Fallen Too Far

by Mia Moore

  Fallen Too Far

  (Steamy Sizzling BDSM Contemporary Romance)

  A Tale of Pandora’s

  By

  Mia Moore

  About This Book

  It’s time to get out of ‘The Life’… but can she?

  Being a Professional Dominatrix has been quite lucrative for Annik Dandridge. Her exotic beauty, cultured background and iron will draws the powerful and wealthy. They bow down before her, begging and craving the sweet agony of her lash. She breaks them, and once prepared, she lifts them up to incomparable ecstasy.

  All of her clients knell before her. All but one.

  All but Tom Eldon. He’s been a client from the beginning, and is the only one she has ever been a Submissive with. Yielding to him is intoxicating bliss the moment she surrenders and falls. Pleasure so exquisite, she should pay him!

  Well, almost. This is a business arrangement after all. Although she delights in her time with Tom, it will never become anything more and she knows it. When you get down to sharp points of those brass tacks, she’s his paid whore, and he’s he is just another one of her customers. Even though she became an escort because she had no other choice, she’s fallen too far since the first time she took money for sex.

  But Tom has secret longing of his own, that they could be something more than a hooker and her customer. He’s also smart enough to know that’s impossible. Not only is he too old, he has a condition that ended his first marriage years earlier. Regardless of his wealth and virility, what real woman would ever want him?

  Paul is also one of Annik’s clients from the past. They had a single encounter when she was just starting out. He intended their night together to be her last. He’s sick and depraved, relishing the look of horrified terror on the faces of his victims just as they realize they’re about to die. Annik escaped from him once; when the opportunity presents itself again…

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  Fallen Too Far is the newest book in Mia Moore’s ‘Tales of Pandora’s’ series that combines the best of ‘Pretty Woman’ and the heat of Fifty Shades!

  Born to a mixed race couple, Annik is an exotic beauty who entrances Tom Eldon. What begins as a strictly business arrangement evolves into a steamy and spicy interracial romance with no limits. In this sensual read of domination and submission many avenues of sexuality are explored; multiple partners, spanking discipline, bisexual encounters are but a few of the succulent exploits Annik experiences at Pandora’s—a luxurious Adults Only sex club.

  Each of the Tales of Pandora books are stand alone romance novels. These sexy full length BDSM romances are intended for adults only; adults that want to explore the magic and mystery of D/s.

  A Note From The Author:

  In this novel, my characters don’t always indulge in safe sex. Please, in your real life playing, play often and play safe!

  Love,

  Mia Moore

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2015, Mia Moore

  ISBN: 978-1-927984-69-7

  License Notes

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  Table of Contents

  About This Book and A Note From the Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Mia’s Readers Club

  Chapter 1

  “Annik, please stop…” Jessica whispered.

  “Stop? I’m supposed to just stop right now? Is that it? It’s too hard for you? Is that it, Jessica?”

  “I didn’t know!”

  “You nagged for this! And now that it was getting hard to take, you want to stop? Well fuck you. Sometimes you can’t just stop.” She leaned forward in her chair, finger pointing at Jessica like a gun. “Jessica, you asked me to do this fucking interview. I told you that I wasn’t cool with the idea, but you kept asking. You went from asking, to pestering, to nagging me. I agreed to this interview to shut you up. And now you’re asking me to shut the hell up? What kind of fucking friend are you?” Annik’s words fell on Jessica like blows. She could see her friend, her best friend, recoil from the truth of each statement.

  Jessica stood up. “I have to leave.” Her face was streaked with tears, mascara running like black tendrils of sadness down her cheeks. She was holding a ball of tissue in her hand, sodden and streaked.

  “Coward.” Annik remained in her arm chair. “You know something, Jessica? I tried to tell you at the start that if we went through this, you wouldn’t look at me the same way. You’d see aspects of me that you didn’t know about; I’d change in your eyes.” She leaned forward. “I’ve just realized that I was more right than I thought I could be. You walk out of here now, and I will definitely look at you differently too.”

  She saw the realization in Jessica’s face that she was right. Jessica was finding her story too hard to handle, and wanted to run away instead of sticking with her friend. She had been reaching to turn off the recorder when Annik said this. Her hand dropped. She bit her lower lip as she her chin fell to her chest..

  “You’re right.” She sat down on the love seat and crossed her legs. “Let’s get through this. I’m not going anywhere.” She looked into Annik’s eyes with the resolve that was at the core of their friendship. Jessica Rogers was smart and strong as hell too. Annik respected that about her, and from that respect, over the last two years, affection had grown that created the bond of their close friendship.

  Jessica had been a journalist for almost ten years now with the most widely read weekly magazine in the country. Her current assignment was on the caste system that exists in the present economy. There are many occupations that are almost invisible to people. They are the jobs that are done every day, but people don’t want to talk about them.

