L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

“You look so hot with your ass in the air like this, Cassie. I love it. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say it louder.”
“I love it … I love fucking you like this,” I said, surprising myself with the words. It
felt animalistic but so divine.
He spread my legs open wider, and began moving harder and faster.
“Oh God,” I said. It was all happening at once and so fast, desire gathering a storm
inside me.
“You can come now. I want you to come, Cassie,” he urged, and that’s what I did, fullbodied
and wholeheartedly. Then he followed. And when he was done, he pulled away
and I lay forward across the divan, so completely spent that I slid gently onto the
bearskin rug and lay there on my back. I felt him slide down next to me. I went to lift
my blindfold.
“Don’t,” he said, grabbing my hand, keeping the blindfold intact.
“But I want to see you. I want to look at the face capable of doing that to my body.”
“I value my anonymity.”
Sensing my frustration, he leaned towards my face and took my hand in his.
“Here, feel my face,” he offered. “But leave the blindfold on.”
He took my hand and brought it to his slightly stubbly cheek. I felt a sharp, angular
jaw, wide-set eyes, soft hair, longish, with sideburns at the temple. My fingers caressed a
wide mouth, and he playfully bit them. Then my hand moved once more down his
muscular chest and across his taut stomach.
“You feel amazing,” I said.
“Right back at you … But it’s time for me to go, Cassie. Before I do, open your hand.”
I did so and felt him press a small round coin—my Step Seven charm, Curiosity—into
my damp palm. It felt more delicate and fragile when I couldn’t see it, like the slightest
squeeze would crush it.
“Thank you,” I said, my body still vibrating. I listened to him pad away towards the
exit.
Seconds later, he whispered his goodbye.
“Bye,” I said.
After he shut the door quietly behind him, I pulled o the blindfold and looked around
the room. It was stunning, masculine, a big oak desk in the middle and wall-to-wall
books on three sides. The thick sandalwood candles ickered on the table, where a big
bowl of oranges rested. I sat there naked, ngers combing through the hairs of the plush
bearskin rug on which I lay. The fire gradually dwindled.
As I secured my Step Seven charm to my bracelet, I wondered what he had looked like,
my new, mysterious man, the one who had gone just moments before, leaving me sated
and curious, and fully alive to myself.