BY POWERONE
Monika returns home, running away from a cheating fiancé. She finds a new happiness with a kind and gentle lover, but something is missing. Does Martin, her lover, sense her disappointment? One night she finds red ropes and a mask laid out carefully on her bed. She succumbs to the excitement of unbridled passion at the hands of a man that she hopes is her lover, the mask allowing only her physical touch as her guide. She is taken to places where she has never been by a man that is opposite of what she had expected. And she loves it. She cannot stop being taken from gentle lovemaking to bound lust, never knowing what will be next. Her body responds to the mastery of Martin, taking all that she has without her consent. She could never have fathomed the truth when it is finally revealed.
EXCERPT
* * *
I was excited, Mr. Haskins just giving me the good news. I had been promoted to Project Architect, one-step away from partner. I called Jason, my boyfriend, as soon as I got back to my office, but I got the impression he already knew. We were going to celebrate at Locke-Ober, Boston’s fabled landmark restaurant. No one gets reservations instantly at Locke-Ober, even with Jason’s connections. I was too excited to be mad at him for knowing and not telling me. He seemed to be just as excited as I was.
It was one of the few times I got dressed in my own apartment. I moved in with Jason three months ago, though I still kept my own place. A girl can never be sure, and I always wanted my own space to fall back on. Jason and I were getting serious, or at least I hoped we were. One day I would give up the apartment but not before he put a ring on my finger. I was thirty-two; many of my friends were married, though none of them was as successful in work as I was. There were always trade offs in life. I slipped into the slinky black dress, no bra tonight, just a silk black thong underneath and garter belt and black nylons. The dress was short, but my long legs made it look even shorter with the four-inch ankle strap heels, enjoying the way the straps wrapped around my ankles as though they were securing me. I looked into the mirror, impressed with my own reflection. God, Monika, you do look good. The doorbell rang, Jason right on time. He was always punctual and organized, almost to the point of being boring, though many women found that to be an asset. Jason didn’t like his world out of place, always a plan that could never be changed.
I opened the door and kissed him before he even walked in, catching him by surprise. His lips responded, even as he pushed me inside, not wanting anyone to see us making out in the hallway. He couldn’t resist my charms.
Jason pushed me against the door, slamming it shut. His hands ran down over my ass, pulling me onto him, his cock hard the moment he pushed against my body. I had a way of doing things to him. My tongue was as eager as his, driving in and out of his mouth, his hips rubbing his cock back and forth over my mound, his hands digging into my naked ass cheeks beneath the thin dress.
He finally broke the kiss, our reservations soon, Jason not wanting to be late. “We have to go, Monika. Did I tell you how beautiful you are?”
“We could not go and stay here,” I teased him. “I would make it worth your while.” I felt his cock and wanted him now.
“I want to make this night special for you, Monika.”
I resigned myself, Jason having his heart set on the dinner. “Of course, Jason, let me grab my purse and we can go.” I grabbed my purse, Jason already out the door. I closed the door behind me, hoping at least that we would end up in his bed tonight.
* * *
Locke-Ober was elegant but still managed to keep the old New England charm. Jason was unusually gracious, not that he wasn’t polite. He held out my chair as I sat down, though his eyes were less polite and more lustful as he looked at my legs revealed by the short dress. A small bouquet of long-stemmed red roses was on the table. I looked around, none of the other tables having them.
I picked up one of the roses, smelling it. Red roses were my favorite. “From you?”
Jason nodded.
“Thank you, that’s sweet.”
The waiter brought over a bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne chilling without even asking Jason. This had been planned. The waiter poured the glasses without saying a word, disappearing as quickly as he appeared.
“A toast to your new promotion. I don’t know anyone that deserves it more than you.”
I still suspected something, though I couldn’t put my finger on it. “Thank you, Jason. I don’t know what I would do without your support.” I clicked my glass against his, taking a sip, the bubbles rushing into my mouth. Jason was a lawyer, but he knew more about architecture than the common man. I always hoped it was because of me. He would listen to me in good times and bad when I rambled on for hours. Not like some men, he actually listened to me.
