by Sophie Stern
“Tell me, Pet, were you naughty this week?” The Alpha stands in the center of the Diamond Room. He’s dressed, as he was last time, in his suit and mask. His accent, which holds just a bit of southern twang, makes me swallow with excitement.
This is it.
This is the moment I was brave for.
“No, Sir,” I say, solemnly. I’m kneeling in front of him with my hands firmly behind my back. There were no instructions on my attire, so I kept things simple and wore the opposite of last week: a black corset with matching stockings.
No panties.
None necessary.
“Oh?” He sounds a bit surprised at my admission. “Does this mean you do not wish to be spanked?”
“No, Sir,” I respond, lifting my head and meeting his gaze. “It just means that I obeyed you. I did everything you asked of me this week.”
“And how does that make you feel?” He asks, his voice softer now.
I think for a moment before I respond.
“Daring,” I tell him honestly. The Alpha nods, accepting my answer. Before he moves, before he begins to give me directions, I stop him.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Pet?”
“I invited someone to watch tonight. May I have permission to bring him inside?”
Landon told me he would be waiting for me. He seemed a little hesitant, but he agreed to meet me outside The Diamond Room. He promised to wait until I could ask The Alpha about having a guest.
“Your friend?” The Alpha raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure that you’re ready for an audience, Pet?”
“I’ve had one before,” I say slowly, but we both know that it’s different. Tonight The Alpha is going to be training me, pushing my limits. Tonight is not going to be a tender session where we talk about feelings. Tonight he’s going to strip me of everything I am and rebuild it again, slowly.
Am I sure I want Landon to see me like this?
Am I sure our blossoming relationship, whatever it might be, is strong enough to handle this?
“I’m ready,” I tell The Alpha. He nods, and I rise. I turn to the door and open it, expecting Landon to be waiting, but the hallway is empty.
My heart sinks.
He bailed.
It really was too much.
All of my fears come crashing down as I pause in the doorway, looking back and forth like a maniac, blinking furiously. I shouldn’t have told him.
“He must be late,” I start to say, hoping that Landon doesn’t think I’m insane, but realizing it was bound to happen. It’s just too weird for him. It was all just too much.
Then I turn around.
The mask is gone.
And the Alpha is standing in front of me, waiting for me, just as he promised.
“I would never be late for you,” he whispers.
“Landon,” I gasp. “How…what? Why didn’t you tell me?” He’s been the Alpha this entire time.
And suddenly, everything makes perfect sense.
He’s known this whole time. Every weekend when I made up some stupid reason not to spend time with him, Landon knew. Every Friday when I said I was going to work out, he knew exactly where I was going to be.
And all week, when I kept telling him I needed to admit something, he knew what secret I was holding back.
“I had to be sure you were ready,” he smiles, petting my hair slowly. Then he brings me into himself and wraps his arms around me, making me feel, once and for always, like I am completely safe.
And now, I’m completely his.
Always.
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Sophie Stern lives in the Midwest, where she loves dreaming up the weirdest sexual situations she can. She resides with her husband of 10 years who is a constant source of encouragement - and inspiration.
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Seducing the Lawyer
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The law office is quiet and clean when I walk inside. There’s no receptionist, which is strange, but there’s a small desk in the center of the waiting room. I walk up to it and peek over to make sure there isn’t a tiny old lady hiding behind the desk. There’s not, so I realize that I really am on my own.
I ring the tiny bell that’s perched on the end of the desk. The loud ding reverberates throughout the entire room, making me feel tiny, making me feel even more alone than I already am. Nothing happens, so I take a seat in one of the chairs against the wall and make myself comfortable.
Well, as comfortable as I can get, given the situation. It’s only been a couple of days since I found out that Sam’s lawyer is trouble. Though my brother’s charges were minimal and all evidence was circumstantial, his current attorney urged him to plead guilty. Then when it came time to go before a judge, the attorney bailed.
Sam has one chance to find someone better to represent him or he’s getting the maximum penalty.
I can’t let that happen.
My friend Sandra used to be a paralegal for this amazing attorney, or so she says. She quit a few months ago when she had her baby. Of course, I asked her who I should call to help Sam, and she immediately recommended James.
“He doesn’t come cheap,” she warned me.
“I don’t have any money,” was my response. It’s true. I work two jobs and I’m in college full-time. The idea of “spending money” is a joke to me. I have exactly $500 in my checking account and I plan to use all of it to help Sam, but I doubt it’s enough to get me a lawyer like Sam Peak.
“He doesn’t always work for cash,” Sandra said slowly. My eyes widened at the thought.
And now I’m here, waiting in a cold, sterile sitting room for a lawyer who may turn out to be as big of an asshole as the last one, hoping beyond hope that he’ll let me work out some sort of barter for his services.
