Elysian Secrets

Lia (38)

I looked down in bemusement at Raphael's sleeping form. Nakaligo at nakapagbihis at lahat na ako, natutulog pa rin siya.

The sheer bodysuit and heels that could kick a T-rex to its knees I have on are making me feel funny and stupid. None of my training under the Abbess prepared mo for this kind of client: a sleeping one.

I blew a frustrated breath and circled the canopy bed as I try to rack my brain thinking of what to do next.

I know about the somnophilia kink in theory, but I haven't had one before. So, is that Raphael's kink? Is that why the Playground knocked him out? Para magapang siya?

I am a believer of being a Girls Scout in all my previous sessions. I researched all my clients as I try to become what they need in the dungeon.

I know next to nothing about this man's preference! Oo nga at minsan ko na rin 'to siyang pinantasya pero lahat ng mga pananaginip ko sa kanya ng gising dati ay Disney-rated. I haven't even kissed him in any of them. Tapos, heto kami ngayon?

I stood at the foot of the bed and studied Raphael once more. Influential men like him who engage the services of someone like me are into games of power. Usually, they want to be at the other end of the stick. Sleeping through a session though, in my humble opinion, is too much to the point of stupidity.

Just staring at him though will accomplish nothing. I could at least make him comfortable while we wait for what happens next.

Settling on that course of action, I grabbed one of his foot and pulled off his shoe. I did the same for the other. Itinabi ko ang pares ng sapatos ni Raphael sa ilalim ng kama at muling siyang sinilip pagkatapos. Natutulog pa rin talaga. Napabuntonghininga.

Why won't he just wake up?

No answer was forthcoming so I approached one wall of the room where the Saint Andrew's cross is. Pagkalapit at tingala ko sa hook sa gitna niyon, I the glint of the camera. The Devil is really going to watch.

I shivered with the thought and started to turn away when I noticed something on one of the many hooks on the cross. In a sea of cuffs, collars, and leashes, kumakaway sa akin ang nag-iisang black leather blindfold na mukhang naligaw lang roon.

I reached for it and caressed the soft and supple lining. Sheepskin. I turned the blindfold around and traced the braided cranberry and black leather on the side of it, my fingers brushing against what appears to be a metal label.

When I looked closer, the label is of a stag standing on its backlegs in a fighting stance, its magestic antlers piercing the air. I've seen this so many times before. Sa gate. Sa pinto. Sa shield na bitbit ng dalawang knight armor sa paanan ng hagdan sa loob ng mansion. This is the DeMille family symbol.

So, the blindfold is custom-made. At bago. The lining feels untouched.

Sensory deprivation is part of my bags of tricks, but sight is not in demand amongst my clients. They always wanted to see me. Understandable naman. That's all they could do after all. Hindi naman nila ako puwedeng hawakan.

Bumalik ako sa kama at pumuwesto sa kanan ni Raphael. Maingat akong pumatong roon at naupo malapit sa ulo niya. Dahan-dahan kong pinatong ang blindfold sa ibabaw ng mukha niya. Sakto lang iyon.

Inangat ko ang ulo niya para maikabit nang maayos ang blinfold. I had to stop several times in fear that he is going to wake up while I'm the middle of it. Nakahinga lang ako nang maluwag nang tuluyan ko na iyong maisuot sa kanya. It was a perfect fit.

I didn't think anything beyond having this whole thing done and over with. I thought I woudn't mind if he knew the other side of me. The imperfect side. The side that had no business mingling with his world but dared. I've already given up on being his perfect little secretary after this.