One Month Later

– My plane lands at 9:30 PM. I’ll be at the apartment at 10. –

– Yes, Sir. How would you want me to be ready for you? –

– Surprise me. –

– Yes, Sir. I can’t wait to see you. –

I had to admit: I couldn’t wait to see Sharon either. Three weeks couldn’t go fast enough, my mind straying back to our first two encounters every chance it got, to her complete submission to me and my natural domination of her.

At times, the time away from her made me feel like a horny teenager all over again, tempered only by work and thoughts of Jessica which, unfortunately, happened often. But that was to be expected. The divorce was still too raw and the personal repercussions of my breakdown at the shareholder meeting still fresh in people’s minds. It would take some time to live that down.

At least, Sebastian Lowery was out of the picture. In the grand scheme of things, being named among the worst landlords in the city wasn’t really that big a deal. But board members took notice and demanded that he step down from the nonprofit he’d founded until things quieted down.

There was also the restraining order.

I’d mentioned it to Margie right after I’d called Sharon and told her about the surprise waiting on the dining table. It was an afterthought but I had wanted to take care of everything before I’d be of a different mindset the moment I landed in Korea. I had plans to build a hotel in Seoul and I didn’t need any distractions. I wanted only to focus on that and nothing else. Maybe in three years, I’d break ground but until then, I needed to explore all the possibilities.

“How’d you manage to get the restraining order out to the press?” I’d asked Margie on my fifth day in Seoul. The news about the open code violations had come out that same day, followed by a rumor that a fashion model had filed a restraining order against him–an order he’d violated when he approached her at a restaurant in the Divisadero. There’d been an anonymous witness.

“That’s for me to know and for you to stop worrying about, little brother. You did say that you didn’t want to have your name attached anywhere, didn’t you?” Margie said and I could see her smiling smugly on the other end of the line. “The less you know about it, the better.”

Where would I be without her? “Thank you, Marg.”

Half an hour later, I walked into the apartment and stopped when I saw Sharon. As I shut the door behind me, I smiled, liking the view. She had both hands on the low table in the living room, her palms spread and her arms straight. Except for her stilettos, she was naked, her beautiful ass high in the air. Her hair hung over her face but I could see her watching me in the mirrors all over the place. If not the mirrors, there was enough chrome in the apartment to allow her to track my progress toward her.

“Are you pleased with your surprise, Sir?” Sharon asked as I brushed my hand over her smooth ass, as if inspecting valuable merchandise. She felt like contraband. Beautiful contraband.

“I am.”

“I have two other positions, Sir. All you have to do is tell me which one you prefer.”

“You can show me the other positions later. I quite like this one,” I said as I undid the top three buttons of my shirt even as my dick strained against my trousers.

“Yes, Sir,” Sharon said, not moving. I could sense her anticipation for that first slap across her ass, smell the fear mingling with her perfume, coupled now with the scent of her desire. “I only want to make you happy."

“You already make me happy.” I said, trailing my hand along her ass and sliding my fingers between her legs where she was already wet. I teased her sensitive clit lightly and she rocked her hips toward me, hungry for my touch. Her leg muscles strained to keep herself upright on her stilettos.

As I continued my torment on her body, brushing my fingers along her pussy lips as my cock rubbed against her through my trousers, she whimpered. She closed her eyes as her desire continued to build without relief. Not yet. I wanted to see how much she missed my touch, the one that told her who I was–her Dominant.

How soon before she’d beg for me to claim her? How long before I’d grant her what she wanted?

I moved my hand away and Sharon groaned, a sound filled with disappointment and yearning.

I smiled.

I liked this new beginning, one that would unveil who I really was. I didn’t know how far we’d go and how this arrangement would play out or for how long, but as long as she was willing to teach me, I was more than ready to dive into it. Only this time, there’d be no shame.

Not anymore.

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