They had barely made it through the door when Rhett lifted her into his arms and rushed upstairs to make love to her again. After that he bathed her and carried her back to his bed. She had never felt more cherished in her life.
"Baby, when these ten nights are over, I want you to think about moving in with me." He stroked her hair as she rested her head on his chest, exhausted.
All of a sudden Leah was wide awake. Lifting her head she looked deep into his blue eyes. "You want me to move in, Sir?" She was floored, his request came out of the blue, and it had her heart jumping for joy.
"I think you and I are very compatible, and whatever happens on the rest of our nights, I want you to be my slave." His smile faded when he saw a look of sorrow enter her gaze.
"You want me to be your slave? To do this all the time?" She'd hoped he meant that he cared for her as much she did for him, but it seemed as though he just wanted to control her and have sex with her whenever he wanted.
"Yes, sweetheart, you've proven how willing you are to learn, and I enjoy teaching you." It was clear from the look on her face that she wasn't happy about his proposal, though he didn't understand why.
"I need to think about it," she whispered, trying very hard to hide her hurt feelings.
"Okay, baby, get some sleep, I know you're tired." He caressed her hair, baffled by her reluctance.
Leah laid her head on his chest once again and closed her eyes, willing the tears not to fall. Living as his slave would mean never being able to have a normal relationship with him. She enjoyed playing with him, it had been more fun than she had ever expected to have with a man, but if that was all there was to it, she wasn't sure she could do it.
When she woke the next morning Leah found Rhett was already gone, though he had left a note for her on the pillow, thanking her for another wonderful night.
Her heart ached as she drove home. Maybe Janie was right, she thought, and her feelings were becoming too involved, but try though she did to turn them off she knew it was too late for that.
By the time she reached the campus she had decided only one thing, that she would put off making a decision about his proposal until the ten nights were over. She would enjoy the remaining nights she had agreed to, and then she would work out what she was going to do.
10
MAKE BELIEVE
Leah was still in a state of emotional turmoil over his proposition when she made it back to her dorm. The thought of walking away from him was painful, but was she willing to be his slave, could she accept being that and nothing more to him? She wasn't sure.
"Stop thinking," she told her, speaking aloud, "just live in the moment, for a change." She had seven nights left out of the ten she'd agreed to, seven nights in which anything could happen.
Determinedly she put his proposition from her mind while she went to run a bath; she would make a decision when the ten nights were over.
When a knock sounded twenty minutes later, Leah knew it was another gift from Rhett, Janie rarely knocked. Dragging herself from the now tepid water she quickly wrapped a towel around herself and made for the door.
She thanked the UPS delivery guy, tipped him, and tore off the wrapping so she could open the box the moment she had closed the door behind him. She was surprised to find herself looking at an iPhone, the latest model, a note resting on top of it.
Lifting the card out of the box she read it, 'Keep this with you at all times, I worry about you.' It was sighed R.H. and she shook her head. She already had a cell phone, granted it wasn't as nice as the one in the box she was holding, but it was still perfectly capable of doing anything she needed.
She was so startled when the phone began to buzz, she hadn't even realized it was already switched on, she almost dropped the box. Glancing down at the screen she saw Rhett's name; it didn't surprise her that he had already programmed his name into it. Taking the phone out of the box she read the text.
"Baby, can you get off work for a few days? I need to go to Mexico tomorrow night and would love for you to come with me."
She was floored by the text and stared at the words for a few seconds before she replied. "I don't know if I can do that, Sir, I only have two weeks left until the job ends." She hit send and stared at the phone, waiting for his reply.
After five minutes passed without a reply from Rhett Leah decided to get ready for work, figuring he wasn't going to respond. She had dressed, and was just pulling her hair up into a ponytail when she heard the phone buzz again.
"I just wired ten thousand dollars into your account, sweetheart, and one of my interns will finish up your two weeks. I really want you to take this trip with me."
Leah's jaw dropped and her mouth hung open as she read the text; she couldn't wrap her mind around how overbearing he was being. Ten thousand dollars was almost as much as she had earned all year. She didn't really want to go in to work, and the money would certainly be handy, she admitted to herself, but the entire situation felt wrong to her.
She didn't want his money, she wanted to earn her own money; it was damned presumptuous of him to just transfer money into her account so she would go away with him, she thought. How did he even know her account number to transfer the money? She wondered.
Not only that, but the notion of him getting one of his interns to fill in for her seemed more than a little wrong.
Pacing her bedroom Leah resisted the urge to follow her first instinct; ring Rhett and tell him to go to hell. In the real world people didn't go around giving other people ten thousand dollars just to go away with them. Then she thought of Janie, and realized that that was exactly what some people did.
The situation was slightly different, in her case it was her father, but Janie still had someone who paid for everything for her. That wasn't what Leah wanted for herself though, she didn't want someone taking care of her, and certainly not in such a high-handed manner, taking decisions out of her hands, or trying to.
In the end Leah chose not to answer the text. Doing so was only likely to lead to either her being annoyed, or Rhett being angry at her.
