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 Taking another sip of my scotch, I realized that my cheeks actually hurt from smiling for the last four hours. My speech at the Regional Nursing Association Conference had gone better than I could have ever expected. Then I shook hands and answered questions for what seemed like forever. Finally, my friends pulled me away for a celebratory drink at the hotel bar, and here I sit, laughing and regaling the day with my trusted colleagues and confidants.But all good things must come to an end. I had thought ahead this morning, I knew parking would be a mess and that I might not want to drive home tonight, so I had ordered an Uber that brought me here this morning and was set to pick me up at 11:00 p.m. tonight. At eleven on the dot, I received a text notifying me that my ride was out front. Hugs all around, I said my goodbyes, with everyone agreeing that we shouldn’t wait so long to get together next time. After air kisses, I was off to meet my ride home.As I walk through the lobby doors, the cool night air hits my face, and I inhale, feeling refreshed. I see the black sedan with the U in the window, and since there is no one else waiting for a car this late, I assume it must be for me. Sliding into the back passenger seat, I let out a deep sigh and lean my head back against the headrest. I take just a moment to let the excitement of the night wash away from me. Then I say to the driver, “Good evening, you still have my address from this morning, correct?”He utters only, “Mm-hmm.”I figure he is as tired as I am after a long day, so I think nothing about it.Again, I lean my head back on the seat, close my eyes, thinking past the success of tonight and forward in anticipation of my date with Mr. Darcy tomorrow. I left him a message this morning asking if he would like to make it a video date but have not heard back yet. I make a mental note to check my computer again before I go to bed tonight and begin thinking about clothing options just in case. I let the hum of the engine and the rhythmic rumble of the tires lull me into a trance. The car drives in what appears like an endless string of twinkling Christmas lights in an ebony sea to my tired eyes. We are still within the city proper, so I know we have a bit to go before getting to my house in the suburbs.”How did your speech go, Jill?”My eyes popped open as if I had been punched right in the gut. That voice! How can it be here? The voice. So foreign to me in this small space that I nearly choke on the musky feel of it. My bewilderment goes on for several seconds until I can finally put only two words together. “Mr. Darcy?””Yes, Jill, it’s me.”The casual tone of his voice is maddening. It was as if this was already on the calendar with no reason for me to be shocked. Almost as if to say, “uh, duh, Jill.””But I don’t understand. Why are you here? How did you know where I was? How did you know that I was using an Uber? How is this even possible?” Ataşehir Escort I was unsure whether to be freaked out and call the police or be incredibly turned on by this romantic gesture. And while I had my hand on my phone, I could also feel that a fire started to burn inside me. No one had ever done anything like this for me before, creepy or not.”Jill, no need for you to worry about the details. I am here now, and I will take care of the rest. You just relax.”The warm syrupy quality of his deep and confident voice poured over me, and I did relax. My head was yelling, “Creepy Stalker Psycho Killer!” But the rest of my body was saying, “Who cares?” It was visceral, uncontrollable; I was powerless to this voice. I dropped the phone back into my purse and relaxed back into the seat again.”Jill, I asked you a question.”I racked my brain, thinking through the very few words we had exchanged so far. “Oh, yes, the speech went very well. Thank you for asking, Sir.” My hand flew up to my mouth, and I internally chided myself. I remembered yesterday when I oddly wanted to end every sentence with sir; it was so silly. And now, I swear I heard him chuckle.”And I see you chose the attire I recommended. Very good. You look quite confident and smart.””Thank you.” I stopped myself short of adding the sir this time.”I am glad that you have had a successful day. We must celebrate, and I will not take no for an answer.”I knew there was no point in refuting Mr. Darcy at this point. So, I sat in the car seat, hearing his voice reverberate through the car like a bass drum. The sound waves both chilling me and embracing me all at the same time. As I closed my eyes, I could feel how excited I was to be this close to him, to be enveloped but that voice. My chest bellowed with increased breath, my nipples tingled with excitement, and I could feel the juices of arousal soaking through my tailored black pants onto the car seat. All this, and I still had not even seen his face in the dark night.About fifteen minutes later, that homing beacon that we all have told me that we should be very close to my home. I opened my eyes and began to pick up my bag, but when I looked up, I realized that we were on the other side of the neighborhood.”Mr. Darcy, I’m sorry they must have given you the wrong address because my house is on the west side of the neighborhood, back there. So, you will have to make a left up here and go back to Mulberry Lane.””Shhhh. I told you that I’d take care of everything else, didn’t I, Jill?””Well, you did, but…””No, the answer is yes. And I will. So, stop talking and trust that I will take care of all your needs.””Okay,” I said, almost in a whisper. It wasn’t that I felt reprimanded; there was no malice or hostility in the voice. It was more that I felt silly for asking. Why would I need to ask when this powerful, fatherly, protective voice says he will take Ataşehir Escort Bayan care of things? So, I sat in anticipation of what was coming next, how were we going to celebrate, where were