4 - That Was Interesting

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An hour-maybe two-pass by. We spent the time just talking. I learned a little about his past, and he learned a little more about mine. I feel closer to him now, and have become much more comfortable in his presence. Perhaps playing his bride won't be as bad as I originally thought.

He escorts me to the elevator and back down to the first floor. I half expect for us to go separate ways, but he escorts me out of the building and to my car as well. I can't help but give him a half-assed, tired smile. "Thanks." I say.

He just gives me a nod, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at nine, so be ready." He puts a hand on mine and our eyes connect.

I feel different this time when I stare into his eyes. I become lost in them, and I can't bring myself to look away. They hold something along the lines of some stone-cold killer, but also a man who yearns for something more. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can tell that it's there.

"Is there a way I can contact you?" I ask him, my lips curling upward. "A phone number, maybe?"

He nods his head, then pulls what looks to be a card from his pocket before handing it to me. "Call me if you need anything." I can hear the sincerity in his voice when he says those words. For a moment, it makes my insides feel warm.

"Thanks." I say, giving him a full and genuine smile. "I might just take you up on that offer. I'll be seeing you now. It was nice to meet you, 47." I open up the door to my car to get in.

"Ditto to you, Anastasia." Before I close the door he comments, "Have a safe night, darling." He closes the door for me and then walks himself back into the building.

I watch his back as he walks away until he disappears completely. When he's gone, I start up the engine and pull myself out of the parking lot. After I'm back on the road, I take a left and drive along the streets until I'm back at my own house. I park in the driveway, shutting off the car before I step out of it. I grab my purse beforehand and then close the door, which makes a sound that signals to me the car is locked and the alarm is activated. I brush my fingers through my hair as I walk up the stairs onto my porch. I fumble with my keys until I find the house key that unlocks the door. The minute I'm inside, I drop my purse on the ground before shutting and locking the door behind me. Today was a long one, that's for sure.

I take my heels off and place them in the shoe/coat closet next to the door, then make my way over to the kitchen. I am way too tired to make dinner, so I grab myself leftover chicken parmesan from a couple of nights ago. I pop it in the microwave for a minute and a half then settle myself into a chair at my dining room table.

Light tip-taps on the floor alert me to the animal that pitter-patters down the hallway. It's my Great Dane, Crystal. I must have woken her.

She comes right up to me and sits there, her tail wagging back and forth. "Hey, girl. Who's my cutie?" I ask, her tail beginning to wag faster from side to side. She sniffs the air and then nudges me with her nose. I put my hand on top of her head, gently petting her ears.

The microwave beeps, which makes Crystal go nuts. She starts going in circles and prancing, which makes me chuckle because it only means that she's hungry, "Don't worry, girl. I'll get you something to eat." While I let my food sit in the microwave, I reach under the sink to take out the bag of her food. I grab her bowl and use the scooper in said bag of dogfood to pour some to her liking. I set it on the floor and she goes to it immediately. I then make sure she has fresh water before I grab my own food and begin eating.

After I've eaten, I decide that it's time she and I take a shower, then go to bed. She follows me to the bathroom after slurping up a good amount of her water; her claws make clicking sounds against the tile as she trots behind me. I close the door and she hops into the spacious tub before I can even turn the water on.

"Patience, Crystal." I tell her with a smile. This makes her tail wag again. "I have to undress myself and then undress you." She tilts her head to the side, apparently forgetting that she wears a collar.

I slip my dirty clothes off and set them all neatly on the counter before strutting over to the tub, where Crystal waits for me patiently. I remove her collar from around her neck before I turn on the water, making sure it's at a temperature that will be comfortable for us both. Her floppy ears stick up slightly as the water touches her toes. She seems relaxed and it makes me smile.

I pull my hair into a bun then add bubble bath soap to the water as it fills up. When it's filled enough for me, I turn off the water and climb into the tub in front of Crystal. She looks at me with a gleam in her eyes, "Don't worry, girl. I'll make sure that I give you a good scrubbing." It makes me chuckle when I can hear her tail sloshing the water as she wags it.

I give her a thorough scrubbing with the bubbles first before scrubbing myself with them. She doesn't shake herself off like other dogs would, but instead she waits for me to rinse her off with the detachable showerhead. After I'm scrubbed down and clean, I drain all of the water from the tub before turning on the showerhead. I rinse myself off first, relishing the feeling of the hot water against my skin. Crystal whines, telling me that it's her turn. I rinse all of the soap from her fur and she seems like she's smiling.

I turn off the water after a bit and the two of us hop out of the tub. I wrong out my hair and she shakes out her fur. Then, I slip into my bath robe before grabbing the large beach towel I use all the time to dry her off. She stays standing and lets me dry her off as best as I can with the towel before she shakes out more excess water. I brush her coat real quick before slipping her collar back around her neck. I pick up my dirty clothes, pulling my phone and 47's number card out of the coat pocket before placing them in the hamper. After shutting off the light, Crystal and I exit the bathroom, walking down the hall to my bedroom.

I save his number in my phone before plugging it in. I then occupy myself by packing clothes for our trip to London. After my luggage is packed, I take off my robe to slip on a pair of lavender silk panties and a matching silk nightgown, with small tufts of fur around the top of my bosom area. I pull my hair out of its bun, which makes it cascade in wild curls down my back. Crystal jumps onto the bed and I join her, pulling the blanket over the two of us. She curls herself into a ball next to me as I close my eyes. "Goodnight, Crystal." I murmur.

