Chapter Two – Sunday – Heather

Literotic asexstories – Chapter Two – Sunday – Heather by deerfield920,deerfield920
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Thank you for taking a moment to stop in and read my content. I originally wrote this for myself with no intention to share. But I thought what the heck, did some hasty editing and posted. I am open to all comments, suggestion, ideas, etc. I hope to write other content as well as I get going.

Again thank you for stopping in my little corner of the ether.

be well

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Heather wakes slowly, groggily… her head aching. She opens her eyes slowly and looks at the strange room she is in. Gradually, it starts to come back to her… the utility shed, those men… and him… She props herself up on her elbow and turns, her head still pounding, seeing him sitting there, watching her.

“Hi… ” she whispers, looking at him, still confused, then lays back again, unable to keep her eyes open.

“Hi my sweet, ” he replies and she feels his presence on the bed beside her.

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“Heather… I’m so very sorry. After the incident in the park, I needed to get you away from there quickly. I brought you to one of my homes. A doctor has cared for you, and he will be here again shortly to make sure there are no lingering affects.”

I watch her roll carefully towards me, her eyes still closed. Slowly, she cracks open one eye and looks at me.

“I have watched over you all night. I do apologize for removing your clothes, but I didn’t have anything suitable for you to wear. I had not planned on you being here for quite some time.”

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Heather listens to his words, and realizes she is naked beneath the wonderful blankets. She thinks to protest, but instead opens her eyes fully, smiling warmly at him.

“You saved me. I knew I shouldn’t run so close to that shed…” she shivers slightly remembering it all in a flash… then she looks at him again. “You saved me.”

Sliding towards him, she reaches a hand out from beneath the blankets, and he places hers between his own, leaning towards her, kissing the back of her hand tenderly.

“No one will hurt you ever again… I swear it.” His eyes are dark and intense and serious.. and deadly. She has seen him in action and she knows he means his words.

“I believe you… this was not your fault.”

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I smile at her and kiss her hand again.

“Stay here for a moment. I will bring you something to wear. The doctor is going to come soon to check on you… then we’ll see about getting you some breakfast. It’s late but I thought it was best to let you sleep.

She smiles up at me sweetly. “thank you…” she breaths, holding my hand tightly for a moment, before letting me slip away. “hurry back.. please.”

She is still scared and rattled. I stroke her hair and smile a promise before I leave.

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Heather pulls the blankets up close and closes her eyes again. She feels shaken, yet in this bed, in his home… she is calm, safe, happy. He saved her… he rescued her… he cared for her all night… he is bringing a doctor for her. With those thoughts and a long sigh, she slips into light sleep.

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I am completely unprepared and finally decide on one of my white dress shirts. I check with Marco downstairs to be sure the doctor is on his way then return to her. I close the door quietly as I see her sleeping, but she opens her eyes and smiles at me.

“Hello there.” she breathes.

“Hi. I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything for you to wear. I have someone coming a bit later with some options, but for now, this will have to due.”

She props herself up on an elbow and takes the shirt with a bright smile.

“I will step out and let you slip this on… the doc will be here in a moment…”

She laughs and sits up, the blankets falling from her naked body. I turn quickly, trying to be gentlemanly, and she giggles. I hear her rustling behind me as she slides into the shirt. In a moment, she wraps her arms around me from behind, putting her head against my back. I am very aware of her body pressing against me.

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Heather hangs onto him for a long minute, then steps back and he turns. She smiles shyly as he looks at her, and he is unable to take his eyes off her. She looks down shyly, but when she looks up, he smiles warmly.

“You are every bit the goddess I have been telling you about Heather. You are my goddess!”

She giggles and looks down again, blushing, but is slowly starting to believe him. She lets him lead her back to bed and he props her against a stack of pillows, pulling the blanket to her waist modestly.

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“While I plan to make you mine and modestly will not be needed between us, it is not yet that time. And the doc only knows that you were injured in my presence and I am responsible for your care.”

Marco knocks softly and leads the doctor in.

“Patrick.” he shakes my hand. “How is our patient this morning?” he smiles at Heather, sitting beside her in the chair.

“I’m ok I think. A little sore and I have a headache.”

Dr. Johnson gives her a thorough exam, checking her eyes, checking and cleaning the cut from the blow to her head. The evidence of the slap has all but vanished. Lastly, he pulls the blankets down, checking the abrasions on her left knee and her lower right leg. Satisfied, he delivers his instructions.

“You are a lucky young lady from what I have heard. You are fortunate my friend Patrick was there. I sparred with him at the gym once… once… ” he laughs. “I don’t see anything that won’t be healed in a couple days. Take ibuprofen or acetaminophen for the headaches. If they last beyond the afternoon, Patrick, please call me and we’ll check things again… but I think she’s going to be fine.”

“Thank you doc. I’m sorry to have disturbed you last night and I really appreciate your help and friendship. Let’s have dinner this week?”

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As the doctor leaves, Heather rolls on her side, and snuggles up against the wonderful pillows. Patrick is his name… she remembers hearing it at work once, but didn’t recall it until now. He walks to the attached bathroom and returns with Advil. He grabs a water bottle from the wet bar near the windows and hands them to her. Heather sits up and takes the Advil, hoping it will dull the ache in her head.

“are you hungry?”

“Yes, please.”

“anything, just name it…”

“Fruit, maybe? Toast with a little butter?… and coffee!” she smiles.

“I’ll see to the fruit and toast. As for coffee, I thought we’d go to Apollo together once you have a shower and dress.”

“That sounds wonderful!” she smiles.

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I head to the kitchen and wash some blueberries, strawberries and slice a piece of melon. The toast is done quickly and I place it all on a tray and carry it up. As I enter, she smiles radiantly and sits up quickly, and I can’t help but notice her breasts moving freely under the white shirt, her nipples slightly stiff, poking at the thin white fabric and a hint of her areola. I also notice several more buttons are undone… displaying her upper chest almost completely, providing a lovely view of her tanned cleavage.

I set the tray across her lap and sit beside her, watching her eat. My eyes are blurry from lack of sleep and I haven’t eaten. She eats quickly, hungrily and I laugh as she bites into a strawberry, the juice dripping off and falling onto her chest, running down to disappear between her breasts. She looks up at me and laughs. Taking the cloth napkin, she pulls the shirt away and dabs at her skin, wiping away the strawberry. As she pulls at the shirt, she exposes her entire left breast to me. I avert my eyes in a gentlemanly gesture.

“I thought you liked my breasts!” she teases, and now it’s my turn to blush.

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Heather smiles at him as he blushes, looking away like a complete gentleman. She regards him thoughtfully. He is definitely the same man from this week. The same man from last night, completely destroying those men. The same man, but she is seeing him for the first time. Power. Proper. Handsome. Dangerous. Still mysterious… but also slightly shy. She watches him as his eyes look at her again and she can see how tired he is.

“You’re exhausted!”

She lifts the tray, setting it aside and slips from the blankets. Taking his hand, she pulls him up and pushes him at the bed.

“Heather… I cannot. I have to care for you today.”

“Shut up,” she smiles, pushing him to sit. He continues to protest, but she is insistent.

“I am fine and you need rest. I can see it in your eyes… you haven’t slept a wink, have you?”

“no.”

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“Ok, then. It’s settled. It’s my turn to take care of you… and NO arguing. Lay back…” she smiles softly, pushing at me, making me lie down. I resist and she sits on the bed beside me.

“Please rest…? Marco is here and probably 10 other guys if I know you at all. I am fine and will be fine. Please, rest… please… for me?” she smiles sweetly.

“ok, but only for an hour or so. Please wake me by noon. Promise me?” I add.

“Yes, I promise. Now close your eyes…” she bends over me and kisses my forehead lightly.

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Patrick passes out quickly and she wanders into the beautiful bathroom. She takes a wonderful shower and towels off before slipping back into the shirt. Spying the key on its chain, she slips it over her head. She wanders the condo, finding the master suite but she doesn’t enter, not wanting to pry. A third guest room is also on this floor. Slowly, she pads down the stairs to the main floor.

“Hello Miss Heather!”

Heather turns to see a large man approach.

“Hello,” she smiles brightly in return.

“I am Marco. I really apologize for what happened…”

Heather smiles and playfully puts a finger to his lips. “It’s ok Marco. I am fine. Patrick tried to apologize and I put him to bed… he didn’t sleep a wink last night… did he?”

“No ma’am. He never would. He is a man of singular focus and drive,” he smiles. “Come with me, we can have some coffee and I can show you around if you’re not tired.”

Marco leads her into the kitchen and makes her a wonderful cup of coffee. He leaves her sitting at a small table looking out over the trees for several minutes. When he returns, he gives her a quick tour, there’s a great room, dining area, office and exercise room. The great room opens to a roof top patio, complete with a pool and Jacuzzi.

“Marco, would it be ok if I finish my coffee out here? Is it ok if I go for a swim?”

“Of course Miss Heather. Please enjoy. The terrace is completely secluded and I will make sure the staff gives you privacy. I can call and have some suits brought for you…”

“No, that’s fine Marco. Since things are private… lol.”

“Excellent. Enjoy yourself. Please ring the bell near the patio doors if you need anything at all. I won’t be far.”

“Thank you Marco…” she smiles, then leans in and gives him a peek on the cheek… “and thank you for taking care of me.”