we going? All the while, the fire in me grew hotter.Mr. Darcy drove to the section of the neighborhood where the school and the public park sat, encircled by homes filled with the very families that filled those classrooms and monkey bars. He pulled in, parked the car, hopped out quickly so I still couldn’t catch a glimpse of his face in the overhead light, and said, “Wait for me,” before closing his door. He came around and opened my door, reached a gentlemanly hand in, and escorted me into the cool night.I looked up, desperate to see my suitor’s face but what I found was a strong chin, a dark moustache, and a black mask covering much of the rest of his face. Mr. Darcy smiled at the slight pout of disappointment on my face. He leaned down and kissed me softly.”Don’t worry, all will be revealed in time tonight, as long as you are a good girl,” he whispered in my ear so softly and in such a low tone that I wondered if I had imagined it.Was it the breeze, was it a car engine in the distance, or was it honestly that voice that said, “If you’re a good girl”? All that registered in the millisecond before my knees buckled, and his arm immediately caught me, pulling me back upright.“I think I had a bit too much to drink earlier,” I stammered“Mm-hmm,” came in a vibration more than a voice, and now with a smirk that I could see. It was a cheeky smirk that filled me with the butterflies of a little girl and the lust of a woman.He took my hand as we began walking into the park. It was dark except for a few post lights here and there. We passed the jungle gym and the slide, the picnic area, and the merry-go-round. We came upon an open space with no trees or play equipment around. There were a few benches and a Maypole, but the site is hidden from the soft yellow light nearby. I recall this being where the kids would play football or softball after school, and there are three-legged races at the Octoberfest. But tonight, I see it differently. There is a blanket already laid out near the Maypole, and several things are on the bench, though I cannot make them out, and there is a folding chair near the bench.Mr. Darcy leads me to the folding chair and invites me to sit. He kneels in front of me, takes my black patent heels off, sets them neatly to the side of the chair, and begins to rub my tired feet.“Jill, tonight is about us. I want you to learn that I will always respect and protect you, but I also want to make your wildest dreams come true. Do you understand me, Jill?”I am hypnotized by the voice that glides into my ears, as is the ever-present bass line to the symphony of music playing in my body. And now add the steady rhythm of him rubbing my feet, never wavering from Escort Ataşehir the waltz beat, one-two-three, one-two-three. So many sensations are happening that I can’t even remember his question. My nipples are piercing through my shirt, while the lust growing in my core explodes through my entire body. I am on fire! My brain is trying to think of a reply just to say something!I squeak out again, “Mm-hmm.” Rolling my eyes internally, I think to myself, yet again, Jill! Why do horny and stupid go hand-in-hand with you?“Okay then, we will proceed. For tonight, I want to introduce you to some of the things that will make your dreams come true. You may be wondering why we are here in the park,” I nod when Mr. Darcy looks at me for affirmation. “I decided that we needed a neutral place, to begin with, and I suppose that I could have taken you to the best suite in a fancy hotel, but I love the stars, and it is a beautiful night, so here we are.”“Come with me,” again he takes my hand and escorts me to the bench where there lay three seemingly innocuous items: a long, beautiful peacock feather, a thick silk ribbon, and a man’s tie. Mr. Darcy tells me to touch the items and run my hands over them to see there are no surprises. We have a seat on the bench, and Mr. Darcy asks, “Jill, do you remember what I promised you moments ago?”“Umm, that you will respect me?”“Jill, I need you to hear me, and I need you to know this. I promise that I will always respect you and protect you, and I will make your wildest dreams come true. Do you understand?”My head clearer now, I say, “Yes, I understand.”“Okay, then repeat it back to me.”“You will respect and protect me but will make my wildest dreams come true.”“Okay, good girl.”Oh, holy hell! I was quite sure if I hadn’t been sitting down, my knees would have buckled again. And again, another visceral response, now not just to the voice, but the voice calling me a “good girl”! I could feel the liquid starting to slowly run down more and more from deep inside me, running down my vaginal walls, rushing over my g-spot, gushing out my love hole, and flowing from my lips, drenching my panties, as if there was even a dry spot left on them.What the actual fuck? What just happened here? My brain is reeling a mile a minute. I am a strong, independent, well-educated, well-spoken woman, and two words from this masked man leave me in a puddle of goo, literally, on the floor? Ah, hell no!Yeah, it sounded good in my head, just like Dorothy’s lion punching the air, right up until the flying monkeys flew over the yellow brick road. But then, Mr. Darcy kept true to his word.“And because you are a good girl,” he reached back and released the mask shielding everything above his nose. Did I hear angels singing, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah?” Or was I just in a heightened state of arousal? Okay, probably the latter. But he was so gorgeous. Not like a debonair actor or sculpted-pro-athlete. But rather like a dad who changes the oil, coaches little league, and takes his daughter to ballet. The kind of man who watches-what-he-eats (but never turns down your apple pie) and still makes love to you like your very first-time sort of way. Yes, gorgeous in every woman’s dream sort of way!

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