evening. Everything inside me is screaming for this man. I need to see him again, to play with him, be trained by him. I want to be close to him. Closer even than he might want me right now. The thought of saying no feels wrong on so many levels. I feel like I would cheat myself - and him.
And I would say yes to his offer. I have to, anyways. But I will try to negotiate an agreement that I could feel comfortable with. There must be a way to make this work, even for my own morals and the bad conscience that would accompany the deal in its most current format.
"Cyn?"
But what would I tell Liz? And my parents? And anybody else?
Good friend or not - I couldn't tell her. Not right now at least.
"Well," I reply eventually. "It all happened really fast. We just met today. I don't know. I just said yes, because he asked and well, as you have mentioned - he is incredibly hot. And very convincing."
"He asked right after your job interview?" She asks with a naughty grin.
"Yeah," I say.
"Wow," she giggles. "Told you! He has a reputation."
"Maybe. It was fun though."
Liz raises her eyebrows. "Be careful. Don't lose your head over someone who might just be playing with you. Who knows how many other young, female applicants he has nailed this week."
I nod. "Don't worry. It was a fun night. I don't regret it no matter what will happen next."
She smirks. "Yeah, you look like you did."
We say good night shortly after. Of course Liz didn't let me off the hook without an interrogation about the events of that night. I minimize the details and don't mention anything about what actually happened inside the hotel room. She seems satisfied nonetheless, high fiving me at least two more times during my story.
I shut myself to my room and lie down on the bed, retrieving the card and my phone from my purse to add him as a contact.
And then I stare on my screen. Contemplating. Is this a smart move? I am tired, drowsy and even a bit tipsy. And still dazed by our play. I can still feel the burns of his flogger on my skin. Should I wait till morning?
"Oh, fuck this," I whisper and start typing.
Just one word.
"Yes."
The third
Chapter
One
No reply. Not after five minutes, not after ten, not after an hour. He might be sleeping already. Tomorrow is a working day after all and unlike me he probably has to be at the office early.
I eventually force myself to sleep. Staring at my phone won't make him reply any sooner. The night is as restless as I expected it to be. Saying yes would change the course of my near future. Even though I had applied for both, the graduate degree and the scholarship, I had not really anticipated to continue university this upcoming fall. Hence the job hunting. And I have told no one about the applications to begin with - except for Liz.
And him.
He messages me back early in the morning, almost two hours before my own alarm goes off to wake me for my part time job.
" Frank will pick you up this Friday. 8pm."
That is all it says. Again, he is not asking whether I am free, but just assumes that I will be. I frown at my phone while waiting for my morning coffee to be done.
"Has it occurred to you that I might have other plans?" I reply.
I mean, I am free, but this is a matter of principle.
"Do you?" He asks back.
I sigh. "No. You're lucky."
"Friday then," he writes back. "I can't wait to spank that attitude out of you."
Attitude, huh. Fair enough. I am beginning to get a better idea of what I got myself into.
And I like it.
He sends one more message before I leave the house. "Wear a dress for me. Hair down. No tights. No bra. And a black thong."
I freeze, rereading the message, once, twice. My brain calls for a bratty reply - an "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?," while my heart is doing somersaults in excitement. This could be fun, a lot more than I thought.
I spend the following three days until Friday to work on my plan. The lies I would have to tell - and the conditions under which
And I would say yes to his offer. I have to, anyways. But I will try to negotiate an agreement that I could feel comfortable with. There must be a way to make this work, even for my own morals and the bad conscience that would accompany the deal in its most current format.
"Cyn?"
But what would I tell Liz? And my parents? And anybody else?
Good friend or not - I couldn't tell her. Not right now at least.
"Well," I reply eventually. "It all happened really fast. We just met today. I don't know. I just said yes, because he asked and well, as you have mentioned - he is incredibly hot. And very convincing."
"He asked right after your job interview?" She asks with a naughty grin.
"Yeah," I say.
"Wow," she giggles. "Told you! He has a reputation."
"Maybe. It was fun though."
Liz raises her eyebrows. "Be careful. Don't lose your head over someone who might just be playing with you. Who knows how many other young, female applicants he has nailed this week."
I nod. "Don't worry. It was a fun night. I don't regret it no matter what will happen next."
She smirks. "Yeah, you look like you did."
We say good night shortly after. Of course Liz didn't let me off the hook without an interrogation about the events of that night. I minimize the details and don't mention anything about what actually happened inside the hotel room. She seems satisfied nonetheless, high fiving me at least two more times during my story.
I shut myself to my room and lie down on the bed, retrieving the card and my phone from my purse to add him as a contact.
And then I stare on my screen. Contemplating. Is this a smart move? I am tired, drowsy and even a bit tipsy. And still dazed by our play. I can still feel the burns of his flogger on my skin. Should I wait till morning?
"Oh, fuck this," I whisper and start typing.
Just one word.
"Yes."
The third
Chapter
One
No reply. Not after five minutes, not after ten, not after an hour. He might be sleeping already. Tomorrow is a working day after all and unlike me he probably has to be at the office early.
I eventually force myself to sleep. Staring at my phone won't make him reply any sooner. The night is as restless as I expected it to be. Saying yes would change the course of my near future. Even though I had applied for both, the graduate degree and the scholarship, I had not really anticipated to continue university this upcoming fall. Hence the job hunting. And I have told no one about the applications to begin with - except for Liz.
And him.
He messages me back early in the morning, almost two hours before my own alarm goes off to wake me for my part time job.
" Frank will pick you up this Friday. 8pm."
That is all it says. Again, he is not asking whether I am free, but just assumes that I will be. I frown at my phone while waiting for my morning coffee to be done.
"Has it occurred to you that I might have other plans?" I reply.
I mean, I am free, but this is a matter of principle.
"Do you?" He asks back.
I sigh. "No. You're lucky."
"Friday then," he writes back. "I can't wait to spank that attitude out of you."
Attitude, huh. Fair enough. I am beginning to get a better idea of what I got myself into.
And I like it.
He sends one more message before I leave the house. "Wear a dress for me. Hair down. No tights. No bra. And a black thong."
I freeze, rereading the message, once, twice. My brain calls for a bratty reply - an "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?," while my heart is doing somersaults in excitement. This could be fun, a lot more than I thought.
I spend the following three days until Friday to work on my plan. The lies I would have to tell - and the conditions under which
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