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by J. A. Bailey


  She waited in the corridor until he returned, his expression unreadable. Thrusting a slip of paper in her hand, he moved back and ran a hand through his hair.

  Holly gawped at the cheque. “Fifty thousand…? But how did you…?”

  “It’s no more than you deserve, Holly. After all your years trapped…and giving up your body for me…Let’s just say, I have a lot of influence. I can make life very difficult for your uncle. I’ve told him that he is to never even speak to you again.”

  Her heart panged in regret. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Don’t say anything, darling. Just go and live a life finally. And if you need anything, anything at all, come and find me.”

  Pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek, she clutched at the cheque. “Thank you, Daniel, for everything.” She fixed him with a bold look. “I mean everything. Our night together wasn’t just about money, you know. I’ll never forget you.”

  Before he could answer, she turned away and hurried back through the club and out onto the front street. She couldn’t bear to hear him tell her that it wasn’t the same for him. Or even worse, to lie to make her feel better. She glanced down at the cheque. Well, at least she had one thing she wanted. Freedom. It was just a shame she couldn’t have Daniel too.

  ***

  Holly grumbled as her mobile buzzed at her bedside. Reaching out for it, she squinted at the screen, not recognising the number.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s me.”

  Sitting bolt upright in her bed, Holly clutched her sheet to her chest. Even after six months, she still remembered that voice.

  “Are you there?”

  “Yes,” she croaked. “Yes, I’m here.”

  “I miss you, Holly.”

  Her heart leapt into her throat and she held her breath, waiting.

  “Can I see you?”

  “Yes,” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me in then.”

  Leaping from her bed and chucking her phone on her side, Holly grabbed her dressing gown and thrust her arms into it. He was here. Was he really? She’d spent months dreaming of him, wishing things had gone differently. She had a small house now and a steady job but there was still something missing. It didn’t surprise her that he had tracked her down - with all his money it was probably easy - but she never expected that he’d want to. Dashing down the stairs, she flicked on the porch light and threw open the door, her heart thudding.

  “Hi,” Daniel said softly as a grin spread across his face.

  “Hi.” Holly stepped aside and he pressed past her into her small hall.

  “You’re doing well,” he commented vaguely. “I hear you’re setting the world of accounting alight,” he added with a wicked grin.

  Holly flushed and laughed. “It’s not exactly thrilling, but I like it.”

  “So you’re happy?”

  “Yes, I mean, almost.”

  “Almost?”

  “Well, there’s still something missing…”

  Daniel’s brows shot up and he edged close, forcing her back against the wall. “And that would be…?”

  Holly gulped. Could she do it? Could she put herself on the line? “A master,” she said quietly.

  “A master?” His lips twisted as he flattened himself against her, running his hand across her cheek. “Just any master?”

  “No.” She tilted her head up as his lips bore down upon hers. “You.”

  “Thank God,” he murmured against her lips. Threading his hands into her hair, he kissed her lightly and her stomach fluttered. God, how she had missed him.

  “I wanted you, Daniel, almost from the beginning. It was always about more than the money. I just didn’t think you’d want me forever. I thought I was just another woman.”

  “I couldn’t forget you, Holly. I’d never be able to find another woman like you, but I didn’t know if…” He sighed. “I didn’t want you to feel controlled by anyone, especially me, after what your uncle did to you. But I just couldn’t stay away.”

  “I’m so glad you didn’t. I like my independence but I need you, Daniel. I trust you. I know you’d never control my life like my uncle did.”

  “Damn right. Just your sweet, hot body,” he added with a grin. “Now get that tasty little cunt upstairs. I’m dying to bury myself in that tight pussy of yours.”

  Laughing, Holly pressed a swift kiss to his mouth before dashing upstairs. “Yes, Daniel,” she said as she ran. Independence is all well and good, she thought as she laid down on the bed and Daniel prowled over her, but what’s the point if you can’t choose to sacrifice just a little of it to the man you love.

  The End

  Other titles by J.A. Bailey

  Bound by the Boss

  Haunted by the Highlander

  Georgie of the Jungle: A Gang Bang Story

  Waiting for Master

  Dark Desire

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  About the author

  By day, J.A. Bailey is a prim and proper English secretary to a multinational corporation, but behind closed doors, she loves nothing more than to than to turn her fantasies into reality. And if she's not acting them out, she's writing them down.

  When her Master lets her off her leash that is...

  J.A's stories all involve strong, virile men, intelligent women and the raunchiest scenarios possible. She believes there is nothing sexier than a hot woman at the feet of her gorgeous master.

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