Free tameallrom by Unknown Page B

questions. Thankfully, he saved me.
    “Let me tell you what I’m looking for: someone smart, diligent, thoughtful; someone willing to work long hours- often here alone with me late at night. Do you have a husband? Boyfriend?”
    “No.”
    “Good. I’ll need you at my beck and call.”
    His words sent chills up my spine. Looking back, I realize there was something in his voice then. It hinted at dark escapades and unknown pleasures.
    “Mr. Quinn-”
    “Call me James.”
    “James, I’ll do whatever it takes to get this job.”
    I met his eyes with the most steely-eyed determination I’ve ever been able to muster. He met my gaze with unmovable certainty.
    “You’re hired.”
    I exhaled loudly. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. I picked up my drink and finish it one gulp.
    “You start now.”
    “Now?”
    “Is that a problem?”
    I wasn’t at all prepared to begin. “No, of course not.”
    “Good. Call the receptionists- extension nine. Tell her to send the other girls home.”
    He pointed out a phone on the side table to my left. I rose and bent over to dial. I looked back over my shoulder and noticed Mr. Quinn checking out my ass. This time it was not my imagination.
    Instead of looking embarrassed, he simply leaned back on the couch and watched me.
    There was something in his stare that turned me on and terrified me in equal measure.
    I was so distracted by Mr. Quinn’s presence that I barely managed to tell the receptionists the position had been filled. She sounded surprised to hear from me, but I didn’t give her time to ask questions. I hung up the phone quickly and sat back down.
    “Where shall we begin?” I asked.
    Mr. Quinn considered the question. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward confidentially. “There’s another matter… it’s a bit unusual.”
    I leaned in towards him, as if we were about to share a secret.
    “I’m a very busy man. It can be difficult for me to find time for…” He looked away thoughtfully. “Pleasure, for lack of a better word.”
    I froze in place, too afraid to move. Where was this going?
    “I think you’re a beautiful girl.”
    He let the words hang in the air between us. I felt my face grow hot.
    “I would like to make you an offer that I believe would be mutually beneficial. An offer that you have every right to refuse, if you wish. I won’t hold it against you in any way.
    The job is still yours and we’ll try to carry on as if I’d never said anything.”
    He laughed nervously at this. It was disarming to see such a strong man act shyly.
    “There’s an additional service I’d like to pay you for- quite handsomely, in fact.”
    He took a business card out of his pocket, wrote a figure on the back and handed it to me.
    The number twenty thousand was written on it.
    “Twenty thousand a year?” I asked.
    “No, a month.”
    At first I thought he was joking, but his face was dead serious. I scoffed. “What’s the catch?”
    “I’m looking for a…” Again he ran his hands through his hair. “Student.”
    “What are you planning on teaching me?” I asked.
    He laughed at my response. I wasn’t sure why he found it so funny until later.
    “I’m confused,” I said.
    “Yes, forgive me for laughing. I understand. I have unique tastes when it comes to sex.
    Do you know what the roll of the submissive is?”
    I stared at him blankly.
    “That’s fine,” he said. “It’s part of what I’d like to teach you.”
    I was intrigued and not just by the money. Mr. Quinn wanted me sexually- I understood that much, but I wasn’t familiar with the term, ‘submissive.’
    “We can start out slow: spanking, whips, ropes, handcuffs…”
    He watched my expression closely. My lips parted slightly and my pulse began to race.
    “You will me be my submissive.” He paused. “If you consent. Do you consent?”
    Without thinking I said, “Yes.”
    “It’s customary to pick out a safe word. It’s a word, or phrase, that