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J came closer. His height towered over her, and even in the broad daylight, he was imposing. Especially now. Amy could see the anger in J’s eyes. It was scary, to see him riled up like this.
The two of them looked into each other’s eyes. His dark ones fixed her light ones, and for a second she felt something. There wasn’t just anger in that look. No, there was something else.
Before she could figure out what it was, J went back to his desk. He sat down and started to pull out a stack of papers from his drawers. He motioned for Amy to sit down.
“We weren’t all raped and abused, so I’m sorry you won’t get to write your sob story,” J said. “Do you even know why we call this The Sanctuary?”
Amy’s cheeks burned. “No,” she said.
“I didn’t think so,” J said. He tapped his fingers against the wood of the desk. “It’s because we want everyone to feel safe here. Regardless of what they’re into. And you barging into that scene certainly didn’t make Lucy or anyone feel safe.”
“But she was crying, how was I supposed to know-”
J put his hand up and Amy’s voice stuck in her throat. What was she supposed to say?
“I shouldn’t even be doing this,” J said under his voice.
“What?”
“Normally, we only make contracts once. You break them and you’re out,” J said. “But I’m offering you a second chance.”
He slid the papers to Amy across the desk. She touched her fingers to them gingerly, as if they would burn her. Another contract? Why?
“You still want to do research for your little article, right?” J said. “So then sign the contract. Spend one week with me as your Dom.”
Amy’s mind couldn’t grasp the words. Sure, one night at a sex club was one thing, but a whole week as someone’s submissive? His submissive? But wait, didn’t Mimi say J didn’t take submissives? Just thinking of spending a whole week with J, doing whatever it is that Doms and submissives do sent a tingle down Amy’s spine.
Amy scanned over the contract. The paper was thick and heavy. For some reason, that made her even more hesitant to sign it. As if it made any difference. On thick or thin paper, it would still be just as binding.
As she looked over it, words jumped out at her. Hard Limits. Soft Limits. Safe Words. They went on and on. Bondage. Nipple torture?
That’s where Amy had to draw the line. She slammed the paper down on the desk.
“Don’t you dare try to hurt me!” she yelled. “If you hurt me, I’ll storm right out of here and expose you as the sadistic bastard you are!”
J smiled. Amy had expected a different reaction. Anger. Something.
“Dear Ms. Lopez…Excuse me, Ms. Cryan,” J said. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.”
Yeah, he better not. Amy picked up a pen, happy that she had put her foot down.
“At least not unless that was exactly the thing you were screaming out for me to do.”
Amy dropped the pen. Her breath caught in her throat. Why was she feeling this way? She would never scream out for him? Right? This was just about work.
She picked up the pen again and ignored him. Signing this was her ticket to job stability. Amy pressed down and watched as the ink spread across the page. There. It was finished.
Chapter 9
J reached across and collected the papers. He peeked at the signature and smiled for a moment before sliding them into a drawer.
Then it was just him and Amy. The silence was enough to choke her. He was her Dom, and she was his sub. Whatever that meant. So what was next? Were they just going to sit there?
“Now,” J said.
He stood up and walked towards Amy. She followed him with her eyes, a little apprehensive. Just what exactly did he have in mind? She held her breath.
“I thought that we might try a little experiment,” he said.
J suddenly jerked Amy’s chair backwards. She let out a yelp and clutched onto the arms. Her fingernails dug in so hard she almost thought they would break. Then J stood in the space between Amy and the desk. He was directly in front of her, just inches away.
As Amy looked up at him, her throat went dry. She wasn’t sure she wanted to participate in this so-called experiment.
“Close your eyes,” J said.
“What?” Amy said. “Why?”
J crossed his arms and leaned back against the desk.
“Look, I’m not saying that you have to do every single thing I ask you to without question, but we have to start somewhere,” he said. “All I’m asking you to do is to close your eyes.”
A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Trust me.”
Should she? Amy ran over the situation in her head. She was alone, with a man known for running a sex club, in his mansion. She had just signed a contract agreeing to be his sub. And now he was asking her to trust him.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew that she should have jumped off her chair and run out of the mansion as soon as he started talking about contracts. But she hadn’t. Why? That stupid smile.
Amy closed her eyes.
As soon as she did, all the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. Amy waited. Her ears strained to hear J’s actions, but all she could make out were the sounds of his footsteps walking around her. What was he doing?
Amy tapped her fingernails against the wood of the chair. She was restless. The sound of her own breath grew louder and louder in her ears.
