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Authors: Karolyn James

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You look amazing.  I want to see you… show me.

Reading the message, Amanda closed her legs.  She closed her eyes for a second and felt her body shudder.  She let out a soft moan and then held back, unsure if Alexander could hear her or not.  She opened her eyes and legs at the same time.  With her left hand, she reached between her legs.  She grasped the middle of her panties using just her thumb and forefinger.  As she pulled her panties, exposing herself, she let out a long sigh and moaned again.  They clung to her moisture before she pulled herself free.  As she looked down, she could see herself glistening, her tender pink skin folded, just waiting for the right touch from the right man. 

Amanda then looked up and around the room, waiting for Alexander’s reaction.

It came with the sweet sound of the phone’s message tone.

PERFECT.  You look wet.  You like this, don’t you?  (Answer without moving your hand from between your legs.)

Amanda placed the phone on her leg, at her hip, and used one hand to reply.  It was a pain in the neck to do so, because as she moved, her pointer finger holding her panties sometimes moved, touching herself.  Each time she touched herself, she had the mental image of Alexander Porter thrusting into her.

She replied with –
I LOVE this…

When Alexander replied, he wrote –
Of course you do.  I’m in command.  You need me.  Take your hand from your panties, sweet Mandy, but touch yourself first.  Just once.  Then look up and taste yourself.  Tell me how you taste, sweet Mandy, I need to know.

After reading the erotic message, Amanda looked around the room again.  She moaned, desperate to know where the camera (or cameras) were.  On top of that, how long was he going to do this?

As time ticked away, Amanda recalled Alexander’s demands, and his action if the demands weren’t met.  A small chill had worked its way into the cabin and Amanda knew that the darker it got, the colder it would get.  Having no power in this weather and being alone would be pure and simple torture.

Amanda moved her panties back into place, covering her tender skin.  She made sure her middle finger grazed herself and even that small touch made her body pulse.  It was because the command had come from Alexander and because somewhere in the world he watched her and had seen it. 

She lifted her hand to her mouth and decided to play with Alexander.  She opened her hand and started with her thumb, planting a single kiss on the tip of her finger.  Next she moved to her pinky followed by her forefinger and finally her ring finger.  With only one finger left, Amanda smiled the most flirty smile she could manage (considering there technically wasn’t anyone else in the room with her).  Then she put her middle finger to her lips and opened her mouth slowly.  She curled her tongue along her middle finger and closed her lips, then pulled her finger out of her mouth.  She did taste herself for a quick second, an almost sweet taste. 

She’d be a liar to say it wasn’t the first time she’d tasted her own taste, but to do it like this made it feel so wrong, but yet so good.

She grabbed the phone and began typing to Alexander.  She hoped if she said the right thing, he’d appear.

I really am ‘sweet Mandy’.

Amanda hit send and felt the moisture between her legs increase.  It came to her attention that she had never had any dirty talk through a cell phone before.  Not even talking, let alone the idea of text messaging someone… especially someone like Alexander Porter.

She quickly wrote another message, feeling horny and flirty.

Why don’t you come taste me?  Then I can taste you.

Amanda sent the message then looked across the room and licked her lips.

Her eyes looked to the phone, then to the room.  She had no idea where to look so she chose the doorway.  The faint light from the large chandelier came down the hall with skinny fingers of light stretching into the bedroom.  Amanda turned her head and looked to the window, seeing that it was mostly dark outside. 

How long have I been here? she thought to herself.

A message came from Alexander.

I’ll taste you soon enough Mandy. 

Amanda wrote back, sticking to an obvious point. 
When? Where are you?

It took a minute for Alexander to reply with a longer message.

Business, as I said.  I’m hours away but right there with you.  As far as when?  I’ll be there when I’m there.  For now, I can tell you’ve had a long day, haven’t you Mandy?  A really long day.  Lots of traveling, exploring yourself.  You need a shower don’t you?  A nice, hot, long shower.  Go to the bathroom.  Now.

When Amanda looked up from the phone she again pictured Alexander standing at the foot of the bed.  She pictured him in a black suit with his tie just a hair loose.  He pictured him with his hands in his pockets, trying to look relaxed but it was impossible for him to do so.  He had power, was made of power, and controlled power.  His wide shoulders in his suit and his dark eyes intimidating Amanda over and over again.

