Page 33 of UnTrained: Volume One
I push my chair back from the table and stand in one movement, almost knocking over Alex in my rush. “Yeah. It’s me. Hang on one minute.”
Once I’m alone in the hallway, I press the phone to my ear. “Lana? What’s going on?”
Her voice is so soft I struggle to make out her words. “I… I didn’t know who else to call. I’m sorry, Sir.”
I’m about to tell her that she doesn’t need to use the title, but there’s something in her tone that makes me wonder if that’s exactly what she needs. “You can call me any time, Lana. I gave you this number for a reason. I told you to call. Remember?”
A sniffle.
“Lana, tell me you’re nodding, baby.” I silently curse at the pet name that slipped out.
“Yes, Sir. I know you said I could call.”
“What do you need?” My voice is soft. Hell, I’m getting soft, when it comes to this woman.
“I don’t even know. I thought I would be okay, that I could just go back to my life. But…”
“What happened? Are you safe?” My heart seizes. I never would have sent her back home if I thought there was a chance in hell those assholes could get to her.
“I’m safe. I’m just…”
She’s silent for a minute. I wait for her to continue.
“I don’t know how to do this. To be here. To make decisions. All of that.” Her voice breaks on the last words, and my heart breaks along with it. “I don’t know. I just thought maybe you’d know how to…something. How to get rid of that. Move on. Or…”
The hopeful note in her voice tells me exactly what she needs. And technically, I wouldn’t be breaking any rules.
She’s not under my supervision as part of this program anymore.
She needs help, and I have plenty of time off available, since I’ve never actually taken any vacation since starting with this unit.
And she trusts me. Just the fact that I’m the one she called points to that.
Once the idea takes hold, there’s no pushing it away. I can’t even come up with an alternative solution.
“Lana,” I say, hoping I haven’t read her wrong. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, without hesitation. “I mean, Aiden. Yes, Aiden.”
A smile plays at my lips. All those times I told her she didn’t need to call me Sir now seem ironic. “I have an idea, Lana. If you can trust me, I’d like to show you exactly what a Master-slave relationship can be.”
She inhales sharply but doesn’t object.
“If this is something you want, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to hang up the phone, then go sit in your living room and wait on the couch for me to get there. We’ll go over everything that needs to be a part of these relationships. Negotiations and safe words and limits and all of that. And once we’ve done all of that, you can decide if you’d like to have me as your Master. For a day or a week or some other time frame, but it will be finite. Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes, Aiden. Please.” There’s a tremor of need beneath her words, but her voice is strong. Certain.
“Good girl.” My smile stretches across my face at the thought of showing this woman exactly how good it can be. How a real Dominant treats his submissive. “And Lana?”
“Yes?”
“Call me Sir.”
