He closed his computer and walked up to his bedroom. Laura had become a very important part of his life in the last few weeks. Since he’d opened up to her about the death of his wife and child he’d felt a deeper connection. Laura hadn’t experienced loss, but she understood pain. She didn’t expect anything from him and for that he was thankful. He cared about Laura and he found her attractive. Every time he thought about her, he tried to remember the fact he was twenty years older than she. She was young and had her whole life ahead of her. She didn’t need a man like him in her life. By the time she turned forty, he would be sixty years old. No, he wouldn’t try to argue his point. Laura Cox was a wonderful woman who would one day make a man proud to call her his wife. Even though it would hurt like hell when that day came, he wouldn’t stop her.
He grabbed the story he’d been working on. He was stuck on how to finish it. He didn’t want to tell her he’d spent some days working twenty-four hours straight to complete his story. It wasn’t a full-length novel, but the start of something much bigger. He couldn’t think of the names to call his lead characters and the title eluded him also. The story had started to mean so much more to him, as if the story was his own personal journey. He settled down and started reading the story from the beginning. The deadline was fast approaching and he didn’t have much time.
Chapter Nine
Dear Diary,
I think I’m a submissive. Dean gave me this book the other night and I’ve never been so turned on before in my life. Surrendering to her Master is the title. The story is about a woman, Lisa, who has a less than desirable past. She was forced into selling her body for money. One night when she’s about to end her life a man comes to her. He forces her to call him Master. Nothing else. He takes her to his mansion and brings her back to life. He shows her that no matter how hard her life has been, someone could still love her for who she was.
The Master is in love with her. Lisa can’t reach cl**ax and the time they spend together is about Lisa accepting who she is as a woman and learning to not only love the opposite sex, but to also love herself.
I felt as if the book was speaking to me on a deeper level. The things the Master did to her, I want Dean to be the man to take control, to order me to submit to his love-making. Does this make me a little strange? I don’t know. I’m not repulsed by the idea. I’m more intrigued. How would it feel to have his hand slap across my ass? To punish me for being naughty? The endless list of possibilities has filled me with so much temptation.
Sometimes I find myself staring at him and wondering what he’d do if he knew how I felt about him. Would he be repulsed by my bland features and large size? When I think of him, I forget about the world I live in. My parents don’t matter and the position at the library doesn’t matter. Helping Peter doesn’t matter. Dean can make me forget everything else. It's just he and I.
There are times I see the sadness in his face and know in my heart he misses his wife. No way would I ever be able to replace her. By reading more of his work I understand the value she’d been in his life. I could never be like her.
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Dean was in his study on the phone as Laura glanced through his collection of music trying to find something of interest. She heard the phone go down and she checked to make sure he’d finished the call before putting some music on. A selection made, she adjusted the stereo so she could feel the sounds rolling through her. After working at the library and being hunched over the computer for the last hour, she was ready for some movement and her mind was working a hundred miles per minute. The relaxation of dancing would bring her back to neutral. The first sounds spilled from the speakers and she loved the tune instantly. It had a real beat where she could throw her head around and dance to her heart's content.
In no time at all, Dean had found her.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dean called over the loud music.
“I’m working out the tension. I need music. This helps me to clear my head, gets rid of all those bad vibes and have some fun,” she said as her arms swung up in the air and her h*ps swayed from side to side.
“This isn’t music. It’s an awful noise,” he replied and covered his ears.
Laura burst out laughing. “It can’t be that awful. It’s from your collection.” She moved over to the stereo and turned the volume up.
“Besides, you need to relax and calm down. Come and dance with me,” she said as she went back to the center of the sitting room. She’d moved the coffee table out of the way and made sure there was plenty of room.
Dean refused and made to walk away. She wasn’t letting him get away that easily. Laura grabbed him before he could leave and tugged him into the center of the room.
“Come on. Let go,” she said and holding his hands, began moving to a beat.
His hands were lax in her grip and she refused to let him go. Dean needed to have fun. He spent far too much time feeling guilty. She understood why he hurt and she couldn’t imagine going through the pain and heartache. The only way for him to move on was to accept what had happened and to understand he had no control over the situation. A few more minutes and she wouldn’t give up.
Dean gripped her hands and together they danced. The music was loud enough to cut off all thought and they simply immersed themselves in the fun of the moment. He twirled Laura and wrapped his arms around her before spinning her out and bringing her back into the curve of his body. She laughed and followed his lead. Dean was a wonderful dancer.
The music drew to a close and they tripped. Dean fell on top of her on the sofa. Laura couldn’t stop laughing as she gasped for breath. He’d winded her, but she liked the feel of him against her. He was laughing as well and she’d give anything to hear his deep throaty laugh.
“I’ve not danced like that in years,” he told her on a chuckle. His hands were by her waist and his fingertips ran along the indented curve and swell of her waist. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her stomach. Laura froze as her stomach quivered. His nearness was shocking her. Their laughter and the music stopped. The only sounds were of their indrawn breaths. She couldn’t look away.
Dean stared down at her. She saw one of his hands come up between them and cup her face. His pelvis pressed ever so slightly between her thighs. Laura became aware of their situation. They’d fallen in such a way that her legs had opened and his most private part was pressed against hers. Something hard, thick and long prodded against her mound and the pressure felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to anything poking in such a delicate area.