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Authors: Nathan Stratton
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There was something else bothering me, a nagging undertone I just couldn’t shake away. Why me? I kept thinking. What have I got to offer him? He could have anyone. It was that question that kept me up, late into that fitful night. My only explanation was that he saw something in my personality that attracted him to me – but what was it? I tried to think back to that first interaction, our conversation in the coffee shop… I’d been instantly drawn to him, even though he’d shocked me with his stern commands. From the moment we met, I realized, I’d been trying to please him, to prove my worth to him. Was that what he wanted? I wondered, my half-formed thoughts appearing in a muddy stream of consciousness. Am I just a servant to him? Some sexual plaything? …Or am I something more?
It was just one in a long list of unanswered questions. The more I thought about him, the less certain I was of anything. But there was one thing I knew for sure; I felt it down to the core of my body, as inevitable as the pull of gravity. I was hooked on him, completely addicted – for better or worse. And I could feel myself getting drawn in further towards him with every passing moment.
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Candace, I told myself. And you don’t even know the rules . I only wondered how far our game would go. What if he went past my limits? Our contract stated I was free to leave at any time… but that depended on me saying “no” to him. Would it ever come to that? And if it did, would I find the strength?
I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to find out just yet. I only knew I couldn’t wait to feel his strong, commanding hands on me again.
Chapter 2: The Morning After
As could probably be expected, I dreamt about Mr. Stevens the whole night through. In my dream, he was my rescuer, saving me from a dark and terrifying force I couldn’t see. Holding me by the hand, he led me away from the darkness and brought me to safety, over and over. At every turn, we searched for a moment of sweet solace – but following right behind us came the intruder, forcing us to run again.
I woke with a start, my eyes shooting open in the harsh morning light. I blinked a few times in a dazed, groggy stupor. It was all just a dream, I thought. It was all just a crazy dream. For a split-second, I’d forgotten all about the previous day, and Mr. Stevens seemed like merely a figment of my imagination. There was no contract, no tryst – no dominant billionaire staking claim to my body. I felt a confusing mix of disappointment and relief.
But my respite was short-lived. The next moment, my phone rang, bringing all my fanciful thoughts back down to earth. In a flash, it all came flooding back to me. My hand trembling with the sudden realization, I reached over and picked up the phone.
I knew who it was before he even spoke; still, that stern, gravelly voice shot a chill into my heart.
“You’re late.”
I gulped. “What?” It was the only coherent word my jumbled mind could produce at the moment.
“I expected you at 8:30 this morning,” he said. “Didn’t the driver come to get you?”
I looked outside; sure enough, there was a black Lincoln Town Car idling on the street below outside my apartment, with a well-dressed gentleman leaning next to it and smoking a cigarette.
“I… he didn’t say anything,” I stammered. “I didn’t even know he was here. I’m sorry, sir.”
He didn’t answer for a moment. I pictured him seething silently on the other end of the line. When he finally spoke, the icy tone of his voice contained a simmering rage underneath it. “I’ll deal with him later,” he said simply, with a grim finality to his words that made me shudder. “Meanwhile, I expect you to come here right away. There’s much to talk about, and no time for further mistakes like this one. I am not pleased, Candace.”
I didn’t
There was something else bothering me, a nagging undertone I just couldn’t shake away. Why me? I kept thinking. What have I got to offer him? He could have anyone. It was that question that kept me up, late into that fitful night. My only explanation was that he saw something in my personality that attracted him to me – but what was it? I tried to think back to that first interaction, our conversation in the coffee shop… I’d been instantly drawn to him, even though he’d shocked me with his stern commands. From the moment we met, I realized, I’d been trying to please him, to prove my worth to him. Was that what he wanted? I wondered, my half-formed thoughts appearing in a muddy stream of consciousness. Am I just a servant to him? Some sexual plaything? …Or am I something more?
It was just one in a long list of unanswered questions. The more I thought about him, the less certain I was of anything. But there was one thing I knew for sure; I felt it down to the core of my body, as inevitable as the pull of gravity. I was hooked on him, completely addicted – for better or worse. And I could feel myself getting drawn in further towards him with every passing moment.
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Candace, I told myself. And you don’t even know the rules . I only wondered how far our game would go. What if he went past my limits? Our contract stated I was free to leave at any time… but that depended on me saying “no” to him. Would it ever come to that? And if it did, would I find the strength?
I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to find out just yet. I only knew I couldn’t wait to feel his strong, commanding hands on me again.
Chapter 2: The Morning After
As could probably be expected, I dreamt about Mr. Stevens the whole night through. In my dream, he was my rescuer, saving me from a dark and terrifying force I couldn’t see. Holding me by the hand, he led me away from the darkness and brought me to safety, over and over. At every turn, we searched for a moment of sweet solace – but following right behind us came the intruder, forcing us to run again.
I woke with a start, my eyes shooting open in the harsh morning light. I blinked a few times in a dazed, groggy stupor. It was all just a dream, I thought. It was all just a crazy dream. For a split-second, I’d forgotten all about the previous day, and Mr. Stevens seemed like merely a figment of my imagination. There was no contract, no tryst – no dominant billionaire staking claim to my body. I felt a confusing mix of disappointment and relief.
But my respite was short-lived. The next moment, my phone rang, bringing all my fanciful thoughts back down to earth. In a flash, it all came flooding back to me. My hand trembling with the sudden realization, I reached over and picked up the phone.
I knew who it was before he even spoke; still, that stern, gravelly voice shot a chill into my heart.
“You’re late.”
I gulped. “What?” It was the only coherent word my jumbled mind could produce at the moment.
“I expected you at 8:30 this morning,” he said. “Didn’t the driver come to get you?”
I looked outside; sure enough, there was a black Lincoln Town Car idling on the street below outside my apartment, with a well-dressed gentleman leaning next to it and smoking a cigarette.
“I… he didn’t say anything,” I stammered. “I didn’t even know he was here. I’m sorry, sir.”
He didn’t answer for a moment. I pictured him seething silently on the other end of the line. When he finally spoke, the icy tone of his voice contained a simmering rage underneath it. “I’ll deal with him later,” he said simply, with a grim finality to his words that made me shudder. “Meanwhile, I expect you to come here right away. There’s much to talk about, and no time for further mistakes like this one. I am not pleased, Candace.”
I didn’t
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