Finding new love

Chapter 2 - Isabella

I've been lying in my bed for two hours now and I can't sleep. I have been struggling with myself for two hours now; i don't want to reach for my cell phone and dial that number. I listed at least ten reasons not to do so, but then at least ten reasons to call anyway. It's just one call. Just to ask him why. Why me? Why one night? Mom came home tired from work and ate the dinner I had prepared. Despite the work that awaited her for tomorrow, she noticed my absence. What could I tell her? I don't hide anything from her, she knows me as my friends know me, but I don't know how to shackle this curiosity. I reach under the pillow and pull out my cell phone. It's midnight. It’s a crazy move to call at midnight. What if he doesn't answer? Will I be relieved or will I only have to worry after that when he can call me back? Done. I'm calling him. I quickly pull out the card that is hidden under my pillow all the time. It's too close to my brain and hand, so I type the number and press to call. His voice is heard after only two bells, and I ... I have no idea what to say. Think, you fool! "Hi, Mr. Oliver," I said as calmly as I could. I raise my other hand just a little in the air, shaking. "Evening, Isabella." Oh, my God, he pronounces my name so confidently and sexy, that it sounds completely weird. "How do you know it's me?" "I only gave you my number ... And I only hope for your call." My toes twitch, and my teeth bite my lip to the point of pain. This is weird but so weird. "I just wanted to ask ... I don't really know why I called," I say honestly at the end. I really don’t know what to ask or how to formulate a damn question.

I’m tense, and all my mind has evaporated since I heard his voice. I hear his breathing on the other side and realize I’m totally numb. By the way, I'm not like that: I don't get lost in front of beauties, I don't fall for sweet talk, I consider myself an intelligent person. I live an average life and quite enjoy my youth. Of course, in those legal parties. But now, now I am unrecognizable, unable to compose a question sentence ... Me; a debate leader, class president, play actress, to whom public appearances and conversation are no strangers. "It's simple, Isabella. Want." "Yes, I do, although I don't know what exactly." It guides me exactly where I want to go, but it also reveals my secret thoughts. "Let me show you." "How?" "When you decide you are ready, you will come to my home. You will follow some rules, and in return ... ”“ Yes? ” I utter impatiently. "I'll make love to you all night." His voice is intoxicating to me. He seduces me with it, and hypnotizes me with words and promises. I rub my thighs and feel her yearning for the love she promises me. A stranger and love. Incompatible, but so tempting to check if it exists. "Ask what you're interested in," he said again. "Won't you do something bad to me?" "No, I'll just make love to you. You've been mine all night. " I like that. I can imagine him kissing me and leading me to the climax. "Won't you beat me?" "Not." "To tie?" "Not." "To do something awful, to do some perversions?" "Not at all," he denies each time. "You're not going to involve me in orgies or some s**t?"

"Not at all. I only want you for myself. ” I shudder from head to toe from the longing in his voice. "There are no toys, whips, chains, tools to inflict pain?" "Not." "Okay," I breathe more calmly, and he says again, "My only condition is that you play the part: you have to have a wig from the club, wear what I prepare for you, and address me as I command you." Just that. Eventually you will sleep with me in my bed. I'm a good lover. You will not regret." Sounds f*****g good, I love roles. I have played various sexy games with Mathias before. I am a teacher and he is a bad student of English. I'm lost in Italy, alone on the road, and he's a handsome well-meaning passerby who shows me the way ... To his bed. Still, I knew Mathias. That is the essential difference. "Think and take as much time as you need. I can promise you that I will dedicate myself to your body selflessly and that you will enjoy it like never before. You will leave my home without any scars or injuries. Of course, richer for the amount I promised you. ” I’m not even aware of how deep my nails are driven into my thigh. My c******s pulsates from a hoarse voice on the other side of the line, and all I see before my eyes is a picture of that beautiful man dedicated to my body. I breathe hard and am aware that only that can be heard. I know he is aware of that too. I have no answer, even though my body wants to say yes. "I'll send you my address. You can share this information with whoever you want, if that makes you feel safer. If you agree, I'll be at my home on Friday at twenty-one. If you don't agree ... You won't know what you're missing. " I swallow the dumpling loudly, aware that I am silent and thinking, and finally I turn on my mind. "Alright. I'll think about it. Good night, ”I say, but I don't hang up. I'm waiting for something, I don't know what, but I'm waiting for his to be the last. "I will hope for you. Sweet Dreams."

"Also," I say hastily and finally cover. I let out a long sigh and threw myself back on the pillow. As if I could just fall asleep now! I put my hand on my heart, it beats abnormally. Adrenaline rushes through my veins and my cheeks burn. I feel it. The sound of a message on my cell phone scares me, but I quickly reach for it and read. It's Oliver. He sends his address. Oh, Christ. Did I take two big steps or ten small ones? Either way, I satisfied my curiosity, but also got the impression that this would be something special for me. I don't know why I feel that, anything that goes like this can only be sick. But feelings often disagree with reason and logic. After learning this, it is best for me to sleep and hope that the morning is smarter than the evening.

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