Jeffrey wasn’t coming. After over an hour of waiting and watching from the restaurant across the street, Emma finally accepted it as the truth: he wasn’t going to show up to read her letter today.

Maybe he’d had to go out of town. Or maybe he’d just grown tired of all this. Whatever had happened, it didn’t do her any good to sit here pining.

She was just about to stand when she noticed the coffeehouse employee who delivered the letters to Jeffrey each month making her way across the street, envelope in hand.

Emma didn’t know how the woman knew Emma was here, but at least she would get the letter back. Anonymous or not, she didn’t want her words floating around in the general public.

They were meant for Jeffrey alone.

The younger woman walked in the restaurant door, straight over to where Emma sat in the quirky corner with the couches and larger chairs.

“For you.” She handed Emma the envelope and gave her a smile.

“Sorry the usual guy didn’t show up, I—” Emma reached into her purse to give the woman another tip like she always did for delivering the envelopes, but when she looked back up the woman was already out the door and heading back across the street.

It was then Emma noticed the envelope wasn’t right.

It was similar to the one she always left for Jeffrey, but a little darker. Emma turned it over and felt all the blood drain from her face.

Open right now.

The words were scrawled on the front in bold handwriting.

Jeffrey’s handwriting.

Emma eased the envelope open with shaking fingers, eyes glued to his words.

Tales of Wonder

I’m not good at stories. I’ll never be a novelist. But hell if I’m not king of the one-liners. I’m a Vice-President of Marketing, after all. And one-liners are what sell a product.

Sell a fantasy.

Evidently, I’m also the king of wonder.

For seven months, I’ve wondered who the mystery woman was who had so bewitched my mind with her words. Her tales. Her stories that had me so hard for so many nights.

I’ve wondered who this woman was I’ve dreamed about, feeling like she was at once so close, yet also impossibly far.

I’ve read her words in wonder, awed by this power she had over me, without me ever even seeing her face.

I’ve wondered if this was a game for her. Did she really desire the captivating scenarios she wrote in those tales? Was she truly a submissive?

And mostly, I wondered if, without me even being around her, she would lay this letter flat in front of her and place her hands on the tops of her thighs, if I told her to do so.

Do it, Naughty Submissive.

Emma swallowed hard at the last words. She couldn’t help it, she immediately let the letter drop open in her lap and followed the command to place her hands on her thighs. Her breath was already becoming more labored.

And then… then, honestly, I wonder how long it will take my mystery lady to realize how quiet it is around her.

Emma gave a little gasp and looked up from the letter, glancing around. It was completely silent in the restaurant. Not only silent, empty. Everyone one was gone. What was happening?

“Keep reading, Emma. Out loud. I want you to read every word I wrote you. And you will do every action described on the page.”

Desire flooded through her entire body as the voice —Jeffrey’s deep, sexy voice— spoke behind her. She took another breath to steady herself, then began reading out loud.

I wonder what she will feel when she realizes that it is just she and I in what she thought was her safe hiding spot. And that my naughty little would-be submissive is so fucked.

Her voice caught on the last word and she could feel herself shift restlessly, growing wet. Her breathing hitched as she continued to read aloud, wanting so badly to turn and look at him, but compelled to obey the words.

Let me try a hand at my own story: The Naughty Would-Be Submissive.

My naughty mystery writer continued reading out loud as she spread her legs until the outside of her chair stopped her. She was a little embarrassed, a little nervous. After all she didn’t know she was going to get caught today.

Caught in every possible way.

She didn’t know that soon her knees would be over my shoulders right here in this restaurant and I would be licking that sweet mystery pussy that had been driving me crazy for so long.

Devouring it.

Emma gasped, words blurring in front of her eyes as she felt his hand slip into her hair at the nape of her neck, fingers tightening. Not enough to jerk her head up, but enough to let her know he was there. He was in charge.

“Keep reading. And spread your legs like you were told to do in the story,” he said, lips moving down to breathe lightly against the side of her throat.

Her legs fell open, sprawled open like he’d written, to the edge of the chair. But his lips were doing things to her concentration. She didn’t want to read, just wanted to feel. When she couldn’t force the words to focus, he nipped at the patch of skin between her throat and shoulder. “Concentrate, little Sub. Read.”

She didn’t know that I had figured out who she was over a month ago, but knew I needed to catch her in the act. That I realized if I confronted her at work or the club that she would probably deny that she was my sexy mystery writer.

I couldn’t allow that.

He’d known who she was for a month. Oh God.

