Chapter 11 - Alyssa

During the last week, things have started changing with everything that has been going on; we’ve had less time to spend together. I was grateful for it, though. But also, because we have come to spend more time over the phone,

This way, I could get to know Piotr better without confrontation. It was a safe way to talk and remove any temptation. In fact, I was starting to look forward to our calls. Around the family, he always appeared tense, quiet, and withdrawn.

Over the phone, he was lighter. I assumed it was because there was no judgment. We could enjoy each other’s company unrestricted. I’ve also had a couple more dreams where we had sex. It was strange how he would be the one to call and wake me from them. It felt like he knew just when to call.

Grinning at my thoughts, I took my coffee and returned to my room. Our conversations were always a little heated when he caught me dreaming of him. At first, it was a bit awkward, but I have come to like them.

I placed my cup on the bathroom vanity, opened the taps, and poured some bubble bath into the tub. As the water ran, my mind wandered to yesterday. Out of the blue, he came home early. He took me on a romantic coach ride through Central Park. It was amazing to see all of the park from a different view.

We had a glass of champagne and stopped for a photo at Cherry Hill fountain. It was truly magical. We talked about books, movies, music and so much more. The more I learned about him, the more he intrigued me.

Shaking my head I turned to check the water. Taking off my gown and hanging it behind the bathroom door, I stood in my pink lacy nightdress, waiting for the tub to fill.

It was almost full when my phone rang. Glancing at the screen, I smiled. It was Piotr. Swiping up and putting the phone on speaker, I answered as I bent to close the taps. “Good morning.”

“Hello, princess. Am I catching you at a bad time?” Piotr asked. I could hear a hint of excitement in his voice.

Giggling softly, I lowered my tone as I spoke. “No, not at all. I’m just getting ready to take a bubble bath.” I felt a little nervous but have come to enjoy our teasing conversations. Piotr was a kind and gentle man. He made me feel safe but also seemed to wake the wild side in me.

Except for the dirty dreams, I have also caught myself wondering about him regularly. His perfectly shaped body, remembering him fighting for me that first night. His taught muscles glittered with sweat. The more I got to know him, the stronger my longing for him became.

“Oh, that sounds nice,” Piotr replied smoothly. “Before you do… please tell me what you’re wearing?”

Glancing at my reflection in the life-size mirror, I smiled. I could hear him breathing as he waited for my reply. “Okay, but I’ve only got on clothing,” I said shyly as my cheeks heated and changed color.

“Mmm…,” he replied. “Describe the clothing.”

“I’m wearing a lacy pink nightgown.” I breathed into the phone.

“And underneath that princess?” he whispered.

Pulling up my nightgown, I stared at my panties. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I said, grinning.

“Oh, yes, I want to know. Now you have to tell me.” There was a pause, and then he added enthusiastically. “Oh, do tell princess, don’t be shy.”

It felt weird telling him what I was wearing. But it also felt oddly nice. “I… I have on matching lacy pink panties.” I said softly.

It sounded like Piotr gasped before he spoke again. “I have something to admit.”

I didn’t respond; I waited patiently for him to continue. Piotr cleared his throat before adding, “I’ve been following your online presence since I met you. Yet, most of the posts are older, seems you only posted during high school. But I can’t stop thinking about you, princess.”

“Oh, have you?” I asked.

“Yes, I find you intriguing.” I laughed a little at his honest response.

“Jones wouldn’t let me post much once I finished school,” I admitted.

“I see,” I heard him sigh. “Let’s forget that then. Now, I want you to fold your arms over each other and take hold of your nightgown. Can you do that?”

I giggled as I replied. “Okay, I am holding it.”

“Move your hips from side to side as you slowly pull it up and over your head.” He took a deep breath as he spoke. “Now close your eyes and imagine me standing there. I am right before you, kissing your neck. Can you feel me?”

Dropping the nightgown to the floor, I closed my eyes and placed my hands on my neck. “Yes,” I breathed out.

“Slowly move your hands down over your breasts to your panties.”

I did as he asked and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.

“Oh, yes, princess,” he puffed into the phone. “Slowly push your panties to the floor and get into the tub.”

Placing the phone on the side of the tub, I stepped in and sank down into the bubbles. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour. Hearing him confess his stalkerish behavior was something we would discuss another time. I wasn’t sure whether I should be flattered or scared. There was a moment of silence as my mind pondered the idea.

“Princess?” I heard him saying, pulling me back to the present. “You still there?”

Leaning back, I slid further down into the water, wetting my face and hair. Coming back up, I wiped my face and pushed my hair back. “I’m still here,” I whispered. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Oh, I am, but we are waiting for some of the others, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to call, and I’m glad I did. I’m in one of the entertainment rooms at the den.” Piotr breathed out heavily before continuing. “The door is locked. So, tell me… Are you in the tub?”

“Yes, I am,” I said slightly reluctantly.

“Good,” he breathed out. “Tell me how the water feels on your skin?”