Leah felt as though her brain was going to explode from all the thoughts buzzing around it, even doing every job she could find or create around the school store didn’t help. Nothing she did seemed to help, no matter how many times she drove one thought from her mind, half a dozen more were waiting to take its place.
The phone Rhett had given her had sounded several times during the day, but she'd ignored it. Now her shift was over she knew she couldn't avoid him any longer. If she did the chances were he would be in extreme Dom mode when she made it to the mansion, if she went.
Taking the phone out Leah spent a few moments thinking about what she was going to say, and then she began typing. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you putting money into my account, and making decisions about my job, Sir." She added her name and then sent the text.
The reply came back a couple of minutes later. "I wouldn't normally mess with your work schedule, sweetheart, but I can't stand the thought of being away from you for two days, RH."
Well hell, what was she supposed to say to that? Leah wondered; all her steam disappeared like a puff of smoke at his sweet words. The thought of being without him for two days wasn't a pleasant one, and after a moment she had decided on her reply. "I want to be with you too, but please, Sir, no more messing with my work." Leah's hands trembled as she sent the text, not because she was afraid of how he'd take her message, but because his words made her think they had a chance at something more.
"See you at nine, sweetheart, and you have my word, I won't mess with your career again, RH."
Leah knew she wore a goofy smile as she finished locking the shop up and then made for the car Rhett had given her, but try though she did she couldn't get rid of it. He could be reasonable about some things she thought as she headed home.
Her wardrobe was much improved since meeting Rhett, Leah thought with a grin as she picked out one of the dresses he had bough
t her the previous evening. She changed quickly and was just putting the finishing touches on her makeup when Janie walked in.
Seeing her friend in an expensive outfit, which she knew she hadn't owned previously, and putting on makeup, Janie became angry. It was clear to her that Rhett hadn't broken things off like she'd expected. "You're seeing him again, aren't you," she accused, barely keeping her voice under control.
"Yes," Leah answered, not understanding her friend's tone. "I'm just about to leave to head over there."
"After what happened the other night? After the way you were yesterday?"
"Yes. I'm going to enjoy the rest of these ten nights, Janie, and after that, well, whatever happens, happens," Leah told her, determined that for once in her life she was going to live in the moment and do what she wanted to do, without endlessly debating every angle of every decision with herself. A small corner of her mind told her that she had been doing exactly that all day long, but she quickly smothered it, not wanting to think any more.
"This is crazy, Leah. Think about what a nervous wreck you were yesterday morning; you were in tears because of Rhett and what he did to you. You can't handle this lifestyle, not yet; he's pushing you into it too hard, and the longer you stay in the harder it will be for you to get out.
"If you don’t get out now you're going to get hurt, and much worse than what he did to you the other night." Janie couldn't believe her friend still wanted anything to do with Rhett after the state she had found her in the previous morning. She was used to the lifestyle, and most likely could have handled what happened with Rhett, but Leah, Janie mentally shook her head, she just wasn't ready for all it.
While she was angry at her friend for the decision she had clearly made, Janie was even angrier with Rhett, whom she had thought was going to have the decency to end things after their conversation.
"He won't hurt me, he cares about me."
"Has he said that?" Janie asked. "Has he actually said that he cares about you?"
"He asked me to move in with him," Leah said in answer, not bringing herself to add that he wanted her as a slave.
"Whoa!" Janie was so surprised she half expected to find herself on the floor; it was a few moments before she could bring herself to speak again. Rhett asking Leah to move in with him was definitely not the outcome she had expected following their chat. "So he's willing to have a vanilla relationship?" she asked, not quite believing it, to the best of her knowledge, Rhett had not had a vanilla relationship since the moment he discovered the lifestyle of doms and subs.
"Not exactly," Leah admitted, her voice dropping almost to a whisper, as if she didn't really want her friend to hear her.
Recognition dawned on Janie and she dropped onto the bed, not liking where things were heading. "He wants you to be a full time submissive." It wasn't a question, and she knew the idea was worse than Rhett just stringing her along.
"His slave," Leah said, feeling less disgust than she had when the proposal had been put to her.
"You know this is a bad idea, right?" She doubted her friend really understood what that type of lifestyle involved, especially with someone like Rhett. "He'll destroy you, honey." She knew her friend better than anyone else, and had seen the state she'd been left in just the day before. Rhett could be intense in small doses; living with him would be like giving up her entire life, and everything she had ever wanted from it. "You'll never have a job, never be able to do anything except what he tells you, that's what he's offering, Leah. Your life will be his to control."
"I haven't said yes." Leah knew her friend meant well, and even agreed with her on most of what she was saying, but the decision was hers to make.
"Damn it, Leah, think about this, you'd belong to him, without any conditions. I know Rhett, he wouldn't accept anything less." It wasn't her life, but someone needed to save her best friend from herself, Janie thought angrily.
"I don't want to talk about this right now, Janie; I'm going to be late." Leah didn't like that her friend was touching on all her own concerns. "I'm going to Mexico with Rhett tomorrow night; we'll be back in a few days. We can discuss this, AFTER, I make my decision." Though it wasn't like her to do so, she didn't give her friend a chance to speak again, she simply walked out of her dorm room, headed downstairs to her car and drove away.
