Free Graceful Submission by Melinda Barron

security officer’s face if it was.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Note to self: Thank Master for knowing exactly what to do, and for taking care of all the details so well.
     
    To Do List:
    Give deposition
    Don’t forget to pack laptop
    Tell landlord about extended absence
    Stop mail delivery
    Call Becca and ask her to water plants
    Try and recall exactly what you are supposed to do when you get to Master’s house
     
     
    The leather of the limo seat was cold against Grace’s behind. The driver had been polite and efficient as he collected Grace and her luggage and loaded them both into the limo. While he put the luggage in the trunk, Grace took advantage of the privacy and shimmied out of her panties.
    It had been a long morning. Her deposition had gone well, and she’d been happy that, other than the clerks, the only people there were herself, Preston, Frank Medina, and the school’s lawyer, an older man named Carlton Bunch, who was polite and well-organized.
    His questions had been succinct and kept on point. The only painful questions were about Watson, and his repeated advances toward her. Bunch suggested that she was making the whole thing up. Grace said Watson’s advances were numerous, and made her very uncomfortable. She hadn’t reported them earlier, because she’d wanted to handle it by herself.
    She tried to refocus her mind as the car pulled into L.A. traffic. Grace had never been very thrilled about being in L.A. The crowds and smog had always dampened the charm of the city to her. She knew that Peter and Lindsey lived in Brentwood, and assumed that Toffer did, also. But she didn’t know enough about L.A. geography to decide which direction they were heading.
    While the car made its way onto the freeway, Grace dialed Toffer’s cell number.
    “How was your flight, Lolly?”
    His pet name for her brought a smile to her face. “Fine. No turbulence and it was on time.”
    “Good. And is the leather cold against your behind?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Tweak your clitty for me, just enough to make you hum for me.”
    Grace spread her legs, resting her head against the leather of the limo seat. How was it that yesterday she’d been sure that life was over, and right now she felt as if it was just beginning? She rubbed her clit and moaned out Toffer’s name.
    “I hope you remember what you’re supposed to do.”
    “Could we clear up a point or two up? I know that …”
    “Missed instructions bring punishments, so you need to learn to listen better. I’ll be home around eight and I’ll see you then. I’m so very glad that you’re here, Lolly.”
    The phone went dead and Grace frowned. He had a habit of doing that, giving instructions and saying things before hanging up without a response. She pulled her fingers out from between her legs and watched as the city sped by. Well, sped by was overstating it. The traffic made it seem like it was crawling by.
    Was this really happening? Was she going to spend a week and a half with a man she’d only met on the phone and over the internet? Was she really going to give him total control over her body? It was a fantasy come true, but Grace knew that if Toffer wasn’t friends with Peter, she wouldn’t be here.
    She hadn’t told Peter and Lindsey about the suspension. She didn’t want to ruin Lindsey’s party. After it was over, she would tell them what was going on. At least in her public life. Would she tell them about her relationship with Toffer? She doubted it. Nothing would probably come from this. How could it? He lived in L.A., which Grace detested, and she lived in Boulder. But if she lost her job, she wouldn’t have a reason to stay in Boulder. Still, Grace doubted that she could ever live in
California
. It was way too crowded.
    An hour and a half later, the car turned into a lavish neighborhood and Grace scooted across the seat to look at the houses. This wasn’t the Brentwood area that she remembered from her last visit. She frowned as she