Everything He Demands (7 page)

I
gasped
at
impressionist
paintings
that
I
knew
were
originals.
My
skin
prickled
at
the
reality
of
my
situation.

I
hope
I
don't
screw
this
up.
It
could
make
my
life...after
this
year
is
over.

He
stopped
near
the
end
of
the
second
floor.
I
could
see
another
flight
of
stairs
above
us.
“
Your
room,
Ms.
Is
there
anything
you
need?
My
wife
will
be
up
to
draw
your
bath
in
a
few
minutes.
”

“
Thank
you.
There's
nothing
else.
Good
night.
”
I
smiled,
awkward
in
telling
a
servant
what
to
do.

“
Very
well.
Have
a
pleasant
evening.
”
He
bowed
and
left,
leaving
me
to
gape
at
the
room
I'd
been
ushered
into.

Romantic
seemed
too
soft
a
word
for
it.
Gauzy
white
hung
over
the
immense
bed,
a
lovely,
gossamer
canopy.
The
windows
were
trimmed
in
similar
material,
and
every
surface
was
gleaming
and
feminine.

I
let
out
a
little
“
oh
”
at
the
vanity
on
one
end
of
the
huge
bedroom.
I
sat
before
it,
fingering
the
silver
brush
and
mirror
set
and
Dior
and
Chanel
perfumes.
My
breath
came
in
great
gasps.

A
knock
sounded
on
the
door,
and
I
jumped
up,
feeling
like
a
guilty
intruder.

“
Ms.?
May
I
come
in
and
unpack
your
things
and
run
your
bath?
”

“
Oh,
yes.
Please.
”
I
smoothed
my
dress,
catching
my
disheveled
reflection
in
the
vanity
mirror.

A
heavyset,
older
woman
bustled
in.
“
You
would
like
a
bath
or
a
shower?
”

“
A
bath
would
be
lovely.
”

She
nodded.
“
I'll
be
just
a
minute.
”

I
crossed
the
room
to
the
huge
window
that
looked
out
onto
the
city.
The
piazza
lay
beneath
me.

“
I
can't
believe
this,
”
I
whispered.

My
bliss
was
clouded
only
by
the
memory
of
Rock's
nervousness
and
worry.

Just
what
will
I
be
working
on
while
I'm
here?

*
*
*
*

Moments
later,
my
clothing
was
stowed
in
a
huge
walk-in
closet
and
a
chifferobe.
A
hot
bath
waited
for
me.
The
shower
was
huge
in
the
marble
tiled
bathroom,
white
just
as
my
room
was.
My
reflection
stared
back
at
me
from
all
angles,
mirrors
on
the
sides
of
the
room.

The
man
does
like
his
mirrors.

The
tub
was
more
like
a
huge
sauna,
and
the
jets
were
on
low.

I
sank
into
the
heated
bliss
with
a
moan.

“
My
God,
this
is
amazing.
”
I
ducked
my
head
under
water
and
came
back
up,
feeling
refreshed.

An
array
of
shampoos,
bath
gels,
and
other
things
lay
on
a
large,
silver
tray
attached
to
the
sauna.

“
I
have
my
pick.
Beats
the
hell
out
of
all
things
dollar
store.
”
I
shook
my
head,
marveling
at
my
new
life.

It's
just
for
a
year.
Don't
get
too
used
to
it.

The
little
voice
in
my
head
wouldn't
shut
up.

“
Be
quiet.
I'm
going
to
enjoy
this
moment.
”
I
washed
my
hair,
groaning
with
pleasure.

The
only
thing
that
could
make
this
moment
better
would
be
Rock
Weldon
walking
in
with
nothing
on
but
a
smile.

My
pulse
quickened
at
the
thought.

“
Lacey.
”

I
almost
died
when
I
heard
his
voice
outside.
There
was
no
question
when
he
spoke
my
name.
He
would
come
in
and
do
what
he
wanted
with
me.

I
couldn't
speak
as
heat
rushed
to
my
pussy
and
my
nipples
tightened
under
the
water.

“
I
found
a
minute
to
slip
away
from
the
phone
calls
and
business.
”
He
walked
in,
naked
and
wearing
nothing
but
a
small
smile.

His
cock
was
already
pressed
against
his
stomach,
hard.
He
held
something
pink
and
long
in
one
hand.
A
vibrator.

My
God.
The
libido
on
this
man...

Not
that
I
was
complaining.
I
admired
the
dark
hair
on
his
chest
that
made
a
trail
to
his
stiff
prick.

“
Mind
if
I
climb
in
with
you?
I'm
dirty.
”
He
winked
at
me,
and
goosebumps
broke
out
on
my
flesh.