By the time she made it to Rhett's Leah was in control of her anger. She loved Janie like a sister, but it galled her that she thought she knew what was best for her. She hadn't said yes, yet; she was still considering the offer and she didn't need her best friend trying to force her into making a decision she might regret later.
When the butler answered the door she followed him down to the dungeon without speaking. Her mind was wholly focused on enjoying the time she would be sharing with Rhett; if she decided not to take up his offer then it would all be over in a week and she wanted to make the most of it.
Reaching the foot of the stairs Leah came to an abrupt halt, gasping at the sight before her. The dungeon had been transformed. Instead of the usual lighting, the room was lit by a series of flaming red candles, set at regular intervals around the dungeon. In the light from the candles she saw that all the furniture had been draped with black silk coverings, hiding them from view, with the exception of one table. The table was covered in what looked like white fur.
As she crossed the dungeon to the changing room Leah looked around at the new look, wondering what Rhett had in mind for their night together.
Hanging on the back of the changing room door was a sheer white nightgown. It looked almost medieval, Leah thought as she took it down to examine it.
She undressed quickly and slid the gauzy material over her head. It had two straps to cover her breasts, was snug at her small waist, and then fell to her ankles in soft folds. It was almost completely see-through, but she loved it.
With the gown on she decided her hair wasn't right and pulled it out of the ponytail, shaking it out so it fell down her back in a long curtain.
She was a little relieved not to be naked again as she re-entered the dungeon and knelt before the cross, though she realized she was gradually becoming accustomed to displaying her body. Since she had been given no indication of when Rhett might arrive, Leah looked around to pass the time, noticing the rose petals scattered at various places around the room. The Gothic looking scene made her smile, and she wondered again what Rhett had planned.
It wasn't long before she was given an idea of what was going on. After just a few minutes Rhett walked down the stairs and into the dungeon; he was dressed in a black tuxedo, with a red bowtie and when he smiled at her he revealed a pair of prominent fangs.
She had to resist the urge to laugh at the sight of the fangs, at the same time she felt herself grow moist. She knew the fangs were fake, but they looked real, and the overall image could have convinced her that he was a vampire. He made a very sexy vampire, she thought.
"My beauty should not kneel; you shall serve me with your blood tonight, not your knees," he said when he reached her, smiling at the look of surprise that covered her beautiful face. "Are you prepared to offer your body to me freely tonight, my dear?" he asked, an accent to his voice as he strove to pull her into the fantasy he was weaving.
Leah didn't hesitate. "My body is yours, Sir, do with it as you wish," she told him, deciding that if he wanted to play a game, she was happy to go along with him.
Nodding in satisfaction he took her hand and led her to the table in the center of the dungeon. "If you are truly prepared to offer yourself up to me then climb up onto the altar and lay your life in my hands." His dark blue eyes filled with heat as he thought of the game, which was only just beginning.
Allowing herself to sink into his world of make believe, Leah climbed up onto the table and laid back. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come, which she could only guess at, as she lifted her hands above her head and clasped them together, wanting to appear like a perfect sacrifice.
He walked around t
he table, enjoying the shivers that ran through her delectable body. He was glad the roleplaying was turning her on, and made a note to do it again with her another night. "We must lose this dress, my dear," he told her, "I wish to see what you have to offer me."
Pulling a dagger from a holder in his sash, Rhett held it up before her, turning it so it picked up reflections from the candlelight. Her trembling increased, magnifying his arousal, and lowering the blade he traced the point of it over her skin, making her flinch. "Don't move an inch, dear one; I would hate to make you bleed too soon." Her eyes widened and she struggled to keep herself still as the blade trailed up her arm, across her shoulders and down the other arm.
Rhett moved the blade back up her arm and then lightly ran the point down her chest. She flinched again as the blade moved between her breasts, but quickly froze. Seeing her reaction he smiled in pleasure before slowly tracing the blade back up to her throat. The fear in her eyes was a tremendous aphrodisiac, but he knew it was time to move on and he slid the blade under first one strap and then the other.
The flimsy material parted easily under pressure from the razor sharp blade and with the straps cut he once more traced the blade down between her breasts. He didn't stop that time though; instead he kept the blade moving, slicing through the gown from the straps that hid her breasts to the hem.
Placing the knife on the 'altar' Rhett took hold of the two halves of the gown and pulled them apart, leaving her bare to his gaze. The cool air made her nipples rise, hardening them to stiff peaks, while the dampness between her thighs told him how much she was enjoying what he was doing.
"My sacrifice has a beautiful body," he said, before lowering his head to trail his tongue down the same path the dagger had recently taken. "You have no idea what I long to do to you tonight."
Leah noted the laugh he gave then wasn't his usual one; it was high and held a touch of evil and she felt a frisson of fear move through her as she became lost in the world of make believe he was creating. She was brought out of it for a moment as his tongue delved into her navel, making her wriggle and laugh at the tickling sensation.
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