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  She decided to get up, drink some coffee and write in her journal. She tried to eat a late breakfast, but still had very little appetite, only managing to swallow a few bites of toast. Laura tried to think of someone she could talk with to sort out what was happening to her, but there was no one she could confide in. None of her girlfriends at church would understand. Laura closed her eyes to try to pray about it, but the voice of Jesus was silent again. In her moment of supplication, the only clear image in her mind was Williamson’s diamond collar, which she desired to have attached tightly around her throat. Stephen was the only person she could confide in now, to navigate her safely through this new dark sensual world.

  Restless, she got out of bed, washed all the dried residue of Stephen’s come from her face and breasts, shampooed and conditioned her hair, put on her bathrobe and brushed through the long wet strands at the vanity mirror. As she looked at herself, she wished she could somehow break the hold Williamson had over her. Perhaps if she could somehow convince him to release her as his sub, she could give herself over completely to Stephen, at least until her husband returned Saturday. Then she had no idea what she was going to do.

  The phone rang but Laura didn’t bother to answer it. The machine beeped and she heard her husband’s voice.

  “Laura? Are you there? You must be out, puttering about. I’m sorry I haven’t called, I’ve been busy, I think I picked up a bug on the plane, I’m sniffling, how I hate these book tours. I’m almost half way done with the trip. I want you to know I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and I really want to talk to you about it when I get home. I want to make some changes, which I think will be for the better, for both of us. I’m about to leave for the next book signing. I’ve got to go. I can’t wait to see you Laura. Miss you honey, love you, see you soon.”

  The loving voice of her husband made her feel terribly guilty about cheating on him with the two men. Laura deleted the message.

  There’s no turning back now.

  She wondered what her husband was so anxious to discuss with her upon his return.

  She noticed a red light was blinking, so Laura pressed the button on the machine to see who else had called her. It was her mother’s voice, inviting her to dinner and asking her to call. She took a small suitcase out of the closet and placed it on the bed, haphazardly throwing clothes into it. She put the phone in the crook of her neck and punched in the number, a long repressed anger rising within her.

  “Hello? Reverend Stimson’s residence,” Laura’s mother answered.

  “It’s your home too, Mom. You sound like his secretary.”

  “Hello, honey. What a thing to say. Of course, this is my home too. How are you? Have you heard from Roger?”

  “He just called.”

  “How is the book tour coming?”

  “Fine I suppose. He didn’t say.”

  “Did you get my message? Would you like to come over for dinner? Or should we wait to have you over when Roger returns?”

  “Mom, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure. What’s wrong? Your voice sounds...”

  “Why did you and dad have me removed from the play?”

  “What?”

  “You don’t remember. Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Mother. Three years ago. I had the lead role in the play at college. You and dad had me removed from the play the night before the first performance.”

  “Why are you bringing up all this up now, Laura?”

  “Can you put Dad on the phone?”

  “It all turned out so wonderfully for you, didn’t it? You met Roger, had that beautiful wedding, moved down to that lovely town, why are you...?”

  “Can you put Dad on the phone please?”

  Laura took a deep breath and sat on the bed, waiting for her father to come to the phone. Her heart started beating rapidly, as it did when she was about to be punished as a little girl after getting in trouble. She shut her eyes and tried to gather her courage, listening to her parent’s muffled voices whispering in the background.

  “What’s going on, Laura? Your mother is crying. What did you say to her?” her Father asked, severely.

  “I simply asked her why you and Mom called the Chairman of the Drama Department and had me removed from the production of the play I was in. Do you remember, Daddy? It was called, “The Crucible” by Arthur Miller.”

  “Why are you bringing all this up now? When was that, three years ago?”

  “Over three years ago, yes. We actually never discussed this.”

  “You don’t call us for over a week, your Mother is concerned about you, she invites you, her only child, to dinner and this is the way you treat her? Making her cry over some silly nonsense from years ago.”

  “Having the lead role in a play wasn’t ‘silly nonsense’! It was the most important moment of my life, and you took it from me!”

  “Don’t you raise your voice to me, young lady. The most important moment of your life? Don’t be ridiculous, Laura… Why don’t we just calm down for a minute. So much has happened to you since then. We’re so proud of you. You’re married to a fine man, you’re doing good work at your church, I’m sure you’ll raise a family one day.”

  “You embarrassed me and humiliated me. Do you remember? You waited up for me after the final dress rehearsal to scare me when I came in the door. You called me a whore, Daddy. Do you remember?”

  “Why are you remembering all of this now, Laura? Have you been drinking again?”

  “Go ahead, say it.”

  “What are you talking about? Say what?”

  “Say it. You always did, whenever you disapproved of me. You said, ‘Laura, have you been a dirty girl again?’ Go ahead, Dad. Say it.”

  “What is wrong with you? Do you want me to come over there right now and...”

  “What are you going to do, Dad? I’m twenty four. Are you going to put me across your lap and give me a spanking, like you did when I was a little girl? Is that what you’d like to...”

