Her advice wasn’t incorrect. I just felt something, picked up on some unspoken exchange between Dallas and I at the beach house. I refuseto believe that we didn’t have a little bit of something special between us, a spark. She was right though, I was only going to get myself hurt if I didn’t just take it for what it is: A contract that will end in less than 3 weeks. I have to accept that this could be more for me than it is for him.
* * *
After sharing with Lacy, my impulse to text Dallas dissipated. Whatever he was working on or through needed him more than I did right now, and I just wanted to respect that and give him space. I walked out to the car park where Trevor was waiting for me.
I have a freaking personal driver now. What?!
He met me at the elevator door, standing there as soon as the doors slid open.
“Good morning, Miss Bennett,” he reached for my computer bag. I let him take it from me as I followed him to the SUV that was parked caddy corner with the engine running.
“Good morning to you as well, sorry to keep you waiting.” Having a driver is something I could get used to. What I couldn’t seem to disregard was the guilt I felt every time I left him waiting for me, despite it being what Dallas pays him to do. I absolutely hate feeling like a burden, not that he has ever made me feel that way.
Trevor bragged about his oldest daughter getting into law school during the car ride. He was so proud, smiling from ear to ear the entire time he spoke of her. I couldn’t help but think of my own parents and how they looked at me the same way while I was secretly just trying to get away from their grip.
It was so hard on my mother when I left for college. If I had known that our time was going to be cut short, I would have stayed and goneto a community college or not gone to college at all. Before sadness could consume me, I was pulled from my thoughts as we pulled up to the curb at Exhale Publishing House.
Trevor was quickly at my door, where I patiently waited.
“Have a wonderful day ma’am. I’ll be here at four o’clock.” He nodded as I gave him a small wave.
Just enjoy it
Lacy’s words repeated in my head, and I will certainly will.
* * *
It was nearly lunch time. I was enthralled in research on an author we were looking into. She was previously a self published indie author with a very impressive social media following. We don’t usually go after indie authors but after seeing that she was connected with some pretty big names it was starting to make sense. I jotted down the names of a couple of her book titles,
hoping to give them a read when I noticed my cell lit up with a notification. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was a message fromDaddy.
‘When you have finished work for the day, Trevor will bring you to the club. You will be escorted to my personal redroom, upstairs. Once there, you are to shower and change into the outfit that will be waiting for you. Relax, or don’t. You choose. Be a good girl and wait for Daddy in the previously discussed position. Tonight, the real fun begins.’
My breath hitched as I read every word twice. A chill of anticipation and excitement rushed through me and suddenly I was overwhelmed with nerves.
What did he mean bytonight the real fun begins?
I thought we were already having fun…? Remembering the list heasked me to write out at the beach house, I started to go over my answers mentally, in an attempt to prepare myself for what possibilities were in store, but given that I wasn’t familiar with the BDSM scene or the Dom/Sub dynamic, my imagination went to the darkest depths of my very creative mind.
This is exactly what I wanted
I reminded myself as I walked out of the building at four o’clock on the dot to find exactly what I expected, Trevor there waiting. Just as promised.
“Good afternoon, Miss Delaney.” He greeted me before closing the door once I had climbed into the backseat and I slid to the center, nervously fidgeting with my jacket as we raced toward what my obnoxious imagination has deemed theRed Room of Torture.
Anything red…
Dallas
The crash of the chair as it hit the wall behind me echoed loudly throughout the small space of my office.
“Fuck!” I screamed out in frustration, not particularly at the vendor that had just emailed me regarding some price changes that would be coming up, but because I was sexually frustrated. Normally, I’d go downstairs and find a companion for the evening. That’s not something I find acceptable while I’m with Delaney, well, under a contractual agreement with Delaney.
As badly as I needed to get off, the only person I wanted to be underneath me was her. Just the thought of her looking up at me from beneath those long lashes as she submitted to me and kneeled at my feet made my cock twitch. That innocence in her attraction to me.
I stared out the window struggling with my inner thoughts. I knew this was temporary, I knew I would only have 30 days to play and then she and I would have to part ways, but no matter how many times I tell myself that, the thought of never having her again makes my heartache.
Nearly drowning in my own sadness, I was interrupted by a soft knock on the door followed by an accented chant.
