Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Two: Lover's Complaint -- An Erotic Romance (Part 2 of 5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

enjoying this game of cat and mouse, taking his time with his slow, inevitable advance as he gradually backed me into a corner. I was reminded of our first meeting, in the locker room of my workplace. He’d taken me by surprise then, with a strong hand clamping around my mouth. Now I could see him approach, but the fear and anticipation weren’t diminished one bit. I stole a glance behind me; the wall was getting closer fast. There was nowhere to turn. I was trapped.
     
    He thrust himself against me, pushing me hard against the rough stones and pushing my wrist up near my shoulder. I grunted in pain as the stones dug into the exposed skin of my back.
     
    “Look at you, all done up like a tart in your stocking and heels. Arriving at my door with a butler, like you’re some kind of princess. You liked playing dress-up, didn’t you, Candace?” He ran his hand roughly up my stomach, between my breasts and up to my collarbone. “Just don’t forget your purpose here,” he growled. “This body is mine . You belong to me . Do you understand me, Candace?” There was a fury in his voice now – where it was coming from, I didn’t know. I nodded quickly, thrown off-balance by his sudden change in tone.
     
    His eyes narrowed; he leaned his face in close to mine. “I didn’t hear you,” he said. His words carried the threat of violence, and I shrunk away from his face and shut my eyes. “I asked you if you understand me,” he repeated, his harsh whisper sending a chill into my ear.
    “Yes, sir,” I gasped. I’d forgotten to address him properly. It was one of the first rules he’d given me, but in the heat of moments like this I always lost the ability to think straight. All I could focus on now was his hand on my body and the cold, sharp pain digging into my back – and all I wanted was to step away from the wall and have him take me in his arms. But he wasn’t ready to release me from the wall just yet.
     
    “You forget yourself,” he continued, his lips mere inches from my ear. “It seems I need to teach you some humility.” My mind started racing, wondering what sort of humiliation he thought I deserved. I should have known that all those fancy outfits, the luxurious shower, the royal treatment would come with a price. I was quickly coming to learn that with Mr. Stevens, things were never quite as simple as they seemed. I tried to steel my mind for whatever lay in store.
     
    “Get on your knees,” he said – as if I had any say in the matter. Before the words even registered, he was already forcing me down to the ground, his strong hand firmly coaxing me down by the shoulder. There was no carpet in this corner of the room, and I grimaced as I felt the hard stone of the ground against my knees. It was extremely uncomfortable, though not quite painful just yet. Still, I hoped I wouldn’t have to stay like this for long.
     
    I looked up at his face, waiting for instruction. Almost simultaneously, a hard slap came across my cheek, causing me to yelp in surprise and pain. “I didn’t fucking ask you to look at me,” he snarled. “Keep your filthy eyes to yourself.” The severity of his words, combined with the slap that had come out of nowhere, was too much to handle all at once. Immediately, I felt my eyes welling up with hot tears. I could feel him looking down at me with contempt. “Brilliant,” he said. “You’re going to cry now? You should save your tears for later. We haven’t even gotten started.” Pursing my lips, I exhaled deeply through shaking lips and tried to blink back the tears that were in danger of escaping. It took great effort, but I was able to compose myself. I folded my hands in my lap and looked straight ahead.
     
    He walked away from me towards his desk, and I heard him rummaging around in a drawer. I didn’t dare look up at him, so I had no idea what cruel surprise he had in store for me next. He came back a moment later, standing right in front of me, with my eyes