Aspiring

Jeremy Awakens

Jeremy Sagan blinked awake. He scrunched his face up, lifting his hand to shield his face. He found that he was in a small bedroom. A single queen sized bed jutted outward from the wall. There were rose petals littering the ground around the expensive, rich looking bed. There were no windows on the walls, which were a peachy-yellow color. Flowery wallpaper lined the top and bottom of the wall, racing around the room.

There was only one door, which let out. Jeremy jumped to his feet and tried the door handle. It was locked.

"Hey!" the Blackhawk yowled. "Let me out!"

He turned around and faced the bed, frowning. He wasn't sure what to do. He just wanted to find Percy and get the hell out of here. He made his way back to the chair and contemplated what he was going to do. He was slightly curious about what was going to happen.

Suddenly the handle jiggled. Jeremy tensed up, as a short female with golden blonde hair entered. She relocked the door and slipped the key into a secure place. The Hawk eyed her with interest.

"Oh good you're awake. I had hoped that you wouldn't be mad at me. It wasn't my plan to do this. I really wanted to do this the legal way, but that's not an option, I see."

Jeremy stared at her, speechlessly, as she pulled on a pair of lacy hand gloves. The tips of the fingers were cut off, so that the pasty white skin of her fingertips remained visible. The elastic on either end of the glove fit half-way up her arms. ​

"Who are you?" the centerman asked, nervously.

​"Piper. Piper Peregrine," she responded, "But you can call me Mistress Piper!" ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​

She was enjoying herself, she realized to her delight and with not a little shock...but that she was actually enjoying herself. It was mostly, she understood, because of the heat of pure lust that she could feel emanate from his body, even as he moaned and twitched beneath her body, but still, this was more fun than she had imagined it would have been.

And she felt a wicked smile curling on her lips, knowing that she was startling him, perhaps even frightening him, with the intensity of her present attention.

And had it really only been two hours since it had begun? It seemed much longer. It seemed timeless. However long it had been, above all, it had been wicked, wanton, and heavenly. It had begun as a shock, for both of them, but mostly for him. She had discussed it before, with him, briefly. She told him that it was always a fantasy of hers.

When she finally had decided to attempt it, had gathered the instruments she would need and laid out her plans, carefully, step by step, she did so almost with a disbelieving smirk that it would ever come off the way she would have liked it to. But it was, in every detail rich. In fact, in some ways, it was even better.

She had been in the city for most of the week, enjoying the sights, meeting on-line friends, exploring this strange environment. She had met three other female just like her. Single and curious and totally into hockey players.

In dreams, they had spent time together, Jeremy and herself, Piper, stealing away to share moments in each other's company, when nothing else was planned for her. It was lovely, and the electricity between them had been just as strong in person. She had surrendered her body and soul to him and her reward had been a shattering night of purest lust and the essence of gentle love. He had quickly brushed against her limits of endurance and gently pushed her beyond them, turning the next entire day into a swirl of wanton abandon and giggling fulfillment.

And again, at other times they had enjoyed their deepening relationship.

But then, as her time was drawing to a close, she had gone to lunch with a couple of friends she had originally met online, and blushingly mentioned her curiosity about that other side of things. They knew him as well, and all had shared a giggle over the image.