  Laura heard the phone click as her Father hung up on her. Laura felt her heart pumping wildly and sat down at her vanity mirror, breathing deeply. As she looked at the mirror, she no longer felt like the mousy wife or the good-girl daughter of a minister. The last time she felt as proud of herself was when she saw her name on the Chairman of the Drama Department’s door: Abigail Williams: Laura Stinson.

  I can’t believe it. I finally told him what I felt. Now I can start over, find out who I really am, who I want to be.

  Laura felt like a heavy burden she carried all her life had just been lifted from her soul. She got Phillipe’s business card out of her purse and looked at the number and the address of his downtown LA corporate office. She called the number and told the receptionist who screened her call that she had to speak to Mr. Williamson on a private, urgent matter. She just told Laura he was unavailable and put her into his voicemail.

  I have another way that may be more effective in getting his attention.

  She grabbed her suitcase, threw some clothes inside, put her journal on top and drove to her new favorite store, Victoria’s Secret. She bought a sexy white silk cocktail dress with a plunging V-neck designed to show off her cleavage and a hem that ended right below her hips. She decided impulsively to take her panties off and put them in her purse. She left her old clothes in the trash can on the way out of the mall.

  Laura went into the lobby and up to the 26th floor of the modern high rise and on through Williamson’s large complex, turning heads as she walked by the desks of the office workers, holding her suitcase, her hips swaying in the tight cocktail dress, her heels click-clacking on the floor. It seemed as if the entire office stopped working to gaze at her. She caught a few of the male employees trying to look up the back of her dress. Inside a large enclosed glass conference room, she saw Williamson at the head of a long desk listening to a presentation. She opened the door and every head looked at her. Mr. Williamson’s face first registered shock, then a slight smile curled upon his
lips.

  “Phillipe, I need a word with you,” Laura said in a sexy, breathy voice.

  “Laura, what a pleasant surprise. Hubert, we’ll finish your presentation at our next meeting.”

  Williamson took her suitcase out of her hand and walked out of the conference room, taking Laura by the arm, and guiding her out of the office toward the elevator. He shouted out a command as he passed by his executive assistant.

  “Merriweather!”

  “Yes, Mr. Williamson.”

  “I need you to reschedule my appointments for the rest of the day. Tell them I’ve had a personal family emergency, fit them in over the next few days and send me an email with the new times.”

  “Right away, sir,” Merriweather said.

  “Flora!” Williamson shouted.

  “I’m sorry, sir, Flora is out sick,” Merriweather said.

  “Fauna!” Williamson shouted to another secretary.

  “Yes, Mr. Williamson,” Fauna said.

  “Contact my security team to have my limo pulled up to the front entrance within sixty seconds.”

  “Yes, sir. I will, sir,” Fauna said.

  The doors opened they went into the crowded elevator. Williamson dropped the suitcase, grabbed a handful of Laura’s hair with one hand and grasped her tightly around the throat with the other, pressing her body against the back wall and kissed her violently, not caring what the other people thought. This time Laura eagerly responded, giving Williamson her tongue to suck on. The kissed lasted for the entire ride down through several floors, with people getting in and out, and staring at them. The lobby doors opened and Williamson marched Laura out to the waiting limo. One of his security team, Luman, took the suitcase and held open the door for them, noticing the pretty girl he held tightly beside him.

  “Where to Boss?” Luman asked.

  “The condo,” Williamson answered.

  Williamson guided Laura’s body face first all the way down to the car seat on her belly, holding her there by the back of her neck. He pressed a button in a side panel and a partition separating them from the front seat slid up and closed. Williamson lifted up the back of her white dress and saw that Laura was not wearing panties and her sex had already opened for him.

  “Oh, good girl, very good girl.”

  Williamson took his pants off quickly and mounted Laura from behind, sliding his enormous shaft rapidly in and out of her open sheath. He spoke to her in a deep sexy voice.

  “Do you like it like this, Laura?”

  Hardly able to breathe or respond, Laura turned her head back to him and whispered.

  “I do, Phillipe.”

  “I want to come hard inside you. Then we’re going to go to my condo and I’m going to have my way with you all afternoon and come several times in several different places. Is that what you want, Laura?”

  “It’s what I want.”

  “Do you have protection?”

  “No, Phillipe.”

  “Well, it’s too late. Some of my semen may already be inside you. I’m going to give you a morning after pill. It should protect you from an unwanted pregnancy. Will you take a pill for me, Laura?”

  “I will, Phillipe.”

  Laura had never been made love to so hard and so long as Williamson did in the forty five minute limo ride to his beachfront condo. Laura could feel her thighs twitch and spasm several times during the ride.

  “I need to let go, Laura.”

  “Go ahead, let go, shoot it inside me, Phillipe. I want you to.”

  Williamson increased the speed of his thrusting, grabbed her around the throat and squeezed as he shot jets of his come over and over deep within her sex. Each time he shot his sperm; he squeezed her around the throat and grabbed her by the hair. After several convulsions, he pulled out, picked her up, put her in his lap and kissed her deeply with his mouth. They pulled into the condo’s underground garage. He smoothed the back of her dress down over her hips and helped her out of the limo. They rode the elevator up, his strong arm around his waist. Laura was feeling light headed from not eating and a little sore from being ridden hard in the limo. The doors opened into Williamson’s luxurious Penthouse condo and he took her by the hand and walked her across the foyer to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the California coastline below. It was the most beautiful view Laura had ever seen. She felt as if she had just stepped into the beachfront home she had always dreamed of living in one day.

