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decisions for Lynx. I never forced you to make any decision you didn’t want to make, but you never trusted me   enough to take my advice.”

My hand reaches for the door handle. I’m trembling slightly, but I don’t open the door. I don’t run. I don’t leave.

“Julia, by helping you, I am putting everything on the line. I am going against a decision that my own company has made. If I do this, I may be planting the seed to destroy everything that my father has built. Why should I risk it to return Lynx to your hands if you’re only going to dig yourself into a deeper hole later on?”

My mind fills with images of women sprawled lewdly on satin sheets, blindfolded and handcuffed. Images of collars whips and, paddles crowd out any ability to think rationally. Then out of the haze one image crystallizes in my mind. I am kneeling on the ground, my arms are tied behind me with thick coarse rope, my pencil skirt is hiked up to my waist, my bared bottom exposed as Mark presses his rigid manhood against my heated lips, stretching me open.

I can’t do this. Something inside me wants this too much, and it scares me.

He rests a warm hand on my shoulder, “There is more than one way to be strong, Julia. You know one of them, I can teach you the other.”

The silence stretches. The door handle is slippery and cool from my sweat, but I can’t let go. It’s my only root in reality right now.

“Can you really do it? Can you get Lynx back?” I ask quietly.

“I think that I can. But I need your help. I won’t be able to tell you everything, and you must accept that. I will ask and teach you to do things you never imagined doing, and you must accept that too.”

Mark opens his door and puts a long leg out onto the pavement, “I will give you some time to think about it. But I need your answer tonight.”

He walks around the perimeter of the parking garage with his hands in his pockets staring out at the starry sky.

I could keep pressuring my lawyer. I could try to get this ‘evidence’ on my own. I could sell the Wall Street story to another magazine to scoop Ladies World. That would surely bring me a lawsuit, but at least I’d get the last laugh. Or, as my slit begins to moisten, I can take Mark’s offer.

Sexual submission? Total trust? Even if I could get my body to cooperate, how would my mind ever fall into line? And what did he mean by teaching me another way to be strong? Yet, everything he has told me has been true. Every place he touches on me catches afire and ignites a craving within me that only he can satisfy. He was right about Lynx. He was right about me. If I had just listened to him and not gotten involved in a street fight with Ladies World, things might be different now. What more do I have to lose at this point? I have the power to stop it. He has the power to make it work.

I unlock the door and push it open, finally loosening my grip and wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt before walking over to him.

“Well?” He asks with a slight smile.

I swallow hard and speak as if I’m before a board of directors.

“I accept your proposal.”
 

Chapter 4
 
    In elementary school, I had a ponytail that reached halfway down my back. My mother would comb my hair every morning and braid it carefully, fixing it with a purple elastic band. It had to be purple because it was my favorite color, and the only color I was willing to have in my hair. I don’t know who started it, but there was one year when all the boys thought it would be funny to yank on the girls’ hair during class. First it was Maria. She went home crying. The teacher gave all the boys in the class a stern talking to, but that didn’t stop them. Next was Carolyn. Her mother had to come pick her up. When Brian Carter yanked on my ponytail, he ended up bawling on the floor with a bloody nose. We both went home that day, but none of the girls in the class ever had their hair pulled again.
I don’t have a ponytail