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Where his face had been so chilling in its cold resolve, it was thawing enough to allow a more amiable expression to appear. “You came in here despising me, why are you pursuing this so avidly?” About that he was bewildered.
This time there was no snappy retort. She took his question seriously, but had no easy answer.
“I don’t know why,” she said. “That’s as honest as I can be. The attraction is remarkable, the desire compelling, but I’ve had that before. So I really don’t know why I want a relationship with you. I just know I’d like to try.”
There was a softer expression on his face, the woman was breaking through his barriers again, and just as she didn’t know why she was inciting this affair, he wasn’t certain why he was allowing it. He never would have in the past, but then he’d never met anyone like Jocelyn.
“It’s eleven,” he said looking at his watch. It took him only a second to return to a cool, clipped demeanor. “We’ll go to lunch at one. Don’t be late.”
Completely perplexed, Jocelyn took too long to leave.
“You’re dismissed, Miss Killian,” he ordered her out. She was fast to exit the office, the strangest feeling of fear traipsing though her body everywhere.
***
She was in his office at ten minutes after one.
“You’re late. The first mistake of any good submissive,” he said.
“You can forgive me,” she said. “I was doing your company’s business.”
“I don’t really care,” he answered.
“Well then, you can spank me now,” she said.
“When you ask for it?” He looked as if she’d gone mad. “I’m hungry, let’s go.”
The two climbed into Reggie’s Porsche, taking a path that wound through the city streets to a quieter neighborhood where Jocelyn expected some small cafe. They stopped in front of a shop instead, Jocelyn perplexed by what seemed a change in plans. Examining the shop’s facade, she guessed it was some kind of women’s apparel store, but it was difficult to tell.
Inside, the two were greeted by a small woman, with eyes that lit up the moment she saw Reggie. While she must have been over fifty, she had a sensuous attitude that made her appear much younger. She wore her dark hair in a bun, and was dressed in designer suite that was perfect for her somewhat stocky build. There was a soft graceful smile on her red lips.
Approaching them, she went immediately for Reggie, planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek.
“Monsieur, how long it’s been!” she exclaimed. “No fine ladies to bring to me?”
“It has been a while,” Reggie conceded.
She looked at Jocelyn. “Ah, but this one?” She was definitely interested in the sultry auburn haired beauty on Reggie’s arm. “What would you like? Something lace? Or perhaps…” Her eyes were lighting jubilantly with her thoughts.
“A corset, Marie,” Reggie interrupted her spirited musings.
“Ah, mais oui. Something?” She eyed Reggie with a mischievous glimmer. “Very snug, I should guess.”
“Oui. Very snug.”
“To remind her of her place.”
Jocelyn stood submissively beside the man, in awe of him, Marie and whatever this device the two were concocting for her. The woman eyed her top to toe with beady eyes, making judgments all the way. “She’ll have to strip,” she said, as she moved to the opposite end of the shop and rummaged through several large drawers filled with old fashioned women’s under garments.
“Take off your clothes, Jocelyn,” Reggie ordered.
“Right here?”
“Yes.” There was no discussion in his voice.
Modesty was never important to Jocelyn Killian, but to undress in broad daylight, in the middle of a clothing store was going to extremes, even if it was a deserted shop, in a deserted neighborhood. But, it was a test. She read that clearly in the cool clear tones of Reggie’s voice. For an instant she wondered why she was doing this. But then she remembered, even as she doubted herself, that he turned her on so much she couldn’t think of giving him up, even if it meant sacrificing her modesty.
“Jocelyn, Marie can’t fit you properly unless you remove your clothes.” He was being firm but exceedingly kind, interrupting the conversation in Jocelyn’s head.
