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ChapterNine

Jonathan

– Be ready at eight. –

– Yes, Sir. What would you like me towear? –

What if I told her to step out of the house naked? Would Sharon do it? Would I let her? I stared at my phone for a few seconds before I typed my reply.

– Wear something to match youreyes. –

– Underwear? –

– Yourcall. –

– Thank you, Sir. I’ll be by the front door at eight. –

It felt strange to have someone so compliant–too compliant–but I figured it was part of the arrangement. All I’d ever known were Jessica’s rejections of every one of my requests that it was like I was caught in someone’s twisted idea of a Pavlovian experiment. At the sound of the bell, I’d expect rejection to every one of my demands.

I’d become a broken record, constantly replaying Jessica’s words and remembering how she’d look at me with shock and horror after every request. I needed to snap out of it and if I had to fuck every woman within a ten-mile radius just to get Jessica out of my system, I would. But of course, I wouldn’t. Not anymore.

I already had one, and she happened to be a submissive.

Mysubmissive.

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Sharon was ready at eight,standing by the door of her friend’s apartment building. I stopped long enough to double-park, open the door for her and get back behind the wheel. It had been like that since the first time I took her out to dinner and it just wasn’t my style. But Sharon had insisted, saying she lived north of 18th Street in the Mission District and she didn't want me parking a few blocks away only to get mugged just to prove to her that I was a gentleman. Still, if we were to see each other every time I was in town, we had to talk about her living arrangements.

Sharon wore a teal dress this time with a short pencil skirt and stilettos that could substitute as deadly weapons. She looked beautiful, out of place in an area of San Francisco known to be more bohemian. She needed to live somewhere else, somewhere that would suit her better than where she’d been crashing for the last three weeks. I couldn’t stop staring at her gorgeous legs and imagining them parted for me, my fingers in her pussy teasing her to the brink of orgasm only to deny her release until I said so. But first, I had something more important inmind.

“I hope you’re hungry,” I said as I eased the car into traffic.

“Iam.”

“Good,” I said, my gaze drifting down to her breasts before I tore my gaze away and focused on the road. I’d have time to play with her tits later. It was a short drive to the Embarcadero and as I drove past the restaurants and into the underground parking garage of a high-rise building, I caught her perplexedlook.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

We entered the sparse lobby decorated in dark woods and chrome, with an Italian stone tile floor. I nodded to the doorman as we walked in and had her sign in the ledger before making our way upstairs to the 12th floor.

The condo was spacious and could fit up to four people. Right now, it was going to be for two people whenever I was in town and one when I wasn’t. The place was impeccably clean, every inch made of glass and steel. A leather sectional sofa was arranged in the living room before a teak coffee table. Mirrors and chrome were everywhere.

“Is this where you live?” Sharon asked as she stepped inside.

“No.”

She frowned. “So why are we here? Who ownsit?”

“I do,” I replied.

“You own the apartment?”

“I own the building.” If Sharon was surprised, she didn’t let on. “Go look around. The view from the balcony is amazing.”

She went straight to the balcony overlooking Rincon Park with Cupid’s Span, a sculpture depicting a partial bow and a 60-foot tall piece of an arrow rising from the ground. Behind it was the Bay Bridge.

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