“Thank you Miss Heather, but you don’t have to thank me for anything. This was all Patrick.”

Heather finds thick towels on a rack to the side and finds a lounge chair in the sun. She removes the shirt and sits back, enjoying the sun on her skin. She lays for a long while, letting the sunshine kiss her skin, feeling it’s warmth and energy. A few times her mind floats back to the previous evening and she sits up, her eyes blinking. But she quickly remembers Patrick… his strength and power and determination… how quickly he dispatched her attackers… how careful he was with her… the danger in his eyes when confronting the thugs, and the complete opposite moments later as he came to her.

In a while, she slips into the pool, the water cooling her skin and she floats and swims, enjoying the moment. After a leisurely lap or two around the pool, she swims to the side, putting her arms over the infinity edge, looking out over the park and the city beyond, fingering the key hanging from her neck. Who is this man? Who is Patrick? He is certainly successful and wealthy. He is extremely capable… and dangerous… and… tender and kind at the same time. And he wants her… she could see it in his eyes this morning. She thinks of what he has asked her so far and what he has done… and she starts to put the pieces together. It has been sexual of course, but she doesn’t think that is entirely what he intended… she has added her new found sexuality to this recipe… and she doesn’t think he was entirely expecting it… he was prepared, but it was unexpected… for him and for her. But there’s more. He wants her to be submissive… and obedient… but not without purpose. He wants to take care of her… and wants to be cared for in return. And while the sexual tension is undeniable, it is not all he seeks.

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I wake to Marco entering the room. I sit up quickly, rubbing at my eyes.

“Is Heather ok? Where is she?” I ask urgently.

“She is enjoying the terrace sir. I hope you don’t mind… and she insisted. I’ve got coffee for you and some food. Please eat.”

I smile and stand, patting Marco’s shoulder.

“Thank you my friend. I’m sorry if my words are hasty. I’m still tired I suppose. Let’s get that coffee…and yes, I’m famished!”

Soon, I am heading to the terrace, intending to check on Heather and then eat. As I walk out, she is on the far side, leaning on the infinity edge. Marco sets the tray on a table and withdraws politely.

“Good Morning!” I call.

She turns quickly and I see she is naked.

“HI!” she smiles brightly, swimming to my end.

I sit, dangling my legs into the water, sipping my coffee as she comes to the edge.

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Heather beams as she turns to see him walking toward the pool wearing a white linen shirt and shorts. She swims to meet him as he sits on the edge. Without hesitating, and completely without shame, she stands in the shallow water, wrapping her arms around him, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Hey!” he laughs as she soaks him, but he doesn’t pull away, simply setting his coffee to the side. “How are you…?” his fingers brushing her hair away to examine the small cut and bruise.

Heather smiles and slips from him and back into the water, “I’m wonderful. Your pool is fantastic… I hope you don’t mind…”

“How could I? I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself.” His eyes flash down to her naked boobs under the surface, but then his face darkens. He looks into the distance, then looks back to her, a simple pain in his dark, intense eyes.

“Heather, I failed you completely yesterday. It was entirely my fault. I promised to watch over you and yet those men… they hurt you. I cannot forgive myself…”

Heather knows where he is going and moves close to him and as he starts to apologize, she places a finger over his lips as she did Marco.

“No apologies,” she smiles. “Those men said they had been watching me… and I know I’ve seen the smaller guy before in the park, weeks ago. If you hadn’t been there, they would have raped me and probably killed me…”

“It’s my fault. I should have seen it coming. Should have known who those men were…”

“Shut up!” she laughs again. “You WERE there. You saved me. I owe you my life.”

Patrick looks at her, the pain easing a bit. He takes her hands in his and looks into her eyes.

“Those men will never hurt you ever again. I’ve spoken to the police commander, Sean Kelly, and the prosecutor. They all have long records and will be behind bars for a long time. NO one will ever hurt you… I promise.”

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She laughs at me and slugs me on the arm… “yeah, and two of them will probably never walk right again…” She falls back into the water, and I smile. She IS ok. She is strong and a fighter when it comes right down to it. She fought back against them on her own. I note to give her lessons soon.

“Come here.” I smile.

She swims over, laying her arms over the edge of the pool, looking up at me. I touch her face and then slide my fingers along her hair, revealing the wicked looking cut above her ear. I wince as I see it…

“It’s ok… honest. Your doctor friend put some ointment on it and as long as I don’t touch it much, it’s fine. I’ll have a nice battle scar…” she giggles. “And my headache is completely gone, just as he said.”

“I’m so very relieved. I was worried about you all night.”

“I know… you didn’t sleep… and really only have an hour even so. I should put you back to bed…”

“No, I’m ok. The coffee is helping and I will catch up later. What do you wish to do for the rest of the day? I turn over all control to you.”

“Really?” she beams. “I could swim all day… and jump in the Jacuzzi… and dinner…

“And you shall have it all. I’ll call my friend Sarah and she will take you shopping… get a suit, a dress, whatever you want. Then back here for more swimming and lounging. After that, I’ll have my chef prepare a nice private dinner…”

I stammer and stop talking as she looks at me with laughter in her eyes.

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“oh my gosh, you do like to take over… ” she giggles at him… “and I would protest but everything you said sounds absolutely wonderful. May I add a little to the plan?”

“Yes, of course… and I’m sorry. Whatever you like as I promised.”

“no, it’s fine. I don’t want to make you feel bad… you have been nothing but wonderful to me…” she smiles softly. “I only ask this… let’s have dinner out here on the terrace… I love being out under the stars and candlelight, almost like dinner on the beach!”

“Sounds fabulous!” he smiles but she cuts him off…

“… and… while I am out with Sarah, you sleep. please…” she says, placing a hand lightly on his thigh, looking up at his tired eyes, knowing he needs more rest.

He smiles down at her, placing his hand on her face tenderly.

“please… ” she smiles… “Send Marco and the entire army with me while I shop… I’ll be fine.”

He smiles softly and knows he cannot fight her on this one…

“Ok. I’ll lay down for a bit again. Let’s enjoy a little coffee together and I need to eat.. maybe you would like a bite again too.” He stands and fetches her towel, holding it out for her.

Heather walks purposefully to the nearby steps and moves up, water dripping from her nude body. Patrick turns his head politely, holding the towel out for her. She smiles and wraps the large thick towel around herself.

“Thank you.”

Patrick leads her to the table under the lattice, and presses a button. Soon a middle aged woman brings out more coffee, cream, sugar, some strips of bacon, toasted bagels, butter, cream cheese, and more fruit… strawberries, melon, blueberries and more.

“Thank you Marie. Please meet Heather. Would you like to join us?” Patrick asks her.

“Very pleased to meet you Marie!” Heather smiles, standing and taking her hand.

“You are so pretty Miss Heather.” she smiles as Heather blushes. ” and no, thank you kindly Patrick. If you are good, I would like to take my boys to the park.”

“Certainly. Heather and I can manage here. Thank you for coming today on such short notice. Please say hi to Scott and Peter for me. And take the kiddos to Katie’s… on me… I won’t hear otherwise.”

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Heather and I enjoy some coffee and the breakfast Marie brought. Heather sits back in the chair, her knees up, her feet on the edge, watching me closely and I smile back… “what?”

“I like watching you… even how you fix your coffee… plenty of cream… some sugar… ”

“We are similar then… you take your coffee with cream as well, not as much as I do, but I think you might use more sugar…” I smile at her.

“You know so much about me… ” she says, sitting up. “I want to know you.”

Slowly, as if she has thought about it quite a bit, Heather takes the small key nestled between her breasts and pulls the chain over her head and sets it on the table.

“I no longer need this…” she says, looking at me with understanding in her eyes.

I pick up the key and stand, moving behind her, slipping the chain over her head again. She looks up at me and I kiss her forehead softly.

“I want you to keep it.” I smile. “I know you’ll take care of it and keep it safe.”

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Heather watches him as he finishes eating, sipping at her coffee, enjoying part of a bagel and a slice of bacon. He is still a mystery, but now she feels like she knows him some. And she is completely at ease with him… even knowing what he has seen of her… sitting here in just a towel with him. She fingers the key laying on her chest above the towel, breathing easily in his presence. After several minutes, he stands, gathering the plates.

“Why don’t you head up and take a shower. I’ll call Sarah and you can visit her boutique.”

“Sounds great!”

Heather gets up and pads inside, taking another towel, drying her hair so she doesn’t drip on the floor. In a few minutes, she is in the shower, rinsing away the chlorine, letting the hot water wash over her body. She towels off again and slips into the white shirt, knowing she will steal it from him if she has to. She heads back downstairs and starts helping Patrick with the dishes. He protests, but she insists politely, rinsing and placing them into the washer as he puts away the fruit and other items. Soon, the bell rings and Patrick leads in Sarah.

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“Oh My God!” Sarah smiles walking up to Heather. “Aren’t you lovely?”

Heather blushes and smiles, shaking her hand politely with a “pleasure to meet you…” I stand back and let Sarah’s natural exuberance take over. She circles and looks Heather up and down, appraising her quickly and sharply.

“Heather, you are gorgeous… you’re so very pretty, and built so perfectly… and your gorgeous skin tone and tan… oh my!” she continues… “We are going to have SO much fun. I don’t get to work with models very often my dear, mainly with stodgy old women! You are going to be a delight! Let’s go pick some things to knock Patrick’s socks off!”

