He was in shock. “I'll call them right now, just untie me. Please!”
“One last thing,” she said. “If you ever...” she paused again, and took a deep breath in. “EVER... want some of this, you won't make me ask twice.” She set the paper down on the foot of the bed, and walked back to her clothes.
“What are you doing? Untie me! Please!” he cried out. She ignored him, putting her pants on, then her shirt. All the time, he cried out and thrashed against his bonds. “Please! I want you to take control of me! I'll give you anything you want! I'll give you the cash right now for that medical bill.” That last one was tempting, but she felt like he could still f**k her, physically and monetarily, if she gave him what he wanted right now.
When she was finished dressing, she walked back up to the foot of the bed. Her eyes fixated on his dick, she touched her pu**y through her dress pants. “I am so wet just thinking about how our next encounter is going to go, and how you're going to please me.” Her eyes wandered up to his chest, to his face, and their eyes locked. As had happened last week, a blinding light seemed to come from behind her eyes, and she once again was dizzy. This time, she managed to turn the wince into what looked like a pleasurable hiss. She knew she'd be sharing his dreams again tonight.
She again turned and walked away from him, and out the door. “I'll let the butler know about you on my way out.” She heard his yells all the way down the hall, and down into the living room. The butler was awake, reading a newspaper. He was obviously used to having to drive women home after their late-night trysts with the master of the house, and she smiled and asked him for a ride. She had him drop her off at a friend's house that didn't live anywhere near her, in case he decided to track her down.
A couple of blocks away from the end of the trip, she started to tell the butler about how Mr. Hayes was still tied up on the bed. He laughed and thanked her for telling him, and said he'd take care of it. Tracy's friend was glad to take her in for the evening. As Tracy settled into the couch, she reflected on the evening. She was exhausted, but she knew that she was going to have at least one good dream...
***
Again, her dreams were full of sex, much more explicit this time, though far more varied. It would start with a fantasy, perhaps the two of them on the beach, or on a ship. She'd be feeling his chest, enjoying the muscles of his abs, and then another dream would snap into focus. It was always clear when her dreams ended and his began. He had several dreams about her, and they were all much more wild, more animal than they were the other night.
She would start out in charge, keeping him on edge while he was tied up, but he would always get free. Then, he would take over completely, dominating her. She hesitated to call it her own rape, since it was clear she was enjoying it, but she resisted every time. Tracy woke up after every one of them, moaning and writhing, wet as she had ever been. She masturbated a couple times that evening, quietly to avoid waking her friend, but every time she fell back asleep, there was Mr. Hayes, f**king her brains out once again.
***
She woke up around noon. She was exhausted, but she knew there were things to be done. Her friend offered to be her taxi after hearing her story, other than the dream parts. She went into work and apologized to her manager, but claimed that Mr. Hayes had insisted she leave with him and that she felt that it was best for the restaurant if she went with him. The manager said he understood, but that she wouldn't get credit for the hour she had worked prior to that. He also said that he gave away her shift that evening since he had no idea if she had quit or not. She could start up again Sunday night.
No worries, she thought, with any luck I won't be here long enough to care. As she left the restaurant in her friend's car, she noticed a black sedan pull out behind them. She couldn't be sure, but she figured that there was no real point in trying to hide from a billionaire anyway. There was no chance he was in the car himself, he had a business to run. He probably had hired goons that did a lot of clandestine stuff for him, so tailing her would be a piece of cake. She had her friend drive her back to her place.
About four blocks away from her apartment, the car made a turn that would bring it back to the highway. Maybe she was wrong, she thought. The thought quickly passed when she got home and saw a similar sedan parked directly across the street from her apartment complex. She sighed, knowing that it'd be a life without privacy until she gave Mr. Hayes what he wanted.
When she got home, she carefully inspected the door. It looked like it hadn't been tampered with, but she decided that she would be careful in this place for the foreseeable future. She felt like it was on the one hand impossible for him to try anything considering how much in the public eye he was in, but on the other hand, with as much money as he had, anything was possible.
She looked over towards her computer. Who knew what he was capable of? Her passwords were all really good but what if he had installed something on her computer? She decided she didn't really want to stick around here all that much anyway, so she went down to the local library. The black sedan didn't follow, but she had no idea what she'd be looking for if she were being followed on foot.
When Tracy got to the library, she quickly checked her email. Nothing suspicious, no “your password has been reset” emails from the various websites she was a part of, no emails that were marked “read” that should have been marked “unread”. She breathed a sigh of relief. She may have had to call this whole thing off if he had proved too obsessive.
While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut off at any time, truly giving him all the power even though the illusion was there that the dominatrix was in charge. Tracy was in unexplored territory, a stranger in a strange land. The more she read, the more she thought she was stumbling around in the dark, and that her success up to this point had been a fluke, even with her new power to enter Mr. Hayes' dreams.
She stayed until late at the library, reading one book after another and trying to figure out what her next move would be. If someone was following her, she thought, they'd be bored out of their mind by now. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her head. They'd also know that she was doing research on how to dominate their boss. She took a quick look around, and then quickly put the book back on the shelf.