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I frowned, not understanding the last part, but then I heard Christian’s voice come over the speaker.
“Remember, Rebel. You’re not to play with yourself if you want your sweet little pussy opened up Friday night.”
My hand froze. The apartment spoke for itself again.
“Masturbation detected. Alert sent to sponsor Christian G.”
CHAPTER30
Leah
My phone buzzed a minute later, after I had gotten guiltily out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, feeling acutely the strangeness between my thighs, a gentle but distracting tugging with each step.
That’s alright, Leah. You’re getting used to it. But don’t let it happen again.
I looked around the bathroom, as if I could see the cameras that I knew must keep watch on this room, just like the rest of ‘my’ apartment. To my dismay the surge of heat in my body, at the realization that of course Christian could watch me here, too, didn’t merely go to my face. Would I ever get used to the way my body responded to every new reminder of my submission to a wealthy, arrogant man?
I tried to stay busy. At 9:30 I got an important assist with that, when I got a text that stunned me.
Hi Leah! I’m Rebecca, Christian’s assistant. Christian asked me to set up a meeting with you to look at possible job opportunities in some of the production companies he works with. Can you come into the office at 11?
My jaw went slack. I hadn’t even really paid attention to the hints Christian had dropped about how he thought I had a future. I had obviously thought I had afuture… a life presumably of figuring out the next thing I could stumble through. But arealfuture?
A story that would keep unfolding, with dark and wayward parts, yes, but leading to a happy—wantonly happy, maybe—ending? My billionaire sponsor, the man who had used me like a whore and planned to keep me as a degraded fuck toy, as the co-author of that happy ending?
My fingers trembled as I typed back,Sure!
I only hesitated over how many exclamation points to use. I decided I had to put one there because otherwise I sounded surly. Ten days ago I might have been very happy to sound surly, back in Harristown and trying to make my way in the New Modesty, not really understanding how I had even ended up there. Today, embarrassingly, shamefully, I knew: I needed to serve a man’s lust… to have him take me firmly in hand and train me for his bed… to learn an old-fashioned lesson when I misbehaved… all of it, if I hoped to find real happiness.
How could I ever feel surly again, when the man who had decided to teach me to please his huge, hard cock also thought me worthy of a different kind of career?
* * *
Rebecca, middle-aged and wearing a very prominent, very beautiful engagement-and-wedding ring set, couldn’t have been nicer. If she knew how Christian and I had met, or that he had decided to keep me as his personal fuck toy, or that he had spanked me for disobedience… or that under the pretty new skirt and the lacy panties I had bought with his money lay a pussy smoothed and sealed and terribly needy, the way her boss wanted it, Rebecca gave absolutely no sign.
“The best thing is probably for you to do an internship at Moonshot,” she told me. “They’ve got like a zillion movies and shows at different stages of development.”
I nodded, eyes wide. Moonshot Studios had madeMoonglider.Rumors about the sequel had swirled for months already.
“Can you start Monday? I realize you’re pretty new to LA, but the sooner we can get you into a writers’ room and starting to watch how Hollywood sausage gets made, the better, right?”
“Sure,” I said, so overwhelmed that I couldn’t manage the exclamation point. “Thanks so much.”
“Thank Christian,” Rebecca told me. “He clearly thinks very highly of you.”
I bit my lip, looking around the sumptuous office of my sponsor’s assistant and wondering how much more sumptuous Christian’s own must be.
“Can I ask you…” I blurted out, feeling my face go crimson to the roots of my hair. “Is he… you know… a good boss?”
Rebecca smiled. For a dizzying, heart-pounding moment, I thought I could see in her brown eyes that, actually, she knew everything: the apartment that responded to Christian’s commands over my own, the bed with the webbing restraints that held me open for his discipline and use… the display her boss had instructed me to make that night with my thighs spread and my finger in my anus.
It passed, and I told myself I had imagined the knowingness of the smile. Rebecca’s lips only seemed to express friendliness.
“He’s the best,” she said. “A little arrogant, maybe… but some people just earn their arrogance, right? He does like to have his own way…”
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t help it. Rebecca didn’t show any sign of noticing, which made me think, to my distress, that she probably did know everything and had earned her position of power through her ability to keep it all to herself.
“…But, you know, again…” Her smile got even bigger. She shrugged in a way that seemed somehow elegant to me, though the gesture belied the simple, though immaculate and probably very expensive, outfit of t-shirt and jeans. “Some guys make you happy to follow their orders.”