  “What a beautiful home you have, Phillipe.”

  “It is, but there’s one pretty thing missing and that’s you. Now that you’re here, I don’t want you ever to leave. If I had my way, I’d keep you chained up here as my little love slave.”

  “Phillipe…”

  “Come with me, Laura. I just need it once more, then we can relax, have some food and talk. Let’s go into the Entertainment Room. We won’t be disturbed in there.”

  Williamson took her by the arm and led her into a large room with three long black couches and a long coffee table in the middle, with a huge flat screen TV mounted on the opposite wall. He put a pillow on the floor in front of a couch.

  “Laura, kneel in front of me and take off my pants. I’m hard again and I have a sharp pain in my pelvis. It’s killing me. If you make me come again, it should go away for a few hours. I’ve been longing for this since the moment I saw you in my club. Suck on me, Laura, until I come. Would you do that for me? Then I promise you we will have a long talk.”

  “Would it make you feel a little better down there?

  “It would, Laura.”

  Looking Williamson in the eye, Laura kneeled on the pillow in front of him, put her two hands behind her back and slowly unzipped the back of her white dress and let it fall off her shoulders. She had nothing on underneath, except for her high heels, which she kept on for him. As she leaned in closely to unbutton his white business shirt, he squeezed her breasts together in his hand, moaned, and did not let them go.

  “Hmmm… Mine…”

  She pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders, admiring the thick veins that ran over the muscles on his arms. She ran her fingertips over his skin, brushing them lightly down his ribcage to the handsome contours of his striated abs and below his belly to his belt buckle. She removed the belt, unzipped his pants and pulled off his boxers and trousers. He let go of her long enough so that she could bend forward to remove his socks and shoes, rubbing her breasts down the skin of his legs. She looked up, marveling at the size of his massive erection, easily three times as long and thick as her husband’s, though Stephen’s shaft was nearly as impressive in length. Laura put his clothes and shoes to the side and stared at Phillipe’s erection.

  What am I supposed to do with this monstrous thing?

  She couldn’t believe his whole shaft fit so well inside her in the limo.

  It will never fit in my mouth as well as Stephen’s did.

  Though she was nervous, Laura knew she had to try to tame the beast, or else she wouldn’t be able to talk to Phillipe about her release.

  “You have such a pretty body, Phillipe.”

  “No one has ever called it pretty.”

  “It is to me.”

  “Thank you, my sub.”

  Somehow Williamson had gotten a hold of the diamond choker.

  Did he carry it around with him?

  He attached the collar to Laura’s throat again and held his hands over it in a proprietary way.

  He’s collared me. I’m his.

  The collar around her neck triggered Laura’s desire. She touched his shaft and lifted it to lick the underside of the reddish shaved smooth skin of his scrotum, taking as much of each one as she could into her wet mouth and suckled upon them. She liked the feel of it in her mouth and Laura licked this vulnerable part of Phillipe over and over, tracing with her tongue the thin veins that ran like the tributaries of a blue river just under the thin transparent layer of his skin. Williamson breathed out and moaned with pleasure.

  I’m cheati
ng on Stephen and Roger, but if Phillipe signs the paper, Stephen and I can be together. When Roger comes home, I’ll only be with him…

  Laura put her thoughts aside and focused on the erotic pleasure of bringing her Dom to orgasm with her lips, tongue and mouth. She took her time licking her way up to the very tip of his shaft, swirling her tongue over the thick warm rim, feeling its soft curves under her tongue. Laura saw a drop of fluid appear at the tip of his shaft and she immediately licked up the sweet white cream with her tongue. She squeezed his shaft and another drop appeared and she sucked it into her mouth. Suddenly she felt very dizzy and began to see spots in her visage. She had noticed a pitcher of water on the table.

  “My Lord, may I have a glass of water?”

  “Oh yes, certainly.”

  As in his office, he poured Laura a glass of cold water and held it to her lips. She drank the whole refreshing glass from Phillipe’s hand.

  “Thank you, My Lord. I feel much better now.”

  She dived back down on the tip of his penis and sucked as hard as she could, while tugging on his shaft with one hand and holding his large full scrotum in the palm of her other hand. She felt herself becoming weak and knew she was nearly exhausted, but kept trying to make him come in her mouth. Laura wished he was easier to bring to an orgasm, as Stephen was the night before. As in her fantasy, Williamson thick shaft brought tears to her eyes. She pulled her mouth off the head of his penis, breathing out deeply.

  “Come to me, sub. Don’t be afraid. Let me help you.”

  With his two strong arms he picked Laura off the floor by her waist and put her onto his lap. She straddled him and he speared her deeply with his long shaft. It slid within the walls of her slick sheath and Williamson thrust into her rapidly, her large breasts bouncing freely upon her chest in rhythm with the thrusting. She started seeing spots again and she shut her eyes, hoping they would go away.