I could hear Selene walking into the dressing room. All our belongings had been unpacked and put away. I didn’t know what she was doing or looking for, and even when I turned my head to face the dressing room door, it was half closed, and I couldn’t see what Selene was up to. The more noise she made by moving things around, the more curious I became.
“What are you doing?” I called.
“Patience, pet,” she called back and continued with whatever it was she was doing.
Was she getting changed? It didn’t sound like it—it sounded like she was moving something.
I watched as she entered the room. At first, I noticed she had removed her blazer and wore only the flared trousers, heels, and white crop top, and while admiring her toned arms, I took notices of the wooden chest she was carrying—dark in colour, leather straps and bronze buckles.
“Is that your hidden treasure?” I asked playfully.
Selene smiled. “It could be,” she replied.
She continued walking to the foot of the bed to where I could no longer see her.
I heard the buckles of the chest be undone and began to sit up so I could see what was within the mysterious box. I flinched and produced a little noise of fright when, the next moment, Selene’s hand was pushing down between my shoulder blades.
“Do not move,” she warned.
“Okay,” I replied, disappointed I hadn’t even got a glimpse of the chest.
Selene took hold of my ankles, her grip firm, and quickly, without warning, yanked me further down the bed.
“Selene,” I whined in fright, caught off guard.
“Yes, pet?” she replied, and I could hear the amusement in her voice.
“You gave me a fright,” I complained.
“Did I?” She asked, and despite not being able to see her face, I knew she would be grinning smugly.
Her hands left my ankles momentarily before returning and wrapping something soft and silky around one ankle. A knot was tied.
“Too tight?” she questioned as she massaged my foot.
“No,” I hummed. The massaging was pleasant.
Carefully she continued for a few minutes and then gave the same treatment to my other ankle and foot.
“Too tight?” she asked again, and I shook my head.
“Words,” she corrected.
“Not too tight, Ma’am,” I answered.
“Good girl,” she praised, before she began to separate my legs, widely.
I saw from my peripheral that tied to my ankle was a long piece of silk fabric, that Selene was pulling taut to attach to the post of the bed and keep my legs spread apart.
I jolted as suddenly Selene was straddling my hips and leaning over me.
“Comfortable?” she asked casually next to my ear as she reached in front of me and grabbed two pillows.
“Uh, yeah?” I replied.
She kissed my cheek, and just as suddenly as she was on me, she was off.
Takin my hips in hand, she pulled me away from the bed and placed the two pillows under me, causing my butt to be raised.
