He returned when I was finishing the last of my grapes, I had waited patiently for him, so we would feed the grapes to each other, but he was taking too long, and they looked so good, I could not wait any longer, I had to eat them. In his hands were my clothes, different styles but one theme, formal, he dropped the three clothes on the bed, spreading them out, staring hard at them. I knew he was picking out clothes for me, a warm feeling spread from my belly, I had a Dom now, all of my posts and thoughts would no longer be out of reach, he was right here, and he was perfect. “This. Take a shower and wear this.” He pointed at the black dress with the zipper in front.My smile vanishes, that was odd, he didn’t look at me, he was taking the remaining two that didn’t pass the test back outside, with his other hand, he pushes the trolley back outside, and I am left staring at his back. I have read posts that said their Doms were unfriendly, they didn’t have a relationship where they
Directors often complimented on my improv acting, my hidden card as my team put it, I was good with blending in to situations, no matter how shocking they were. Even when my Dom brought me into this impossibly sticky situation, I don’t swivel my head in his direction, I reel in my surprise, he would explain himself later, for now, the situation has to be handled. I knew the man was his adoptive father, and from his stiff position, and his 360 change in countenance, I knew he didn’t like the man, or like being here. Abed glanced up at the security I saw upstairs, and nods, he walks to the sofa opposite his father, I sit with him, my legs tucked under me, my spine straightened. We were after all, in a hostile environment. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your bitch?” the man asked, the creepy smile still on his face, as his eyes raked me up and down, disgust washed over me. I create a mental to do list, get home, get out of these clothes and burn them. Grace would have to forgi
When I finally accepted the fact that my parents were not going to come back, I was too old for most families, they would come wanting babies, wide eyed toddlers, or very young children. I was preteen, so I watched as one of the kids got picked randomly. I used to pray, make wishes, pray even harder, to get adopted, and it never happened, thinking it would be rainbows and sparkles, nothing would ever go wrong in my life again if I was adopted. I thought I had the most messed up luck, my birth parents didn’t want me, no other family wanted me... I never thought I might be luckier than those who got picked. I look over at my silent driver, he hadn’t said anything when he came back to the car, he only helped me with my seat belt, his fingers worked gently, and patiently, even when his expression was still very tight with fury. His lips brushed my forehead ever so softly, it was the kiss I knew but different. He doesn’t say a word to me, and I worry he might have been angry for speakin
The kiss is slow, his mouth tasted of red wine and a hint of the broth from earlier, I knew my mouth tasted the same. I kiss him back, matching his pace, my eyes which shut the second his lips met mine, peel open as the kiss came to a slow but tantalizing halt. His own eyes remain shut as he rests his forehead on mine, I watch as he let out a big breath before speaking, “Can you sleep beside me? I promise I wouldn’t do anything. I just... I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” His eyes flutter open when he says this, the insides of his brown eyes were struggling with something, they were holding back. I nod, and he exhales, his body sagging against mine in relief. It was no secret that his father made him like this, seeing his father broke something in him, and I had lots of questions, obviously this was not the time. “Let us go to bed then.” he whispers, and without warning, he rises to his feet, carrying me with him.“The dishes... I have to take them inside.” I tell him, biting
When I wake up the next morning, it is with a renewed sense of purpose, there was nothing I could do about his father, but I could definitely lift up his spirits. He wasn’t in bed when my eyes peeled open, and there was no noise from the tea corner, so I suspect he was at the gym. Good, I wanted to join him there, I bet he would love it.My ring glistened, caught in the morning sun, distracting me from going in search of him, I hold the ringed finger to my chest, biting my lip so I don’t squeal, although all I want to do is scream my head off, I got collared, well, ringed, but it was the same thing. I had dreams about this day for so long, and now it was here, and it was beautiful.The thrill of my phone wiped the smile off my face, and the caller ID turned the confused frown into an annoyed glare. I pick it up though, since I was still obliged to pick calls from my agency.“Rachel Greene speaking.” I didn’t mean to sound monotone, but they will get what I give.“You haven’t been an
“Technicalities.” Clay muttered under his breath as he threw the stack of papers he was reading against the table.We sat around the huge conference table we sometimes used for script reading, if the company was feeling extra generous. Greg, the board of directors, and Jerry were on one side, the three of us n the other. “You are lucky you a lawyer to read through your first contract.” Clay tells me the same thing the lawyer I gave back when I was new to the industry.My only friend from college then, and I wouldn’t call him a friend since we weren’t so close, but he was always there when I needed him, and then disappeared once more. He forced me to get a lawyer look through them, I refused, because I couldn’t afford one, and he scraped together some money for me, and while the lawyer was cheap, he made sure I wasn’t cheated. “I will think about re signing with them anyway.”“What? Think about it? What is there to think about? It is either a yes or a no.” Jerry says, his ugly face
“Would both of you mind joining us for dinner? I already asked Joanne, she said to ask you.” I say when I realize they were both waiting for me to talk, I made sure every trace of venom in my voice was gone before speaking, if they didn’t hear me talking to Hank, they wouldn’t tell the difference. Clay sighed, Abed’s brows fly up in question.“There was this really huge, tasty looking salmon back home.”“Fine. You got me there.” he turned to Abed with a triumphant smirk, “I guess I will be eating of the salmon.”Abed looked away from him friend and instead walked up to my side of the car, opening the door for me, I look between them, Abed’s unreadable expression, Clay’s triumphant one, I think the salmon was not for them. “Giving them the salmon was a wrong move huh?” I ask once he starts driving, he kissed the top of my head, but he stays silent.His eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, he must see Clay’s car steadily behind us, he said Joanne would meet us there, since both of th
Turns out blackening out is easier in the movies, and you only get a bump for trying in real life, oh and embarrassment, I couldn’t look any of them in the face even as they helped me up, instead I chuckled the entire time, even when they asked if I was okay. Joanne on the other hand, seemed to remember it was a secret between both of us, and she looked at me sheepishly, clamping her mouth shut. At least there won’t be anymore falling. “You sure you’re okay?” Abed asks again, his eyes inspecting me for any bruise. I found it sweet but it was difficult to lie when someone was peering at you like that.“What did you want to find out though, something about Abed’s...” Clay asks, the under of my right eye twitches, I cannot believe he was still asking that. Now Abed watched me with interest, wanting to know what I meant as well, dang it, all that fall for nothing.I chuckle nervously, “Piercings. I like Joanne’s own and wanted to know his thoughts on them, but I wasn’t sure I could han