ISABELLA'S POV
Mr L: Did you really miss me?
Mr. L finally responded, and it dawned on me that I had promised to reach out as soon as the first competition ended. He must have checked the schedule and known today marked its conclusion, prompting his message. Or maybe he saw it on the news.
Me: Of course! I missed you. I could never lie to my master.
Mr L: You won't. If you do you will be punished.
Me: How would you punish me this time master?
Excitement bubbled up inside me, making my fingers tremble as I typed my reply.
Me: I think I want to be punished.
Mr. L: Guess what, baby girl?
I turned over onto my belly, a rush of anticipation coursing through me.
Me: I'm not great at guessing. Tell me!
I replied eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest.
Mr. L: Normally, I'd punish you for that, but I'm in a good mood. I'll tell you instead.
Me: Thank you, Master.
I typed, my lips automatically biting down in anticipation.
Mr. L: I'm in Melbourne, baby.
I read his message repeatedly, trying to absorb its meaning. Was Master really in Melbourne? Was this a tease or a genuine declaration? My mind raced with possibilities. Was he here for the competition, for me, or for something entirely different?
Me: Wow, Master. I'm not sure what to say!
I typed hesitantly, fingers hovering over the keyboard as I carefully composed my response. I wanted to convey curiosity without prying too much into his intentions.
Me: Are you here for business?
I finally sent, hoping to gauge his purpose without overstepping boundaries so I don't get blocked.
His reply came swiftly, his words casting a shadow of anticipation over my screen.
Mr L: I came for you.
My heart skipped a beat as I read his message.
Mr L: Would you accept a face-to-face BDSM play tomorrow? Something to put your mind at ease for the remaining competition. I intend to give you so much pleasure you won't feel nervous for a long time—just lust.
His proposition came like a bolt from the blue, catching me off guard yet stirring a tantalizing surprise within me.
My heart seemed to skip a beat as Mr. L's message flashed on my screen once more.
Mr L: I want to see you in person, Isabella.
It was one of those moments where excitement rendered me momentarily speechless. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, as if all the blood in my body rushed to my heart, exploding with a resounding "bang" of exhilaration.
Pinching myself to ensure I wasn't dreaming, I sat up abruptly, the reality sinking in.
"He really wants to see me!" I exclaimed aloud, feeling like I had just won a lottery.
Carefully re-reading his message, I savored each word, making sure I hadn't misinterpreted his invitation. The anticipation built with every second, my thoughts racing with possibilities. What did this meeting signify?
I think he likes me now!
I couldn't contain my joy. I leaped from my bed, a wide grin plastered across my face, and hastily reached for my phone to share the news with Charlotte.
Text to Charlotte: Guess what! I won the bet! Mr. L wants to meet me in person. Looks like I'm hotter than I thought!
Charlotte's response came swiftly.
Charlotte: Oh my God, you're not serious! This is incredible, Isabella! I can't believe it!
Her words filled me with an exhilarating rush of excitement. This was the validation of my confidence and charm I'd been waiting for.
Me: Believe it because it's true. You owe me.
Charlotte: You bitch! What did you do to my Mr. L?
Me: He's taken a liking to me now! He loves my body baby!!!!
Charlotte: As if. He can never belong fully to any one woman. Those kinds of men are always slippery. He is going to block you soon. Bet it.
Her words momentarily dimmed my excitement.
Me: No more bets.
Charlotte: Why? You scared.
Me: No! Anyway, I get to see him tomorrow, and that's all that matters. Bye!
Charlotte: So soon?
Me: Yes! Don't need you to spoil my mood.
After a brief moment of further celebrating, another text flashed across my screen from Mr. L.
Mr L: I am at my private mansion in Melbourne. Let's meet at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I want to spend the whole day with you, Isabella.
The whole day? Oh my God! It couldn't have been more perfect, especially since the next two days were my scheduled break. Mr L makes the most perfect plans as though he already knows my schedule.
Without a moment's hesitation, I replied.
Me: Absolutely, I'll be there.
Mr L: I'll have the driver pick you up at your hotel at 8:30 am. Please send me your hotel address.
Excitement bubbled within me as I quickly typed out the hotel address and hit send.
Me: Sent! Can't wait to see you tomorrow!
Mr L: Good girl. See you tomorrow. Good night, baby girl.
Me: See you too. Good night, Master.
I kissed my phone in happiness.
Oh, how I yearned for the pleasures he had promised, as vital to me as the very air I breathed! I hoped with all my heart that he would fulfill his promises, exceeding even the satisfaction my boss had ever provided, and thus, erasing all memories of Levi and that regretful, drunken night from my thoughts. I didn't want to think about Levi any longer, but alas, his memory still lingered.
Enough of that. My mind needed to focus solely on Mr. L now!
I couldn't believe it. Tomorrow promised to be an extraordinary day, filled with anticipation and nervous energy that kept me awake into the night, despite my exhaustion. What did Mr. L have in store for our time together? The mere thought sent a thrilling shiver down my spine as I lay there, imagining the endless possibilities awaiting me in Melbourne.