Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

The next few days were torture not being able to physically see her Mr. Johnson. It had been a tease seeing him in the restaurant and that brief, but heated kiss haunted her memories, her dreams each day since. Fortunately, each night he visited her, that rich baritone seeping through over her speakers as it told her to touch herself over and over again until she finally had the most intense orgasms of her life. Each and every time, she'd be left spent and sore, her body aching for more and desperately yearning for him to somehow find his way to her. But, he never came, never manifested. It was always his voice, her hand...that little light glowing over her laptop. Even still, Cecilee knew she was with her Mr. Johnson, that he was watching. She'd already discarded all of her old clothesthough she'd kept the black cocktail dress he'd given her as a gift. There was no way she could part with that given its meaning. That, and she figured it was an exception since it came from him. It was too exquisite and beautiful to destroy. Waking up per usual, Cecilee looked over her next set of instructions. She was to go to a warehouse in a part of town she didn't often travel through. She tapped her chin and wondered what exactly was in store with this particular bit. But, no matter. She'd do it. It was for her Mr. Johnson. She decided it best not to tell Trisha anything or even Leah. Both women were giving her a hard time, starting to comment on the changes and it bothered her. After all, with work, her performance at the concert had been the talk of the area and had pulled in several more new students. Parents were boasting about the wonderful talentespecially hersand then when they saw the new piano in the practice room, it tended to be a deal sealer. Really, the woman had nothing to complain about! And Trisha, well, she figured she was just jealous. Not liking the fact that she was now having her time occupied by another and sporting nice clothes thanks to Mr. Johnson's generosity. It wasn't her fault the man wanted her to look her best and thought her worth the effort. Cecilee heaved a sigh. She didn't need them. She had Mr. Johnson. That was what mattered. Cecilee was quick about showering and getting dressed, making sure to pick out something from her new wardrobe she was certain Mr. Johnson would approve of. Though she didn't know if he'd be at the warehouse, she had a feeling he'd be watching. He always was. Glancing over at the little light on her laptop, she smiled and began to hum, feeling that warmth knowing he was somehow there even though he wasn't. When Cecilee arrived at the warehouse, she looked up at it and gasped. It seemed so stark and cold. Just why was she brought here of all places? It was a far cry from 'Mamihlapinatapei', the last location in which they'd had direct contact. Then again, perhaps he wasn't here. Heart sinking, she used the key from the box she'd received from Mr. Johnson, opened the door and walked inside. The room was vast, dark and cold despite the fact that there were walls to stave off the bite of the chill of the outside air. Across the way in the middle of the room, she saw a desk with some markingsXsalong with what appeared to be a blindfold. What's this? Cecilee asked out loud, though mainly to herself. She picked up the blindfold and inspected it for a moment, one hand moving to adjust her glasses. She then saw the note and picked that up to read it. Her blue eyes blinked several times as the words sunk in. She was to be tested. A test of wills. Cecilee bit down on her lower lip, glancing around every which way though having no idea where her Mr. Johnson could be. Slowly, she began to remove her clothes, the sting of the cold air kissing at her skin as she peeled off each layer and let them sit as nicely as she could on the floor. When she was finally stripped down into nothing, her well-groomed, clean shaven pale flesh gleaming in the dim lighting, she reached for the blindfold. Immediately, she began to tremble. With shaky hands, she removed her glasses, setting them down on the floor with her clothes and put the blindfold on in its place though not pulling it down over her eyes just yet. She turned to face the desk, her eyes taking in where the Xs were...marks for where her hands and feet were to be placed. One by one, she placed them there. Swallowing hard, she then pulled the blindfold down making everything dark and then slapped her free hand down in place over the remaining X.