  The concept started with garbage men, a job that must be done daily, or the city would choke to death on its own excrement. But nobody’s child brings Dad the garbage man to school to show off what he does for a living. During brainstorming, the list expanded to other jobs—undertaker, slaughterhouse worker, door to door salesman, and prostitute. Jessica had gotten members of the other occupations to speak to her about their jobs. She had thought getting Annik to open up about how she earned her daily bread would be a breeze.

  But Annik had put her off again and again. Finally Jessica had put her foot down which led to this afternoon’s explosion in Annik’s condo.

  Settling herself back in her chair, Jessica asked “Okay, where do we go from here?”

  There was a half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table separating the two women. Annik poured out another glass for herself a
nd topped off Jessica’s. She took a sip, watching Jessica over the rim of the glass. Jessica was a good friend. Maybe this was cathartic for her anyway. It was hard talking out loud about this… but maybe there was a point to it.

  “I’ll pick it up, where I left off.”

  “Wherever you want.” Jessica’s gaze was steady. No, she wasn’t going to run away.

  “Okay. Like I was saying, I grew up incredibly privileged.”

  “This was in Barbados, right?”

  Annik nodded and put her glass down on the table beside her. “Yes, there and here in Canada, too. Poppa, even though he was a black man, was an extremely successful hotel owner. By the time he met my mother, he owned the two grandest hotels in Barbados.” She leaned forward. “Now Poppa was black, and Momma was white bread Canadian. That’s what gives me my exotic look.” She flashed a ‘I’m so pretty’ cheese grin as she swept up her almost waist length, curly hair.

  “Yeah, I know, Annik. I’ve been envious since I met you.” Jessica was smiling when she said this. “Go on.”

  “Right. It was a life of luxury—I didn’t realize how good I had it. I thought everyone lived this way, you know? We had housekeepers, a chauffeur, maids. I went to the finest schools in Barbados until I was fourteen. Poppa was almost twenty years older than Momma and he cashed out and retired. And we moved to Canada.” She looked out the window in the living room. “I’ve lived here in Toronto since.”

  “Up here, the lifestyle continued. Poppa invested his profits very well—the interest alone paid for our lifestyle. Which wasn’t hard when your investment capital was almost a hundred million dollars. Still the private schools until University, still the chauffeur.” She laughed, sadly. “I have no memory of Momma ever driving a car, you know that? She was a soccer mom, yes,” she looked up to Jessica from her memories, “just without the mini-van.”

  “And that was my life until my third year at University. One morning I woke up to my mother screaming.”

  “What happened?”

  “Poppa was dead in bed beside her.” Annik’s eyes closed briefly, the memory of her flying into her parent’s room and Momma shaking Poppa’s still form in the bed.

  The room was silent.

  “And this was where you started to cry, Annik.”

  Her eyes opened and she nodded.

  Annik could feel her chin start to tremble. “I remember Poppa. I remember one special day; I was probably five or so. It was a wonderful day, just me and Poppa. He had me with him at the flagship hotel he owned. I remember him carrying me and telling me that I was the greatest gift he ever had…

  “I found out when I was much older that was the day that Momma had miscarried, almost died, and Poppa had learned they would have no more children…” Her voice hitched. “In his grief, and sorrow, Poppa made a magical day for me—his greatest gift.”

  She burst into tears again. “And here I sit, twenty five years later, telling the world that Poppa’s girl is a whore.” She covered her face in her hands, rocked forward unleashing her torrent of grief.

  And shame.

  It was the first time she had ever admitted to herself how ashamed she was.

  She heard the soft whishes of tissues being pulled from the box on the coffee table and Jessica creeping to her side. A hand pressed fresh tissues into her own. Jessica crept back to her seat.

  The sobs kept going for as long as they needed to. She had always been fearful that if she had ever started to cry over this, she would never stop. Or else she’d shatter like spun glass.

  Eventually, like all storms of sorrows, it passed. Calmness filled her.

  She lifted her head from her hands and looked to Jessica.

  And laughed.

  “You look like Alice Cooper, you know.”

  “Then that makes two of us, hon.”

  They both laughed and blotted their eyes, wiping their faces as best they could.

  “I’m going to just go on here, Jessica. I’m in too deep to back out, okay?”

  “Go for it. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “It took about two years for Momma and I to stop missing Poppa with an ache. It settled down to a throb; but we learned how to laugh again.” She looked at her friend, and away from her memories. “Both your parents, they’re still alive, right?”

  Jessica nodded.

  “It will be hard, Jessica.”

  Jessica’s lips were tight as she nodded.

  “Everything fell apart in my second year of Grad School. I was in a six year program, to become a psychotherapist.”

  “What happened?”

  “It started when Momma got sick.” She looked away, back to the past. “God, that was over six years ago.” Her voice got soft. “It started with unreasonable outbursts of anger. I wrote them off to grief at first. Then, after about six months or so--it’s kind of blurry in my memory--she began to call me ‘Angie’.”

