Free From Seduction to Submission by R.R. Greaves Page B

a slightly higher pitch than normal.
    “Oh my God! You are not going to believe it when I tell you.”
    “Try me. And don’t leave anything out. I want to hear every juicy little detail.”
    The only place to begin was at the beginning and so Natalie commenced as Jo-Anne listened in rapt silence, wide eyed with her mouth slightly open. She only paused while her friend went to replenish their wine supply. Natalie left nothing out and finally her friend said, “Fuck! Take me to the bathroom and show me the bruises.”
    After inspecting them, they returned to their booth in silence. When they sat down, J o-Anne was watching Natalie. As she saw her wince slightly, said, “Another little reminder huh?” Natalie smiled and nodded.
    “So what do you want me to say?” Jo-Anne asked after a few moments.
    “Tell me I’m not being silly for yearning to go back there.”
    “Oh Natalie, for Christ’s sake. If you didn’t go back there I would give you bruises that would put his to shame. Just hearing what you two have been up to has got me simply dripping. He is hot. He is polite. By your own admission he gets you hotter than you have ever been in your life, and he wants to see you again. I’m surprised you are not camped outside his door right now. Although, you certainly don’t want to be doing that. Keep him guessing a little. So he has a few control issues, so what. That’s obviously his kink and providing it is all balanced out, why the hell wouldn’t you be back there? You never know…he might have a few interesting fetishes to complement his kinks.”
    “Oh Jo, I think I have already lost the opportunity to keep him guessing. If you say you are dripping, how do you think I am? I have been living it. As strong as I have tried to be, I just find myself getting all tongue-tied when I am in his presence and then to get texts like this one! Arrgghhh! I have never had a man affect me this way before. It is scary, but so damned exciting all at the same time. He knows it as well. It is almost as if he can read my mind.”
    “Well, my friend, I would simply be sitting back and enjoying the ride!”
    That effectively summed up the evening and they eventually parted company, each engrossed in the ir own thoughts about the mysterious Sir James. When Natalie arrived home, she climbed into bed and her thoughts immediately went to her bedside drawer. Opening it up, she put her hand around the shaft of Big Black but then stopped. “Nope, I have other things that are waiting to fill me at the moment,” she said to her silicone friend as she released him and closed the drawer. She struggled for much of the night, sleeping fitfully, Sir James never far from her mind.
    The following day was dragging by slowly as she yearned to be approaching the front door of Sir James’ home. Just when she thought she was going to go mad, there was a knock at her office door. Looking up she saw a delivery boy with a huge bunch of stunning red roses. “For Natalie,” he said. Her face lit up as she raced over to receive her gift, not knowing who it was from , but praying it was from him. She counted them— 48 in all and the card read simply: ‘To my Valentine. Sometimes acquiescing can be its own reward.’ Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of what he had put her through and the questions that had run through her mind.
    Soon after, her boss paused at her door, and looking at the flowers said, “Oooh, somebody has a special lover.” Natalie smiled at him with a far-away look and replied, “Yes. A very special Sir, sir.”
    She mentally floated through the afternoon before hurrying home to prepare herself. Just as she was leaving work she received another text that simply read, ‘Wear cotton and heels. Nothing else!’
    Finally, she found herself pushing the button to the intercom and shaking as the door buzzed open and she approached his apartment. Before leaving home, as she showered, she wondered about his message. It meant she had