My Dearest darling,
It was such a wonderful evening and I'm looking forward to meeting you again definitely at your convenience.
Yours Cian.
I look at my phone reading every word and re- reading it again, I then turn to Sophia asking her to pinch me, I can't still believe this isn't a dream. Sophia doesn't disappoint, she doesn't just pinch but also tugs at my boobs and I let out a squeal looking at her accusing.
I pinched you just as you wanted, don't give me that look, she says with a huge mischievous smile, helpless i let out a poor whine grumbling while nursing my nipple and poor chin.
Finally i pick up my phone again reading the message again. It can't be real, right? No way. There is no way. I shake my head as I look up to Sophie, yeah I now call her that.
Are you okay? she ask, and I respond, I'm fine, just finding it hard to believe he is actually interested in me, or could he be only interested in my dreams, and he is just trying to help me achieve them, I just don't want to get ahead of myself.
It will be just fine my love, just take it easy, one step at a time, don't think to much okay, it will be just fine, she says.
I let out a long sigh, okay I' m definitely getting ahead of myself, Cian is interested in my goals and is trying to help me achieve them. I am so grateful for that, quickly typing and sending my response. Unsure if he will respond or not regardless I reply, thank you so much for everything so far, the scholarship, believing in me, the amazing dinner, it was really an amazing evening and I'm looking forward to our next meeting. This last word had me typing and erasing, I later went with meeting as I felt, date was quite a strong word and I definitely didn't want to seem eager, for all I know his interest could just be in my academic not me. After sending my response i put down my phone and headed to the shower, I had to get cozy it would soon be time for mine and Sophie's show after that it would be bedtime.
I woke up the next day to a heavenly smell, it seems Sophie is up whipping something in the kitchen, I pushed the blankets off of me, and I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I yawned and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles, I made my way to the kitchen where Sophie offered me breakfast and I chomped down, it tasted divine, I did the dishes and then started getting ready for the day. After getting dressed in my favorite jeans and a comfortable sweater, I checked my phone for any important notifications, sadly I did not get any response from Cian, he was probably busy I convinced myself, I gathered my backpack and headed out with Sophie as we made our way to the bus station. We arrived at school and then got engrossed with school work, time flew by rapidly, soon the day at school was over, and I made my way to work, not going to lie today was hectic all I wanted was to get home and sleep.
As I walked home from work, my feet clicking on the deserted street as I encouraged myself that I would soon arrive home. The darkness seemed to swallow me whole, and I quickened my pace, my heart racing with every step when suddenly, a group of rough-looking men emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted with cruel intent. I tried to step back, but one of them grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice."Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" he sneered, pulling me towards a nearby alleyway. I struggled to break free, but he held me tight. I felt my heart racing like a jackrabbit in my chest. My mind was a jumble of worst-case scenarios, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was completely at their mercy. Panic set in, like a cold dread that seeped into my bones. My breath came in short gasps, and my legs felt like jelly beneath me.
When I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, I tried to turn, but it was too late. One of the men grabbed me, his grip like a vice around my arm. I felt a surge of adrenaline, and my body went into fight-or-flight mode. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my neck.
In that moment, I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. Everything seemed to slow down, and I was aware of every detail, the rough texture of the man's hand, the smell of his sweat, the sound of his breathing. I was desperate to escape, but my body seemed frozen in place. It was like I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.
The panic was overwhelming, making my thoughts cloudy. I couldn't think straight, and all I could focus on was getting away from these men, but as I looked up and saw the stranger's face, something shifted. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I would make it out of this situation alive.
Just as I thought all was lost, a sleek black car screeched to a halt beside us. The door burst open, and a tall, imposing figure leapt out, he was tan, tall and fit the kind of muscular build fit, his hair was well groomed, sleeked back and some rogue tendrils of hair fell into his face, and for some reason, the effect was devastating hot.
