She took the elevator down to the ground floor and gave the key card back to the receptionist, feeling flustered and satisfied and oddly alert all at once. She made her way out of the building and managed to find her car, shaking her head with a laugh as she sat in the driver’s seat and felt the ache deep in her hips, the muted tingling of her nipples from the way that Edwards had played with them. She made her way home distractedly, her mind constantly flitting back to the odd interview and what had happened after it. Tyler Edwards was offering her a chance to be his sub, a sexual partner in what would appear on the surface at least to be a long-term partnership. She was smart enough to realize that Tyler hadn’t expressed an interest in any kind of romantic attachment; he wanted her body, not her heart. Gabrielle smirked to herself as she parked in the garage for her building, contrasting Edwards’ reaction to her body with that of the man who had first interviewed her for her position.
When she finally slipped out of the clothes she had worn to the interview and into something more comfortable, Gabrielle took out the paper and the box. She would look at the terms later; for now, she was curious about the contents of the box. Opening the flat, rectangular container, she found a brilliant necklace, studded with emeralds along a complex chain made of some precious metal—white gold, she thought. It was not quite gaudy, its superior design saving it from being an eyesore. The gems were inserted in a pattern that made it look like a leafy vine that would drape around the wearer’s neck, with the flash or one or two rubies suggesting blooms. It was certainly a beautiful piece, and Gabrielle wouldn’t mind wearing it just for the sheer beauty of the item.
She turned her attention to the paper that Edwards had given her. If you decide that you are willing to be my submissive, then I have a few requirements for you, the note started. Gabrielle read through them. If she agreed to his terms, she was to wear the necklace and meet him at a specific date and time at a particular restaurant; the necklace, she learned, was Edwards’ take on the common BDSM collar, marking her covertly as his. She read through his requirements for the first meeting and beyond, thinking about whether or not she could seriously consider agreeing to them.
Some of the things that Edwards wanted from the relationship—some of the things that he wanted to be able to do—were things that Gabrielle had never really considered before. While she wasn’t exactly a prude, she had never been comfortable with the idea of putting herself completely in someone’s power—and a number of the requirements did just that. Edwards had noted that the list was not exhaustive, and that some of the items and requirements were negotiable. Gabrielle noticed with a little self-satisfied smile that he wanted his sub—her—to be bare, her pubic hair waxed or otherwise removed. The item was marked as negotiable, but it wasn’t one that Gabrielle was likely to contest; she preferred to keep herself bare anyway. There were provisions for their time together - preliminary agreements he called them - that included minute details that Gabrielle would have never considered.
She tried to decide if she really wanted to go through with it. It went against almost everything she had ever thought of as part of her belief system to give into a man; the idea of willingly, voluntarily, giving a man the control to dictate what she wore, for example, even if it was only in certain settings, would have offended her even moments before she had met Edwards. There was, among the list of terms, a note about how they would address each other—how Gabrielle would be expected to address Edwards, and how he would address her. Gabrielle put the list aside and tried to think about the situation as objectively as possible.
It wasn’t truly possible to look at the situation with any kind of objectivity; Gabrielle’s body was still tingling, sore and satisfied from the time she had shared with Edwards in his office. She was not in the right state of mind to be able to judge anything without the bias of the intense pleasure he had given her. Gabrielle sat back on her couch, staring up at the ceiling and remembering each moment vividly. She had never been spanked in a sexual manner before; her parents had administered spankings to her when she had been a child, but there had never been the slightest sexual character in the punishment. How different it was when Edwards had done it. Gabrielle could see why the secretary had yelped and moaned in pleasure—hadn’t she made much the same noises herself? It was thrilling, and the act of trying to suck Edwards off, of being so thoroughly caught up in the moment that she was interested only in making him reach orgasm, had been unique in its own right. Gabrielle had long been a champion of her own sexuality; she had never run into the problems that her friends had, of partners who were clueless or who failed to bring a woman to orgasm. If Gabrielle wanted something, she asked for it bluntly, she instructed her partner if he wasn’t getting it.
Gabrielle remembered how far Edwards had pushed her, teasing her and bringing her to the edge of climax again and again. She felt her arousal growing just from the memory of it, her hands wandering absently over her body to caress and fondle. She had been more than stimulated by their tryst, and she had to admit to herself that she was intrigued by the prospect of more. But she was worried as well; what if she agreed to Edwards’ terms, and then once he had her completely vulnerable, he took advantage of her helplessness to do something cruel, or to injure her? Gabrielle knew that she would have to consider her answer. She had just over a week to make up her mind about it.
The prospect of her new job, of the internship she had won thanks to the risk she had been willing to take, was another kind of victory. She had fought a stupid man’s discrimination and sexism, and had succeeded so well that she had actually managed to get more than she was fighting for. Gabrielle went to bed tired, but thoroughly pleased with herself. Even if she decided not to take Edwards up on his offer, she thought, the fact that he had made it was a balm for the pain she hadn’t been quite letting herself feel—the pain of the insults that the first interviewer had thrown at her. Gabrielle fell into a deep sleep, contented and excited all at once, and more than ready for her first day to arrive.
Bethany Rousseau
The sequel to this story is available now!
The Billionaire’s Lover: Curves To Caress
As the gorgeous billionaire Tyler Edwards opens her eyes and her mind to a whole new exciting world of sexual discovery, Gabrielle remains puzzled by the boundaries Tyler appears to want to put up. Reluctant to appear with her in public, and splashed across the gossip pages with an array of stick-thin super models on his arm, she begins to wonder just what her relationship with the domineering billionaire is all about.
Realizing that she's fallen in love with him, can she find the answers she so desperately seeks from him? Or will Tyler's secretive nature tear them apart for good?
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