As Heather blushes, I smile and intercede quietly.

‘Thank you Sarah. You’re the best, but please don’t break my bank!” I smile and Sarah winks knowingly. She already knows she is to spare no expense on Heather.

Soon, I am lying down for more rest while Sarah and Marco escort Heather to the boutique.

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The whirlwind that is Sarah calms as Marco drives them into town. Soon he parks behind a popular and chic clothing store. Heather wonders why they are in the alley but soon Sarah leads her in the back door and into a private dressing area.

“Please relax for a bit my dear. We’ll bring some water and and a light snack for you while we gather some things I think you’ll enjoy. Patrick told me the sky’s the limit so let’s have some fun shall we?”

Sarah rushes out and Marco takes up position outside the dressing area. Heather has some water that is brought for her and in 15 minutes, two girls are rolling in racks of delightful clothes… swimsuits, shorts, covers, skirts, blouses, dresses, shoes… lingerie, panties, bras, everything a girl could possibly want.

“Let’s start with swimwear shall we?” Sarah smiles, helping Heather to slip out of the dress shirt she still wears. Sarah starts pulling several pieces from the racks and setting them on the arm chair by Heather, then pushes her in front of the large alcove of mirrors. Heather feels embarrassed standing nude, seeing herself at all angles. Sarah steps behind her with a bright smile.

“oh my god Heather. Pleased don’t be embarrassed. You are Gorgeous… perfectly built. I don’t know why you would even need a swim suit when the base model is perfect…” she laughs… “you should see the absolute horrors I normally have to deal with…!”

Sarah brings her several one pieces, and other exotic looking suits with straps and strings and such all over. She gushes over how they look on her, but Heather doesn’t feel comfortable. After several attempts, Heather smiles quietly…

“Sarah… I am so not used to all this… and am a fairly simple girl. Could I pick out a couple simple bikinis and try those?”

Sarah smiles brightly, not taken aback at all… “Of course my dear! You’d look good in a grain sack!”

Sarah leaves and in 5 minutes returns with another rack of suits… simple bikinis and such. They look through the many varieties and select several to try. The first one Heather tries on is a bright yellow string bikini from Boutine. Sarah helps her tie it at her hips and behind her neck then steps back. Heather stands before the mirrors, staring at herself. If she wasn’t looking in a mirror, she’d think she was looking at Sports Illustrated. The thin yellow fabric molds perfectly over her perky breasts, her nipples poking through faintly. The bottom is brief, but covers her small patch of pubic hair well, leaving most of her toned stomach exposed. Heather turns to see the back. It’s perfect, thin but not obscene, fitting the curves of her ass like a glove. She turns back to the mirrors.

“Sarah, it’s perfect, but… it’s missing something…”

“I know just the thing… a simple adjustment to make it so much more sexy…”

Sarah steps in front of her and places her hands on her right breast, sliding the fabric of the cup in along the string, making it narrower, creating a messy pleat of sorts, exposing more of the curves of her firm breast. In a moment, she has made the same adjustment to her other breast. She steps back, looking Heather over with a devilish smile…

“Oh my god Heather! It’s magical on you. Patrick is going to drool!”

Sarah steps aside and Heather looks at herself again, turning her torso side to side… her cleavage is exposed from top to bottom, the string stretched between, a small space between it and her skin, and a generous portion of her side boob is also exposed. Heather smiles and laughs…

“It’s wonderful Sarah! Perfect! Thank you!”

“This is the best part of my job my dear… I could pull out a garbage bag and you would look like a swimsuit model! and if you’re feeling daring, you can slide the bottoms in as well” she winks.

Sarah helps her with the bikini and hands her a soft robe, then disappears. She returns in a few minutes with several other Boutine bikinis of similar design. Before long, Heather has the yellow one, a hot pink, a red, a simple white and a dark green and blue pair, both framed in white. Sarah places them in a beautiful gift box and sets it aside.

”I also provided a second yellow bikini with the lining taken out… get it wet and see what happens!” she teases with a wink. “Next, Mr. Patrick asked me to help you select something for tomorrow at the office. Nothing too stale I think, but not too sexy… but definitely flirty. Let’s see what we have!”

They cycle through a myriad of dresses and skirts, but after a while, Heather pulls out a simple black linen skirt. She slips it on and smiles. It sits low on her hips with a wide band, and the linen flows over her ass and hips into loose and billowy folds several inches above her knee. Sarah brings her a pair of 4 inch black heels and gushes… “Simple. Adorable. Flirty and fun, but still good for the office.

Next, Sarah brings her several different shirts, sweaters and blouses to try on. Several are sexy bordering on slutty. They laugh and dismiss them for another occasion. A few are pleasant but not flirty or fun. Finally, Sarah brings her a pink sleeveless blouse… made casual and flirty with a delicate zipper on the front and an open weave across the upper back. Heather slips it on and smiles… the sleeve holes allow a little peekaboo with her breasts and the zipper allows for some flirtatiousness. Sarah adds a black thong and pink bra. Sarah smiles and gathers the ensemble and hands it to one of the girls for packaging, while the other removes the racks.

“Now… for tonight… a dress… candle light dinner on the terrace I understand? What are your desires my dear?”

“It’s summer, and warm… and I want to be on a beach… so, something flirty and fun, light and airy. Maybe lace?”

“Perfect!”

Sarah leaves and returns a short while later, pushing a rack full of sun and beach dresses. Heather giggles and smiles as they look at the selections, holding some up to her, trying a few on. When Heather sees it, she knows it’s the one. She pulls out a light green lace halter dress and drops her robe, pulling it over her head quickly, excitedly. She moves to the mirrors as Sarah smooths the dress over her hips and fastens the halter behind her neck.

The halter falls over her shoulders in narrow bands, covering her breasts, coming together at a wide empire waist leaving a deep v, exposing the swells of her breasts and her chest. Her entire back and sides are bare, showing her toned muscles and a provocative amount of skin and the sides of her breasts. From the high waist, the lace cascades down over her hips and ass in formless folds to mid thigh. In the light of the dressing room a hint of her nipples are visible, but in a faint light…. like candles, they should be hidden.

Heather twirls happily in the dress as Sarah gushes over her, smiling. They add a simple pair of sandals to finish the casual, fun look. As the girls package up the dress, Heather selects a light spaghetti strap sun dress to wear on the way home. Flowery and colorful, fun and flirty, and short. Sarah holds out the white shirt she arrived in, offering to launder it, but Heather politely takes it from her, smiling shyly, saying no, as Sarah nods in understanding. Before long, she is back in the car with Marco, heading back to the condo.

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Sarah lets me know Heather is on her way back and hints at the dress, but tells me it’s a surprise in the end. I laugh and simply ask the color. Light green. I call Robert and ask if he might be able to make some time for me this evening.

“Yes! Of Course Mr. Patrick. What do you wish me to have ready for you… diamonds, rubies, gold?”

“diamonds?”

“Excellent. I will be ready. And the girls haven’t seen you lately, they will be excited!”

I remind myself to bring the girls gifts and hear the doors. I leave my study to see Marco holding the door as Heather comes through carrying several bags. She sets the bags on the side chair and beams at me, a wonderful spaghetti strap sundress swirling around her hips and legs.

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Heather sets the bags down quickly and rushes to him…

“HI!” she smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder softly, rising on her tip toes, giving him a light peck on the cheek.

“Hello! Did you have fun?” he asks smiling.

“Oh my, Sarah is so much fun and her store… I’ve never seen so many fun dresses and skirts and shoes and…” she stops and looks at him carefully… “Did you sleep at all?”

“Yes, I did…” he laughs, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

“Probably not enough, but it’ll have to do. Ready for a swim?” she smiles at him.

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“Not quite, but please get started and I’ll join you soon. I have a few matters to attend to.”

Heather starts up the steps and I watch her… she is so lovely, I can’t help myself. As she nears the top, she stops and turns, her eyes large and stunning…

“Sarah found me a wonderful suit I think you’ll like… so don’t be long… ” she smiles a flirty promise at me.

After Heather disappears upstairs, Marco follows me into the study. We start discussing Heather’s security plan in some depth before moving on.

“Sir, the gentlemen from the incident yesterday are in jail without bond. Mr. Marzetti assures me they will each receive long incarceration.”

“Excellent. Thank you for seeing to that for me Marco.” I pat him on the shoulder as I move to my desk. “I called Dominic and he will be here to prepare dinner. I also reached out to Robert. Would you mind driving us there before dinner?”

“Yes sir. Happy to. Something for the girls?”

“Yes. I think those snuggle hooded blanket things would be nice for the twins. Greta is getting older now… what do you think…?”

“Tickets?”

“Perfect… Who’s coming to town soon?”

“Dua Lipa would be perfect.”

“Thank you Marco. Get 4 tickets, best seats you can… that way she can brings friends. Full treatment… limo, security, back stage passes… and how about Apple Watches for all three?”

“I’ll take care of it. Anything else?”

“No… and thank you Marco.”

“My pleasure.”

