Free At Her Command by Dana Drake Page A

and nose and pushed him
over the edge. He swallowed and climaxed, spurting semen under the
chair onto the Persian rug, and then rested his head on the other
man’s leg.
    *****
    Nathan folded the cleaning ticket and slipped
it into his shirt pocket. He hadn’t told them about his accident,
just that the rug needed a good cleaning. He drove to his office
and started preparing for an afternoon deposition. Karen, his
secretary knocked on his door. A man in motorcycle leathers,
carrying a helmet, walked around her. “Nathan Scott?” He dropped an
envelope on Nathan’s desk. “You have been duly served.” He turned
and walked past Karen.
    “He wouldn’t take no for an answer, Nathan.”
She looked pale and frightened. Nathan picked up the envelope.
Bridget’s firm was listed in the return address block. He opened
the envelope with a letter opener, unfolded the sheets of
legal-sized bond paper, and stared.
    Now on this 7 th day of January, 2014 comes the Petitioner, Bridget Regina Kelly,
and hereby requests the Court to a issue proper order to that
Petitioner and Respondent Nathan A. Scott, may live temporarily
separate and apart from each other and make orderly provisions for
the period of time until dismissal of this action; Court order; or
trial.
    Nathan turned the page and felt a sharp,
stinging pain in his chest as he read the heading: Motion to
Annul Marriage. He’d forgotten Karen was still standing at his
door. “Is everything alright, Nathan?” He swallowed hard and tried
to check his emotions.
    “Yes, Karen,” he lied. “Everything is
alright. Please close the door when you go.” Bridget picked up on
the second ring.
    “I didn’t know process servers worked that
quickly.”
    “What are you doing, Mistress? What have I
done?” He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop his pounding
headache.
    “It’s nothing you’ve done. I’ve just gotten
tired of you.” The words stung him to the bone.
    “We’re married, remember?”
    “We never consummated our marriage. I’m
having it annulled.”
    “You can’t do that,” he pleaded.
    “Are you going to testify under oath that you
have fucked me since we were married?”
    “You can’t just throw me away.” He quietly
placed the handset in the cradle when the dial tone answered
him.
    *****
    He read the note on the kitchen table without
picking it up. Gone to Palm Springs with Humilus for the week.
That should give you plenty of time to move out. Judge Madison
signed off on the annulment this afternoon. B- The key for the
Steelheart lay on the table beside the note. Nathan rushed into the
powder room and vomited.
    Nathan splashed cold water on his face and
stared at the pale, hollow-eyed man in the mirror. He was homeless,
and had lost the ability to make even the most simple decisions
involving everyday life. He removed the Steelheart but immediately
put it back one, uncomfortable with free access to his own penis.
He paced the floor and finally went upstairs to Bridget’s room. He
removed a bra from the hamper and held it to his face, breathing in
her scent, longing for her. He froze at the sound of the front door
opening. He dropped the bra and eased down the stairs.
    A tall blond woman dressed in a tight leather
skirt stood at the window with her back to him. He instinctively
knew who she was and even why she had come. A feeling of peace
settled over him. “I didn’t expect to find you dressed.” Inga said.
“But you’d have to get dressed to come with me anyway.” Nathan
dropped to his knees. “I’m taking you, since Bridget is casting you
aside. I grew tired of Humilus’ childishness. I think Bridget will
too, but what of it? Get some clothes packed. You’re coming home
with me.” Nathan looked up and smiled as tears clouded his view of
his goddess and mistress.
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