It was coming any moment. J was going to hit her with a whip, or slap her with one of his canes. He stepped closer and Amy flinched, preparing herself for a blow. But there was nothing.
Her whole body felt live with electricity, tingling all the way to her toes. Amy gritted her teeth. A million different situations ran through her mind. He would tie her up, or maybe he would handcuff her. J would punish her again with the tawse. Maybe he even had someone else in the room, laughing at her situation.
Of course. What would be a better way to get back at her? Maybe it was even her boss. Amy’s stomach churned.
So when J’s hands touched Amy’s shoulders, she jumped. She almost got up and ran, but the strong, sure feeling of J’s hands kept her still. At first he didn’t move them. They just rested there. Their warmth sunk through the fabric of Amy’s top and heated her skin just enough for her to notice.
And then they were gone.
Instead of warmth, Amy felt cold. Even though it had only been a moment, Amy missed J’s touch on her body. Sitting there with her eyes closed, she even wished for the feeling again.
And it came. J’s hands rested on Amy’s shoulders again, but this time they didn’t stay there. Slowly, they started to roam her body.
Down her arms, touching each fingertip. Across her collarbone and up her neck. J’s fingers drew lazily over Amy’s jaw.
There wasn’t anything special to it. He was just touching her. That was all. But somehow, it felt like everywhere J’s fingers went was hot with fire. Even between Amy’s legs, where he hadn’t touched, burned with warmth.
J traced the shape of Amy’s lips and she felt them drop open. Why? He hadn’t told her to.
Amy waited. Maybe J’s lips would touch hers. Maybe he would pull her out of her chair, bend her over the desk and…
J’s touch left her again.
Amy had just enough time to squirm before she felt him drag his fingers across her chest. Even under the fabric, her nipples were sensitive enough to feel J linger there as his fingers moved down her body. They hardened under his touch.
Just as soon as Amy was enjoying the feeling, J’s fingers were gone. They moved down her stomach, tickling it gently. Then J was on Amy’s thighs. His hands kneaded the soft flesh there, squeezing and pulling at it.
By the time he reached Amy’s knees, she felt like she was about to explode. Although she had started out wanting to run away, all Amy wanted was for J to take her right there in her seat.
When J pressed her knees open, Amy let out a s
igh. Finally. It was coming.
His fingers trailed up the inside of her thighs. He inched closer and closer to the warm spot between her legs until he was achingly close. A single finger pressed on the wetness of Amy’s panties. She curled her toes, waiting.
J circled the spot. He circled round and round, never giving Amy release. It wasn’t until she let out a whimper that Amy knew just how badly she wanted his touch.
That’s when he gave it to her. J’s finger hooked around Amy’s panty and drew it aside. She felt the cool air blow against her skin. And then he touched her.
J’s finger plunged into Amy’s wetness. He buried his finger up to the knuckle in her and she moaned. Finally. This was what she had been waiting for.
But as soon as it had happened, it was over. J’s finger was gone. Amy’s panties were back in place. Her skirt was down. What?
Amy couldn’t take it anymore. She was about to open her eyes when she heard J’s voice.
“Open.”
Without even thinking, Amy’s mouth dropped open. J put his finger inside, and Amy’s lips closed around it. As the taste coated her tongue, she realized what she had done.
Her mind raced. What was she doing? Did she really let him put that in her mouth?
But even as the thought ran through her head, Amy’s mouth still sucked hungrily at J’s finger. Her body was still burning. Her heart was still thumping.
J slowly pulled his finger out of Amy’s mouth.
“You can open your eyes now,” he said.
When Amy did, she saw him standing in front of her, just like before. Only now, his grin was even wider.
“How was that?” he asked.
Amy’s cheeks filled with red. She refused to answer him, but she didn’t have to. He knew. Instead of waiting for her to speak, J continued.
“You could have stopped me,” He said. “You could have opened your eyes or walked out. But you didn’t.”
J paused and came close enough that his face was just in front of Amy’s.
“You did exactly what I told you to,” he said. “And I didn’t even have to use a single rope to get you to do it.”
J touched his finger to the tip of Amy’s nose and dragged it down over her lips.
“I just had to use the tiny tip of my finger,” he said. “Who knew it was that powerful? Huh?”
“Is that all?” Amy pulled herself away from J’s touch.
“For now,” J said. “Consider that your first session.”
Amy stood up and started to walk out of the door.
“Oh, and Ms. Cryan?”
Amy stopped, turning to look back at him. “Yes?”
“See you tomorrow.”
YOU’VE REACHED
“THE END!”
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