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Heather changes quickly and debates the yellow bikini without the lining, and decides on the top without lining. She slips the top around her shoulders, pulling the cups up over her breasts, tying the string behind her neck. Pulling the bottoms in place, she ties both sides at the hip, adjusting the panties to be sure her pussy lips are tucked in… something that used to make her unhappy, but not with him… Standing before the mirror, she pulls at the breast cups, sliding them in on the sides, recreating the affect from Sarah’s store. Maybe she is sexy she thinks as she looks herself up and down in the mirror. She even slides the panties in a bit… if she’s going to be sexy, she might as well go all the way. Pulling on a white cover up, Heather takes the stairs quickly, but as she crosses the great room, she hears voices and stops. She doesn’t mean to pry, but wants to understand a little about him and what he does. Hearing the exchange end, she rushes out the door, letting her cover up fall to a lounge chair, diving into the wonderful water. She swims to the infinity edge, looking out at the city again.

Patrick is such a mystery. He is powerful. And wealthy. He is extremely capable in the world and dangerous. Yet he’s kind and thoughtful… extremely polite and mannered… caring for everyone. Marco would kill for him it seems and everyone goes out of their way for him… the doctor last night and this morning… Sarah coming here on a Sunday and helping her… Marie interrupting her day with her boys… Dominic, probably the chef coming to cook for him… and whoever Robert is and his girls… he seems to genuinely care for the people around him.

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I jump into a suit and head to the terrace. Heather is on the other side, her arms on the edge like earlier, looking off into the distance. I move to the bar and pour a pitcher of lemonade, adding a healthy dose of Citron and a little orange juice. I gather the picture and two glasses of ice and move to the table by the pool, a wide umbrella offering ample shade.

“Hello Heather!” I call to her and she turns, smiling again, swimming slowly across the pool. I watch her as she climbs the stairs, so incredibly sexy in the tiny yellow bikini, all the more from the slight alterations… the bra cups narrowed in, as well as the front of the bikini bottom.. and the bra is all but transparent. She catches my look and stops, posing sweetly, her smile dazzling. She sits opposite me and I hand her a glass. She takes a sip and leans back, staring at me. I can hardly keep my eyes off her nearly naked breasts, the thin fabric clinging to her perfectly, her nipples erect from the water.

“Who are you?” she asks, the smile sliding away from her face, but her eyes filled with interest and intrigue.

I laugh at her and sit back. “What do you want to know?”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an investor and finance a wide variety of business ventures.”

“Ok… where are you from?”

“I grew up in the Midwest, but moved east after college. I don’t have any family left, but I’ve made my own.”

“You mean Marco?”

“Yes, and many others too. I have many friends… some closer than others, but once I’ve made a friend… it’s that way for life… unless they no longer want my friendship, or betray me.”

“Betray?”

“Break a business agreement, demonstrate they no longer wish for my friendship, break the law… Ethics are very important in business…”

“And why do so many people do you favors? Are you in the mob?” she teases, pushing my legs lightly with her foot. “Will I be swimming with the fishes tomorrow?”

I laugh at her playfulness… but I see she really needs an answer… she needs to trust me.

“I have been very fortunately in my business world. I’m smart, prepared, and also maybe a little lucky… but I think a man makes his own luck by how he approaches life. I know many men in business who use other people to their advantage. I do not… unless they want to play the game that way, then I can go tit for tat. Yet, I chose my partners carefully. I invest carefully.”

“And what about Marco?”

“I saved his life.”

“Really? What happened?”

“I will leave him tell you that story when and if the time comes. It’s his story to tell… or not tell…”

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Heather sits back, sipping at the cold drink, watching him. He stares back silently, just looking back at her, slight amusement in his dark eyes… such a contrast from the killer she witnessed only yesterday. She stands and reaches for his hand, pulling him up.

“Come swim with me!”

She twirls and walks away from him, knowing he is watching. She wants him to watch. She wants him to like what he sees. She stops at the pool’s edge, turning profile to him… stretching her arms up over her head, keenly aware that he is indeed watching her… she feels her breasts lift, and flattens her stomach, rising on her toes… she wants him to want her. She looks at him briefly, her eyes flirtatious as she dives in the water, surfacing halfway out. She doesn’t see him until he pulls on her foot, sending her under the water again. She sputters and comes up laughing, splashing him before swimming to the far side… she is drawn to the faux edge again and settles onto the end of the concrete bench below the surface, leaning her arms on the edge.

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I follow her to the edge and we talk for a long while. Heather is delightful and fun. She is educated and intelligent… insightful… and I mentally note to teach her investing, perhaps set her up with her own portfolio to give her confidence and security. She tells me of her family, about her parents passing in a tragic car accident a few years back… she is financially stable, having some inheritance and an insurance settlement, but she’s far from rich. I know most of this from my early investigations. She is only in the area for her job, and she doesn’t know where she’ll end up. Home doesn’t hold anything for her any more except memories. I enjoy her company but soon, the afternoon is getting long and I have some things to cover with her.

“Why don’t you go have a nice shower and slip into the sun dress? I have a little business to attend to for a moment.’

“ok… more work? Do you ever stop?”

“not really, but I know how to have fun and relax…” I smile… “you’ll see.”

I help her from the pool and wrap a large towel around her shoulders as she pads inside, disappearing upstairs. I take a brief shower, rinsing off the pool and am soon finalizing terms in my study, wearing linen khakis and a crisp white shirt.

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Heather takes a slow shower, something in his words telling her he needed a little time. She towels off and dries her long blond hair, letting it fall in natural waves over her shoulders, a strand falling above her right eye. She applies some light make up, but her summer tan makes it all but unnecessary. She adds some eye lash make up and a slight blush and she’s done. She stands in front of the mirror and slips into the flirty sun dress, the spaghetti straps leaving her glowing shoulders bare, the neckline exposing just a hint of her cleavage and the swells of her breasts. The key rests between her breasts below the neckline. The dress is loose and airy, something Patrick seems to like and hangs in folds of soft summer colors. She contemplates a pair of panties, but decides not to… since they are alone, she wants to please him by going bare under the dress.

She walks slowly down the stairs in her bare feet and wanders into the kitchen, and then peeks out to the terrace. He’s no where in sight. She passes through the large great room and peers into the study. Patrick sits behind a modest but sturdy desk, going through some papers. He stands and comes to her with a smile, taking her hand and leading her to a single chair set squarely before the desk. He sits opposite her and smiles.

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I have reviewed and rehearsed this moment in my mind. I hadn’t intended to be this far along quite yet, my plans had this a full month out, yet events… the attack yesterday, her presence in my condo… and frankly, her… have sped things to this point. She waits for me patiently, crossing her long legs… the gesture both sexy and demure as she smooths her dress on her thighs.

“Heather, I have thoroughly enjoyed our short time together. I believe I have provided a glimpse into the world I wish to share with you… a world I think you would enjoy. The events yesterday were unfortunate, but only solidified my understanding and belief in you. Yet, I am not willing nor do I intend to force anything on you. This life I desire is a choice as I said. I wish to provide you with some choices to which you may agree or refuse. I think you will find a little surrender will provide ultimate freedom.

Heather sits up straight as I speak, giving me her full attention. She stares back at me, making it hard for me to concentrate… another reason I know she is who I want. Her large green eyes, the glowing tan framed by her flowing blond hair is almost more than I am able to overcome.

“If you agree, I would like to present these choices to you verbally. To each, you may agree or refuse. Depending on your answers, I have prepared these in a further agreement. Do you wish to continue?”

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Patrick speaks to her softly, plainly and she understands what is coming. He will lay out further “terms” for their relationship and she will agree… or not.

“Patrick… what happens if I refuse one or all of these things?”

“I am prepared to discuss each item, yet, in order for the relationship to continue as I wish and believe it should, these items are essential. Refusal would be letting me know that you do not wish for what I offer.”

Heather sits back, her eyes blinking, not believing that he would dismiss her… not after all that has happened. He leans forward, speaking softly, kindness and understanding in his eyes.

“Heather… what we have shared this week has been magical to me… beyond what I had ever hoped for. Yet, the world that I envision, the world that I wish to provide and share with you requires a certain… framing. I know you are apprehensive and perhaps scared… I hope not afraid of me… maybe a bit uneasy at the thought of things ending… I believe the life that I offer will intrigue and excite you. Will you hear me out?”

Heather stares back at him… and she believes she understands… and her fear isn’t in refusing him… although she likes knowing she has a choice… but her real fear is in disappointing him… in displeasing him… She takes a deep breath and returns his intense stare.

“Yes… I wish to continue.”

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I watch her for a handful of seconds, and for the first time, a slight sense of uncertainty hits me. Her eyes are fathomless pools of swirling green… beautiful… and terrible. And in this moment, she holds all the power… but it must be so… she must choose.

“What I ask of you going forward are “conditions”… behaviors… I will describe these conditions to you in as much or as little detail as you like, one by one… and will ask you to formally agree to each one verbally as we go. Are you ready?”

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Heather finds herself calmer than she might have thought… “conditions…” “behaviors…” “terms…” The past week, the attack yesterday, this view into his world… they have already convinced her… no matter what he asks… she will give it. She sits straight, her legs crossed politely before him, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she thinks he might want. Breathing slowly, she tries to keep herself calm and steady.

“Yes. I am ready.”

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I see her steel herself, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I smile softly and I see some of her tension wash away. Yet, I feel it inside as well… my own nerves, surprising at how acute they are, lessen some as she returns my smile, her sparkling, beautiful eyes holding my own fate in her hands.

