The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read Free

should proceed before him. Becca gave a small smile of thanks. Once they were both on and he had made sure that no one else was going up with them, he pressed thirty-three and then stood back without asking her for her floor.
    Oh, my God, Becca thought. No wonder he had grinned. He knew what she was here for. Becca knew her face had flushed in mortification and kept her eyes focused on the changing lights on the bar above the door indicating which floor they were passing. Kennedy must have pointed her out Friday night.
    By Sunday, Becca’s body hadn’t been sure how to respond. At night, she had dreamed of two men tying her up with that red sash on the business card. They would caress her body, touch her in a way that she only ever fantasized about, and give her an orgasm that left her exhausted. But she knew now that that wasn’t all that was going to happen. There were elements to BDSM that Becca wasn’t sure she would like. And what then? A few sites of reference spoke of serving a Master, pleasing him in his desires—even in pain. Becca wasn’t good with pain, but couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to want to please someone regardless.
    Sunday evening, Becca had filled out the application on the company website. It wasn’t exactly as she had foreseen, as there were questions that stumped her. The list was extensive. What were her preferences in men? There were several choices ranging from a gentle Dominant to a Sadist. Becca thought it would be safer to pick somewhere in the middle. Then came questions regarding what she desired in a partner, from the emotional to the physical.
    Becca started sailing through the questions until the form required answers regarding sex. What was her experience with BDSM? What was her pain tolerance? What were her soft and hard limits? Becca, of course, had to look up exactly what the application was referring to. The limits she discovered were a tad bit frightening, although at the same time, had her heart racing, her breathing uneven, and her hands shaking. After having two glasses of wine and a lot of unsure answers, Becca was able to hit the submit button.
    Ding .
    Becca’s heart skipped a beat. The doors slid open to reveal an elegant and tasteful foyer that included wood in various shades of deep red, lush cream carpet, and a well-designed logo of Safeword LLC above the receptionist area. Becca swallowed around the lump in her throat and fought back the urge to cough. The chauffeur, again, extended his arm for her to be the first to exit the elevator. If he hadn’t been there, Becca was relatively sure she would have hit the button that closed the doors and taken her down to where she’d left her sanity.
    “After you, ma’am.”
    Becca couldn’t have spoken if she’d wanted to. Taking a few faltering steps, she made her way to a young woman sitting behind the wooden counter. Becca wasn’t sure what she was expecting, although images of a woman in chains came to mind, but the girl couldn’t have been more than twenty-three years old. She had black hair that was pulled back at the nape of her neck, revealing a beautiful gold choker with a diamond in the center. She wasn’t thin, but wasn’t overweight. She was dressed in a short black skirt, with a red blouse that hugged her in a way that said she was proud of her body.
    “Jenny, when you’re finished seeing that Ms. Schuler is situated, would you please bring me the Taylor file?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    If Becca thought she was flushed before, she knew for a fact that now there wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t have color. He had known who she was the entire time, even her name. How was that possible? If he was requesting a file, the man couldn’t be a chauffeur. What exactly was his position at the company?
    The man continued his way down the hall on the right. Becca saw that there were several doors located on either side of the hallway and watched as he used a key to open the door on the left. A