The Adam & Eve Trilogy

Chapter Five-3

“I knew you would say no, so I thought I’d strike a deal with you that may be to your liking.”

“Let’s hear it, but my answer will still be no.”

“Well, like I said, hear me out… When you first saw me, you mentioned the name of this unattainable mystery woman, a Ms. Mauricio I believe you said.”

Laura saw Williamson stir. The name obviously struck a deep chord within him.

“Yes.”

“You love her, don’t you?”

“I’ve been obsessed about her for three years since I first met her, it’s true, but love? I’m not sure.”

“Come on, Phillipe. Don’t be nervous. You can say it out loud.”

“OK. For the sake of argument, I love her. What of it?”

“I think you mentioned she was coming back soon?”

“Yes. She graduates from Stanford next June. She may return to Seaside City, but I really have no idea of her plans. I just vaguely know her Father, but I haven’t spoken to him in months.”

“Phillipe, this is the woman you love. I want to give you a chance to be with her and her alone. I don’t want to get in the way of your love for her. I also don’t want you to dump me the minute she’s back in town.”

“I would never do that.”

“Phillipe, if she is as pretty as I think she is, I won’t stand a chance against her. Anyway, she’s your first love. You should wait for her to come back. Also, I’m married and I know my husband adores me. I feel terrible cheating on him like this and when he gets back Saturday, I’ve decided not to leave him. I want to try to be as warm to him as I’ve been to you the past two days. I think it’s worth one last try. So I will be unavailable, completely unavailable to you after this Saturday afternoon when he returns from his trip. So I would be your sub in name only. I will never forget the pleasure you gave me this afternoon, but now it has to end.”

“Why can’t we stay together until Saturday?”

Laura shyly looked downward.

“It’s that security guard at the club, isn’t it? What is it about him that fascinates you so much?”

“We have some things in common.”

“Like what?”

“We both keep journals, we love the theater and have appeared on stage, or at least he has,” Laura said quietly.

“I love the theater. I’m on the Board of the Seaside City Playhouse.”

“It’s more than that. We’re both struggling with our Christian faith.”

“For your sweet body, I’ll convert to Christianity.”

“I just want to help him, to give myself to him”

“But why? He’s not a Dom.”

“I think he is.”

“Him? No way. What does he weigh? 130 and change?”

“Being a Dom must not have to do with just with your musculature. It’s something deeply rooted within you, isn’t it?”

“Most Doms are large men. That’s just the way it is. He’ll never be a proper Dom to you, Laura.”

“I think you’re wrong. I want to help bring out the Dom nature within him, just as you helped me to accept my submissive nature. I want you to be happy, Phillipe. I guess I developed a little crush on you, since meeting you yesterday. So here’s the deal, take it or leave it. If Ms. Mauricio chooses not to come back next summer, or if she comes back and it doesn’t work out between you, if you release me today, I will agree in writing to you to resume my role as your sub. I will allow you to keep me locked up in your castle in the sky for the rest of my life as your personal love slave. You may keep me restrained to your bed all day long so you can use me to your heart’s content and I will be happy to do it, knowing that your Ms. Mauricio is out of your life. You will only have to wait another year. If plan A doesn’t work out, now you have a Plan B you can fall back on with a cute, sexy compliant girl who’s attracted to you and will happily come back to you.”

“What about your husband?”

“I can’t make any promises about that. What I can promise is that I will leave Stephen or whatever Dom I may be with, if you beckon me to join you next summer. I will keep in touch with you, so you will always know where I am, where you can find me. I promise you this, Phillipe, as my first, my one true Dom.”

“You drive a hard bargain. You should sell real estate.”

“If you don’t release me, I’m going to leave you in a few days anyway, and you’ll have no chance to ever have me again. It’s a pretty good offer. I’d take it if I were you. Maybe it might work out that we could still be together in the future.”

Williamson stared at Laura, then reached in a desk drawer nearby, pulled out some stationary and a pen, quickly wrote up two copies, signed both and slid the papers and pen across the table to Laura.

“Where do I sign?”

“On the line under my name.”

Laura signed the contract, folded up her copy in her hand and gave him back his copy.

“I’m afraid I’ve got to run. I’m meeting Stephen at the club in forty minutes. Can you have me driven there? I left my own car parked downtown when you whisked me away this afternoon in your limo.”

“Sure, Laura. Whatever you need.”

Laura placed a hand on his cheek.

“Don’t be sad, Phillipe. We may have the rest of our lives together. I would really like that. And I’ll feel more comfortable with you without this Ms. Mauricio always lurking in the back of your mind. And we’ll know for sure in less than a year. I’ve got to take a shower and change clothes.”

“There’s a guest bathroom three doors down on the right. I’ll have your suitcase brought to you. The limo will be out front in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, Phillipe.”

Laura showered, shampooed her hair, threw on a bra, panties, jeans, sweater and high heels and met Williamson back at the elevator. He silently handed her the paper, formally releasing her as his sub, frowning. Laura took off her collar and gave it back.

“I’m just loaning this back to you for a year Phillipe. I expect it back if things turn out the way I hope they will. I want you to know I love… I loved being your sub, even if just for the afternoon. I’ve never felt sexier or more alive. Thank you, Phillipe.”

Williamson smiled and gave Laura a bottle of morning after pills. She put it in her purse.

“Don’t forget to take one of these within seventy two hours. My physician has assured me they’re the most reliable brand on the market, even for strong swimmers like mine.