  “Who’s that?”

  “Her dead twin sister. Angie died two years before Momma met Poppa of brain cancer.”

  “Oh.”

  “So I had her tested, and she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s…” Annik’s eyes filled again. “Oh God, it was horrible to watch. She lost so much of herself so fast. Her memory was all over the place, her temper was completely unpredictable…” Annik started to sob. “And she didn’t know me anymore.” She bent forward again, sobbing “Momma” over and over.

  Jessica sat still on the couch. The sorrow and grief coming from her friend was an invisible cloud of cold steam, rolling over and through both of them in its hollow emptiness.

  When Annik sat up again, her eyes were clear. Her voice was almost monotone.

  “She had to go into a nursing home. She had severe behavioral issues, she was incontinent, and she became a wanderer. I couldn’t take care of my Momma, and even full time nurses weren’t enough.

  “I found not a good one, but the best nursing home in the city.” She shook her head. “It’s ironic—Momma wasn’t even aware that I had moved her, she had slipped that far. Thank God we had the money—it cost almost a hundred thousand dollars a year.”

  “Holy shit.”

  Annik laughed. “Not back then. Not yet. Back then it was a drop in the bucket. Our income after taxes was fifty thousand dollars.” She looked at Jessica. “A month.”

  “Holy stinking shit.”

  “No, it was clean money.” Annik’s mouth twitched in a smile.

  “With that kind of money, why did you become an Escort then?”

  “Let’s use the proper word, Jessica. I appreciate the euphemism, I use it myself. But the right word for a woman who has sex for money is whore.”

  Jessica stayed silent, her eyes alone reiterating the question.

  “We were robbed.”

  “What?”

  “Every penny. Cleaned out. Overnight.”

  Jessica’s eyes bulged.

  “Our investment guy—the one Poppa, then Momma trusted with our lives; he’s still in prison, gets out next year was Conrad Neiterman.”

  “Oh shit.”

  Annik nodded. “Yep. The Canadian Bernie Madoff. Four billion dollar swindle, including the Dandridge family fortune.” Annik’s voice had steadied. It was easier to tell of the crime than of Momma not knowing her.

  “Overnight, we had to sell the house. Which was okay. After expenses, we had some serious equity, enough to pay for Momma for more than four years. I moved into a one bedroom apartment, and started working as a server in a restaurant. With my looks and smarts, I was doing okay. Still in school with only a year and a bit to go.”

  “But the money ran out. It took four years, but it happened.

  “I can remember the night when I turned my first trick…” her voice faded.

  “Oh Annik…”

  They looked at each other.

  “Annik, what do you need me to say right now?”

  That’s why she was her dearest friend. Jessica knew, when she didn’t know.

  “
I need you to tell me to go on, I think.”

  “Go on, Annik.”

  Both women sat up straight in their seats, steeling themselves for the next part.

  “I saw the bank account shrinking.” She shook her head. “Shit, I was buying lottery tickets every week, hoping God would cut me some slack. Cut Momma some slack.” She looked at her friend. “He must not have got the voice mail; I sure left plenty, believe me.

  “But nothing was coming in. I had been late for a payment, and I was told by the Home that if I didn’t come up with five hundred dollars in twenty-four hours, they would be forced to transfer Momma to a public home. To a warehouse, Jessica.”

  She sighed and continued.

  “Anyway… I was at work at the restaurant, serving an out of town businessman who kept hitting on me. He was drunk and offered me five hundred dollars to go with him to his hotel room. I was twenty-five and wasn’t a virgin. So I went to his room.

  “It was horrible. He didn’t pay me up front. And then wouldn’t, until he’d done it twice. But I was able to keep the wolves at bay.”

  With a shudder, she recoiled at the memory of that first time, still seeing the pig’s face when he told her to strip. She felt dirty all over again remembering. The smell of his boozy breath mixed with sweat. Then refusing to pay until he got a blowjob. And she had to swallow. She learned a lot that night.

  “But it was five hundred dollars. I needed to make almost a hundred thousand dollars a year after taxes, and I was only a Grad Student, you know? Shit, my professors didn’t make that kind of money. So I put an ad in the paper. And that’s how it started.”

  “I figured I’d do it until either Momma slipped away, or until I could finish school and establish a legitimate practice.”

  “What happened?”

  “I got arrested.” Annik leaned forward and patted Jessica’s knee. “I’m a convicted criminal. I got caught in a sweep, took a plea, and have a conviction on my record. I dropped out of school the day my case was settled.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Jessica… any decent job is gone for me. In our brave new post 911 world, everyone gets a background check. I can’t even get a job driving a cab, let alone as a therapist.” She sat back. “You know, it’s ironic as hell. The guy who stole our money gets out of jail next year; I’m doing a life sentence.”