We stand inches from the door when he glides hands over my hips, feelings my curves against the soft material. Smiling mischievously he says “You like toying with me, don’t you?” I smile knowing he felt nothing else under the fabric of my dress.
Moving his hand towards his pants he naughtily tugs my satin scarf from his pocket. Flashbacks from last week dance though my head in a collage of snapshots. My eyes covered in the same cloth! My hands secured to the iron frame of the bed with leather straps. My legs spread and locked into position with the same binds. My senses heightening to touch and sound as he teases me relentlessly. I remember crying out repeatedly in sweet agony.
He lifts the scarf to my eyes and begins to tighten the material until my vision is blocked. I feel him lean in and I hear the deep baritone of his voice whisper, “I have more in store for you!”
I’m guided through the doorway and we stop short of the entrance. He leaves me with a wet kiss on my lips. I listen to the sounds of his footsteps fade away and the unmistakable flick of the light switch.
I smile wickedly and pull down the straps of my dress and let the silk pool at the floor by my feet.
I hear a collective gasp and I grab at my blinders in a frenzy, pulling them away as I blink into the light and glimpse a sea of people in the hallway. In the crowd I spot family, friends, coworkers and even my college friends from USC mixed throughout. I stand in immobile shock as I watch my husband drop the banner that slides on the floor towards my feet wishing me a happy birthday.