“I would ask that you repeat the terms as we work through them, a verbal acknowledgement if you will. I would also ask that you memorize them for me in the next few days.”

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“Yes, I think I can do that.”

Heather smiles and shifts in her seat. How he is approaching these ‘terms’ is somewhat formal, and she knows it’s important to him. She smooths her dress a bit on her thighs and sets her hands in her lap.

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She shifts in her seat, smoothing her dress, setting her hands in her lap, sitting attentively.

“Excellent. Shall we begin?”

“Yes, please.”

“Rule One: you will address me as Sir or Master at all times, with limited and agreed exceptions.”

I allow her time to absorb my words. “Heather, please recite Rule One.”

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Heather listens to him, thinking as he speaks, feeling a tingle in her spine… Master?… Sir?… She looks up at him as he asks her to recite. She licks her lips nervously…

“Rule One: I will address you as Sir or Master at all times, with limited and agreed exceptions.”

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I smile as she repeats Rule One for me.

“Heather? Do you agree to Rule One?”

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Heather pauses. If she calls him Master or Sir… does that mean she is his? Has she already become his?

“Yes Master. I agree to Rule One.”

As the words leave her lips a crazy rush of excitement passes through her… it has a sexual edge, but it’s something else… is it… certainty? or happiness? or contentment?

====

I smile as she repeats the rule and agrees.

“Very good! I am very pleased. Rule Two: You are mine. You shall consider yourself my property. You belong to me and only me. Your mind, body and spirit are mine.”

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“His property?” she thinks, pausing, again the consequences of the rule hitting her.

“Sir? May I ask a question concerning Rule Two?”

“Yes Heather, you may ask questions.”

“Thank you Sir. How shall I handle social situations when I’m with you… or more importantly not. I will need to interact with people.”

“Yes, I understand what you are asking Heather. I wish for you to be who you are. Friendly. Fun. Social. And very importantly, polite, well mannered and demure… and deferential to me. I wish for you to have friendships and relationships… yet you should understand and acknowledge your most important relationship. And as I am your most important relationship, you are mine. Does that explain things?”

“Yes, it does Sir. Shall I continue?”

“Yes, please.”

“Rule Two: I am yours. I shall consider myself your property. I belong to you and only to you. My mind, body and spirit are yours.”

“Do you agree to Rule Two, Heather?”

“Yes Sir. I agree to Rule Two Sir.”

Heather feels goose bumps on her arms and neck as she absorbs what she just agreed to… including giving herself over to him as his property.

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I see her chest rising up and down as the weight of what she is agreeing to hits her. She is excited, yet composed.

“Rule Three: You will dress as instructed. If clothing is provided to you, you will wear those things and only those things as provided. If clothing is not provided to you, you are free to wear what you wish, but always with my desires and preferences in mind.”

I allow her to absorb these words, and she looks up at me, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Heather, you are truly beautiful… and gorgeous… and sexy. I know this. I want you to know it too, dressing attractively will help you see it. I am also not a perfect man… I am prideful. You are beautiful… and sexy… and gorgeous… and desirable… dare I say hot! I wish to display you. Others will see you… will covet you… will want you for themselves. But they cannot and that fact pleases me. I will not allow harm to come to you from this… I will die first.’

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He wants to display her? Like a trophy… and it dawns on her… like a possession… she will be his arm candy. Yet, she shivers with that thought, of being on his arm, of being his. But if she agrees to these terms… isn’t she becoming his? Again, her mind goes back to some of the links he shared with her… what some of the women were wearing… or not wearing.

“He wouldn’t want that….?” she wonders…

Yet, she has loved the clothing he has provided to her, and as things have gone, she has liked pleasing him with her appearance. Rule three is an easy one for her to agree to. She tingles as she repeats the rule.

“Rule Three: I will dress as instructed. If clothing is provided to me, I will wear those things and only those things provided. If clothing is not provided to me, I am free to wear what I wish, but always with your desires and preferences in mind.”

“Heather, do you agree to Rule Three?”

“Yes. I agree to Rule Three Sir!” Heather agrees with a flirtatious smile, crossing her legs, knowing he is watching.

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She recrosses her legs and I feel a flutter inside. I am truly amazed by her. She looks up at me, a slight smile on her lips, and she doesn’t straighten her skirt, leaving a few more inches exposed. She is teasing me. Amazing.

“Rule Four: You shall be marked as mine. These markings will be labels, or directly on your skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as I desire.”

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Heather shivers a bit as she hears Rule Four. To have him mark her skin… what does he mean? What if he wants her to get a tattoo… and the labels from the library… so erotic and intoxicating.

“Sir? May I ask some questions?”

‘Yes, Heather, please do.”

“Thank you Sir. When you say marking on my skin, what do you mean by this, Sir?”

“That I will or will ask you to… write symbols, words, phrases directly on your skin with pen or marker. Or labels, like yesterday.”

“I understand sir. Is it your intention that I get tattoos… or branding, Sir?” Heather asks, remembering the video… the girl… her skin being seared by a hot iron… she doesn’t know if she could do that…

“Perhaps… one day… but you will always have a right to discuss such permanent marking ahead of time with me. And Heather, I wish you no harm in anything that we do. I only wish to enhance your world.”

“Yes, I think I understand Sir. Rule Four: I shall be marked as yours. These markings will be labels, or directly on my skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as you desire.”

“Do you agree to Rule Four Heather?”

“Yes sir. I agree to Rule Four, Sir.” she says, imagining what marking he will have for her, the goose bumps rising on her arms and shoulders again.

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“I am very pleased Heather. Are you ready for Rule Five?”

“Yes Sir. I am ready for Rule Five.”

“Rule Five: When we are in private, you will kneel in my presence.”

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Kneel? She blinks at him for a moment. As she watched those girls… the restraints, the punishments, the abuse really… none of that really made her believe they were submissive. They were more taken or made to submit. Kneeling seems a choice… a giving of oneself to another… she isn’t being made to kneel… it is a choice… and it feels more submissive to her. She knows what she must do. Standing, she moves around his desk. Slowly, she kneels.. demurely… femininely… smoothing her skirt as she settles back onto her heels. A shudder washes through her body as she looks up at him.

“Rule Five: When we are in private, I will kneel in your presence.”

Patrick smiles at her, clearly surprised at her actions.

“You are such a good girl Heather.” he says softly.

Another shudder as she hears his words… and she loves it… to hear him call her a Good Girl.”

“Do you agree to Rule Five, Heather?”

“Thank you Sir. Yes, Sir. I agree to Rule Five.”

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I look down at her kneeling demurely, looking up at me, ready for the next rule… attentive, smiling sweetly, gorgeous. I control my thoughts and move to the next rule.

“Rule Six: You will obey all instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitations.”

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Heather writes Rule Six. She looks up at him, a question in her face.

“Yes Heather?”

“Sir, what if something you ask me to do makes me uncomfortable or puts me in a personally precarious situation?”

I lean towards her, putting my elbows on my knees, looking into her eyes.

“Heather, do you trust me?”

“Yes Sir. With my life Sir,” she whispers.

“Please trust me with this. I will not put you in jeopardy or risk you harm in any way… ever.”

Heather closes her eyes for a moment, remembering yesterday evening… how vulnerable she felt, helpless… and yet he was there… he destroyed those men like they were puppets. He will keep her safe. She feels his hand on her face and opens her eyes.

“No one. Ever. Never.” he whispers, holding her chin in his fingers gently, yet his eyes are intense and… dangerous… and she knows… he will protect her.

“I know, Sir.’ she whispers back… ‘I know… Rule Six: I will obey all your instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitation.”

“Do you agree to Rule Six Heather?”

“Yes, Sir. I agree to Rule Six, Sir.”

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I know that rule seven doesn’t need to be given, yet I want her to acknowledge it.

“Rule Seven: You will sleep nude unless circumstance dictate or you are given a specific exception. You will compensate with blankets and appropriate temperatures in the home.”

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Heather smiles sweetly. Sleeping nude at his asking has been enjoyable for her. She can’t contemplate sleeping in pajamas again.

“Rule Seven: I will sleep nude unless circumstances dictate or I am given a specific exception. I will compensate with blankets and appropriate temperatures in the home.”

“Do you agree to Rule Seven, Heather?”

“Yes, Sir. I agree to Rule Seven Sir.”

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I lean back in my chair now, regarding her. Rule Eight is very explicit. While she has been very sexual during this past week, other than yesterday, it has not been at my instruction. I need her to understand and acknowledge her submission to me will include sexual service.

“Are you ready for Rule Eight Heather?”

Heather looks up at him and notes a change in his voice… in his demeanor… Rule Eight is important.

“Yes sir… I’m ready.”

“Rule Eight. My comfort and pleasure shall be your top priority. To this end, you will provide comfort and sexual services as requested by me, or you may request to provide services. You will study and learn more about such techniques to continually improve the quality of these services.”

“Heather, I also do not want this to be a one way street. Your fulfillment and pleasure are of great importance to me. I hope the past week has convinced you of this fact. I won’t expect you to simply give and not receive anything in return… far from it. Your orgasmic capacity has me thrilled” he says with a playful smile.