I felt my stomach turning as he spoke. Glancing down at the bubbles covering me, I considered my answer.

Before I could reply, he spoke again. “Push yourself up and down in the tub and explain to me how the water running over you makes you feel, princess.” His voice was low and smooth.

I had never done something like this before but was intrigued. Gradually, I allowed my body to slide down into the hot water. Using my feet, I pushed back up gently.

“The water is hot, heating my body as I slide down,” I said, grinning. “The bubbles on top are cooler. Coming back up, it feels like they’re kissing my skin.”

Piotr breathed hard into the phone. “Oh, princess,” he uttered between breaths. “I wish I could see your silky-smooth skin sparkling from the bubbles. Look down. Is your skin sparkling?”

“Well,” I replied softly. Glancing at my body, I felt my stomach stirring again. I felt vaguely mischievous and was fascinated by the new sensations surging through me. “My skin does appear to have a faint glittering.”

Piotr sounded like he was breathing harder. “Oh, yes, tell me more. Don’t stop; describe yourself and everything you feel, princess.”

I could hear his breathing change. I wasn’t sure why, but I suspected he was touching himself while I spoke. It felt dirty but nice at the same time. I lay smiling as I continued. It was a new experience. It was more intense than our usual naughty chats. I felt glad that he couldn’t see me.

“As I push up in the water, the bubbles settling on my breasts cool my skin. My nipples are erect from the coolness.” I giggled quietly. Rubbing my legs together, I felt a heat rising between them.

“I would love to touch your tender breasts,” Piotr huffed into the phone.

I felt my cheeks redden and glow as I blushed at the idea.

“Open and close your legs, princess. Tell me how it feels,” he whispered. His voice was warm. I could hear him breathing harder and sharper. “I’m there with you, pushing my dick in between your legs,” he added.

I lay my head back on the side of the tub and closed my eyes. Moving my legs to the sides and back, sent a light shiver up my body. “The water,” I said, breathing in slowly.

“Yes,” Piotr replied.

“It’s warm, touching my thighs gently as I move. Sliding my hands over my breasts, I feel them reacting to my touch. The water is making delicate waves over my…” I stopped and opened my eyes. Piotr was moaning over the phone.

“Oh, princess, mmm, yes.”

My lips pulled up in a smile. My stomach was churning, my insides felt like they were scrunched together. I felt my breathing becoming vaguely harder as my hormones bounced around.

Piotr breathed out hard, and then there was silence. I wondered if he was still there. “Piotr,” I whispered into the phone.

“Yes, princess, I am here but must go. I will see you later,” Piotr breathed out over the phone. “You are amazing,” he added and then hung up.

Still moving my legs, I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Cupping my breasts, I massaged them lightly. My body reacted to my touch. Squeezing my nipples, I breathed in hard as my senses tingled.

Gently, I moved my hands down over my stomach to my pussy. Sliding the tip of my finger between the lips, I made slow, soft, circular motions. I was so worked up. It didn’t take long for my body to react.

I shook lightly as I climaxed. Moaning, I closed my legs on my hand and turned to my side. For a moment, I just lay there with my eyes closed as I breathed deeply, feeling every sensation running through me.

If I could make myself feel like this, I wondered how it would feel if Piotr did these things. After a bit, I washed, dressed, and headed downstairs. Mila has been teaching me some seduction techniques during the week. She had a job coming up and asked me to help her.

After everything I did for Jones, this was a welcome change. It felt a bit naughty at times. But I knew I had to assist if I wanted their help to get out of the country. I would have to do my part.

After a quick breakfast, Mila showed me the blueprints for where the party was to be held. We discussed the clients and what we needed to get from them. We spent the morning going over posture, dialect, and body language.

Mila made a point of reminding me what to do should I feel I was in danger. She had picked out a dress for me to wear and assisted with my hair and make-up.

Once we were done, it was time to go. Dusk had started to creep in, and the party would be starting at eight. Grabbing my small handbag from the bed, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

I barely recognized myself. The tight black dress pushed my breasts up, exposing more of them than I usually allowed. But, according to Mila, this was the idea. You needed to keep the men distracted. It was only a trial run for me, but I was excited.

The dress only ran halfway down my thigh and had slits on both sides. These ran up to my hips. They exposed most of my legs when I walked. But according to Mila, it was also a distraction technique. The high-heeled boots made my calves appear bigger than they were. Mila said this was a big attraction for men.

I felt a bit out of place but would do what was needed. It was better and safer than selling organs on the black market. Heading down, I found Mila in the kitchen. She wore a skirt and blouse, exposing much more of her breasts than mine. She was a beautiful woman. I just didn’t understand how she could do this for a living.

She gave me a necklace to wear. It had a tracker in case we got separated. We took Konstantin’s vehicle as our attire wouldn’t work on her bike. I felt nervous as we headed to the party.

“Don’t worry so much,” Mila said as we pulled up. “Just see how it goes.”