Free Comfort Object by Annabel Joseph Page A

I abased myself. When Martin came with a grunt, I wondered only if Jeremy was satisfied with me.
     
    And then I realized it. I was already his submissive, and he was already my Dom.
     
    I'd already forged that longing, that emotional connection that I hadn't forged with even one of my customers at the club. I'd never even really felt like this with Douglas, like I might die if I couldn't make him pleased with me.
     
    It had taken Jeremy exactly one half hour to make me completely and indelibly his.
     
    * * *
     
     
    After Martin left, I was sent upstairs with orders to shower and dress for dinner.
     
    “Your nicest dress,” he added. “We're celebrating tonight.”
     
    I tore through my bags looking for something appropriate that wasn't too balled-up or wrinkled or dirty or destroyed. Unfortunately I just didn't have many nice dresses. I didn't need them when I worked for the club. I had enough corsets, stockings, lingerie, and fuck-me shoes to fill an entire armoire, but my dress selection was woefully poor. There was the dress I'd worn the night Kyle came over, but somehow I didn't feel I ever wanted to wear that dress again.
     
    In the end, Bonita, one of the housekeepers, came to check on me. She became my new best friend when she produced a handheld steamer that helped me salvage a half-decent dress in the bottom of my bag. I supposed in the near future I'd receive the clothing provided by or approved by Jeremy Gray , but in the meantime I could only wear what I had.
     
    I showered and plucked and perfumed and did my face and hair as best I could with Bonita's help, rooting through my boxes and suitcases and raiding the well-stocked guest bathroom. I wondered if this had been the old girlfriend's bedroom and bathroom. There was no evidence any other woman had been here before me, but I still felt haunted by her. Would he like me better or worse than he'd liked her? Why had she left him? What was I in for? How long would Jeremy Gray be my “boss”?
     
    She would know, of all people, when she saw us together; she would know exactly what was going on. Or would she? Who's to say Jeremy Gray couldn't suddenly decide to fall in love and get a real girlfriend? I was supposed to make it look that way. I thought I could. I thought I already had a scary little thing going on for Jeremy. It was unfortunate, but it wasn't anything I could help. I could act the girlfriend, sure, but otherwise I would have to protect myself. No matter how sexy and kind and charming he could be, I couldn't fall in love.
     
    I couldn't, I wouldn't. I absolutely wasn't going to…even though he gave me a look when I came downstairs for dinner that took my breath away. A look that said, clearly, You are mine to control, and I like that. You are mine to use in whatever way I want.
     
    Yes, I'm yours to use, Jeremy Gray, for the price of a salary.
     
    Yes, you got your wish.

Chapter Six
    Dinner
     
     
     
    She was mine, but she didn't completely trust me. Not yet.
     
    That was apparent from the uneasy way she sat across from me, and it made me partly frustrated and partly horny. She feared me. It turned me on.
     
    But I wanted her to like me too.
     
    Why? I always wanted them to like me, against my better judgment. This heady new-relationship tension, it was incredible, an erotic shot in the arm.
     
    And she was simply spectacular, everything I loved in a woman. Petite. Pretty. Complicated. Sassy, although she tried to subdue it. And scared, although she pretended to be self-assured.
     
    Best of all, she wasn't a pain whore; she wasn't even a masochist. She was afraid of pain . When she'd made that little confession in the meeting, I'd almost come in my pants. It was luck, sheer luck, that Kyle had found her. I'd sent him out with the usual general instructions. Find a small, reserved submissive with nice, real tits and a spectacular ass. Make sure she does it all, takes punishment, does oral, and accepts anal with adequate