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Heather thinks through Rule Eight, especially as he mentions ‘sexual’. In the back of her mind, she has always known that, eventually, sex would be part of all this… it kind of already has. Butterflies flutter inside and she feels her clit quivering. She struggles to continue as the impact of what he is saying sinks in… flashes of his cock entering her rocket through her mind… and of her putting her mouth on him… a blowjob… or of holding his cock in her small hands… of stroking him… a strong shudder sweeps through her as she contemplates these things and a tiny gasp escapes her lips as she feels her pussy lips swelling and opening….

“Sir… Rule Eight…. Your comfort and pleasure shall be my top priority. To this end, I will provide comfort and sexual… services as requested by you, or I may request to provide services. I will study and learn more about such techniques to continually improve the quality of these services.”

“Heather, do you have questions?”

Heather blushes, looking down… embarrassed at her lack of experience and knowledge… she looks up at him, her eyes glistening… so afraid to disappoint him…

“sir… I… I’m afraid… I don’t know how… I mean… I’ve never done… well… I’ve not had a long term guy in my life… and I’ve never done…. some….”

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I lean forward as she looks down again… I stroke her hair and cheek, lifting her chin slowly…

“Heather… I know that you will be fabulous… and I honestly cannot wait… and as with anything… learning is always involved… and learning each other. It is one of the wonderful things I look forward to… I want to learn you…”

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Heather looks up as he lifts her chin. His soft tone, his kind eyes, his patient and calm demeanor… she smiles weakly, ashamed.

“I will try Sir… I promise.”

“You are an absolutely gorgeous and sexy creature Heather. And I can’t entirely describe my desires and wants of you… it is beyond anything I have experienced. We will explore and learn together.”

Heather feels a rush of pride that he wants her, lust in wanting of him, and relief. She is tingling from head to toe.

“I agree to Rule Eight, sir.” she says almost in a whisper…

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“Good girl…” I smile at her, taking her trembling hand and help her to her feet. I hand her a printed version of the Agreement and a pen.

“Please review this Agreement my sweet. If you still agree, please sign both copies. One for my records. One for yours.”

==== document ====

Consent to Temporary Submission Agreement

Definition of Parties:

The party of the first part is Master, also known as Patrick O’Brien and will be the Dominant person under the terms of the Agreement

The party of the second part is girl, also known as Heather Pierce, and will be the submissive person under the terms of the Agreement

Duration:

The duration of this Agreement will fall between the dates and times as listed below:

Start – Monday at exactly 12:00 AM Eastern Daylight Time

End – Sunday at exactly 11:59 AM Eastern Daylight Time

Rules:

Rule One: girl will address the Dominant as Sir or Master at all times, with limited and agreed exceptions.

Rule Two: girl is Master’s. girl shall consider herself Master’s property. girl belongs to Master and only to Master. girl’s mind, body and spirit are Master’s.

Rule Three: girl will dress as instructed. If clothing is provided to girl, girl will wear those things and only those things as provided. If clothing is not provided to girl, girl is free to wear what girl wishes, but always with Master desires and preferences in mind.

Rule Four: girl shall be marked as Master’s. These markings will be labels, or directly on girl’s skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as Master desires.

Rule Five: When girl and Master are in private, girl will kneel in Master’s presence.

Rule Six: girl will obey all instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitations.

Rule Seven: girl will sleep nude unless circumstances dictate or Master gives a specific exception. girl will compensate with blankets and appropriate temperatures in the home.

Rule Eight: Master’s comfort and pleasure shall be girl’s top priority. To this end, girl will provide comfort and sexual services as requested by Master, or girl may request to provide services. girl will study and learn more about such techniques to continually improve the quality of these services.

Rule Nine: Master will provide clear and concise instructions for all services to be rendered by girl during the Duration of this Agreement.

Rule Ten: Master will provide girl with financial means to account for all reasonable expenses incurred by girl during the fulfillment of all instructions, and further stipulates such expenses be directed to Mercantile Bank Diamond card #4344 7639 9409 8826

Rule Eleven: Master agrees to provide appropriate and reasonable security and safety to girl during her fulfillment of agreed to duties and instructions

Master and girl agree to absolute privacy in all matters, activities, instructions and duties as agreed to within this Agreement and Duration

Attestation:

I, Heather Pierce, agree to the terms and stipulations as documented in this Agreement and take my place as the submissive.

signature: ______________________ date: _________________

I, Patrick Quinn, agree to the terms and stipulations as documented in this Agreement and take my places as the dominant.

signature: ______________________ date: _________________

==== document ====

Heather remains standing, reading the words, not completely absorbing them… her mind is a whirl and she quivers with a strange mix of anxiety, anticipation and excitement. Before she realizes, she is signing both copies. She steps back and prepares to knee again, but Patrick stops her.

“Thank you for being so compliant and obedient. I know you will be a really good girl this week. Yet, this agreement doesn’t take effect until mid-night. What we do for the rest of today is completely at your discretion. You could leave now and return home… or, stay with me… I have a gift I would like you to pick out… and dinner waits… if it still interests you.”

“I.. would it be ok… if I did some of the rules?”

“Yes, of course. I would like that.”

“Ok… sir… I want to stay… dinner sounds wonderful and… if you wish to give me a gift, beyond what you have already given… how could I say no?”

He takes her hand and bows over it, kissing the back in a most gentlemanly manner. She shivers and hopes he doesn’t feel the trembling.

“Thank you Heather… I am very pleased. Please run upstairs and put on the dress from Sarah’s. I will be waiting.”

“Yes Master.”

Impulsively, Heather leans up and give him a peck on the cheek. Before he can react, she whirls away, rushing upstairs with a beaming smile. After freshening up. she slips into the wonderful green lace halter, fastening it behind her neck, letting her hair fall loose and free over her shoulders. Standing before the mirror, she can see her nipples faintly, and it’s fairly clear she isn’t wearing a bra. But, Sarah has thought of everything… two flesh colored nipple covers and a pair of light green thongs are in the garment bag. Heather slips on the covers and steps into the thongs before taking a long look in the mirror. With a deep breath, she heads downstairs.

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I am standing in the foyer when I hear her. I turn and look up, staring… Heather is a complete dream. The light green dress pulls out her bright green eyes, the wispy folds whispering on her legs, the wide V exposing her skin is seductive and playful. I walk to meet her with an enormous and probably goofy smile.

“Oh my, you are so beautiful!” I say, taking her hand as she reaches the last few steps. I guide her down and kiss her hand again.

Heather blushes and I lead her out to the elevator and down to the waiting car. Marco opens the door, tips his hat to Heather and gives me an approving smile.

“Marco… thank you for taking such good care of me… today… and especially yesterday. I can’t thank you enough for your kindness!” she says, stepping to him on her toes and giving him a peck on the cheek. He stammers a “you’re welcome ma’am” and blushes. Heather takes my hand with a smile as I help her into the car.

“Where are we going?” she asks as we pull away.

“My friend Robert has gathered some wonderful trinkets. I thought we’d go have a peek… ” I say… and add in a whisper, “I wish to adorn you tonight…”

Heather hears his whisper… he wants to adorn her… like it says in the rules. She feels a shiver as she wonders what ‘trinkets” Robert has.

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Heather sits next to me and leans into my shoulder, her hand on my arm. I know she is not fully recovered from the attack and I lift my arm over her shoulders and pull her in close, giving her a light kiss on the head. Soon, we pull into Robert’s house. I’m about to knock on the door as it opens.

“Robert, thank you for making time for us today.” I smile, taking his hand. “May I introduce Heather? Heather… this is Robert… a dear friend.”

“Mr. Patrick is too kind and it is my pleasure to meet you my dear,” he says, taking her hand. “My, you are a beautiful woman!”

There is are squeals from the stairs and twin girls barrel into Marco, laughing, as a pre-teen follows down trying to act like an adult, before breaking and running into my arms for a full bear hug!

“Uncle Marco! Uncle Patrick!” they cry.

In a few moments, Marco brings in three gift bags and the girls pull the tissue papers, tossing them in a small storm. They laugh happily… the twins pulling the snuggles on, Greta sliding the watch on her wrist. As the twins open the watches, I pull Greta aside, slipping the tickets quietly into her hands with a kiss on the forehead. Tears well in her eyes as she figures out what they are and she hugs me close. Robert beams proudly as they thank us profusely, carefully making sure they are polite even in their excitement.

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Heather watches the pandemonium, smiling, but also doesn’t miss the tender moment with Greta. She smiles at Patrick and catches his eye, which glistens with a tear as Greta herds the girls back upstairs.

“Who is this man?” she wonders again for the 100th time.

Robert embraces Marco, then Patrick with a warm smile.

“Thank you again for welcoming us into your home Robert.”

“The pleasure is mine Mr. Patrick. The girls adore you… and you spoil them… and me! Please… this way…

In his study, on a leather lined table, he has several pallets with stunning necklaces, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, and other beautiful stones Heather doesn’t know. He takes Heather’s hand and leads her to a beautiful chair and begins showing her the pallets, describing each piece. Heather is completely overwhelmed… the jewelry is beautiful and marvelous and expensive and wonderful. She looks at Patrick standing to the side, watching with a sparkle in his eye, smiling at her.

Robert gushes over her, pouring compliments at her… her beautiful eyes, her hair, the dress, her tan, her smile, her manners, he is effusive. Heather is breathless as she looks at all the fine jewelry sparkling at her.

“These are worth $1000s and he wants me to choose?” she wonders.

