Free Submission: Servicing the Billionaire Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi Page B

Tonight
     
    Master,
     
    She faltered as she began the email. Exactly
what was she supposed to say? She fought to keep her lips set in a
firm line as giggles threatened to burst from her mouth.
     
    Yes, Master.
     
    Mary Kramar
    Executive Assistant
     
    She laughed again and sent the email, hoping
that it would be suitable. Mary glanced around nervously before she
filed the email in a special folder. It wouldn’t do if anyone
accidentally caught a glimpse of the email.
    * * *
    Later, she was riding the elevator to the
street with her coworkers. They made small talk, but Mary was
transfixed on the floor numbers they passed. She couldn’t believe
it when she saw a black town car parked in front of the building,
the driver recognizing her immediately.
    “Miss Kramar,” he greeted her with a warm
smile as he opened the passenger door. Her coworkers ogled her as
she stepped inside; no doubt they were making their own conclusions
based on the paparazzi photo taken of Mr. White and her. Mary gave
them a smile and a little wave as the door shut.
    She sat on something that made a noise, and
lifted herself to grab a white envelope. It was addressed to “My
Little Slave.” A piece of plastic slipped out of the envelope and
Mary caught it. The printed name on the credit card was her own,
but the account number must have been Mr. White’s. Excitement
flooding her stomach, Mary took the small sheaf of paper inside and
unfolded it.
     
    Slave,
     
    The driver will bring you to several places
where I have reserved a small collection of items to my liking for
you to browse through. I require my subs to wear a collar in my
presence at all times. The driver will take you to Tiffany’s, where
I have already ordered several custom made collars. They are
different styles for various occasions, but again, I expect you to
wear a collar at all times in my presence. It signifies my
ownership of you and will keep others at bay when we are out in
public. Failure to wear the collar will result in punishment.
    I also would like you to purchase more
clothes for tonight and the nights to come. Please use the card at
your leisure.
    - M.W.
     
    By the time she had read and digested the
letter’s contents, the car had shuddered to a halt in front of
Tiffany’s. Trembling, she grabbed her purse and left the vehicle.
Mary had never even walked inside a Tiffany’s. She had avoided the
store based on the assumption she would never be able to afford
anything inside, so what was the point of torturing herself?
    She hesitated as she pushed open the door.
There was a nagging feeling inside her that they would know at once
that she was a fraud—that she could not afford anything in the
store. Mary clutched the piece of plastic in her purse as if she
was afraid of losing it.
    After gazing longingly at platinum earrings
with sapphires on display, Mary approached the front of the
counter.
    “May I help you?”
    “Yes, Mr. White ordered a few pieces of
jewelry for me?”
    “Ah, yes.” The attendant seemed to disregard
Mary’s insecurity. She reached under the counter and produced three
black boxes.
    Mary opened the first and almost closed it
immediately, blushing crimson. The first leather collar was studded
with hundreds of small, white gold spikes that were packed
together. It was definitely not something she would wear around the
office. The second was simpler, yet still beautiful. It had an
intricate design but it was not studded with jewels. She would most
likely wear that one to the office. The third—Mary gasped out loud.
It was made of three slim bands of metal that were encrusted with
thousands of small diamonds. It sparkled even in the dimly lit
store. Mary replaced it in the box carefully, and then paid for all
three. God, he has great taste.
    Her chauffeur brought her to a succession of
stores, where Mary pawed through a selection of dresses and skirts,
which ranged from highly inappropriate to dangerously sexy. Her
cheeks burned throughout