Free Continental Life by Ella Dominguez Page B

such a well-educated and prominent woman would want to be in a position of being a submissive to a man, especially in view of her profession. Although, considering what she must be tasked with on a daily basis at work, Bella could understand on some level how freeing it must be to let it all go at the end of the day and allow someone else to take over.
    That was a large part of why she cherished her relationship wit h Xander so much. She loved relinquishing all of the inconsequential details that everyday life entailed. It was heartening that Xander enjoyed making those decisions for her and in her own tiny way she was pleasing him by surrendering herself. From the very first day she met him he had taken over her life, but despite his dominance, it didn’t in anyway hinder her ability to be a productive individual. On the contrary, she could focus on the things that were genuinely important. When she was his personal assistant, her duties were limited to running his daily work life. Period. She never worried about how to fix her hair or what to wear, or any of the posturing that the opposite sex acted out when working together. Everything was straight forward, including sex. Not to say it was passionless since there was plenty of steam involved. Xander dictated her behavior, her dress and so much more. Even now, her concentration was solely on her medical studies and how to keep her fiancé happy, and that was enough.
    The other woman, though not as talkative as Clarissa, was nonetheless friendly and engaging. Bella couldn’t be sure, but Lauren, the dark, cocoa-skinned, black-haired stewardess, looked to be at least 45-years old. Her eyes were the most amazing shade of hazel and Bella found herself mesmerized by her full-lips and sparkling irises. She was classically beautiful.
    A few minutes later a nother student joined their small group, a male who looked no older than his mid twenties. Christopher, a Mexican-American mechanical engineer, stated he had applied for the program at the behest of his Top. His toothy grin and casual self-assurance to discuss his private life veiled his meek nature, but it was there – just below the surface of his smooth, good looks and tall, lean physique.
    Between the four of them, the ir ages spanned three decades. It wasn’t only a telling revelation, but an uplifting thought. The quest for knowledge to live an alternative lifestyle knew no age, race or gender boundaries.
    The final student to meander in seated herself away from the others and by her body language and refusal to make eye contact, she appeared painfully shy. Her mannerisms reminded Bella of her younger sister who hid her introverted nature by being difficult. The woman also bore a scar slightly similar to that of Brandon, aka Lord Dalberg, only on the opposite cheek. Bella tried to avoid staring at it, but found it nearly impossible. Her imagination was running wild with what could have caused such a life-transforming disfigurement. Did it happen in childhood or when she was an adult? Perhaps it was the result of a car accident. Or, God forbid, abuse. Lost in her thoughts, the pretty, strawberry-blonde nervously coughed when she caught Bella inadvertently gawking at the blemish. Horrified at herself, Bella apologized for her tastelessness. The woman politely explained that she was accustomed to it, making Bella feel even worse for her rudeness.
    This was the whole of their class, five students; a mere handful of people all seeking the same thing. Bella had anticipated more – many more. When she voiced that, Christopher informed her that the school prided itself on its high standards and arduous selection of students and small classes. Bella was even clued-in about the long waiting list for the DDTC. Having taken up a spot that rightfully should’ve been given to one of the many who had applied months and even years before, guilt washed over her. The tantrum she had thrown most likely pushed someone else out of the