Home Coming (3 page)

The intercom from the front door beeped. She jumped up, wrapped a
robe around herself and went to the door.

Peeking through the window, she saw Roger standing there. Her heart
leapt to her throat.

“
Can I help you?”

“
It's Roger. Are you okay Mrs.
Alvarado? Rachel is worried. You aren't answering your phone.”

“
I'm fine. Migraine. I just
need quiet. I'll call her later.”

Call and tell Rachel what, exactly?
Oh, my husband is divorcing me. Why? I watched you fuck my
chauffeur and it really turned me on and now he thinks I'm a freak.

A cup of tea and a few good cries later, the intercom buzzed again.

On the other side of the glass, the delivery man looked crisp,
professional and thoroughly optimistic. Bianca hated him.

She yanked the door open, snatched the clip board and pen, and
scrawled her name on the line. Shoving the paperwork back at him she
took the box and retreated back into the house.

From the coffee table, the box stared at her. She had expected the
apocalypse to come in an official looking manila envelope, not a
diminutive white box.

Her cell phone rang. Esteban's ring.

“
You should have gotten it by
now.”

Great. He's anxious to get it over with.

“
Hi.”

“
Did it arrive?”

“
Yes.”

“
But you didn't call?”

“
No, I....”

“
You have been so naughty
lately.” His words were reproachful, but held a warmth and
playful edge she hadn't heard in a long time.

“
Go shower. Do your hair. Put
on make up. Then call me. Before you get dressed. I want to pick out
what you wear. This is important. Don't open the box.”

“
O...okay.”

“
Good. I love you, Bianca.”

“
Yeah, I...”

The phone went dead. She hung it up, bewildered.

***

“
You're ready? Hair? Make up?”

“
I'm all ready. What is this
all about? I don't...”

“
Send me a picture.”

“
I'm naked.”

“
I know.”

Bianca dithered for a minute. Could she, really? What if he was
setting her up?

“
Bianca?”

Finally, she resigned herself to the set up, if there was one. If she
was going to lose every thing, she might as well go out in a way that
would make Rachel proud of her. Bianca snapped a photo with her phone
and sent it to him.

“
Good girl. Now open the box.”

Well, great. After he divorces me for being a deviant he'll be
able to post naked pictures of me on the internet.

She pulled the tab on the side of the box and it zipped open. Inside
was... tissue paper, in various shades of pink. Not what she had been
expecting at all. Past the crinkling paper she found a satin bag. She
pulled it out and stared at it.

“
What is it?”

“
Darling, if you can't tell by
looking at it, I can't help you.”

She opened the bag and pulled out...
panties. But not regular panties. These were made out of a smooth
rubbery material and they were heavy. She opened them up.
Oh!
A smallish knob sprouted from
the inside of the crotch and a pill shaped bullet sat in front of it.

“
I think this is...”

“
Put it on.”

“
I don't understand...
Esteban, I...”

“
Shhh. I told you what I want.
Now all you have to do is put those panties on , put your clothes on
and go to lunch. Roger will be there to drive you very soon. Call me
from the car.”

“
What should I wear?”

“
Good girl. Your green dress.
The short one that wraps. With your black belt.”

He hung up before she had a chance to question him further.

The panties looked small, but were remarkably stretchy. She pulled
them up over her ass and gasped a little as the tiny dildo invaded
her pussy. She slid into her dress and buttoned up the top as quickly
as she could. The intercom buzz came just as she was sliding her feet
into her wedges.

“
Hello, Roger.”

“
Hi, Bi.. Mrs. Alvarado. I
hope your head is feeling better.” He stepped aside and held
the car door open for her.

“
I'm on the mend.” The
words come out tight and quiet. What if he knew? If he saw or Esteban
told him? What if... The sheer number of ways this could go wrong
compounded by the oddness of her husband's behavior and these panties
was too much for her to process. She slid into the back of the car
and stared straight ahead.

“
Where would you like to go
for lunch?”

“
Um... The Vineyard is fine.”

The car rolled forward and she continued to stare at the back of the
seat. Her phone trilled.

“
You were supposed to call
me.”

“
I'm sorry. I'm just...”

“
You're going to pay for
that.”

Suddenly her panties came to life, a strong vibration coming from the
bullet straight into her clit. “Oh, God.”

“
Yes, Dulce Flor. Now you see
the game.” The vibration abruptly cut off. “Tell Roger to
take you to
Le
Quotidian . “

“
He taking me to The
Vineyard.”

“
No.”

The vibration started again, stronger this time, taking her breath
away. She bit back a moan. This stronger movement ran up the small
dildo in her pussy. The sensation was compounded.

“
Are you okay, Mrs Alvarado?”
Roger's eyes peered at her from the rear view mirror.

“
I'm fine. I've changed my
mind. Take me to Quotidian.”

“
Yes, ma'am.”

The car turned and the vibration stopped.

“
I'm going to tell you just
what to do. Do as you are told and I will be a happy man. Defy me and
I will still get my satisfaction.”

“
There will be people around.”

“
That is precisely the point.”

***

Inside the restaurant, people milled about the maître d's
station, waiting to be given a table or released to the bar.

Her phone buzzed.

I want to see you in the panties.
3 minutes.

Bianca bustled to the front of the group.

“
Hey there. I see that you're
busy. I'm by myself, can I just grab a seat in the bar?”

“
You would like to eat?”
The maître d' arched an eyebrow up, but didn't look up from his
book.