His hand reached across the table, feeling so comfortable when he cradled my hand in his. He stared into my eyes as if he were seeing me for the first time. I saw the waiter coming over to the table out of the corner of my eye.
“I love you, Monika. I always have from the first day I saw you in the coffee shop on Copley Square. I was so glad that after graduation you stayed in Boston. You could have gone anywhere, but you stayed here. I like to think that I had something to do with that decision.”
I loved his smile and those big brown eyes staring back at me. He was so handsome, feeling lucky that I had found someone like him.
“Your appetizers,” the waiters voice breaking up the moment.
I looked down, two plates of oysters on the shell. I wasn’t a big fan of oysters, but it looked like something Jason had planned so I smiled broadly. “Thank you.”
“I think you will enjoy them,” Jason grinning sheepishly.
Oysters were considered an aphrodisiac, and I had high expectations for after dinner. I should have realized something was different when the shells were closed, but I hadn’t eaten oysters often. I put the end of my fork between the shells, surprised that it popped open, expecting more resistance. It was nothing compared to the shocked look on my face as I stared at the most beautiful diamond ring I ever saw. It had to be at least a two-caret round diamond, shining brilliantly back at me. I barely noticed Jason getting up and moving to my side of the table. I looked up from the ring, Jason kneeling on one knee next to me. I looked around the room, all of the other tables were hushed, all eyes on us. I didn’t care, my heart racing in excitement.
“Ever since the day I met you, you captured my heart, Monika. No one has ever made me happier than you do. Will you spend the rest of your life with me as my beloved wife?”
My mouth was so dry that I could barely get the words out, but from the sound of the applause in the restaurant, they must have been loud enough. “I would be honored to be your wife, Jason. I love you with all my heart.” His kiss sealed the proposal. He slipped the ring on my finger. I promised never to take it off.
So, that was his secret. I knew it was something, but this was completely unexpected. I wanted to marry Jason, but I didn’t think he was ready. It looked like I was completely wrong. He was as giddy as a schoolboy, talking about our future as though he had it planned for so many years.
“I will let you decide when we will be married, though I do love an early fall wedding. The weather is just beginning to get cool, the leaves on the trees changing; it makes a wonderful setting for a wedding.” He continued to chatter
“We will have to start looking for a house. I always wanted a home in Beacon Hill. We need a place where we can raise a family.” He looked at me, suddenly adding. “You did say you wanted children.”
Jason was way ahead of me. I was still thinking of the wedding. He was already planning college for our children. I could hardly eat, though Jason didn’t have the same problem. I picked at my steak, while he devoured his. After a bottle of champagne and two bottles of wine, I was ready to go home. To Jason’s condo. I wanted to personally show him how much I wanted to marry him. “Can we go, Jason? I want to go where we can be alone.” I made sure he knew what I meant.
He caught on quickly, the check paid with record speed. His hand was around my waist as we left, my hand slipping to the front of his pants when we wouldn’t be seen, making sure that he felt my hand on his cock. I felt it shudder beneath my brief touch. As we drove back, my hand rested on his thigh, sliding up and down close to his cock without touching it. I wanted him ready for me, though I would rather just lean over, unzip his pants, take his cock out and slide my mouth over it. I fought the urge, glad we finally pulled into his parking space. For good measure, I reached up and lightly trailed my fingers over the hard shaft that pushed out the front of his pants so obviously, teasing him with what is to come.
“I love when you are so sexy,” Jason’s voice hoarse in expectation.
“You’ll like it even better when we get inside.” I was wet with anticipation. It felt like hours before we got inside. I slammed the door, locking the deadbolt, not wanting any interruptions. “Sit down.” It wasn’t a question and Jason realized the same thing. He wasn’t about to argue, noticing that he shifted his cock before he sat down. I would do something about that soon enough.
