Locked Down with Mr. Right

“Where to, baby blue?”

“The Sixty on Allen,” Tobias said.

“Yessir!” Clementine said, actually saluting.

“What’s the Sixty?” I asked in all innocence.

“You’ll see,” Mr. Ford said with an enigmatic smile.

Like a good girl, I got into the car and let Clementine drive me. Wherever our shared boss dictated, I would go.

Chapter Four

Addie

Mr. Ford was right. I did see, and it was worth waiting for. The room wasn’t big. It was roughly the size of an average apartment on the Lower East Side. They made the absolute best of the available space, right down to the slick black and white color scheme. Even the iron was black. The highlight of the entire thing was the blue and white lightbox image of a tree built into the wall, giving the impression of a window into an alternative universe. I stared at it for nearly half an hour before being able to pull myself away. What started with aesthetic interest turned to existential fixation.

My cellphone rang its siren call. I had to be careful which calls I took. There were only so many minutes on my plan. I closed my eyes, trying to prolong the time before the terror struck if it was, in fact, he-who-must-not-be named.

“How do you like it?” Tobias asked.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Good. I thought a former art student might appreciate it.”

“I do,” I said, glancing back at the lightbox, careful not to be pulled back in.

“Great. You have an open tab with room service. See you tomorrow.”

“An open tab?” I asked, making sure I hadn’t fallen asleep for a couple of seconds.

All I could hear was a dial tone. It sounded like the sort of thing that he would say, so I decide to take him up on it.

Suitably situated in a soapy tub, a tray of the finest food and drink beside me, I did my best to soak away the stress of the last couple of weeks. The buzz from the champagne came on slow, easing me into a wonderful relaxation. I lowered myself further into the bubbly water and let myself float as if in a shapeless, peaceful void. Alone in my own personal space.

I wasn’t alone for long. Tobias soon appeared in the realm of my mind. The one I had spent years developing as a sort of haven away from my actual reality. Full and perfect, he looked much as he had the last time I had seen him.

He was in the same suit and everything. He reached out his beautiful hand, caressing the near length of my body from my face to my feet. I let out a euphoric sigh both in my mind as well as in the tub.

It was a secret I kept close and only revealed to those I really trusted, but foot massages, well done foot massages in particular, drove me absolutely crazy. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he carefully massaged one foot and then the other, giving each an equal amount of attention.

Moving up my legs, he caressed his lovely hands along my shins and over my thighs, making the tremble with desire. Tenderly opening my legs with his hands, he moved ever upward, lightly cupping my aching pussy in his warm palm. Beginning with slow circular motions he coaxed a moan from deep within me. It was the kind of sound I had only heard about others making but never dreamed I would experience myself.

Lovingly parting my lips with the fingers of one hand he went from stroking me to penetration, siding two fingers inside me, getting all the way up to the third knuckle. I let out a soft moan to let him know how much I liked it. He started to work in me, gradually working up to a silken rhythm. I didn’t usually make a lot of noise, but I did then.

Both in the void and in the tub, my sounds of joy echoed in the bathroom. There was a time I actually would have cared. I was getting past all sorts of inhibitions.

Cupping my pussy again to maintain contact, he lowered his head, giving me a long, slow caress with his tongue. I copied the motion with my wet fingers, trying to imagine what it would be like.

Licking me to a screaming orgasm, the Tobias in my head started planting soft, wet kisses on the outside of my pussy, making me hum with contentment. The contentment transferred to my concrete existence in the bathtub in Manhattan.

When I was calm again, he moved his kisses up to my pelvis and up over my belly to my tits. Stopping there a while, he worked on them softly, sucking each of my rock-hard nipples. First soft, then hard, making me moan, he softly spiralled his tongue around my areolae as he held each in his gentle mouth.