His eyes were green, not dull looking at all, because even standing a few feet away from him, I could see a ring of gold around his iris. Dragging my gaze away from his eyes to skim the rest of clean shaven perfectly chiseled face, he wore a perfectly tailored black suit with a white crisp shirt underneath, I could swear in my life it was expensive, the way the suit fitted his form and everything about it screamed money and perfect. I also noticed the gold ring on his pinky that had an R engraved on it. I couldn't help but look into his eyes again, they blazed with fury as he took in the scene. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he moved towards us, his movements fluid and deadly.The men surrounding me seemed to sense the danger emanating from him and took a step back. But it was too late. With swift and precise movements, he took down the men one by one. I watched in awe as he dispatched them with ease, his strength and power evident in every strike.
When the last attacker fell to the ground, the stranger turned to me, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Are you okay? he asked, his voice low and rough.
I nodded, still shaken but grateful for my rescuer. He gently took my arm, leading me to his car. "Get in," he said. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust this stranger, but something about him put me at ease, maybe it was the way he had saved me, or the kindness in his eyes. Whatever it was, I got into the car, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
As we drove away from the scene, I couldn't help but steal glances at my rescuer. He was handsome, with chiseled features and piercing eyes, but it was more than that. There was something about him that commanded respect, something that drew me to him. I had no idea who he was or what his motives were, all I knew was that he had saved my life.
Thank you for saving me I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He glanced at me, his eyes softening slightly. You're safe now, he said, and in that moment, I believed him. The drive was a slow silent one and I soon realized we we're headed to his home not mine, finally we arrived at our destination, as I stepped out of the car it took everything to keep my mouth shut, I felt like I had entered a different world.The grand foyer of an exquisite mansion faced me, it was breathtaking, with a sweeping staircase that seemed to curve like a ribbon up to the floors above. The floors were made of rich, dark hardwood, polished to a high shine, and the walls were adorned with priceless artwork and tapestries that seemed to whisper stories of their own. The lighting was gold and muted, making everything feel expensive and imposing.
Everything was stark and modern,I had admit it was my taste and it looked nice. Ahead of me was a sunken living room. The walls on the far side of the living room were completely made of glass, and they extended at least twenty feet high.
I tore my gaze away from the incredible view, noting the black leather sectional, the glass coffee table with gold accents, the sleek black floor lamps, and the enormous television set up on one of the walls. On the other wall was a black marble-looking bar with enough bottles of alcohol to keep someone drunk their whole life.
Evidently, whoever decorated downstairs had decorated up here as well. There was a lot of black and gold, everything looked expensive.
My thoughts were cut off by a deep, smooth and velvety voice with a low rumble that commands attention.
I will show you to your room, he said, all I could do was nod my head unable to bear the heat, I couldn't let him see my rosy cheeks so I held my head down. My phone dings out of the blue pulling my attention looking at my phone I realize the caller is Sophie, without hesitation I answer my phone.
Emi, where are you? Why aren't you home yet? What happened to you? What is holding you up? I've been waiting for you. She asks, her voice sounding all panicked, disturbed and full of concern.
I'm fine don't worry, please don't stay up. I promise to tell you everything that happened. I won't be coming home tonight I reply.
Okay then I'll be heading to bed now. Please stay safe. Take care of yourself. I Love you baby.
I love you too hun, goodnight, I reply.
She drops the call and I turn to my savior. What is your name? I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
I'm Aleksandr, he responds with a thick accent.
I'm Emily, I respond. I want to say thank you for saving me, I can't tell you how happy I am you showed up. I don't know what those men would have done to me, if you didn't appear, thank you so much.
He gently placed a finger on my lips and whispered, "Please don't say a word. I'm glad you're here, and I'll take care of everything from now on, just get some rest for the night. I headed into the room and was greeted by a beautifully decorated space with a sleek black aesthetic that was both pleasing to the eye and inviting.
Goodnight Princess, he said and I respond Goodnight Alek.
