Claimed: A Forced Submission Romance by J. Jackson Page A

Sandy looked into Lindsay’s eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and affection. How could she not forgive this woman – eventually.
    Trying to lighten things up, as men are wont to do, Alex added brightly, “Mind you, you’ve certainly got all the single lads in your thrall.” He chuckled at the thought that she had not half of the married blokes enthralled, too, if she wanted them. “They’d do anything for you.”
    “Shush!” Lindsay scolded again.
    “For another piece of me, you mean,” Sandy added under her breath. But it wasn’t bitterness, more puzzling aloud. She looked around, the faces of her cousin and his wife watching her, the memories of the previous evening and all its players, apparitions gliding across her mind. “What’s happening here?” she wondered. “Has there been some kind of a shift? Am I really in control here – now?” Time enough to think about that. She stood to excuse herself from the table and went back to her little room to dress and pack and consider.
    Sandy heard a noise at the outside door, heralding the arrival of someone. She hesitated, steeling herself, then waltzed back into the kitchen with a confidence she didn’t feel. As she entered, Damon, the youngest of the team-members from the night before popped out of his seat like a Jack-in-the-box, and sputtered his greetings. “Uh, hallo, er – Sandy. Nice to see you again!”
    His stumbling discomfiture brought a smile to Sandy’s face as she replied, “Hello...”
    “Damon,” he quickly supplied, giving an almost half bow. “Damon McKay. We met last night. I was...”
    Sandy laughed inside, but rescued him by extending her hand and saying, “Nice to see you, Damon. How are you?” just as if he hadn’t been part of the previous night’s orgy.
    “Oh,” he said, shaking his head, while pumping her hand, “Ooh, couldna be better.” He looked into her eyes with such longing, Sandy almost had to turn away, but she held, suddenly realizing where the power of this meeting currently rested. Dropping her hand, Damon lowered his eyes and mumbled, “You were fantastic, last night.” Then lifting his head to look into her face again, he said with palpable disappointment, “Alex says you’ll be leaving today. There’s a pity. I was hopin’ we might..., I mean I thought we could....” He couldn’t bring himself to say what he meant.
    “Funny,” Sandy thought, “given all that they said and did last night.” She flashed him another warm smile, thinking, “Poor guy is completely tongue-tied.” Out of the corner of her eye, Sandy saw Lindsay take Alex by the hand and lead him out of the room. She could just imagine her clucking, leave the young ones alone. Sandy could feel the power Damon was conferring on her, and, she realized, she quite liked it. “I’m sorry,” she said, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder, “but I’m trying to get to Aberdeen today.”
    “Oh, that’s a real shame,” Damon complained. “I’d really love to...” He got stuck again, and looked forlornly at Sandy, who leaned forward in anticipation, as if she couldn’t guess what he was trying to say. He tried once more. “I’d really love to – er – have another – er – spend some time with you. Know what I mean?”
    At any other time, Sandy would have been repulsed and insulted, but now she felt rather proud, and flattered, so she took charge of the conversation. Lowering her voice a little, she asked, mischievously, “D’you mean you’d like to fuck me again, Damon?” His wide-eyed energetically nodded mute response amused her. Then, somewhere in the back of her mind, a small light bulb flared up. Before she consciously realized what she was doing, she said coyly, “Okay. Give me a ride to Aberdeen, and we can have sex – again.” Smiling benignly, she added, “If that’s what you really want.”
    Damon almost peed himself, he was so surprised, but he recovered fairly quickly. “Right, then,” he said