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“I’m looking at her account as we speak,” her tone tensed.
“The last four of her social security number is 4406. Can you check we have the right--”
“Have the same one here.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Who paid off my bill?”
“Your step-mother’s account qualified for a special grant via one of our Cedars patrons,” said Karen.
“Who was that?”
“They remain anonymous. It’s our policy.”
“Someone at Cedars paid off my entire step-mother’s medical bill?”
“The funds came from one of our patrons here at Cedars, yes.”
“Shouldn’t they ask my permission first?”
Quiet filled the few seconds it took me to catch my breath.
“Your mother is a very lucky lady,” said Karen. “Her entire debt is wiped clean. That really is something to be happy about.”
“Can you send me that in writing?”
“The letter is on its way, Ms. Lauren.”
Lying back on my bed, I stared up at the ceiling trying to come to terms with the fact I was now free from all debt.
And now if I really wanted to I could leave Enthrall.
That was the last thing I’d ever want to do. Not now, not after I’d found somewhere I really felt like I belonged, was accepted for who I was. Had potentially found theonethere.
I rolled over onto my stomach and hugged my pillow. Wave after wave of relief consumed me that this ordeal was over; this far reaching responsibility of getting the best care for my step-mom was lifted. Who, I wondered, had paid off my entire debt at Cedars? Was Richard a patron? He was certainly rich enough. How would I ever be able to ask him if it had been him?
Seriously, one chicken wrap and a bottle of Perrier and my imagination takes off on its own to crazy-land.
My bath would be a great way to celebrate.
Steam filled the bathroom and the scent of vanilla wafted. My robe slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor. Spending time around Richard made me feel sexy and so adventurous, and right now I wished I’d brought that toy home from work.
Reaching low, gently easing apart my folds, I once again discovered my clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch as I imagined these were Richard’s fingers flicking away, bringing lustrous sensations over my entire body.
Richard had admitted he liked our kiss but something told me he would never be mine, could never be mine. I’d never be worthy of a man like him. Though somehow knowing this made it easier to want him. Safer to fantasize about a lifestyle so forbidden.
My orgasm building, my eyelids fluttering shut…
My thoughts drifting, I wondered if I could ever live a life where I succumbed each day to a man’s desire to control me? Possess me? My pussy throbbed, feeling so hot and wet with the thought of that man being Richard. Him mastering me, disciplining me, sending me over the edge...
Like my fingers did now, quickening, bringing me closer, those memories flooding back of him spanking me in the dungeon. That dark red walled playroom that promised hours of punishing pleasure—
I wished these were Richard’s fingers, his masterful touch working me into frenzy. Nothing, no matter how much I tried, could I mimic the way he had touched me here, pleasuring me like this. His expertise was something I yearned for more than anything.
Coming hard, consumed with thoughts of being bound and gagged and used merely for his pleasure, I found release with the longest moan and shattered into a thousand pieces.
I collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Easing into the warmth of the bath, soothing my tired limbs, I began to understand what it meant to lavish pure physical attention upon myself, wallow in the luxury of self-devotion. My self-loathing was slipping away. It felt like I was truly seeing myself for the very first time. All tension left my body and this deep ache in my heart lifted. I drifted off to sleep—