Her stomach flipped at the idea of food, but she had orders. “Yes.”

“
I will see if the bar has any
space.”

He cut her a look before turning on his heel and stomping into the
bar. Time was ticking.

The maître d' returned a moment later and waved her into the
bar. “Jason will be taking care of you.”

Jason was apparently eager, because as soon as the maître d'
turned away he was there with the menu. “Can I get a drink for
you?”

“
Vodka and tonic. Whatever
your best is. Three limes.” Bianca could feel time slipping
away.

He smiled and headed to the bar. She propped her foot on the seat
across from her and hitched her skirt up a bit. She pulled her phone
out of her purse and slipped it under her hem to get what she hoped
was a good enough up skirt shot. She hit the button and three things
happened at once.

One, her phone made the unmistakable clicking sound of a picture
being taken.

Two, the vibrator started going off stronger than ever.

Three, Jason returned with her drink in hand.

“
Here you go. Have you had a
chance to look at the menu?”

It took everything she had to control her breathing. “What do
you recommend?”

“
The sole is very fresh
today.”

“
I'll take that, then.”

“
Very good. And I think you
dropped your phone.”

Jason bent over, giving Bianca a moment to bite her lip against the
intense pleasure. He picked up the phone, glanced at it, then placed
it face down on the table.

“
Thank you.”

She picked up the phone and saw the shot she had taken, her spread
legs. The waiter had to have seen... but the vibration died down and
then intensified yet again. Esteban was getting impatient. Seeing no
other option, she sent the photo.

A moment later the vibration stopped. Taking a sip of her drink, she
settled back into her seat and caught her breath.

All
her attention was pointed at the phone, waiting for it to light up.
Willing it to light up. Waiting in both dread and...
excitement?

My god, am I looking forward to the next round?

In fact, she found herself fantasizing about all sorts of sick little
things that Esteban could impose on her. She could feel the heat of
her flush. Embarrassment burnt hot in her cheeks, but there was a new
fire kindled in her belly. Instead of running from it the way she
always had, she cozied up to it. Her phone buzzed.

I want to see your tits. 1
minute.

Bianca tried to recall if Esteban had ever used the word “tits”
in her presence before. Never. It was strangely thrilling. Flipping
to the camera, she shut off the shutter noise. She started to break
for the bathroom. A mirror picture would be just the thing. But with
almost preternatural timing, Jason showed up with a tray in hand.

“
Here is your sole. May I
offer you fresh pepper? He wielded his giant pepper grinder with a
flourish.

“
No. That's fine.”

“
Another drink, perhaps?”

Just go. If he hits the button, I may not be able to hold myself
back.

“
Yes, please.”

Away he went, but with him he took the time she needed to get to the
bathroom and compose the shot. She'd have to improvise.

The dark corner provided some cover. Of course it also made it so she
had very little heads up when the waiter returned. There was no time
to wait. She pulled aside the wrap and dragged down the fabric of her
bra. With a quick snap, she took the picture and sent it.

She waited.

Nothing.

No buzzing in her panties. No reaction from the phone. She carefully
put herself back together just in time for her drink to arrive.

“
Is the food to your liking?”

She looked down and realized she hadn't yet touched her food. Smiling
she picked up her fork. He watched with great interest as she put the
fish in her mouth. A text message lit up her phone and the vibrator
lit up her labia. She wasn't wrong about her ability to hold back. A
soft moan escaped her lips.

“
YES.” She took a deep
breath and squared her eyes on the waiter. “Yes. Everything is
great. Thank you.”

He walked away and she snatched her phone off the table.

I said tits.

She took her punishment rolling her hips forward to bear weight on
the bullet and push it harder into her clit. Only by carefully
controlling her breathing was she able to not scream out for the
whole restaurant to hear. Inside of her latex panties she was
dripping wet.

Finish your food.

Roger will be there in 20 minutes
to get you.

The bill is taken care of. Just
sign.

She finished her meal a little too quickly and called for the bill.
She signed the tab and made sure to take good care of Jason.

She was waiting outside in the sunshine when Roger pulled up. She
slid into the back seat before he was able to get out to open her
door.

“
I guess I'm headed home?”

“
That was Mr. Alvarado's
request”

“
Well, Mr. Alvarado seems to
be getting just what he wants today.”

The car pulled away and Bianca found herself imagining the things he
would ask of her at home. Would she have to use the big dildo? Would
he have her strip naked and fuck herself while he watched on video
chat? The thoughts left her all that much wetter and she was
surprised to find her juice spilling out of her panties and down her
leg.

Just as they pulled up to the house, her phone buzzed.

Welcome home.

She stared at the text long enough to let Roger get around and open
the door for her. Another buzz.

Time for our Home Coming.

She stepped out of the car and was through the front door in a flash.
Inside, the lights were low, candles flickered from every flat
surface. Champagne sat in a bucket of ice beside the couch.

What the...?

Esteban appeared from the bedroom, shirt off, loose linen pants
hanging off his hips. Even through the baggy pants she could see his
excitement.

He didn't slow his stride. He didn't break eye contact. He strode up
to her, tugging the black belt that held her wrap dress closed and
yanking it off. The green dress fell open and he set upon her breast
holding the flesh between his teeth as his hot breath and wet tongue
played with her nipple through the thin cotton of her bra. Bianca's
body melted as his strong hands explored. Around her ribs, down her
back. Confusion was chased away by the immediacy of his hands
kneading her ass to the point of pain.