Free On Becoming Her Sir by Cassandre Dayne Page A

wrong. That’s all I truly want from him. I wish I could let go of the past, move forward to another step. I seem to be derailing myself and I hate what I’m doing. That’s going to stop, no matter what I have to do.
    My Sir Luke has my undying love and my ever growing devotion. I hope I give him the honor and respect he gives me. He is my everything. We’re going away for a few days. I know little about the trip with the exception we’re going to delve even deeper into our journey of submission together. I hope to remind him that he is also a man as well as my Sir. I’m looking forward to the trip.
     
    Jessie didn’t bother reading what she’d written. She never did. There would be no changes and no additions. That was her promise regarding her journal. What she did glance at again were her words about being afraid. The sad part for her was that she remained very much afraid. And after all the thoughts and delving into her psyche, she had no idea why. Her thoughts lingered to Bart once again and the thought was…
    She exhaled slowly after finishing the piece and drained her wine. Luke was late which probably meant he wasn’t coming home for another two hours or so. She’d stopped even asking and certainly hadn’t been attempting to make dinner. Perhaps tonight she’d go out all by herself. Yeah. Now what would Sir Luke think about that? Wrinkling her nose, she left both the empty glass and her journal on the table. Right now it was time for a little music, a little cleaning, then another glass of wine or two. Maybe going to a hot club would do her some good. She hadn’t been since… Jessie had to stop and think about the last time. She used to go with her friends all the time. That’s how she met Luke in the first place. After they’d gotten together they seemed to have little time to go out. Or maybe he didn’t want her to.
    Well, maybe tonight would mean a change in their habits. She picked up a few things from the living room, tossed some clothes into the washing machine and added fresh towels to the bathroom. She stopped in the hallway and glared at the very open door to Luke’s office. Her curiosity was peeked. What in the world was he working on? He hadn’t mentioned any particular athlete at all and he usually did. There had been one football player he’d talked about for weeks, then nothing. Zippo. It was as if they’d met and Luke hated the guy.
    Jessie knew better. Luke wanted to be very successful in his work. While Luke never talked about what success meant to him, she knew enough to figure out he measured his wealth as a man by his pocketbook. Growing up poor, with drug addicts and prostitutes living next door had certainly colored his world in various shades of envy. She couldn’t blame Luke for wanting more, craving the tangible and intangible so blatantly shoved down their throats. Jessie only hoped his need for success wouldn’t overpower the honorable man she’d grown to love and respect. Well, she needed to give him the benefit of the doubt and room to breathe.
    Then there was the call of the room. She nibbled on her bottom lip and moved a few steps closer. There was such a draw as to why and how he could spend so much time in what he had often called the hallowed walls. As she inched closer still, taking a deep whiff, there was a distinct fragrance that was all testosterone. She smiled and rubbed her fingers across her mouth and could swear the taste of him still lingered on her lips. Licking the tips, she took a step inside and caught herself shivering. This was very much like breaking the rules. No this was indeed breaking the rules. He wasn’t hiding his work from her but told her clearly he had to ask. Still, she couldn’t help herself.
    Scanning the space, nothing seemed out of order. Luke was very organized and prided himself in keeping everything in a particular place. She loved the very distinguished attribute. Every man she’d ever had any experience with was a messy