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true. As if a load had been lightened from my shoulders, a sense of freedom enveloped me, a freedom to be who I was meant to be. He would give me orgasms, allow me to have them the way I had never allowed myself. He had taken the choice away from me, taken away the guilt and the fear. My pussy spasmed and I groaned.
    "Open your mouth, Victoria. Let the sound out."
    I did and my orgasm hit harder. “That's it baby, no holding back. Not ever with me.” His voice tightened and I could feel the jerk of his cock as his orgasm hit.
    He kept his arms around me and kissed along my neck and shoulder. Then I heard the zip of his pants and the zip of my dress. He placed my hand in his. “Let me walk you to your car."
    Once again goose bumps arose on my arms and I shivered. What if it was all a lie and he never meant to see me again? What if the whole thing had been just a ploy to get laid?
    We reached my car and I looked down to the pavement afraid of what I might see in his eyes. He reached around my neck and unclasped the necklace. My eyes welled up and I whimpered.
    He kissed the top of my head. “Taking off the necklace just means the role play has ended for the night. It doesn't mean we have. You are still mine . Don't think for a moment I'd give you up so easily."
    The tears came for real then and humiliation followed. I'd fucked some man I hardly knew and was getting upset that he might leave me. Leave me, like my ex. Leave me, when I barely knew him to begin with and had no hold on him.
    He kissed at my tears, licking them off my face. “Let me take your sorrow, Victoria. Let me take it all away from you and give you pleasure instead.
    I sighed. “Michael. . . . “ I couldn't formulate a sentence. Had no idea what I even wanted to say.
    "Do you enjoy being mine, Victoria?"
    "Yes. I want to be yours. I'm grateful I'm yours."
    He kissed me then, hard and breathless. “I'll email you tomorrow and then no communication until Thursday night when I open the envelope.” He kissed the tip of my nose, turned and walked away.
    I drove home in a fog trying to make sense of the night. I'd fucked a man I'd only met once, believed he somehow had possession of me in some intangible way, and had two raging orgasms. Most importantly, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the glory I basked in would return in exactly one week. But what would my next date with the Dom require of me? I smiled with anticipation.
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Chapter Two
    The week after I had sex with Michael was the oddest week I've ever experienced. I knew we had set up this deal for a sex only, and believe me it was great sex. But I didn't know him well and part of me wondered if he was really going to train me, or, if since he'd been laid, he wouldn't need to see me again. So rather than the week flying by and me being able to focus entirely on law school, I spent a great deal of time focusing on him, and fretting over whether he'd call with the instructions on Thursday night.
    Considering I was forty and had been out of school for a thousand years, I really couldn't afford to be daydreaming. I had more work than I could handle for one night and instead of getting the job done, my eyes kept glancing over to the phone. The quiet phone. Nine o'clock and no phone call. What if that was it? I couldn't force him to call me any more than I could force him to fuck me. And I wanted him to fuck me again. The space between my legs longed for it.
    I read through about another twenty pages or so of the driest material ever written and wondered how I'd ever retain a word when the phone finally rang. I jumped for it but tried to keep the edge from my voice. “Hello."
    "Miss Victoria.” His voice covered me like maple syrup, a sweet tasty treat. “I trust you're having a good week."
    If I hadn't been, I knew I would be now as he explained the contents of the envelope.
    It'd be an easy one. This was one of his. It should have been the first one since it had the least