When the zipper reached the bottom, I brought my arms up to my shoulders and took a deep breath. I tried to imagine what he looked like as he sat there watching me. Was he leaning forward in anticipation? Was he grabbing himself? I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and held it there as I slowly pulled my straps away and let the dress fall to the floor.
I heard an intake of breath from across the room as cool air swirled around me, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.
I stood there in matching cream-colored bra and underwear and instinctively tried to cover myself.
“Drop your arms and let me see you.”
I took in another deep breath as I heard him speak. He was standing only a few feet away from me. I didn’t hear him approach me at all, but that was no surprise since all I could hear was the beating of my heart.
Dropping my arms, I let them rest at my side and stood up straight. I concentrated on his movement, wondering what he would do next. My body was starting to shake with anticipation of him running his fingers along my skin, but the touch never came.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, off to my side.
He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. I wanted to turn and touch him, but I didn’t. I figured if I did something without him telling me to do it, then our little game would end. And with the way my nether region was pulsing, I didn’t want it to end too soon.
“Take off your bra and go lie on the bed,” he commanded softly.
I licked my lips and took another deep breath to try and calm my nerves. I felt his heat disappear from my side and heard him shuffle in front of me. I wished I could see his face and how my body was affecting him.
Lifting my arms, I brought them behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it immediately fall from my breasts and onto the floor.
My nipples were hardened into peaks, my breasts heavy with arousal. I stood there for a moment waiting to see if he would do anything, but nothing came. I tried to control my erratic breathing, but I knew there would be no use to it.
Turning to my left, I tried to remember how far away the bed was. I knew I probably looked stupid and nowhere near sexy with my arms stretched out, trying to grab for the bed, but there was no way around that. After a few steps, my hand finally touched the soft comforter and I made my way onto the bed. I felt for the pillows on top and positioned myself on my back with my hands resting on my stomach, waiting for his next command.
“Lift your arms above your head and grab onto the headboard. Do not move them unless I tell you to.”
I furrowed my brow under the blindfold as I slowly did as I was told. I didn’t like the fact that I wouldn’t be able to touch him, but I wasn’t going to voice my opinion. Not yet, anyway.
After grabbing the headboard, I heard movement to my right and turned my head toward him, resting it on my arm. I heard his heavy breathing and it sounded like he was standing mere inches from me, but I couldn’t be sure. I waited for him to touch me, say something, do anything, but nothing came. I listened as hard as I could to figure out what he might be doing, but I had no idea. I heard him retreat, then the squeak of a door. And then silence.
A few minutes had passed and I was starting to get a nervous ache in my stomach that something was wrong. Finally, I got the nerve to open my mouth.
“Mason?” I called out, but there was no reply.
I pulled my arms down from the headboard and sat up, removing the blindfold.
The room was empty.
I didn’t know what to do.
“Mason?” I called out again, but still, there was no reply.
Getting off the bed, I reached down for the bra I had discarded and hastily put it back on before slipping back into my dress.
My heart was beating frantically as all kinds of questions flowed through my mind.
Where is he? Is something wrong? Did he leave?
I stepped out into the living room and was greeted with silence. The food was still sitting on the table where we’d left it, but there was no Mason. I turned to the right and opened the door down the hall to find an empty bathroom.
“Mason? Are you here?” I asked as a knot formed in my throat.
Did he really leave me here?
I looked around the rest of the house and found it was completely empty. He’d left me. That asshole left me.
A single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, but I took a deep breath and forced my tears back. This had to be the most embarrassing situation I’d ever been in. I’d finally let all my inhibitions go, and he’d thrown my actions in my face.
I need to get the hell out of here.
After grabbing my small bag by the kitchen table, I made my way to the front door. That was when I spotted money and a piece of paper on a table against the wall.
I walked to the table and picked up the small piece of paper which only had two words written on it.
I’m sorry.
And there were two twenty-dollar bills lying next to it. I assumed they were for my ride home since he’d left me there with no way to leave.