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“He had one of those signet rings with the emblem on it—the triskelion. Reasonably courteous. A new employee of yours and a stranger to the area. He originates from Manchester. He was with some colleagues from work but preferred our company. Appealing, perhaps. He smiled a lot.”
“Appealing? What was he after?” His tone hardened. A history of blackmailers had made him wary.
“Not us. He wanted to know about the social scene, munches, clubs, etc. He specifically asked to connect to Doms, not subs. I took this as a good indicator. He didn’t proposition us and apologised for intruding. I’m amused he works for you. Not that I said anything to him.”
“Good.” Jason picked up the card and slipped it into his breast pocket.
I took his action to mean he would deal with Mr Mark Cleveland, and the matter from my perspective was closed. Joshua scribbled on crumpled shreds of paper with his chewed crayons. Jason’s eyes drifted back and forth between the two of us, and, as I rose, he grabbed my upper arm, forcing me downwards. I knelt staring at the floor under his chair.
“Last night, I had a dream someone gave me a blow job in my sleep. A strange sensation.”
“Must have been a lovely dream for you, Sir.”
“Gemma?” His tone had developed a frosty edge, and I hunkered lower on my knees. I didn’t want to think about his hard cock, but his recollections of last night had awoken my imagination. I tingled all over with expectation.
“I gave you a kiss of devotion, Master, nothing more,” I whispered. I must have fallen asleep with his penis in my mouth.
“Good.” His grip on my arm released, I rose. As I reached the doorway, he spoke again. “You can give me another kiss of devotion later, subbie. A more fulfilling one for me.”
“I look forward to it, Master.” I shot a glance over my shoulder and ran my tongue around my parted lips. He smirked, but I didn’t see a cross Dom—I’d not broken any rules.
The summer weeks passed, and I remembered my night out and the encounter with the adrift Dominant. I wondered if he had made his connections or had been left thinking we’d chucked his business card in the bin.
“Jason, what became of my mysterious accountant, Mark Cleveland?” I asked him one evening at Blythewood.
“I guess he is finding his way,” replied Jason from behind his newspaper.
“I meant as a Dom, not at work.”
He lowered his paper. “I know what you meant, Gem. Someone made contact with him.”
“So, he is legit?”
“Yes. Martinson checked him out.”
“Because he spoke to me?”
“Yes,” Jason paused. “I met him recently.”
“You did! Where?” I scooted over to his chair and plopped d
own at his feet.
He folded the newspaper and laid it on the coffee table. “At work.”
Jason proceeded to tell me about his encounter with Mark Cleveland. I imagined the surprise when Mark had been told of the CEO’s visit. Not the head of Gliech Ltd over from Frankfurt, nor the vice president of the Financial Services Division, but the boss of the corporate holding company: Jason Lucas.
Jason didn’t give much warning for his sporadic visits to the various company locations. However, Gliech's UK offices were conveniently close to his corporate HQ in the City, enabling him to spring a visit once or twice a year.
I took Jason’s narrative and embroidered it, filling in the gaps, imagining it like a video recording. How I wished I’d been a fly on the wall.
Mark had spotted Jason in the foyer. He’d probably been surprised by the man at Jason’s heel—Johnson—Jason’s bodyguard for the day.
Mark would have the intelligence to piece the information together. Originally, he’d assumed the bodyguard comment at the bar was a ploy to put him off pursuing his conversation with us girls. All we’d have to do was pick out a convenient solitary man from the crowd. Seeing Johnson with his obligatory earpiece striding alongside Jason, Mark had re-evaluated to whom he had been talking during his evening out in the bar. Imagine his nerves when summoned unexpectedly to a conference room, knowing Jason had taken up residence there, or perhaps he wasn’t too shocked to find he was meeting Jason—an inevitable consequence of his interference.
Jason opened the conversation up by asking to see Mark’s signet ring.
“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful towards your wife, Mr Lucas.”
