He squeezed my hand. "Sounds like you. Turning visions into reality."
The path opened up suddenly, and I gasped. The lagoon was a hidden gem, a crystal-clear pool fed by a cascading waterfall that tumbled from moss-covered rocks, the water sparkling under the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy.
Surrounding it were vibrant ferns and wildflowers, butterflies flitting about, the air alive with the mist from the falls. It was like stepping into a fairy tale, an oasis untouched by time. "Keith... this is beautiful," I whispered, taking it all in. The colors, the deep greens of the foliage, the turquoise of the water were so vivid, so alive. The sound of the waterfall was a soothing roar, drowning out any worries.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, leading me closer. "But that's not all. Follow me."
He guided me around the edge of the lagoon, to where the waterfall parted slightly, revealing a narrow path behind it. We stepped through the mist, the cool spray kissing my skin, and emerged into a hidden room. A cave, but not like any I'd imagined. The rooftop was open but covered with thick, clear glass, allowing natural light to flood in, illuminating the space with a soft, ethereal glow. One side of the cave was also glass, a panoramic window overlooking the lagoon, the waterfall visible as a shimmering curtain. Inside, a few pieces of furniture, a plush daybed with white cushions, a small table, lanterns for when night created a cozy, intimate retreat.
I spun slowly, taking it all in. "I've never seen anything like this. It's... magical. Like a secret world. Did you... build this?"
He nodded, leaning against the glass wall. "Yes. No one knows about it but me... and now you."
My heart swelled at the trust in his words. "Your safe place. That's... special."
He smiled. "What's yours?"
I laughed lightly, sitting on the daybed. "Back home, in my room, I have this makeshift fort with blankets draped over chairs, fairy lights inside. When I can't sleep, I crawl in there. It's silly, but it feels safe, like a cocoon where the nightmares can't reach."
"Not silly at all," he said, joining me. "We all need our sanctuaries. This is mine."
In the corner, something caught my eye. A mannequin draped in a dress, illuminated by a soft spotlight. I stood, drawn to it, my fingers running over the fabric. It was a two-piece in light champagne-beige, silky and soft to the touch. The top was halter style, wrapping around the neck with delicate draping that formed a fitted bodice, small beads or pearls strung across the fabric in an elegant pattern that sparkled subtly. The skirt was short in the front, made of the same draped material, gathered at the hips with ties on the sides, long, uneven strips of white or off-white lace hanging down, giving it a flowy, layered look. A waist chain attached, delicate links with pearls that would accentuate the wearer's curves. "Whose is this?" I asked, tracing the pearls.
He watched me, his expression unreadable. "Wear it for me."
I glanced at him, surprised. "It won't fit. It's beautiful, but..."
"It will," he assured, standing. "Trust me. I'll wait outside."
He left, closing a hidden door behind him. I hesitated, then stripped, slipping into the dress. It fit perfectly, hugging my body like it was made for me. The halter top accentuated my shoulders, the draped bodice flattering my breasts, the skirt's asymmetry playful yet elegant, the lace strips swishing with movement, the waist chain adding a touch of glamour. I felt transformed, beautiful.
Keith
Istood just outside the entrance, the mist from the falls cooling my skin as I waited for her to change. My heart raced with anticipation, a rare feeling for me, Keith Krogen, the man who built empires, reduced to nerves over a woman in a dress. But Aurelia wasn't just any woman. She was the one who'd cracked my armor, made me feel alive in ways I thought were long dead. I knocked lightly on the concealed door, my voice steady despite the pulse in my veins. "Aurelia? Are you dressed?"
Her voice came through, soft and a bit hesitant. "Yes, you can come in."
I half-opened the door, peeking inside to give her space, but she turned toward me at that moment, and a gust of wind from the falls rushed through the opening, making her dress and hair flow like something out of a fantasy. The champagne-beige two-piece caught the breeze, the draped bodice fluttering slightly, the asymmetrical lace strips on the skirt dancing around her legs. Her hair, loose and braided, whipped around her face, framing those eyes that locked onto mine with a mix of surprise and allure. She was breathtaking, the halter top wrapping around her neck, the pearls and beads sparkling against her fair skin, the waist chain glinting like a secret promise. My breath caught, a surge of desire hitting me hard. She always did this to me. Made me hard just thinking about her. Her curves, her smile, the way she moved. Even now, seeing her in the dress I'd had made for her, my mind flashed to peeling it off, exploring every inch.
I stepped inside fully, closing the door behind me, my eyes never leaving hers as I descended toward her, each step deliberate, theair between us thickening with tension. The cave's natural light poured through the glass, illuminating her like a goddess, her full lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Inches away, the scent of her floral perfume mixed with the mist, intoxicating me further. She turned her back to me then, perhaps shy, perhaps teasing, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of its own.
I closed the distance, coming up behind her, my nose brushing her hair as I inhaled deeply. Jasmine and rose, mixed with her natural sweetness. It drove me wild, my cock hardening further, pressing against my pants. "I knew the dress would fit you," I murmured, my voice low and rough, my breath hot against her ear. "I had it made especially for you. Every detail, every pearl, imagined on your body."
She shivered, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, feeling her soft skin under my palm. With a swift motion, I whipped her around to face me, our bodies colliding softly, her breasts pressing against my chest. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away, her hands coming to rest on my arms. I slid my finger from the small mole on her collarbone, that faint mark I'd noticed at dinner, a secret spot that begged to be kissed down the line of her top, caressing the swell of her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my touch through the fabric. She gasped, her body arching slightly into me. My finger continued down the sides of her waist, tracing her curves, finally reaching the waist chain. The metal was cool, but her skin was fire. I hooked my finger into it, pulling her impossibly closer, no space for air between us, my hard cock pressing against her stomach.
Our lips hovered, breaths mingling, the tension electric. I teased her, brushing my lips against hers without fully kissing, feeling her tremble. "If you knew what I'm thinking right now," I whispered,my voice gravelly with desire, "you'd take that dress off and never wear it outside this room ever again. Only I am meant to see this."
She let out a soft moan, her eyes darkening, and I gave her a light peck, just a taste. She responded immediately, giving me a light peck back, her lips soft and tentative. That was it. Control snapped. I grabbed her by the neck, my hand firm but not rough, pulling her into a devouring kiss, my mouth claiming hers with hunger. Our tongues battled, the kiss deep and consuming, her taste flooding my senses. I broke away briefly, growling against her lips, "Aurelia. The essence of you wakes up my inner demon, the one that lives for the pleasure of breaking you apart."
She gasped, her hands clutching my shirt. "Keith..."
"Should I ruin you?" I asked, my hand sliding down her body. "Am I asking this? Maybe. But you already submitted yourself to me. Didn’t you?" My fingers glided lower, slipping under the skirt's hem, finding her bare pussy wet, dripping, no panties in sight. I growled, my cock throbbing painfully. "See, I can feel that submission through your juices."
My fingers were soaked instantly, her arousal coating them, dripping down in rivulets that splashed onto my shoes. "Fuck, Aurelia." I said, my voice thick. "I love it, but I will make sure you fucking drip like hell."
She moaned again, her hips bucking against my hand. "Keith... please..."
"You've ruined my shoes," I exclaimed, pulling my fingers back to show her the glistening evidence. "That deserves punishment."