I open my eyes and look around, becoming slightly confused when I notice that I'm not laying on the queen-size mattress that I usually lay on. Instead, I'm lying on a king-size bed in what seems to be a suite of some sorts. How I ended up in a suite is beyond me.

I rub the tiredness from my eyes and toss the covers off of me, stretching myself outward as I do so. My eyes focus on the darkness around me. "How can it still be nighttime. . . ?" I ask myself, my lips curling into a slight frown. I just shake my head, lying back down on the bed. My arms are thrown up and my eyes stare at the ceiling above me.

Suddenly, I hear the knob of the door turn before said door is pushed open. The gentle breeze that passes over my body suggests that I'm still in that nightgown, and it causes me to press my legs together. I sit up slightly to see who it is, and am completely caught off guard when 47 steps into my viewpoint within the moonlight seeping into the room through the window.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes fixating themselves on his shirtless form. I really underestimated the bulkiness of his physique. His eyes meet mine and he steps closer, climbing himself onto the bed. My eyes widen a bit and my heart begins pounding rapidly against my ribcage. He notices how tense I've become and puts a gentle hand on my cheek. I soften up a bit, but I'm still cautious.

"I've come to take you, Anastasia." The words roll off his tongue the way water rolls off the feathers of a duck. "I've come to take everything of you." He places his other hand on my hip, then slides it down to the exposed skin of my thigh.

I gasp as his fingers gently trace my skin, and I can't help it when I blush at his actions. His touch is so soft and soothing that it makes me relax completely, my body no longer tense underneath him. I shouldn't be giving in to him so easily, but I can't help it.

He uses the tips of his fingers on his other hand to gently slide them down my neck, taking his time to gently stroke the skin as he does so. The hand tracing my thigh nudges it slightly to the side, and with an ease I never thought I'd have, I part my legs for him, which allows him to fit himself comfortably between them. He presses the fingers of his left hand to my core, and it causes me to let a gentle moan escape from my lips. Why I was feeling so much pleasure from a man I just met, I didn't know.

Then again, at the moment he starts rubbing me with his fingers, I don't care. I roll my head back against the pillows and arch my back, the feeling of his fingers eliciting soft moans from the back of my throat. His right hand moves itself from my neck and begins to softly trace along my collarbone. He traces my collarbone to my left shoulder, where he very slowly slides the strap of the nightgown off my shoulder. Another sudden breeze makes my nipple perky and causes my face to heat up more; I probably look so vulnerable underneath him while I'm in this state. His hand then does the same thing to the second strap, and now my breasts are fully exposed to both him and the air.

My eyes are shut tight as his hand continues rubbing me through the silk fabric. He leans himself down and I can feel him flick his tongue over my nipple a few times before swirling it around with the tip. I whimper, arching my back to push my chest toward his mouth. He takes that as an invitation and clasps his lips firmly around my nipple, sucking on it as he rolls it gently between his teeth. His. . .name leaves in a soft murmur from my lips, my hands gripping his muscular shoulders tightly.

A shallow gasp fills his ears when I feel him move my panties to the side and thrust a finger into me. It makes a sharp pain course through me suddenly and I whimper again. He moves it slowly in and out of me, taking his time to let me adjust to this foreign feeling. My hips soon begin pushing themselves toward his hand as my insides become used to the feeling of his rather large finger being in there. His mouth switches places and he gives my other nipple the same treatment as his finger picks up speed. My moans fill the air and his ears, and he decides to add another fInger, thrusting his hand at an ungodly speed that I can no longer keep up with. My body goes limp from the pleasure, which only makes the thrusting harder.

He releases my nipple and focuses on thrusting his fingers in and out of me. I whine as something hot burns inside of me and it makes my body squirm against him involuntarily, trying to get away. This only elicited a low growl from him, as he used his free hand to hold my hips down and to keep me held firmly in place. I just keep my head tossed back against the pillow as hard and heavy breaths make my chest heave every time he thrusts his fingers. There's a power behind them that makes me shake and quiver. I don't mind it, not one bit.

He adjusts his hand and starts thrusting at an angle that drives me absolutely wild with pleasure. Something warm-like a fire burning-builds itself up in the pit of my stomach. I can't take anymore. I'm about to lose it.

The sound of my alarm clock causes my eyes to snap themselves open, and I quickly shoot into a sitting position, scanning the room after they've adjusted to the brightness of the morning. I breathe a gentle sigh of relief when I notice that I'm in my own room.

Crystal's ears stick straight up and when she looks at me, I can tell she's worried to death. I give her a smile and gently pat her on the head, "I'm fine, girl. Really, I am." I wrap my arms around her neck, giving the big softie a hug. She nudges her nose into the nape of my neck; I think she knows that I'm going to be leaving today.

"Don't worry, Crystal." I kiss her on the forehead, making sure to show her much love. "I promise that I won't be gone long.

Still remembering the dream, I can't help but shiver at that thought. "Why would I have a dream so graphic?" I push the covers off of me and then throw my legs over the edge of the bed. A wetness between my legs causes me to blush lightly. "Oh boy. . . Guess I enjoyed 47 more than I thought."

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