Story 10-chapter 5

The morning that Matthew awoke to was warm and bright. Matthew now noticed that there were windows dotted around the tent fabric, these unnoticeable from the outside as they looked like part of the pattern.

The windows were covered in curtains that were orange but also thin, allowing light to pass through them as if they weren't there.

He turned in the bed to see a dark mass of curls spread out behind the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

Looking into her face, he remembered last night - that this lady was his slave for the night, that her name was Elise and that her boss Jimmy would be coming to take her away from him at around 10 a.m.

He looked at his watch attached to the small table beside the bed and found that Jimmy, who was always prompt, would be here in twenty minutes. ...................


Elise awoke slowly, her mind remembering the sensations of the evening before with Matthew. She smiled and wondered if he was awake. Turning over, she saw that the bed was empty, except for her and that there were voices coming from outside the tent.

Wrapping the bedclothes around her body, she stood and walked towards the tent entrance, being sure to stay close to the walls so that she wouldn't be seen through the opening
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"So, where is she?" one voice said, "You said she would be ready to go at 10, it is now 10.05."

"I didn't say anything about a time," another voice said, sounding like Matthew.

"Maybe not," the first voice replied, who Elise assumed was Jimmy. "But I specifically told you 10 a.m."

It was strange. Elise had forgotten all about Jimmy. Being in Matthew's arms had done strange things to her, had awakened new feelings in her and brought back ones that she thought she would never experience again.

She didn't want to lose him, didn't want to go back to Jimmy to the life she led before of no freedom, no friends, no love.

"Come on Matt, we had an agreement. One night and even that's longer than my usual."

"Jimmy, you're my best mate and I know you've bent the rules a bit for me, but could you just give me until tomorrow?"

"No. I'm sorry mate but I've other customers waiting." Jimmy began to move towards the door.

Matthew put out his hand to stop Jimmy. He leant over the shorter man and whispered, "How much? How much are you willing to sell her for?"

Jimmy stepped back and looked at his old friend, he could see that Matthew was deadly serious. He grinned, "Ah, haven't had enough of the little whore have we? Want an entire lifetime do we?"

There was a pause. Matthew's temper flared and he grabbed the little man by his scruff; "Don't you dare call her a whore! She didn't want to be this way it's all your fault!"

Jimmy was now scared, he had never seen Matthew get mad like this ever. "Alright, alright." He walked away to a safe distance.

Elise could now see his back through the drapes on the door. "You can keep her ‘til tomorrow. But it's gonna cost you." And with that, he turned on his heel and retreated to his car.

Matthew dragged his hand through his hair in an awkward gesture and turned towards the tent. Elise ran back to the bed and jumped in, trying to make it look like she'd never got up.

She was a good actress, faking orgasms being her speciality in her line of work, so she looked convincingly asleep.

Matthew's mood changed the instant he saw Elise still asleep in his bed. She looked so peaceful and beautiful as he walked towards her.

A smile spread up his face as he let his eyes wander along the length of her. He could remember every detail of that slender and silky body and could imagine it through the sheets that were tangled around her.

He grew hard just by watching her, imagining him kissing her awake and then them making love again and again. That would be the most wonderful way to spend the morning, he conceded. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep.

He loved the way her breasts gently rose and fell as breath moved between her parted lips.

Elise was definitely a very special woman and one that Matthew did not want to risk losing. He knew that eventually he would have to let her go so he would make the best of their time together.

He may be rich but he knew that he didn't even possess enough money to buy this little princess from her boss. Sighing, he removed his clothes and shoes and got back into the bed beside Elise. Hugging her close, he silently prayed that he wouldn't have to let her go. .......

After Matthew got into the bed, Elise relaxed and had actually fallen asleep herself. Being held in this man's arms and cradled against his warm body was enough to put even a vigorous storm to sleep.

She stirred and opened her eyes. Matthew was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her closely. She wasn't sure if he was naked or not but he had a sheet wrapped around his middle. He smiled down at her as her eyes came into focus.

"Good morning," she said as she stretched, her voice still husky by the remnants of sleep. She sat up and looked at him.

Matthew leaned over and brushed his lips over her forehead. "Actually there's not much left of the morning," he tenderly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's almost eleven-thirty. I'm starved. Would you like some breakfast?"

She didn't answer. Instead she looked down at her hand, seeming extremely fascinated by her nails. Why is he doing this? She thought.

Matthew seemed surprised by her change in mood. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," she answered quickly, too quickly.

"You're lying to me," he said patiently. "Why don't you want me to know?"

"It's just so frustrating!" she hit the mattress with her fists. "I cant take it anymore, I'm going insane!" she dropped her head in her hands and began to cry loudly, her body rocking backwards and forwards.
Matthew rested a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.

She pulled away and rolled off the bed. "Don't touch me!" She shrieked at him, "I don't want anyone touching me ever again."

She began to run towards the exit of the tent but Matthew was faster. He stood in front of the exit, blocking her path. "Please let me go," she begged, her eyes pleading with him.

"I just want to be on my own."

"And where the hell would you go to? Hmm? You wouldn't even know in which direction to run. Anyway," his eyes flicked down her body and then back up again, "you're not exactly dressed for the occasion." His voice was now angry, her temper wearing off on him.