Katalina
“Ding, Ding.”
The elevator door opened and Huracio dragged me out. My legs were still shaking and my breathing was erratic.
“Good afternoon, and welcome, Mr. Ignatius, Young Miss, welcome.” a soft, conservative feminine voice rang in my ears.
Gush, I was still seeing double. I shook my head and my blurry vision finally cleared somewhat.
In front of us was a lady in a navy blue, pencil skirt that stopped right above her knees, and a body-hugging white polo, with the Hotel’s insignia.
It was when I saw her that I realized that the elevator brought us right into our room. Huracio had booked a presidential suite for our lunch? What exactly are we celebrating? Though that sparked my interest a little, it was the least of my problems.
Huracio had fucked me so hard inside the elevator that I ended up squirting all over it. I was soaked from my waist down and the hotel attendance had noticed. I was red in the face while returning her greetings. Luckily she was very professional and didn’t show any awkward reaction.
“Mrs. Ignatius.” He corrected her instantly. “She is my wife.” The pride in his voice made me blush.
“My apologies, Mrs Ignatius.” The lady quickly apologized, her bright face instantly turning remorseful.
“We have an hour before losing our reservations, Glean.” He continued in a monotone, “You know what to do.”
“Yes, sir” Glean gave a slight bow with a polite smile.
“What is going on?” I asked in befuddlement as Huracio unhand me and stepped back into the elevator.
“You’ll see.” He smirked.
I squinted my eyes and tilted my head, wondering if he won a lottery or landed a big deal? …Or killed my M…No, I can’t think about her.
“Ma’am, this way please.” Glean softly called out behind me.
“What is going on? Are you one of his staff?” I asked earnestly.
“Ma’am, I am sorry. But I can’t answer your question.” She bowed again. Her voice was firm and gave no room for imploration.
“So, did he ask you to do to me?” I gave up and asked.
“Please, follow me ma’am.”
I followed her into a large master bedroom where several dresses were on display on two racks.
“What’s going on?”
“I just need you to pick one of these. After that, you can go take a shower while I get everything ready Ma’am.”
Another surprise? What’s the occasion? This was looking like Milan all over again. I was tempted to press the girl for clues, but thought better of it. If it’s a surprise, then it’s better to enjoy it.
“Where is the restroom?”
“Over there.”
“Okay.”
As warm water cascaded on my head and gushed down my body, I felt stings from the tiny bites I suffered in Huracio’s hands. Not only did he make the elevator travel up and down four times before he was done with me. By the time he was done, all thoughts of Mum were gone. I have never seen him so intense before. He just kept going like he had been celebate for years. But I know he wasn’t. We still had sex before I left home this morning.
Through it all, one thing stayed with me. The look in his eyes. He made it clear that he owned me and nobody; not my Mum, not my best friend, not my Grandma,- could come first. He made me agree to all that while fucking sense out of me and staring into me with such a powerful, soul binding possessive glare.
That look, I can’t describe how it made me feel. Like I am safe, but at the same time, I am trapped. Just thinking about it sends shivers down my back.
Once I was done, I towel-dried and exited the restroom only to find the bedroom filled with more people.
“What is happening here?” I turned to Glean.
“Ma’am. These are Tane, G, and Betty. Tane will take care of your wardrobe, and G will take care of your hair and makeup. Betty will be assisting them.”
“Oh.” I nodded and the girls greeted me.
For the next hour, G gave my hair some treatment that left it bouncy, and gleaming. After that, I got into my dress and my face got a nice beat.
Once we were done, Glean then led me to the rooftop restaurant where I found Huracio in a tuxedo, waiting with a large bouquet of white roses.
“We are here, sir.” Glean announced the moment we got out of the elevator.
“Thank you, Glean.” Huracio replied.
I looked around in a daze. I finally understood why I had to get dressed before coming here. I have always heard that the hotel has a dress code. People attending the beach can dress anyhow they like, but those using the indoor facilities of the hotel have to be corporate. That was why he got me a dress and all.
This Restaurant, I finally stepped into it…
“This is for you.” He broke into my thoughts, trying to hand me the bouquet.
“Oh, my God, Huracio. Thank you.”
Before collecting the bouquet, I first planted a kiss on his cheeks and lips. “It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful!” I couldn’t help but gasp.
Taking my hand, he tucked it in the hollow of his arm. “We are ready.” He said to a waiter in a white uniform who seemed to be waiting beside him.
“This way, sir.” He replied and led us to a corner seat where I got to sit beside the rails.
The clustered city with its skyscrapers, and snaking bridges was to my right, while the sea was to my left. Wherever I turned, I could see everything. The breeze was in my air, and everything just smelled nice, fresh, and perfect.
Looking around, I almost couldn’t sit still. I wanted to walk around the restaurant, see it from all sides, but there were people eating and everything was solemn and quiet.
“Excuse me, your orders, please?” The waiter who led us to the table asked in a deep voice that brought me back to my senses.
“I don’t know.” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I was so happy that I didn’t even feel hungry.
“Give us Seafood chicken paella, Saffron Risotto with Forest mushrooms, Spaghetti bolognese, and Chinese Chicken salad.”
“Wine or water?”
“Both.”
I watched in awe as he meticulously ordered most of my favorites dishes and wine. Once he was done, he looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want to add anything?” He asked, sounding so doting.
Just thinking about his efforts to get me up here, I couldn’t help but feel warm in my heart. Though I don’t fully understand how his mind works, I am certain of how he thinks when it comes to my matters. There was simply no correlation between him and the pervert who practically devoured me inside the elevator a while back.
Remembering how I squirted all over him and the elevator, my face reddened. I cleared my throat and shook my head. “No. It’s perfect.” I then averted my eyes, focusing on the couple behind him.