Heather looks at Patrick with a question. He moves behind her, leaning over, his eyes moving over the dazzling jewelry. She desperately wants to please him with her choice… to choose something he likes.

“Heather, I wish to give you a gift… to adorn you, I personally like diamonds but please choose whatever you like” he whispers, then louder… “Robert will be insulted if you don’t find something,” he laughs as he nudges him playfully.

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I move to the other side of the desk, letting my eyes wander over the pallets, watching Heather from the corner of my eye. I know my likes, but want her to choose, to select a piece that makes her feel special and sexy. Diamonds are my preference and I only mentioned them to let her know the expense is not important. She stands, leaning over the desk, her hands tucked politely behind her back, her lovely blond hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. The halter also hangs a bit, providing me with a seductive view. At my angle I am able to see almost her entire right breast. She peeks up at me, at my eyes, and she gives me a smile more brilliant than any of the gems, but doesn’t shift or move.

“Robert. Might I see this one?” she smiles, pointing politely at a drop necklace with a tear drop gem.

“Yes, of course… please…” he brings a table top mirror and sets it before her, then picks up the setting. It is a simple gold necklace, dainty and delicate, coming together at about 16 inches, with a small sparkling light green gemstone then a single chain dangles, ending with a dazzling, tear drop diamond. Robert picks it up and stands behind Heather… “Please, my dear… would you be kind enough to gather your hair?”

Heather blushes as Robert lays the necklace on her skin, fastening the catch behind her neck… the green amethyst and accompanying diamond slides along her skin, and settles directly between the swells of her breasts, sparkling against her tan. She feels the excess gold chain hanging from the clasp, extending several inches down her back. She looks in the mirror, the absolutely exquisite piece laying on her body and she is breathless.

“Robert… it’s… so beautiful!” she gasps.

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Heather stares into the mirror as Robert brings the necklace around her neck. The large diamond, easily two karats, sliding tantalizingly down her skin, nestling perfectly between the swells of her breasts. The smaller green amethyst pulls out her green eyes nicely.

“I love that one Heather. It’s perfect.” I say, staring at her… and the beautiful and sexy creature I am transforming her into.

She looks up at me, her smile all the reward I would ever need. I can see the elation and joy in her eyes and her dazzling smile staggers me.

“Heather… it is a simple and elegant piece… an excellent choice. And please, add in these…” says Robert.

He pulls a pair of matching dangling earrings from the pallet. Heather sets them in her ears and she shivers visibly. I take Robert aside for a moment to thank him.

“Thank you for making time for us Robert… and please… don’t charge me half what it’s worth… you are my friend, but you also run a business… and you have three beautiful daughters who will need college educations and fine weddings one day!”

Robert takes my hand and shakes it. “Mr. Patrick. It is because of you that I have my business. So, I charge you what I wish.

“Ok, I’ll just double it and send over cash… you can’t return cash as easily lol!”

Robert laughs, slapping me on the shoulder and returns to Heather, making sure she is decided, continuing to gush over her. In the end, he provides a lovely box for the pieces and hands her a tote. He walks us to the door, thanking Heather profusely, inviting her to come any time, and next time he will make sure the girls get to meet her more appropriately.

“Robert, I would really enjoy meeting your girls next time…” she smiles a promise to him.

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Heather is completely overwhelmed as Robert leads them to the door, saying a final, warm goodbye. The diamond laying between her breasts, the others brushing on her neck… $1000s of dollars easily. And Patrick didn’t even blink, yet the expense isn’t lost on her. She has never known opulence and luxury like this. While she has her money, she has always been careful. Heather allows Marco to help her into the car and she fingers the large gem between her breasts, still in awe. She feels like a princess.

“Patrick, I tried not to eavesdrop, but what did Robert mean… that he owes you his business?”

“It’s a long and sad story, but I’ll give you the short version. I have done business with Robert for many years. Five years ago, his wife Hanna grew ill. She passed away after a short battle with cancer. I visited with him a brief time after and he told me he had to close his business… his girls needed him and he couldn’t work like he used to. I simply gave him an option… turn his business into an exclusive offering, run from his house, catering to the wealthy in town. It was only my idea… he took it and ran… he is now a sort after concierge jeweler… not only locally, but across the country.”

“Oh my god Patrick…” Marco calls from the front seat. “Heather, he is way too modest. Patrick financed the entire enterprise, paid for the addition onto his house, promoted Robert to all his friends, and still does, and makes connections for him wherever he goes… mainly clients, but also suppliers. Robert is now a carefully guarded secret of the elite. People fly in from all over the country… and the world. And don’t forget, Sir, that you have already financed the girls through any schooling they will ever want… trust funds.”

“Is that true?” Heather looks at him, her eyes wide.

“Yes… it is… ” he says, blushing… “Robert simply needed a helping hand… he has repaid my investment many times over… The business is entirely his… and of his making. He works hard… and is a wonderful father to the girls, which is all I wanted in the end.”

Heather leans into him, putting her head on his shoulder again. Marco catches her eye in the mirror and winks, smiling.

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We arrive at the condo after a short trip and enter to wonderful aromas coming form the kitchen. As we turn the corner, Dominic, a large obviously Italian man booms a boisterous greeting, moving around the counter, hugging me warmly.

“Mr. Patrick! So nice to see you again! And who is this lovely thing?” he smiles at Heather. “I see you have visited Robert! How are the girls!”

“Thank you for coming Dominic, you are too kind. This is Heather. And yes, we did just visit Robert… you have an eye for his things… and his girls are wonderful, thank you for asking! Perhaps we can send him something for dinner tomorrow to help him out?”

Dominic ignores Heather’s offered hand and simply embraces her like a bear. She laughs as he releases her, his eyes playful and full of life. “Miss Heather… you are gorgeous! Please don’t blush at the truth! And yes Mr. Patrick… I will bring Robert and the girls a beautiful meal! Leave it to me!”

He hands me a bottle of Italian table wine and ushers us out, turning back to his cooking, singing as he does.

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As Patrick leads Heather towards the terrace, she squeezes his hand…

“Sir, it’s so charming how you take care of Robert and his family.”

“They simply needed help and I was able to provide that help.”

“It’s more than that Sir.”

“Heather, you don’t have to call me Sir yet. The contract starts at midnight.”

“I want to… sir…” she says softly, feeling a stirring again and knows she wants to please him… more than anything. “May I freshen up for a moment?”

“Yes, please.”

Heather runs up the stairs, feeling young, like a school girl and stands before the mirror. The gem sparkles brilliantly between her breasts. Sweeping her hair into a messy bun, she allows the green amethyst and diamonds sparkling along her delicate neck to be seen as well. She pulls the halters to the side of her breasts and peels the coverings, revealing her nipples, erect and standing tall. Positioning the halters again, her nipples poke through the lace. She knows if she were going out shopping or during the day, she would need the covers, but in candlelight, it will be seductive. Next, she steps back, pulling the dress up, revealing the green thongs. She slips them off as well. Patrick won’t be able to tell she isn’t wearing them, but she will. Her clit throbs briefly in response. One more look in the mirror… she hopes the image staring back will be pleasing to Patrick.

“Who are you Heather? Is this really you?” she asks the provocative woman staring back at her.

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A table is set under the moonlight, sand spread over much of the concrete… I wanted her to have her beach. Candles wink from the table and strings of patio lights provide a little more light. I stand quietly near the rail, looking out over the city, the night sounds soft and far off.

“Hello Sir.”

I turn as Heather walks out into the night air. She is so lovely and beautiful and sexy. I take her hand and she laughs as she steps onto the sand and kicks off her sandals playfully. I pull out her chair and slide her in. Pouring her a glass of wine, I fetch my whiskey from a table near the rail. As I sit, Dominic whirls out with a tantalizing array of Italian breads, foods, soup, entrees, one thing after another. Heather laughs at his infectious spirit and booming voice. The finale is a delicious chocolate souffle.

Heather is perfect and exactly what I have been seeking. She is a wonderful companion throughout the dinner… demure… deferring… slightly shy but engaging… altogether charming. She is drop dead gorgeous, the jewelry and dress simply window dressing on a perfect view. And I notice the slight change to her look… her nipples stiff, poking out against the halter. And more to the point, she knows I know. I look forward to the week more and more… continuing the process of making her absolutely mine.

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Heather is intoxicated with this life he is presenting her. She knows what continuing will require of her, yet she believes she wants to do what he is asking… to serve him as he has described so far. Just the thought of it exhilarates her. The dinner is fabulous, the wine wonderful. She and Patrick make small talk during dinner, talking of events, her love of beaches, his wanderings in New York.

The entire evening is relaxing and she feels completely at ease in his world. As the evening passes and the candles burn low, he takes her hand and leads her to the rail, standing beside her, looking out over the city.

“Heather, I want to apologize again for yesterday.” he turns his dark eyes to her, again the dangerous intensity there. “It will never happen again.”

“I know sir.” She wraps her arm in his, leaning into him, knowing she is safe there.

“Tomorrow, we will continue our exploration together. I want to tell you I am looking forward to it more than anything in quite some time.”

“Sir… I have to admit, I’m nervous… but really looking forward to it. I feel so… alive… if that makes sense”

“Yes, it does Heather. I have been wildly successful and rewarded in my life. Luck and hard work… but what we are pursuing is something I’ve wanted for a long time. I am very happy to have found you. I’m very happy you wish to continue.”