“I’m sure you have very strong swimmers, Phillipe.”

Williamson pressed the down elevator arrow and the doors instantly opened. Laura gave Williamson a kiss on the cheek, went in, pressed the L button and held her finger on it.

“Goodbye, Phillipe. Maybe I’ll see you at the Club.”

Laura let go of the button and the doors shut.

Stephen exited the lobby of the club after his shift ended. Laura stood waiting for him on the curb outside. As soon as she saw Stephen she ran into his arms and embraced him.

“Stephen! Your eye looks much better.”

“The swelling’s gone down.”

“I have a surprise for you…”

Laura took out the folded paper from her purse and Stephen read it, embracing her.

“I can’t believe it. He actually released you? I’m so happy, Laura.”

“Now we can be together, at least until Saturday night. Will you be my Dom now, Stephen?”

“Of course! Let’s go have a drink at my apartment to celebrate.”

“Drive me downtown first, I have to go pick up my car, then I’ll follow you.”

At his apartment, Stephen poured Laura a glass of wine and popped open a can of beer. Laura removed her diary from her suitcase and handed it to him.

“What’s this?”

“It’s my diary. I’d like you to read this entry. I wrote it the night I yelled at you in the parking lot.”

“Are you sure you want me to read it? Isn’t it private?”

“Yes, but I want you to read it.”

“Okay.”

Stephen opened the diary and read the page it was opened to.

“Dear Diary,

I just had a dream about the man I met tonight, Stephen. When I woke up, I was touching myself and felt a pleasant wetness all over my fingers and thighs. I remembered my dream in vivid detail. Stephen was in it and that terrible man I saw on the stage tonight. Stephen was tied up in this room on a chair. The man from the stage grabbed me and dragged me across the room by a rope he had tied to my wrists. Then he turned to Stephen and slapped him across the face, splitting his lip. I wanted to help Stephen, to kiss away the trickle of blood he suffered for me. The ugly man from the stage told me he would slap Stephen again, harder this time, unless I submitted to his demands. He kept brushing his fingers against the bulge in his pants and staring at me. I told him I would do whatever he wished, as long as he stopped hurting Stephen. Stephen protested, telling me not to submit to him, but it was too late. He put one hand around my throat and with the other he grabbed my shirt and tore it off my body. With Stephen watching, he got behind me and squeezed my breasts and n*****s so hard that tears came to my eyes. He ripped off my panties and forced himself inside me from behind until he ejaculated. Then he spun me around and ripped the bra off my body and pushed me down to my knees, unzipped his pants and forced me to take his c**k into my mouth. I started crying, looking over at Stephen, but he was no longer tied up in the chair, it was my husband. I looked up and Stephen’s p***s was in my mouth, his p***s was the one I was sucking upon. Then I woke up, with wetness on my fingers…”

“Wow. That’s a sexy dream, Laura. Maybe you should try writing erotic fiction,” Stephen suggested in admiration.

“I’m sure my husband would love to have his minister’s wife writing dirty books.”

“It might make him feel more sexual.”

Laura bent over and put her head in her hands.

“I don’t know, Stephen. I’m so confused. It’s like I started shedding my skin when I met you and the new layer has taken me over. I can’t deny it anymore… I’ve lost control of what I’m feeling, thinking…”

“Why don’t you spend a little time here with me, to just relax, you know? Maybe you’re just a little confused right now. We could just hang out here together for as long as you want and just talk…”

“I want… I feel frightened, Stephen.”

“Of what?”

“Can I trust you, Stephen?”

“You know you can trust me.”

“There is something drawing me… back to that club. I’m afraid of it, but am also strangely attracted to it… like I want to go back in there and let myself go… lose myself there. I can’t seem to stop these thoughts and feelings, will you help me, Stephen?”

“What can I do? How can I help you?”

“I thought maybe I could give myself over fully to this need inside me. I know it’s wrong, but while my husband’s gone, maybe I can purge myself of these desires I’ve repressed all these years. Maybe I can get it out of my system, and go back to my normal life on Saturday, or at least try to, when my husband returns. I’ll have the memory of giving myself over – just for two days – two days is not so long compared to a whole lifetime. Am I not allowed to have just two days of freedom? I know it’s wrong, but if I don’t experience this with you, it has to be with you, Stephen…I know I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

“I just had a great idea. Excuse me while I make a call.”

Stephen dialed the A and E Club.

“Don’t you worry, Laura. We’ll figure this out. Hey Cindy, it’s Stevie. How are you? Yeah, I heard you were going away this weekend. Have fun. Listen, can you get Firmin on the line? … He’s busy. Okay, just tell him our lawyer will call him back first thing Friday morning.”

Stephen hung up.

“What are you up to, Stephen?”

“Wait for it…”

Stephen’s cell phone rang.

“Hi boss. Yeah, that’s right Mr. Firmin. Laura and I hired a lawyer. You got time to talk to me now? That’s right. Her name is Laura and she’s retained a lawyer. What? Are you kidding? I saw Williamson’s hands all over her, he had her chained up in his office, grabbing her t**s, her ass, forcibly detaining her, touching her inappropriately, he told us we have a pretty strong case of deviant s****l assault, s****l harassment and kidnapping against Mr. Williamson, not to mention the f*****g welt I have on my eye he gave me. That’s definitely assault; they said I should get some photographs before the swelling goes down. Sure, we can come over and talk about it… No lawyers? OK, they might not like it, but you’ve always been good to me, Mr. Firmin. Yeah, sure, I’ll hold…