But of course Alexander wasn’t there. 

The bedroom was empty.

Amanda read the message again and then swung her feet from the bed.  She stood up and walked to the doorway.  She paused for a second and looked back into the bedroom.  The thought of going into the bathroom for a shower did sound nice and private.

Plus, Amanda felt pretty certain that Alexander would have her doing much more in front of his camera in the bedroom soon enough.

 

Amanda’s mind should have been in the mindset of a billionaire.  She should have known no expense would be spared by Alexander Porter.  When she found the bathroom, she took one step into the grand room and froze. 

Her eyes were overcome by the size of the bathroom.  There were touches of gold everywhere.  For such a old style, rustic outer shell that the cabin had the appearance of, the bathroom alone looked like it belonged in a mansion.  Separate sinks came with separate areas for those sinks.  Amanda counted four sinks.  To her right was a stand up shower stall in the corner, the actual shower itself probably the size of most of her bathroom in her cramped apartment back home.  Next to that was a cushioned chair and ottoman.  She couldn’t imagine what anyone would use it for but her eyes kept moving.  Next was a large whirlpool tub, deep enough to almost be a pool. 

That was just the left side of the bathroom.

Straight ahead was a window, floor to ceiling, split by wood beams running left to right and up and down.  The view from the window matched what Amanda saw from the bedroom.  Mountains running into mountains.  Snow covered caps reaching into the almost dark sky, leaving nothing but the shivering illusion of a desperate, cold night outside. 

The other side of the bathroom had shelves with fresh towels stacked neatly. 

Amanda walked into the bathroom completely, trying to decide what first. 

She had to choose the window, hurrying to it. 

Standing a foot from the window, she let out a gasp at the sight below her.  She had never seen a window designed like this one, starting at the floor.  Looking down she could see the back of the cabin and then just wilderness.  She inched forward and placed her toes to the glass.  She looked up, placing her hands on the wood separating the glass.  As she stared, she felt like she was floating… or falling…

When the cell phone rang with a new message, Amanda jumped.  She had forgotten her surroundings for a little while.

How is it?

Amanda wrote back –
The view is amazing.  I’ve never seen a place like this…

Of course Amanda hadn’t.  The most luxurious bathroom she’d ever seen was at a hotel for a bachelorette party she attended a couple years ago.

The phone rang again.

You’re right, Mandy, the view is amazing.  Now, take your clothes off and get into the shower.

“The view
is
amazing,” Amanda said, looking at the message.

Something about the way it read told Amanda he wasn’t talking about the same view she was.

Amanda turned and looked at the shower stall in the corner.  The glass door was open, but it didn’t matter because it was entirely see through.  Her fingers touched the bottom of her shirt and she lifted her arms.  Letting her shirt fall to the floor, Amanda watched it fall into a small pile.  She then reached behind and unsnapped her bra.  When it fell from her body, she was officially naked.  Naked in Alexander Porter’s bathroom.  The reality made her body ache but that ache brought a sense of loneliness she hated to feel.  She crossed her arms and touched her shoulders, her fingers squeezing.  She told herself the wait would be well worth it.  This was all part of Alexander’s game.

“Game,” she said as her voice echoed around the bathroom. 

Amanda had her own game too.  Alexander had seen her in the bedroom.  He had commanded her in the bedroom.  But in the bathroom, what did he know?  What did he see?

Amanda took the cell phone and wrote a message to Alexander, hoping to tease him.  Part of her what wanted to entice him to drop whatever he was doing and get there, to her.  She wanted to be greedy with her lust right now and keep Alexander to herself until her body couldn’t handle anymore. 

I’m naked.  I wish you could see me right now.

“There,” Amanda whispered as she pressed send. 

She placed the cell phone on the arm of the chair in the bathroom and set her sights on the shower.  Whether Alexander had commanded her to shower or not it sounded like a wonderful idea.  The fresh fallen snow outside, the bitter cold air swirling around, the chill of being alone.  All that damn near pushed Amanda into the shower stall.  She turned the water on and reached up to turn the shower head towards the wall, not wanting to let the cold water touch her shivering body.  The moment the water turned on, it was warm.  Perfectly warm.  Gradually it grew hotter and Amanda let the water spray her body.  She’d never seen a shower that started out warm. 

