Part 1Part 2 The Assistant Part 3: The Morning The clock read 8am. Claire awoke to see the man who h

Part 1Part 2 The Assistant Part 3: The Morning The clock read 8am. Claire awoke to see the man who had taken her so thoroughly the night before absent from the pillow beside her. She frowned to herself, but somehow knew it was only for a while. She was sore. Her whole body ached. Between her legs was a pain she had never experienced before. Like the embers of a smoldering campfire in the morning she was hot, but not burning; it was a pain of lasting desire. He had finished twice, she more than she could count. His stamina was unbelievable. Slowly and carefully she sat up in the bed, the sheets falling forward to expose her lightly tanned breasts, nipples still erect from thoughts of the night before. She observed the room. Everything was pristine, as if nothing of consequence had happened. As she turned her head to the table she saw a small piece of paper with a pen still sitting on it. A few words were scribbled across it. With more effort than it should have taken, she shifted her weight and let her feet hang over the edge of the bed. Pain in her legs made it difficult to support herself. She had spent so long bent over the bed, and much longer holding her legs back begging for more. He had brought out a side of her she didn’t know existed. She wanted him. Bad. Even in these early morning hours, after having so much just hours before, she wanted him. Despite her aching, she rose to her feet. She looked down at her naked body and ran her hands down it’s length, bending over to touch her toes. The stretching felt good and relieved some of the ache in her muscles. She took a step and paused. The carpet under her feet was cold. She smiled to herself and placed her hands over her eyes. She took another step and whimpered lightly. That blindfold. Carefully she stepped again, remembering the increased sensation she experienced when her sight was taken away. She giggled as the carpet caressed her toes. “Oh, Mr. C, you devilish man!” she shouted playfully to the empty room. “Take me, Sir!” She threw her head back, laughed aloud, and twirled around, almost bumping into the bed amidst her pirouette. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this happy. She made her way to the table, kicking up her legs and twirling as she went. She sat down and read the note. Out to the conference. Room Service will arrive with breakfast at 8:15. You will eat what they bring you. Every bite. Your clothing for the day is laid out for you. You will leave here at 9:30 and leave work at 4:45. You will return here by 6. I will be back at 7. Be a good girl for me and you will be justly rewarded. – Sir She read and re-read the note, then looked across the table at the other chair. Draped across it were her clothes for the day. The clothes were obviously not her own; she had not brought any with her that night. A loud knock came from the door. She jumped. “Room Service!” “Shit!” She scrambled to the bed and ripped off a thin white sheet. From the look of the outfit he had laid out for her she would need some time to get into it. Wrapping the sheet around her the best she could, she opened the door. “Um, thank you,” she said shyly, reaching her hand out from behind the door. She felt a heavy plate placed in her hand. “Ma'am?” The voice was high and unsure. Obviously a new employee. “Thank. You,” she said sternly as she hurriedly pulling the plate in and shut the door. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against the barrier between her and embarrassment. She looked down at the plate. No wonder the plate was heavy. A large helping of eggs, 3 pieces of bacon, a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, a small bowl of grits with a pad of butter and a light sprinkling of cheese, and a few slices of cantaloupe. She stared for a moment. “I’m supposed to eat all of this?” She scoffed. “How will he know?” She carried the plate back to the bed and sat back onto the headboard. As she ate she sifted through her daily schedule in her mind. She had to be at work by 10. 9:30 was barely enough time to get there. Then she had a lunch meeting with her boss at noon, a conference call at 2, another at 3… Today was going to be hell. But tonight… She rolled her eyes back. “I’m going to need a wheelchair by the time he’s done with me,” she thought. She finished her plate and sat it down on the bedside table. “I never liked grits, anyway,” she said, stepping away from the untouched bowl on her way to the shower. After she returned she inspected the outfit he had laid out. A white blouse, similar to what she had worn the day before, but far more low-cut at the chest. The dress was similar as well, but featured a prominent cutout at the thigh. Her bra laid beneath those. “Where are my panties?” She looked around the room. She went to the bed and lifted the sheets. Under the bed. In the nightstand. They were nowhere to be found. Then she stopped. “Shit…” She immediately knew. She took in a deep breath. “I can do this. I can do this,” she said aloud again, and started to pull on her new blouse. —— She arrived at work 3 minutes late. Her boss, Dani, was waiting in her office looking impatient. “You’re late, ” she said with distain. “I’m sorry. Traffic.” It was the quickest lie she could come up with. “Mhmm.” Dani looked at her knowingly, turned on a heel, and left. “What’s her problem?” she thought silently. “It was her idea.” The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Lunch was awkward, but bearable. She closed a few deals that had been hanging over her head for weeks. She felt a renewed confidence. The quiet, reserved Claire was somehow gone. She felt…powerful. She could take on the world. But how? She was not the one barking orders. She was following them. She was…submitting…and yet felt empowered like never before. There was something about this man that she couldn’t figure out. Something about his touch. His words. His breath on her skin. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t read him. But for the first time, she didn’t care. He had possessed her. Not a moment had gone by that she didn’t think about him, and anticipate what was to come that night. -- source link

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