As she read, Jeffrey came and crouched in front of her chair. She forced herself to keep going as he ran his hands up the tops of her sprawled legs, bringing her loose skirt up with them until the material was bunched at her hips. She jerked as his thumb ran along her slit on top of her panties. Then did it again. Just enough to drive her crazy.

And then his mouth was there, teeth gently biting at her clit through the fabric. “Keep reading, Em.”

She was supposed to be mine. She would’ve been mine anyway, eventually. But to find out my mystery writer and the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about were one and the same?

I was the luckiest bastard on the planet.

Once I knew it was her, it was just a matter of playing detective to find out where she hid each month. Where she watched me as I got so fucking turned on by the dirty words in her letters.

I knew she had to watch. Had to see how her words affected me. It’s what I would’ve done if the roles were reversed.

And she did, in the tiny restaurant across the street that looked like it was closed.

Once I knew she was there, all I had to do was offer the owner an obscene amount of money for a private party where no other customers or employees would be in the building.

I wanted my sexy mystery writer all to myself this first time. Oh, we very definitely will have sex in public, but this first time was just for the two of us.

Emma felt him push her legs together so he could slide her panties down, taking one leg out, but leaving the cloth hooked around her other ankle.

“Soaked,” he murmured, as he spread her legs again and kissed his way back up her thighs, this time sliding her hips down and hooking her knees over the arms of the chair. Emma’s eyes flew from the panties dangling so scandalously from one of her ankles to Jeffrey’s gorgeous face as it worked its way up her thigh.

“Read.” His voice came out in the sexiest growl she’d ever heard.

Had she dreamed of me reading her letters? Touched herself at the thought of me getting so hot and bothered by them?

Because I had. Like a damned teenager, so hard for her all the time at the thought of those Naughty Submissive Tales. Thought of acting them out with my mystery writer.

But when I found out who she was, another set of fantasies joined those.

Fantasies of leaning her over the executive board room table and fucking her from behind.

Fantasies of meeting her in her office and taking her up against the wall, having to be quiet so no one could hear.

And fantasies taking her every possible way we both could think of at our BDSM club.

And the best part about it? Once I knew who she was, I knew every single one of those fantasies were going to become a reality.

Emma could feel his breath between her legs, spread wide open for him. The papers fell mindlessly from her hand as he sucked hard on her clit. He worked his fingers inside her, thrusting in and out, streaks of heat spiraling through her with each stroke of his tongue against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Mewls turned into moans and sobs as he took her higher and higher but never let her go over the edge. Head thrashing back and forth, she tried to bring her legs down from where they were so wantonly sprawled on the arms of the chair, but his wide shoulders wouldn’t allow it.

“Please, Jeffrey. Please let me come,” she sobbed, need for release overpowering everything else.

His face lifted so he could look her in the eyes.

“Please, Master. That’s what you want, isn’t it? What we both want? Dom and sub?”

Yes. Yes. She never thought he’d be offering it. Just the words brought her closer.

“Yes, Master. Yes, that’s what I want.”

The gorgeous smile he gave her melted her heart at the same time it sent heat spiraling through her.

“Then come. Scream my name as you do. And be very happy I made sure this place was empty before joining you here today.”

Holding her thighs wider, exposing her further, his mouth returned to her center. This time his tongue thrust deep inside her, fucking her, as his thumb added direct pressure to her clit. Emma’s hands gripped his hair and she screamed his name, thighs shaking wildly, as he hurled her over the edge. The violent orgasm ripped through her.

She was almost able to breathe, almost able to open her eyes without seeing stars when he did it again, pinning her down, a flexed muscular arm over her stomach to hold her in place for another onslaught.

This time he drew the orgasm out with his mouth and tongue and fingers until Emma was a mass of quivering flesh, his name murmured over and over through her lips.

Jeffrey eased her legs down from his shoulders then slipped his arms under her, easily lifting her and then sitting in the chair with her in his lap, holding her close.

“What about you?” she finally had presence of mind to ask.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re going to get to me. And we’re going to get to all of those naughty fantasies you’ve been writing.”

She smiled, no words needed.

He kissed her, his large hands coming up to cup her face. He traced her lips with his tongue before sinking it inside her mouth, exploring. Like they had all the time in the world.

When they finally broke apart, Jeffrey smiled. “I hope you’re still willing to be a naughty submissive.”

Emma grinned. “Oh, I am. I have lots more trouble to get into. More tales to write.”

He pulled her closer. “Good. I’ll plan on us reenacting them all. The Tales of My Naughty Submissive.”

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