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Chapter 6

FREYA

Between work and trying to research everything Sir gave me, I’m emotionally and physically spent. I’ve been slammed at work this week, and when I finally make it home, I can’t stop reading and rereading the paperwork. It scares and excites me. Everything I read turns me on with no release. He told me I’m not allowed to pleasure myself, and as much as I want to every time I think of him, I have such a burning desire to please him.

We speak daily on the phone he gave me at the club, and there’s something so comforting about his voice. He doesn’t push or pressure me, answering any questions without judgment, yet I still haven’t put pen to paper.

The moment I step foot inside my apartment, I peel off my clothes and head straight for the shower. It’s been a long day. One of those days that you physically need to wash it away before you can relax.

When I’m clean and my hair is towel-dried, I grab a sandwich—the dinner of champions—and reach for my Dom phone. Just thinking it is crazy. Me. Freya. I have a phone that’s just for a Dominant whose name I don’t know and whose face I’ve never fully seen. As ridiculous as it sounds, I can’t help myself. My whole body has pulsed with a low, thrumming arousal since the first time he touched me, his lips brushing mine on the dance floor.

Me: That’s me home for the night. Tucked up in my bed.

He likes to know I’m safe, even though he barely knows me, and I like that someone cares. Manhattan can be a lonely place when all you do is work. I’ve never had much time for a social life, and until now, it hasn’t bothered me. It wasn’t until I started looking into the lifestyle that I made the decision to make time for a life, and since meeting Sir, I crave his attention. I shouldn’t. I pride myself on not being one of those women who needs a man, but there’s something about him.

Sir: Lucky bed. I’ll call you in five. Just finishing up something.

A thrill courses through me. What would it be like to have him in my bed? He doesn’t know where I live. We know next to nothing about each other.

When the phone rings, I immediately pick up, and any pretense of being cool, calm, and collected evaporates. I just want to hear his voice.

“Hello, little one.” The low rumble sends a shiver down my spine.

“Hello, Sir.”

“You were out late tonight.”

“I was working. It’s been a long, stressful day.”

“I’d come and de-stress you, but then I’d have to know some personal details about you.”

A pang of fear prickles my skin. “I’m not ready for that.”

“Do you have any questions for me tonight? I see you haven’t updated the portal yet. What’s holding you back, little one?” There’s something so genuine in his words. It’s how I’ve always pictured a boyfriend treating me—kind but authoritative. Except he’s not my boyfriend and doesn’t even know my name.

“Did you speak to your lawyer friend about a contract without names?”

“Yes. You and I can sign separate contracts and have her keep them. She will need your legal name to write it up, and obviously, she already knows mine. You can still shield your face and let me know your name, little one. Or you could show me your face and keep your name hidden. Why are you so afraid for me to know who you are?”

“The things I want you to do to me. Depraved things. The last guy I dated…”

“Let me stop you there for a moment. I’m not like the boys you’ve been with before. I’m a man who knows what you need. Whatever you desire, I will give you the opportunity to explore in a safe space with me.”

“But what if we don’t like the same kinks?”

“Let me worry about that, little one. My job is to help you solidify what you do and don’t like.”

“I’m just a job.”

“No. Not at all. I never train people I don’t find attractive or have a connection with.”

“What happens if I don’t sign the paperwork?”

“I really hope that’s not what you choose because we can’t move forward without it.”

“But we’ve already had some form of intimacy.”

“Yes, and that was again a weakness on my part the last time you were here. I’m drawn to you, little one, but as much as you have wants and needs, so do I. I need you to sign the paperwork if I’m to train you properly.”

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