detailed lists every time, or how it felt to hold someone so
firmly in my command.
There were limits. There had to be. I'm sure I'd have found
them had the notes kept coming, pushing me harder, or if
they'd ordered me to do something so foreign to me I
couldn't manage it. I didn't think I'd have committed a
crime or done something against my personal code, like
have bareback sex with a stranger, or taken drugs.
I didn't know Eric's limits, or how far I wanted to push
him, but the thought sifted heat al through me. I thought for
another few moments, then got out of my car. It wasn't
terribly late, not for a Saturday, but the parking garage
was quiet. Across the street I could see a few lights on in
apartments, though many windows were dark. Most of the
Manor residents would be out and about until much later.
By the time I got to the front doors, I was already tapping
out a message. Grinning, I tucked my phone, set to silent,
back in my pocket. It was a risk that might not play out the
way I'd planned, but it was a good risk.
If you're not sleeping, you should put your time to good
use. Go to the lobby. Greet the first person you see. If it's
a man, you wil engage him in whatever conversation you
want. But if it's a woman, you wil find a way to serve her.
Not to please her, and not to please yourself. To please
me.
It was a lot of typing, but the fact it took longer meant he
had to wait longer for it. I was already in the lobby, which
was stil empty. Al I had to do was wait.
I caught sight of my face in the mirror above the fireplace
nobody ever lit. Blond hair slicked back in a high ponytail,
blue eyes smudged with gray liner. The sun had brought
out some freckles and my lips stil could've used some
gloss, but overal, it wasn't a bad picture.
I turned my face from side to side, envisioning heavier
makeup and a leather suit replacing my workout clothes. A
whip in my hand. Spike-heeled boots. None of that
appealed to me any more than being on my knees with my
appealed to me any more than being on my knees with my
hands tied had ever turned me on. I swiped a hand over
my hair to take care of the wisps faling over my face. I
didn't look like a dominatrix. Was that what I was?
It was too soon to be insulted Eric hadn't even asked for
my phone number. We'd had two pseudodates but no
indication he had any sort of sexual attraction to me. So
far, al I knew was that he got off on being ordered around
by someone he didn't know, and that I liked him very
much.
And that I could make him like me.
Chapter 25