He then exited the room softly shutting the door. With Alek gone I took my time to take in the sight before me, I felt like I had entered a different world. The room was a haven of luxury and relaxation, with plush furnishings and rich textures that seemed to envelop me in comfort. The bed was a masterpiece, with crisp, high-quality linens and pillows that invited me to sink in and relax.
I ran my hand over the soft velvet drapes, feeling the luxurious fabric beneath my fingertips. The walls were painted a soothing color, and the floors were made of polished hardwood that reflected the warm glow of the table lamps. Every detail seemed carefully considered, from the statement artwork on the walls to the elegant sculptures on the dresser.
As I settled into the bed, I felt my worries and cares melting away. I snuggled under the blankets, feeling grateful for this little slice of heaven and blanked out.
I woke up the next day, getting out of this cozy haven of a bed was a struggle however I made my way to the bathroom admiring how sleek and fancy everything looked. The shower could hold at least six people, and I quickly turned it on, making sure not to look in the mirror as I stripped off my clothes. I'm sure my reflection had gotten even worse as I'd grown more tired. I stepped into the shower, breathing a sigh of relief as the piping hot water pounded on my skin from directly above, and directly in front of me. Steam rose around me as I leaned my head against the black marble in front of me, while I remembered the series of events that led to this moment.I stood in that shower so long that I actually drifted to sleep briefly, which I hadn't known I was capable of doing. After finally deciding that I had been in the shower for too long, I turned off the water, picked up the white towel hung in the rack and wiped myself. I sighed as I wrapped the warm, fluffy towel around me.
I headed out the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, now it dawned on me that I had nothing to wear and I wasn't too eager to wear the same dirty clothes I wore yesterday. I made my way to the wardrobe and picked a white cotton shirt, thankfully it was long enough to cover my behind, I only hoped my hosted wouldn't mind. I made my way out of the room to find my host to say thank you again for yesterday and letting me sleep at his, but also I was hungry I was hoping to fill my grumbling stomach as well, just as I stepped out of the room into the hallway, I saw a man I hadn't seen yesterday, his hands firmly gripping the wall, his eyes closed, soft, sexual groans coming from his full lips as he massaged the head of a girl who was on her knees sucking the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I mean, to be fair, I hadn't seen that many but damn this was a monster cock. I stared at it unable to pull my eyes away.
He whipped it out of the girl's mouth, revealing even more inches, damn. How could she even fit all that into her mouth. He was swinging a trunk down there. I doubt I'd be able to get one-fourth of it inside of me.
What? he says looking at me amused and with a cocky grin, before he tucked his trunk back in his trousers, how he was even able to fit it in was a mystery to me.
I'm sorry, what did you say? I ask blushing furiously, I won't be surprised if I was looking as red as a tomato, right now I felt like a school girl who was speaking to her crush.
I'm so sorry, I say stumbling on my words, trying to look everywhere but at him, backing away, I was just looking for Alek, my cheeks flushed. I was interrupted by a cough, it was the girl I assumed she was trying to get his attention, he finally took his eyes off me looking at the girl on her knees.
It's times for you to go darling, he said. Those words from any other person would have been very insulting and enraging, but from him it seems seductive and warm. She looked at him, thanked him, stood up and left.
Deep down I was burning of envy what I would give to be in her place, thinking of it was already turning me on. The truth about me is, even though I've always pushed myself to excel academically, deep down I've have secretly wished for s man who will love me, protect me, make me feel heard and seen, be loyal and definitely treat me like a good girl and when a say good girl I mean very depraved thoughts. I could only dream and imagine how a man like him would make me feel
The girl left and the trunk man turned his attention back to me, let's take you to Alek, he says. I bit my lips, a hopeless attempt to keep my mouth shut before I beg this stranger to treat me the same way he treated that girl, I want him to call me a good girl, to tell I did so well, I took it all like a good girl, but I guess dreams never come true.