I scheduled the appointment for 10am. It’s 10:15 now and there’s still no sign of him. I stand and start pacing the room, wondering if I should knock on the office door. My hand raises on its own and moves forward to knock, but I force it back down.
He’ll come get me when he’s ready.
Maybe James Peak is doing something important. Maybe he’s with another client or on a phone call. I don’t know. What I do know is that I should have brought a book or downloaded a movie on my phone before I came. Anything would be better than just sitting and watching the wallpaper.
I hear footsteps in the hall and I sit down quickly, brushing my skirt down, smoothing it. I hope I don’t look as desperate as I feel. Then again, maybe I hope I look exactly as desperate as I feel.
This is my last chance to save my little brother.
This is my last chance to have a normal life.
The man who walks through the doorway looks me up and down rather quickly before walking to the office door. I barely have time to admire his square jaw or his piercing blue eyes. He’s tall: I’d guess 6’2” or 6’3”, and even from across the room, I’m intimidated by his height. The suit he’s wearing fits him perfectly. I’d guess he had it custom tailored. I wonder briefly what it’s like to have that kind of money.
He pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the office door unceremoniously. Then he simply walks in.
“Coming?” he calls out.
So much for introductions.
I hurry to follow him. My heels clack noisily against the wood floor as I scurry into the office and close the door behind me. He’s already sitting at his desk, waiting.
I feel rushed and unprepared, suddenly wondering what the hell I’m doing here.
You can do this, I remind myself. You can do this for Sam.
“Mr. Peak,” I say. “I’m Laney Erickson. We spoke on the phone.”
“I know who you are, Miss Erickson,” Ja
mes says flatly, not smiling, not giving me any indication that he’s happy to meet me. I shouldn’t expect much. I get it. I’m not exactly anyone special.
Suddenly, I’m self-conscious about my appearance. I shouldn’t have worn this outfit today. I should have worn the pantsuit, the one that makes me look older. Maybe the problem is something else. Maybe it’s my hair. Not everyone likes the pink streaks that flow through my brunette curls.
I bite my bottom lip.
I don’t know what to say, what to do, where to go from here.
James Peak is Sam’s only hope and it’s not looking promising.
I stand in front of his desk for what feels like hours until he finally motions to me.
“Take a seat, Miss Erickson.”
“You can call me Laney,” I mumble as I slide into one of the comfortable velvet chairs that sits in front of his desk. I cross and uncross my legs. I fold my hands in my lap, then smooth down my skirt, then fold my hands again.
I sneak a quick peek at James’ face, but he looks amused. Really? He thinks this is funny, making me wait on him? My stomach drops. He’s not going to help me. I close my eyes and my heart fills with dread. When Sandra assured me that there were other ways to pay for James’ services, I thought she meant I’d be servicing him. I could live with that. I just didn’t think that maybe I wouldn’t be pretty enough for him.
When James speaks again, it’s not to kick me out of his office. In fact, he stares at me for a few moments and seems to be deciding something. Then he gives me his full attention.
“Please, Laney, tell me more about your brother.”
“Right.” I take a deep breath. “He was arrested for selling weed.”
“And why should I help a drug dealer?” James’ face remains blank. He doesn’t even shrug. He just asks me why he should care.
This is it.
This is my moment of truth.
“He’s innocent,” I state, prepared to plead my case with him. “The cop said he-“
James holds up a hand, stopping me.
“I didn’t ask why you feel that your brother is innocent, Laney. I asked why I should help.”
I open my mouth, prepared to give more information about my brother, but I realize that’s not going to help me right now. I have to think quickly. James is obviously a very well-paid lawyer. Although he doesn’t have a secretary (did he just not replace Sandra after she quit?), his office is impressively decorated. His suit is incredible. His shoes must have cost at least a grand.
And I have nothing to offer him but myself.
“I can’t pay you,” I say. “I don’t have any money.” James raises his eyebrows, but remains quiet. He leans back in his chair, watching me.
“But,” I say, finally finding my nerve, finally reminding myself what this is for, “I can provide other services to you…of value.”
“What kind of services?” Is that a flicker of excitement I see in his eyes? A flicker of lust? A flicker of hope? I don’t know, but I’ll take it, whatever it is.
I lean forward in my seat, revealing my cleavage, drawing his eyes where I want them. As he soaks up my tits, his eyes slowly glide back up to mine.
“The kind of services a man like you deserves,” I say simply. Standing up, I slowly start to unbutton the front of my blouse, revealing my bra. My fingers tremble with each button, showing more and more skin until my shirt falls to the floor. My skirt follows close behind.
I’m standing in front of James Peak, the sexiest attorney of the year, in my red bra and matching panties.
He licks his lips.
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