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I simply stand with her as the night grows old. I know I will need to take her home soon, but feel more and more reluctant to let her go. Fighting my baser wants and desires, to simply make her mine, I have to remain patient. This life is not taken… it is given… and she must make the choice. Submission giving willingly is much more powerful than submission forced upon a person.

“Heather, it’s getting late and we both have had an eventful weekend. I will ping Marco and we can take you home.”

Heather looks up at me, but there is a touch of something in her eyes.

“sir… I…” she looks away into the night.

“I know. And it’s ok to be afraid. But know this. I have security on your apartment, both through Marco’s team and the police. You will be completely protected.”

Heather remains silent, but after a minute, she stirs.

“i’m afraid to sleep…” she whispers… “my night mares last night were… unbearable… if you hadn’t been there… ” she looks up at me her eyes glistening with tears.

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Heather has never been afraid like this before. It’s as if her entire world has been shaken and she doesn’t know how she will endure the night. Her nightmares were horrible last night and she doesn’t know how she would have gotten through it without him. She looks up at him with the start of tears in her eyes. His reaction surprises her.

He turns her to face him and embraces her… warm… comforting… solid. Her tears come, soft and silent, but he knows. She weeps and shivers slightly in his arms and he simply holds her. After several minutes, he strokes her hair and she looks up at him. He smiles, tender, caring… wiping her tears away with his fingers, brushing a stray hair out of her eye. Without a word, he takes her hand and leads her inside. Taking her up the stairs, he leads her into the guest room. Reaching over her shoulders, he unfastens the halter and her dress falls slowly off her body, leaving her standing naked before him. He doesn’t look at her body… only her eyes. He unclasps the necklace and the earrings, settling them in a shallow felt-lined jewelry box on the dresser. As he turns back to her, he unbuttons and removes his white shirt, revealing his strong shoulders and chest. She blinks, thinking sex is where this is going, but instead, he brings the shirt over her shoulders, helping her arms into the long linen sleeves. He rolls the sleeves up a bit then slowly buttons the front.

Heather is amazed at his tenderness and compassion. It’s like he knows her thoughts. She would have gladly slept naked for him but as he puts his shirt on her, the safety and comfort she feels is shocking… including having his scent surrounding her. He leads her to the bed and sits her up, propping her with pillows, pulling the blankets up to her waist.

“I’ll be right back…” he smiles a promise at her and disappears through the door.

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I know she is unsettled and scared. I know I could take advantage. I know I won’t. I also know I cannot bed her.. not yet… it is not time. But I know I have to take care of her… it’s more important than air right now. I check in with Marco, all is secure in the condo, and at Heather’s apartment. He hands me the device and I walk back upstairs to her.

“Hello there…” I smile as I enter the room, starting to talk before I enter so she knows it’s me.

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Heather feels alone even though she knows he’s coming back. The shadows in the rooms and outside the window hold nothing but bad men and evil. Hearing him coming back, she jumps out of the bed and meets him at the door.

Patrick embraces her and knows now that she needs him more than ever. After a long silent hug, he brings her back to the bed and lays her against the pillows.

“Please… may I?”

He holds out a small flat disk shaped metallic “sticker’.

“what is it… sir?” she says softly… remembering to address him appropriately.

“It’s a monitor and will wake you if bad dreams come.”

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Heather smiles slightly and I undo a couple buttons of the shirt. Pulling it open, I place the device on the upper curve of her left breast. I am careful that my fingers and demeanor and expressions are not sexual in any way. After I place it, I carefully fasten the buttons again.

“It will monitor your heart and create a soft buzzing which will wake you up.”

“ok sir…” she smiles. “Thank you.”

What I don’t tell her is I have the sister device already under my t shirt. It will buzz and chime softly and wake me so I may come to her. I lean over and kiss her forehead. Heather rolls on her side and I tuck her in.

“Sleep well my sweet!”

“thank you…” she says quietly.

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She hears him leave, his steps fading down the hall. There is a soft light in the room from the bathroom and the open curtains letting in the moon light, but soon she is lost in the shadows, seeing lurking men and flashing knives. She closes her eyes, trying to shut out her fears, but she can’t fight it.

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I slip into a loose pair of shorts and clean up quickly in the bathroom. As I walk to my bed, she runs into the room and into my arms.

“i’m sorry sir… I can’t… please…” she whispers

Without a word, I pick her up and she melts into my arms. I carry her to the guestroom and lay her in the bed, and crawl in after her. I prop myself up against the headboard with a stack of pillows, and she wraps her arms around me, her head on my shoulder, relief in her eyes. I am painfully aware of her against me… and carefully control myself. It is not yet time, and I will not allow myself to take advantage of her vulnerable state. I settle into the pillows knowing it could be a long night for her, and a sleepless night for me.

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As he lifts her up, she feels his strength taking her up in his arms, and she calms instantly. He walks with her down the hall, carrying her with ease. He sets her gently into the bed and slips in beside her, propping himself up with some pillows. Heather wraps her arm over his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his shoulder… and sighs… long and slow, relaxing. The shadows of the room recede, the demons hide, the darkness fades.

She closes her eyes and let’s her mind wander as she drifts into sleep. Patrick is a complicated puzzle. He is dominant and implacable and lethal. But he is also caring and tender. His fingers move slowly through her hair, brushing a strand off her face. She looks up at him with a tired smile, and closes her eyes, pulling him tighter.

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I stroke her hair for a while, letting her drift off into sleep. She is a wonderful, sexy creature and I simply watch her as she falls asleep. I pull the blankets up over her, keeping her warm, and lay my head back. I allow my mind to drift forward, picturing her in NY with me, a trip I hadn’t planned for a month or two, but now… plans could accelerate. The trip to the Caymans. My mind pictures her in the bikini from today… divine, luscious, sexy.

I feel the pulsing of the device under my shirt and wake instantly. Heather moans and her body jerks against me. I stroke her hair and touch her face and her eyes fly open… fear and pain reflected there…

“Heather…” I whisper. “It’s ok. I’m here. You’re safe.”

In a few seconds, she calms, whimpering slightly as she pushes her face into my body. I quickly lift her face to mine, looking her in the eyes.

“keep your eyes on me my sweet. It will help it fade more quickly…”

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Heather jerks awake, seeing a man above her. She opens her mouth to scream… and it’s him… Patrick. She feels tears start to well in her eyes and she presses her face into him, holding on tight. Then his fingers are there, lifting her face to his, his eyes looking down at her. He speaks softly to her, holding her gaze… and in a few moments, she sighs.

Heather shifts her body, laying her head on his lower chest, her face towards him, letting her keep her eyes on him. She draws her legs up, and lays her hand on his shoulder. She stares up into his unwavering eyes, his fingers in her hair, soft and gentle, feeling his solidness pass into her body, calming her, settling her.

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Heather lays her head on my body, her eyes staring up at me. She sighs several times as the nightmare fades from her mind. My right arm rests on her arm and my left strokes her soft blond hair. Her eyes flutter and close in a few minutes, and she returns to sleep. I watch her again for a while, thinking. I know at some point, I will want her to give up her apartment and permanently stay with me, but not quite yet. Still, the unfortunate event in the park has shaken her and I will need to take care of her and help her through it. I will let her determine it. My plans continue to change and adjust based on the amazing woman resting on my chest. I looked at this as a conquest when I started, but now, I think of it as a natural progression towards her willing submission to me and of me taking her into my care.

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He is there again, knife in hand. He hits her. He pulls her hair. His knife flashes wickedly as he moves to stab her… and she screams.

Heather jerks awake as strong hands hold her shoulders. She is pulled close, his eyes looking into hers, searching. She starts to cry, weeping and she crawls up and over him, laying her body on his, her face into his shoulder and neck. He holds her and wipes at her tears, whispering to her, reassuring her.

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She cries out as the device wakes me. I hold her shoulders as she wakes. As soon as she sees me, she crawls onto me, holding on, crying openly. A shudder runs through her body and she settles into me. I hold her against me, taking her in my arms. I can feel her eye lashes whispering on my skin.

“Heather… let me get us some water… and I promise… I will hold you all night.”

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I slip from her arms and she sits up, watching me as I fetch a couple bottles from the wet bar. I return quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed, opening a bottle and helping her to take a few sips. I take a sip as well and set the bottle on the night stand. Heather looks at me, then reaches over and tugs at my t shirt… in a moment, I pull it over my head and set it aside. She stares into my eyes and unbuttons her shirt, slipping it off her shoulders, revealing herself to me… naked. Yet, I do not look at her exquisite body… I only return her stare. She places a hand on me as I lay back onto the bed and she immediately lays onto me, her head on my right shoulder, her arm across my chest, holding me tight, her leg lifted up and over my waist. I feel her breasts pressing into my body and fight my carnal instincts.

“I will keep you safe all night my sweet.” I say, kissing her head softly.

Heather looks up at me, her eyes glistening with uncertain tears. She lifts her face to mine and kisses my lips softly, briefly, then lays her head back down, sighing deeply. The shivers in her body disappear and she falls into sleep quickly.

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The night passes for Heather, but each time the dreams come to haunt her sleep, he is there. She never lets him go, holding tight to him, feeling his presence, his solid energy. And as the hours slip away, so too do the dreams. She is in his world. He is protecting her. She gives herself into his care.

She is his.