Help Wanted [*Complete*]

11

"Upon the acceptance of their submission to Sir, he will present the submissive at his discretion before other members of The Society, demonstrating their worthiness to Sir's peers."

Things got progressively worse for me. Mr. Emery never went back on his word and I don't know why I really expected him to. He did what he wanted to do and what he wanted was to edge me until I was practically scaling the walls. His favorite way to take me was to press me up against the window with his hand at the back of my neck as he rode me hard. The lack of release coupled with the constant sex and closeness was driving me insane.

Wednesday morning, I woke up before he did for a change. Naked and with my old black satin robe hanging loose and open I made coffee for both Mr. Emery and myself being careful to measure out the half cup per his direction. Once finished I took my mug out to the balcony walking along the length of the lap pool which led to the large rooftop garden. Sipping the bitter black coffee I stared down at the sleepy city below, it was so early the sun had yet to rise and everything was gray and quiet.

"She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies," Mr. Emery recited as he approached dressed in his running clothes.

It sounded familiar, my nose scrunched for a moment as I tried to place the verse.

"I never took you for one to have memorized poetry by Lord Byron, Sir."

"Admittedly I only know that one stanza, it suddenly seems very apt." Mr. Emery approached the railing beside me taking up my cup.

"I made breakfast, Sir." I commented as he took a sip of my coffee before handing the mug back. A rare smile tugged the corners of his mouth, but he suppressed it near to as quickly as it came. Amusement still lurked in his eyes all the same, making the stormy gray sparkle.

"Coffee isn't breakfast."

"Oh, but Sir, it is one of the most important food groups of the day." I smirked as he pulled some of my hair over my shoulder, the wind caught my robe and made the soft fabric billow around my body.

"Is it now?"

"Oh, yes. However, would we function without caffeine, Mr. Emery Sir."

"Poorly I'd imagine." He took the mug from me again bringing it to his lips. As he handed it back he touched my cheek. "Go back inside it's cold, I expect to find you naked in front of the window when I return."

I nodded but didn't make any overture to move.

"Did that sound like a suggestion, Natalia? Inside, now." He clipped out the order but didn't wait for me to follow before he headed back inside. I complied of course, but I couldn't help but to wonder what he would have done if I hadn't.

When we got in from the office I knew we were going out. It was Wednesday, and I heard him talking on the phone numerous times about Wednesday night.

Without stopping once we exited the elevator, he walked to my room, leading me with a touch at the small of my back. Once there he went right for the box. I'd almost forgotten all about it, the nagging need for release had usurped my curiosity. The only box I cared about was the one between my legs.

"I believe you've earned this." He held the wrapped package out to me.

With a nervous glance to him, I hastily tore through the paper and removed the lid. Inside, nestled amongst black tissue paper was a delicate antique gold half domino. At first it looked like lace, but when I touched it I was surprised to find it hard and cool.