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Accompanying James along the short
hallway, he paused at the first door, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Colton.” Christopher
was surprised by his unaccustomed deference. James transferred the steaming mug
to his left hand and extended the right. Clearly, he meant to repeat the
revered hand-pumping ritual.

James smiled benevolently. “Listen,
son, I can't stay long. I have to get to work. Is it too much to ask you to
study
for another hour or so? I'd like
to ask a small favor before I go.”

Christopher grinned at James's
emphasis on the word 'study'
.
Laughing, he responded that it would be no problem at all. This time, he shook
hands with ease and then turned, disappearing into the ‘cave’.

James continued down the hall
towards his mother’s bedroom...

Chapter 39

 
“
You shan't
be needing
that, my dear.”

Without benefit of knocking, James
entered the sanctuary of Missy's bedroom as if it were his own. Until that very
moment, it had upheld a 'man-free’ status.

He assumed she heard the
early-morning commotion. She was weakly attempting to wrap a housecoat around
her otherwise naked body.

Not having heard him enter the room,
Missy froze, gaping at him dumbly. She looked as though she was seeing a ghost,
or was hallucinating from fever. His alarming words assured her otherwise.

He continued casually, as if this
were an everyday occurrence, “Good morning, little one.” With three short
strides he was at her side, transferring the warm tea into her ice cold hands.
Solicitously, he helped her out of the robe she'd instinctively pulled closer
about her.

It was the first time she had been completely
nude in his presence.

He intuited her frantic thoughts as
clearly as if they were his own. No doubt, her angst was compounded by the fact
that she was sick to her stomach and feeling like crap. He hadn't exactly
caught her at her finest hour. She was definitely
not
ready for her close-up, Mr.
DeMille
!

James determined this to be a
significant moment in her submission to him.
And likewise, in
his Dominance of her.
Hanging the robe on a high-backed chair that
served double duty as night stand, he made himself comfortable on the edge of
her rumpled single bed. He gathered her clammy, shivering body into his arms
and pulled her gently to stand between his legs.

Because he could, he pressed his
face between her bobbling, goose-fleshed tits and inhaled deeply. Positioned
conveniently and directly before him, why would he not? Without disengaging
f
rom the multitude of delights to be
realized between a woman's breasts, James murmured, “Understand, little one,
that to me, you are beautiful. This Illness has no bearing on how I see you
today, just as age will have no bearing on how I see you in the future.
Indoctrinated and mainstream ideals of beauty have no place in my reality.”

Drawing her onto his lap, James set
the tea on the bedside table/chair. Holding her chin gently with one hand, he
looked pointedly into her pale, perspiring, make-up-free face and amended
himself,
“
Our
reality.”

“Know that it was the strength of
your warrior heart and the perfection of your submissive soul which first
captivated me. Only later was I aware of your equally exquisite physical
beauty. Hear me well, girl, that you may always feel beautiful in my presence.”

James asked if she understood, but no
words were forthcoming. James waited patiently. Missy swallowed and sniffled
and noisily blew her nose, trying to marshal the capacity to speak. When
finally able, his patience was rewarded. Her words pleased him very much.

“I believe I understand perfectly,
sir.” Self-consciously lowering her gaze as her voice turned husky, she
whispered, “I am beautiful...”

Chapter 40

Where had the time gone?

Catching a glimpse of the timepiece
flashing at his wrist, Missy was immediately jolted into action. Even nauseous,
she was overcome with an unheralded peacefulness in this man's lap. It was not
her desire to vacate it.

Nonetheless, after yesterday's
fiasco, she couldn't afford any missteps where Teresa was concerned. She dared
not be late calling in sick!

James stopped her cold. Easily
gathering both wrists in one heavily-veined hand, he applied just enough
pressure to render her motionless. This resulted in the gratuitous spectacle of
her naked breasts pressed tightly together. Blatantly, James ogled them.

Missy's bloodshot eyes shot open.
She quickly explained that she needed to call Teresa to let her know she
wouldn't be in. His wordless response was to apply slightly more pressure to
her already confined wrists. There was no need to 'tell' her a third time.
Missy sat unmoving and silent, content to yield. However, his first spoken
words did nothing to soothe her frenetic breathing.

In the most courteous and
gentlemanly of fashions James queried, “Would you allow me the honor of looking
after that little conundrum, pet?” The pressure at her wrists was steady,
unrelenting.

Without question, she was his
prisoner; bound at the wrists
and
at the heart. Even so, this immobilizing
truth played no part in her prompt response. Exhaling a lifetime's worth of
tension, all she could manage was to nod in grateful assent.

Missy surrendered herself to the
irresistible force of nature that was James…

Chapter 41

Women must literally fall at his
feet! I certainly did.

Giggling inwardly at the double
entendre, Missy wasn't at all surprised when he pulled out his phone and
quickly located Teresa's private number in his directory. Once again, she
speculated as to when in the past he had frequented the boutique.
More significantly, for
whom?

She never considered herself to be
the jealous type, but in fairness; she was never truly put to the test. Now,
she felt the razor-sharp talons of green envy clawing at her consciousness.
Even allowing for the befuddling haze of nausea and fever, she was dismayed to
discover herself capable of such intense and unwarranted feelings.

Of course this extraordinary man has
a past!
Truth be told, she really wouldn't
want it any other way. She much preferred he be more experienced than less. How
could she allow herself to follow if he were incapable of leading with the
wisdom borne only from experience?

