I stretch my arms and body, I slept like a log, and I’m not surprised. I think back to the marathon fucking session we had last night, and lie wondering if I’ll be able to walk straight after that. I laugh. I glance to the side and can see that Christian has already woken and got out of bed.

I sit up and glance around the bedroom, the furnishings are pretty sparse and all made from wood and chrome. I can see Christian’s closet door open, and the clothes go on and on. It looks like a store with all the suits immaculately hanging by color code and shoes neatly placed beneath.

I lower my legs from the bed and head towards the bathroom. I stand and look at my naked body in the mirror. I notice the red marks on my neck where Christian had choked me as he has rammed his fingers into my throbbing pussy. I turn away from the mirror and can see several hand prints on my ass. Christian had surely given me a spanking, a good spanking that I enjoyed a lot more than I thought I would. The idea of being spanked as a kid used to scare me, as an adult it just excites me.

I climb in the shower, the steam’s rising from the hot water as I enter, the water slowly washing away the scent of our lovemaking, or was it pure lust? I’m a bit sore and can’t move around as much as I thought I could when I entered. So, I quickly rinse of my body and grab a bathrobe and wrap it around my body. I walk towards the stairs and grab the stockings, suspenders, and heels that I wore from the previous evening. I stand at the top of the stairs and hold onto the rail; I glance at the spot where we had our third and final orgasm for the evening; I can still picture Christian’s hot come running between the cheeks of my ass as he shot his load onto my back.

I slowly walk down the stairs listening for any sign of Christian.

“Christian,” I cry out and there’s still no sound, so I call out again.

“Christian, are you there?”

I can’t believe he has just fucked me stupid and left; there’s no sign of him being here, no dirty cups or anything. I mean, the place is like a show home, yet there are no signs of comfort, it has a clinical feel to it. I head to the kitchen and turn on the coffee machine, the aroma of freshly ground beans fills the air as the hot water draws the full roast flavor and deposits it into the cup. I heap extra-large spoons of sugar to replace the energy I expelled last night.

I walk into the office and look at the desk where he nearly fucked me first before we moved to the stairs, the papers and pens are all over the floor, and it flashes back to me… I was flailing my arms, and everything went crashing to the floor as we kissed in passion.

I place the cup on the desk and collect all the papers and stack them neatly back on his desk, a secretary’s job is never done I think to myself as I smile at the thought of the desk action.

I hear a noise from the kitchen and grab my cup.

“Christian is that you,”

Nothing!

So, I start to panic as I wonder what the noise is, I am sure it was a door, and I sneak out of the office quietly.

I can see a man in the kitchen who is making coffee, “Can I help you?”

The man turns to surprise and smiles, “Sorry for startling you Miss Isobel, I am Jonah, Christian’s driver,” he says as he raises the cup to his lips.

“Ah, I see,” I reply, “do you know where Christian has gone to?”

“He has left on business, he was not sure what time you would wake up, so he just told me to wait for you.”

“I thought James was his driver?”

Not, that it makes that much difference? I just feel completely lost.

“No, he’s a relief driver in case I’m not around.”

The elder man says as he looks at me. Maybe he can see that I’m perplexed about being left in the house alone.

“Mr. Stern’s a bit of a free spirit, he does as he pleases,” he winks to me and I feel completely uneasy. I’m alone in Christian’s house talking to his driver in a bathrobe.

“I have a few tales I can tell you,” he replies grinning to himself.

“Tell me, what is he like?” I top up my coffee cup.

“Not possible Ma’am, that’s more than my life is worth,” he replies shrugging his shoulders, “one whiff of me telling tales and I will be out on my ear and I’ve been working for him for…” he starts to count on his fingers.

Then sighs, “A long time, maybe too long. Anyway, Mr. Stern’s a private person and one thing’s for sure. I’ll respect his privacy seeing as he’s so good to me.”

“So, what has he said about me? Can you tell me that?”

I can see that loyalty comes first with Jonah and I’m not going to get him sacked. Especially when in less than three weeks, I’ll be out of the city and back home.

“He just said you would probably be exhausted from last night, and to take you anywhere you wish to go once you are ready.”

“Do you do this very often?”

I can’t help myself, because I’m starting to feel insecure. Did he really fuck me and then leave? Or is he really on business? I don’t remember seeing anything in his schedule. Maybe something came up, but then again maybe it didn’t?

“That’ll be telling Miss,” he taps the edge of his nose. “It’s for me to know, and for you to find out!” he says with a chuckle, “If I say the wrong thing, I may upset you, and I’ll upset him and I really don’t want to do that.”

He sits down as if he’s trying to make a point, he really wants me to stop asking, because not only will he be out of job. But so could I.”

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, eh Jonah?” I say with a smile and a wink trying to lighten the mood.

“Exactly Ma’am, I just do my job and never pay much attention to anything else, ignorance is bliss, so to speak.”

“Okay, let me get changed and then go back home.”

He nods, “I’ll be here waiting.”

I hesitate for a second, thinking that I’ll ask him something else. Then I change my mind and walk to the office and quickly change from the bathrobe to the raincoat. In need to get out of here. I don’t know how long Jonah’s been waiting? But his plans are clear, he needs to take me to where I need to go.

Which right now is to my four walls. I grab the heels and stuff the lingerie into the coat pocket. I enter the kitchen where Jonah is just washing the cups.

“Ready, you can take me home. If that’s alright?”

“Right you are Ma’am; right you are.”

I hesitate as we leave. Thinking that maybe if I stayed here a little longer than Christian would show up. Then again, his instructions to Jonah were clear, which was to take me home. Not his. Mine.