“I would love to see,” I admitted, and he helped me to my feet.
We walked along the beach, to the far right end of it. There, the water was deeper and there were some rocks scattered about. Thorn helped me get in, and even though I was nervous, I still remembered how to tackle the waves.
He helped me though, with every step of the way. We swam through the deep water and came out on the other side of the rocks, where the water was more shallow and let amongst the rocks into a beautiful grotto.
Thorn helped me get off the sand and led me into the cave, something like I’d never seen before. It was beautiful, with limestone formations that looked like they were still dripping. I gasped at its beauty, and he seemed pleased by my reaction as he led me deeper into the cave.
“As far as I know,” he told me. “Nobody but us knows about this place. And I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Of course,” I whispered, my fingers gliding over the stone licked smooth by the lapping waves. “Is it accessible during the high tide too?”
“No,” Thorn admitted. “You have to go through the water to get here. But I wanted to show you today. I wanted to share this place with you.”
There was something special about the cave. Knowing it would be nearly impossible to catch its enchanting beauty made me even more fond of the place. It seemed impossible to bring a camera in there, and I wasn’t much of an artist so I could’ve never done its beauty justice on canvas or paper. It existed merely for us, and I fell in love with its secret beauty.
We explored the cave together. There was an opening at the very top, a small hole through which the sunlight poured and colored the chamber in glorious colors. As it shone down, it reflected brilliantly on the limestone, and I realized it felt like a cocoon – a safe place for only me and Thorn.
This would always be a special place for us, and it would always be the best day I’d had. I told him as much, and he kissed my lips and tasted my happiness on every inch of my soaked skin.
Twelve
Rose
3 months later
My training was going well. Madame was pleased with my progress, and so was I. I could feel my strength coming back, the love I’d always felt for dancing filling my body with the desire to do more and more of it.
Practice was hard on my muscles and limbs, but I stuck it through, doing anything and everything I was told to and elevating my skills until I knew I was at my very best. I felt powerful like that, knowing I could dance for Thorn and show him my best work on the stage yet… It would be my final performance, which I’d already accepted. And I couldn’t wait for him to experience the same thrill I felt when I stepped front and center on the stage.
Thorn was spending more and more time with me. These days, waking up in his arms was a regular occurrence and I could barely remember the times when he’d pushed me away, woke up before me and I woke up in a cold, empty bed. Our relationship was changing for the better, and we were growing closer and closer. My love for him bloomed and blossomed into something beautiful. It wasn’t just the sex – it was the magnetic attraction between us that had escalated so much I felt tingles down my spine just from being in the same room with him.
We had played too, but our sex life now was simpler and somehow more erotic. The way he held me, the way he looked into my eyes when he plunged his cock inside me. It was incredible, so intimate – more than anything else we’d ever done together. I fell more in love with him with each whispered word and each thrust of his hips. I belonged to him utterly and completely.
The previous night, I had asked Thorn for a special favor.
We were lying in bed when I touched my lips to his and whispered to him, “I want you to take me to the playroom tomorrow.”
I could feel his excitement, feel the hardness of his cock rubbing against my stomach. He nodded and kissed me goodnight, and he held me tight until the morning when I woke up alone. But this time it didn’t upset me. Instead, I wore a knowing smile on my lips, knowing he was putting things together for what I’d asked. That day, we were going to play just like we used to…
The note came with a single rose and a small card. His handwriting told me to meet him downstairs with my makeup done and wearing something he would like.