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Authors: Delilah Fawkes
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Gorgeous, confident, self-made, and dominant in
a way that made things feel simpler. Calmer. Safer.
I chewed
my lip, turning that thought over in my mind. Why would I feel safe around
someone so dangerous? Why would I feel safe with a man who liked the things
that he did? Who enjoyed inflicting pain? Imposing his will?
His words
from the other night came back to me; what he’d said right before he’d shown me
his darkest secret.
“I could tell you longed for someone to
trust. Someone to take control.”
Was he
right? Did I long for someone to take control? To let me off the hook for just
a little while?
I thought
of those years I spent taking care of my family, making sure we had food on the
table, and then caring for Grandma Rose until she passed away. I’d always had
the weight of the world on my shoulders, but now that I was on my own, I felt
lost. Maybe giving up the reins was exactly what I needed.
Maybe it
would help me discover how to take care of myself. To put my own needs first,
even as I surrendered to his .
Mr. Drake’s…
The
thought of pleasing him, of being his to command, of doing as he demanded,
filled me with longing. But had I screwed things up before they had a chance to
get going? Would Mr. Drake still want me after last night?
I dressed
quickly and followed Mr. Daniels to the waiting Rolls Royce. I raised an
eyebrow at the choice of vehicle, then slid into the back with a muttered
“thank you.” I couldn’t believe I was going back to my crappy apartment in this
thing, but I supposed I’d have to get used to it if I was really going to
pursue this.
By the
time I reached home, I’d made up my mind: It was worth the risk. I would be Mr.
Drake’s slave. I would give him control when we were alone, and do my best to
please him.
That is,
if he’d still have me.
***
The next
day I arrived at the office in my best red dress and high heels, ready to
declare myself his, only to find that Mr. Drake was out for the day. I drummed
my fingernails on the desk, willing the time to pass, but the clock seemed to
be rigged to move at half speed. If I didn’t need the money, I would have left
then and there to go find him, but I couldn’t risk losing a day’s wages.
I fidgeted
as I worked through a pile of transcriptions, stopping frequently to daydream
about what I would say to him once I saw him again. I mumbled the words to
myself at my desk in the empty corridor outside the executive office,
practicing.
“I’m
sorry, Sir. I let my fear get the best of me. I do trust you, and I want to do
this. To be with you…”
It sounded
so stiff, but I’d never been good at voicing my emotions.
“This is
the best thing that’s ever happened in the whole of my boring-ass life,” I
said, sighing. “I can’t chicken out now.”
The bell
on the elevator chimed, and I sat up straight, smoothing my hair down in case it
was Mr. Drake returning.
A bike
messanger stepped out and made his way to my desk, holding out a manilla
envelope with one word scrawled across it. Isabeau .
“I was
told to leave this with you,” he said.
Curious, I
took it from him. “Do you know who it’s from?”
He
shrugged, looking bored. “I just go where I’m told, lady. Some guy had me
waiting in the lobby all morning to deliver this as just the right time. Weirdo.”
He made
for the elevator without looking back. I waited until the doors slid shut behind
him before tearing the envelope open. I pulled out a note written in an elegant
hand on Mr. Drake’s personal stationary.
I
knew you’d change your mind, my little temp. Stay with me tonight.
But
first, pick yourself up some new clothes. A car is waiting outside to take you
to the stores I prefer. You’ll need a cocktail dress, shoes and lingerie.
I opened
my mouth, wanting to protest, even though no one was around, then smiled as I
read the last line.
Do
as you’re told, or you’ll get more than a spanking.
He knew me
so
a way that made things feel simpler. Calmer. Safer.
I chewed
my lip, turning that thought over in my mind. Why would I feel safe around
someone so dangerous? Why would I feel safe with a man who liked the things
that he did? Who enjoyed inflicting pain? Imposing his will?
His words
from the other night came back to me; what he’d said right before he’d shown me
his darkest secret.
“I could tell you longed for someone to
trust. Someone to take control.”
Was he
right? Did I long for someone to take control? To let me off the hook for just
a little while?
I thought
of those years I spent taking care of my family, making sure we had food on the
table, and then caring for Grandma Rose until she passed away. I’d always had
the weight of the world on my shoulders, but now that I was on my own, I felt
lost. Maybe giving up the reins was exactly what I needed.
Maybe it
would help me discover how to take care of myself. To put my own needs first,
even as I surrendered to his .
Mr. Drake’s…
The
thought of pleasing him, of being his to command, of doing as he demanded,
filled me with longing. But had I screwed things up before they had a chance to
get going? Would Mr. Drake still want me after last night?
I dressed
quickly and followed Mr. Daniels to the waiting Rolls Royce. I raised an
eyebrow at the choice of vehicle, then slid into the back with a muttered
“thank you.” I couldn’t believe I was going back to my crappy apartment in this
thing, but I supposed I’d have to get used to it if I was really going to
pursue this.
By the
time I reached home, I’d made up my mind: It was worth the risk. I would be Mr.
Drake’s slave. I would give him control when we were alone, and do my best to
please him.
That is,
if he’d still have me.
***
The next
day I arrived at the office in my best red dress and high heels, ready to
declare myself his, only to find that Mr. Drake was out for the day. I drummed
my fingernails on the desk, willing the time to pass, but the clock seemed to
be rigged to move at half speed. If I didn’t need the money, I would have left
then and there to go find him, but I couldn’t risk losing a day’s wages.
I fidgeted
as I worked through a pile of transcriptions, stopping frequently to daydream
about what I would say to him once I saw him again. I mumbled the words to
myself at my desk in the empty corridor outside the executive office,
practicing.
“I’m
sorry, Sir. I let my fear get the best of me. I do trust you, and I want to do
this. To be with you…”
It sounded
so stiff, but I’d never been good at voicing my emotions.
“This is
the best thing that’s ever happened in the whole of my boring-ass life,” I
said, sighing. “I can’t chicken out now.”
The bell
on the elevator chimed, and I sat up straight, smoothing my hair down in case it
was Mr. Drake returning.
A bike
messanger stepped out and made his way to my desk, holding out a manilla
envelope with one word scrawled across it. Isabeau .
“I was
told to leave this with you,” he said.
Curious, I
took it from him. “Do you know who it’s from?”
He
shrugged, looking bored. “I just go where I’m told, lady. Some guy had me
waiting in the lobby all morning to deliver this as just the right time. Weirdo.”
He made
for the elevator without looking back. I waited until the doors slid shut behind
him before tearing the envelope open. I pulled out a note written in an elegant
hand on Mr. Drake’s personal stationary.
I
knew you’d change your mind, my little temp. Stay with me tonight.
But
first, pick yourself up some new clothes. A car is waiting outside to take you
to the stores I prefer. You’ll need a cocktail dress, shoes and lingerie.
I opened
my mouth, wanting to protest, even though no one was around, then smiled as I
read the last line.
Do
as you’re told, or you’ll get more than a spanking.
He knew me
so
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