With these thoughts in mind, Missy
massaged her just-released wrists. Her eyes slid once again to the bag containing
the two stunning pieces of lingerie. Immediately, she recalled the events of
the previous day. Teresa had all but shoved them into the private dressing
room. Locking the door behind them, she broke every rule in her own book!

Now, the sordid secrets of that
afternoon lurked within the depths of that sophisticated carrier. Both dainty
garments had accompanied them into that dressing room. Both were now stained
with the sticky, undeniable evidence of her enthusiastic participation
. One was also heavily splattered with James’s
semen.

Her face burned equally from fever
and shame. Missy considered whether the minor illness was actually a blessing
in disguise. She certainly didn't mind postponing face time with Teresa!
Not one little bit.

James's smooth, commanding voice
interrupted her musings as easily as a knife through hot butter. Engrossed by
both pitch and tempo, she hung on every syllable. As expected, he notified
Teresa that she was ill and wouldn't be in. It was the next sentence out of his
mouth that sent Missy tumbling to the floor sprawled in shock and disbelief.

Was
she hallucinating, or did he just give Teresa her
two-week notice?

”Tsk, tsk, girl.
I avert my attention for a single
moment to find you mucking about on the floor? And, not even in the proper
kneeling position, as you were so recently instructed?”

Her eyes were two harvest moons in
the pale dusk of her face. Her gaping mouth produced yet a third. Running a
warm finger around her parched lips, James smiled, unperturbed. “We shall have
to work on that, shan't we?”

As a concession to her not feeling
well, James declined to chastise her for the absence of an immediate, and of
course; affirmative response. Instead, he graciously helped her as she clumsily
got to her feet. He then snuggled her naked body back onto his lap. He was well
aware that she perceived her world as having just been turned inside out and
upside down.

In fact, just the opposite was true.
When fat, shimmering tears sprang to her eyes; James turned her ever-so-gently
towards him. Lifting her chin, he held her gaze with his. The earnestness he
wished to convey was plain on his face.

“Little one, I promised to provide
for you and your son. I ask that you have faith in my doing precisely that. You
will find it is not in my nature to make rash decisions. Nor do I shirk my
responsibilities.”

“This was not done for the purpose
of binding the submissive to the Master.” A wolfish grin played on his lips.
James didn't bother to suppress it. “Trust me, my dear; there are far more
amusing and much less expensive methods of accomplishing
that
.” There was no trace of the smile when he continued, “This was
done so that you can understand that the Master is irrevocably bound to the
submissive.”

Wiping the last of the tears away,
he assured her, “I can at any time ascertain employment on your behalf, and -
at a much higher standard than that which you just vacated. I give you my word
as a Dominant and a gentleman should you ever become discontent with the life I
provide. Do you
trust,
little one?”

The tears dried, replaced with deep
respect and absolute devotion. The expression that spread across her
countenance was dazzling, requiring no words. Kissing each corner of her dry,
fevered lips, he spoke directly into her opened mouth, “In truth, what I did
was
terribly
selfish.”

“What I have in mind for you will
make it seem but a pittance!”

Chapter 42

Missy's belly was centered perfectly
between his spread thighs, her jiggling ass a vision worthy of launching ships.
Without warning, James had effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach; then
paused to take in the luscious view.

He no longer wondered why he found
the female bottom so much more alluring when crisscrossed with the stripes left
by a well-slotted spatula. It was simply the way it had always been; as far
back as he could remember. While it saddened him to see the delightful marks
fade, he was quite sure she would merit further chastisement in the not too
distant future.

He could wait.

There was no doubt that Missy feel
his stiffening cock as it burgeoned insistently against her hip. Stroking and
squeezing what was his to behold, he murmured placidly; “Now then, let's see
how that fever is doing and get you back to bed, shall we? Be still now, girl.
I don't have all day.”

So pleased was James with his next
thought that he laughingly shared the witticism with Missy, “After all little
one,
some
of us have to work
for a living!”

Humming tunelessly, James reached
into his jacket pocket. Withdrawing the two items he thoughtfully chose to
bring with him, he endeavored to position them within her line of vision. When
her entire body stiffened against his thighs, he knew the placement to be
perfect. A groan of comprehension escaped her lips. She very nearly levitated
right off his lap!

Without preamble, James thrust two
unyielding digits into an already swollen cunt. He chortled with amusement as
the irrefutable confirmation of her excitement leaked onto his fingers. “You
like what you see, don't you whore?” Although still grinning, this time he
expected an answer and was out of patience with her dawdling.

He repeated succinctly
“
Don't
you whore??”

An accompanying stinging smack to
each ass cheek quickly elicited the positive response that he anticipated.
Also, they induced a seductive blush to both buttocks in the shape of perfectly
matched palm prints. The sight caused his cock to twitch irritably for the
attention it demanded. Pre-cum oozed copiously from the head.

I go three years without any sex
whatsoever, and all of a sudden, I can't make it two days?
It would be his utmost pleasure to
take out his newly-awakened sexual frustrations on, and
in
- this
exquisite ass that was presently writhing erotically in his lap!

He ventured to guess that Missy had
never seen an anal thermometer or a butt-plug in her entire life. Her priceless
reaction proved his speculation correct. Now, she was gawking speechlessly at
both.
Not that she’s in any position for
a dialogue, in any case…