Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Cecilee's dreams had been lurid, filled with dark and exciting moments between herself and Mr. Johnson as he told her come for him over and over until she was finally exhausted, body spent and drenched in sweat. She woke up breathless, aroused, but knowing there was nothing she could do about it. Not after last night, not after the way things went and how he'd spoken to her over the mic and speakers. Oh, she could still hear his voice in her ears, that rich baritone as he made it clear when she could and could not let go, falling over the edge into sweet, blissful oblivion. Whimpering, she brought her knees together, the urge strong to touch herself, to think of him touching her. How she wished he was there! Right then in that very moment! But the fact of the matter was that she was alone. Glancing over at her laptop, she noticed that the indicator light was off and for a moment, she felt a sense of loss, of panic. That connection she had was severed and gone. Ugh, she could hear Trisha's voice in her ear scolding her, chastising her for the fact that she was acting as she was over some stranger she'd just met, still barely knew. Cecilee scowled just then. But she did know him. No matter what anyone said...she did! Getting up out of bed, her muscles sore from a night full of orgasms, Cecilee smiled and went to go shower. She hoped the connection between she and Mr. Johnson would soon be re-established. She didn't think she could take it for very long if it wasn't. After her shower, she immediately went to go look at her laptop. The light was back on and there was another email. Her heart pounded and a smile spread across her face as she blushed prettily, the excitement evident as she went to click the tab. Cecilee read the instructions. They were simple enough, short and sweetto check her front door. She nodded as she then went to get dressed and then hurry to go see what must be waiting for her. Looking down, she saw the rose along with the note. Smiling, she picked up both, bring the rose to her nose and inhaling deeply. She then read the note and instantly felt a fire burning at her core. Her knees grew weak as she began to read over the instructions, her sex growing wet knowing that he was watching, expecting, requiring... Licking at her lips, she stepped back inside. It wouldn't be too overly long before she'd be picked up and brought to a very specific clothing store. This definitely would not be like shopping with Trisha and, if the black dress Mr. Johnson had gotten for the recital showed anything, it showed he had impeccable taste not to mention an eye for her size and what looked best on her. The next hour or so seemed to take forever as Cecilee ate a small breakfast, drank some tea and then changed once again wanting to look her best. She then waited for her ride to bring her to the store. But once there, she felt her tummy flutter, that same warm sensation consuming her as if Mr. Johnson were right there with herholding her, touching her. She pushed up her glasses and sucked in a sharp breath. There before her were the clothes already picked out. Not like with Trish, Cecilee whispered, her lips quirking into a smile. It was unbelievable. Everything was already there and Cecilee didn't have to do a thing. She trusted Mr. Johnson implicitly that each item would fit her perfectly and look just as beautiful as the cocktail dress. There was no need to even try anything on. Walking over to the clothes, she reached out to touch them, her fingers moving gently over the fine fabrics. So lovely, Cecilee murmured. As Cecilee looked at the beautiful clothes she saw another note, this one telling her that once she got home with this new wardrobe she was to get rid of her old one...in its entirety. She swallowed hard just then, her one hand adjusting her glasses. Biting down on her lower lip, she tilted her head and nodded. C-can I at least keep my black dress, I wonder... Cecilee thought out loud. It was the first gift Mr. Johnson had given her. She hoped he'd spare her that at least since it now held special meaning.