Everything about Alexander Porter and his money was amazing.

The hot water crashed into her chest and she looked down, watching the water cascade over her breasts, between her breasts, and how tiny beads of water jumped from her erect nipples.  She let out a moan, desperate for something to happen.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the cell phone screen light up.  She opened the shower door and reached for the phone with her left hand.  She tapped it with her finger, turning it so she could read the screen without getting the phone wet. 

The message she read almost made her faint, forcing her right hand to grip the shower and her left hand to plant itself flat on the chair in the bathroom to hold herself up.  The top half of her body shivered from the cool air in the bathroom attacking her while the lower half of her body felt warm and gushy from the hot water in the shower and from the tingling between her legs.

Amanda caught her breath and looked at the phone again. 

Sweet Mandy… I can see you, right now.

 

Amanda wanted to touch the phone but couldn’t, she felt weak and her body dripped with water.  She read the message a few more times before the screen turned itself off.  Her head shot up and she looked around the bathroom.

“No way,” she whispered.

Did Alexander Porter have cameras in the bathroom too?

The phone lit up again, another message from the billionaire.

The phone is water-proof.  Now, get back in the shower, you look like you’re shivering.

As she had done in the bedroom, following her natural instinct as most would, Amanda looked around the bathroom, wanting to find some kind of hole or black dot, or anything that would indicate a camera.  She checked the corners of the ceilings and when her eyes fell upon the great window in the bathroom, she gasped and got back into the shower.  She closed the door and looked out well aware that having the door shut did nothing to hide her.

The water pounded on the cell phone as it beeped again.

The message came through just fine Alexander was right, the phone was water-proof.  Not that he ever had any reason to lie.

The window is fine, Mandy.  You can see out but no one can see in. 

Amanda had to laugh at herself.  Trying to be feel paranoid in the presence of such success and power was ridiculous. 

Alexander confirmed that a second later.

No need to worry, Mandy, it’s just me.  Just you, and me.  Now… why don’t you get comfortable in the shower…

To her right, Amanda found a small ledge in the shower.  She found a way to balance the cell phone so that she could see the screen.  That gave her both hands free to do as she pleased.  Behind her there were several options of soaps and shampoos, all of them in bottles made by brands she couldn’t recall.  One thing was for sure, whatever the scent of the bottle said, when Amanda opened it, it smelled just like it.  Like nothing she had ever smelled before.

The phone made a sound.

No need to wash, yet.  First, let’s get down to business.  You had no pants on in my bed… and now you’re naked in my shower.  You showed me yourself in bed… now I want you to touch yourself in my shower.  Touch your face, sweet Mandy.

The message appeared harmless.  Amanda faced the rushing water, letting it hit just below her chin.  She put her hands to her cheeks and brought her hands together.  The subtle movement of her own fingers made her close her eyes and open her mouth.  She couldn’t remember ever touching herself and having it feel this…
erotic.

The next message wasn’t quite as harmless.

Now, down to your lovely breasts.  Touch them, Mandy, feel them.  Cup them.  Run your fingertips on your nipples… like I wish I could right now…

Amanda had to comply.  Not that she would have argued it anyway.

Her hands moved down her face, to her neck, quickly moving them to her chest.  The palms of her hands ran along her breasts first, then under, and finally, cupping them.  She looked down at her breasts, taking a second to watch the water bounce off her skin again.  She squeezed with an attempt at being gentle, more for just show than anything else, but her inner desires right now couldn’t comprehend gentle.  Her squeeze was tight and she made herself moan.  Her thumbs then became eager, sliding across her breasts to her nipples.  She flicked her nipples at the same time, crying out, letting her voice echo in the shower.  Next her hands opened, releasing her grip on her breasts.  Her fingertips lined themselves vertical and starting with her pinkies, she ran her nails and fingertips down her nipples.  Each time a new finger struck her nipples, she would let out a moan or sigh, wishing it were the sounds of relief but they weren’t.  They were the sounds of building pleasure and building need.

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