make sense of what had happened. She could still feel her mystery lover inside her, his cum dripping down her thighs. She took a deep breath. As much as she wanted to stay there forever reveling in the pleasure he had brought her, she needed to leave before someone found her. One hard tug on the soft material freed her wrists and proved she hadn't been trying hard enough to get free before. The material fell to the floor and once she removed the blindfold, she saw it was an expensive looking silk tie. She bent, her heavy breasts still exposed, and brushed the material against her cheek, breathing in the manly scent that lingered in the fabric. It was the only thing she had left of him, and she was going to cherish it. She quickly straightened her clothes and fled, looking around to double check if someone had seen them. It seemed they were in the clear. Lucky for her, her shift was over and she could head home to be alone with the mess of feelings within her, threatening to drive her mad.
She spent the weekend relieving every single second of her encounter, touching herself every time she felt her panties dampen. By Sunday evening, she had lost count of how many orgasms she had had.
On Monday morning, she walked into work full of hopes for what the new week may bring. She couldn't hide her disappointment at finding her empty desk. The disappointment grew when on Tuesday, her desk remained empty. By Thursday, she had lost all hope. All she could do was feel dirty and used. He had gotten what he wanted and had moved on. He was probably doing the same to some other unsuspecting woman right now. The thought that she may not be the first, or worse, the only one he did that to, shook her to her core. By Friday, her mood was so foul her boss decided to give her the rest of the day off. She had some vacation days left and didn't go into work on Saturday either. She would not give him the satisfaction of showing up after not hearing from him at all that week. You'd think that after sex like that, one should expect at least a thank you note.
To try and keep herself from thinking about her Master, which was what she had started calling him in her head, she spent the Saturday in sweats, eating massive amounts of ice cream while watching every single sad chick flick she owned. Her face was puffy from all the tears she had shed and her stomach hurt from all the ice cream. She felt as far away from sexy as humanly possible and that pleased her for some reason.
At around 8p.m., there was a loud knock on her door. Her foolish heart skipped a bit, hope filling her once again, even after she had sworn he was a jerk and she never wanted to see him again. As her rational side told her it couldn't be him, 'cause after all he didn't know where she lived, her heart didn't give a damn. Throwing the door open, she saw no one. She felt tears prickling her eyes as hopelessness once again filled her. And that was when a wrapped box on her doormat caught her eyes. It looked exactly like all the others, and she couldn't contain her glee as she hurried inside to open it. She breathed in the box in the hopes of getting a whiff of him, but no such luck. As she hugged the box, she allowed herself to admit how much she missed him.
Inside, there was a note giving her the passcode and instructing her to respond whenever he got in touch, or else there would be consequences. The threat sent a shiver down her spine and a gush of wetness out of her pussy. She unlocked the fancy phone and found only one contact, saved under the name 'Sir'. That made her smile. She noticed there was a voice message and eagerly pressed the button to listen to it.
"I am accustomed to getting what I want, when I want," he started. Hi voice was calm and controlled, almost cold. It was the voice of a man who was always in charge, a man who was obeyed by all. "I am also a patient man, but that does not mean I appreciate having my patience tested." He took a deep breath, and she wondered if he was trying to control himself or if he was thinking of what to say next. "The next time you stand me up, you will find out just how unforgiving I can be."
His voice alone was enough to cover her body in goosebumps. His hard words and the dirty promise behind them made her squeeze her thighs together. She grabbed the phone, hurried to the room, climbed into bed and shut her eyes. She pressed the phone to her ear and pictured him right there with her, whispering the words to her. She listened to the message over and over again as her fingers got busy under her panties, teasing her engorged clit, sliding into her tight, wet channel. By the third time listening to it, she let go with a loud cry. The orgasm was the strongest she had had since he was in her.
She fell into a routine of masturbating to his message every morning and night for the next few days. Each time her orgasm was stronger, but each time she also missed him more. She often put on the outfit again to relive that day. She also kept the tie nearby as a reminder that he indeed existed.
On Wednesday, just as she was about to slip under the covers, her phone rang. It took her a while to process, since she didn't recognize the ringtone. It wasn't her phone. It was
the
phone.
"H..hello?" she answered, trying to mask her eagerness.
