Heather Taes a Brea

Hello to my wonderful readers. This story is a bit of a transitional... short and contemplative. More is coming, I promise.

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Heather wakes to Patrick sitting on the bed next to her, fully dressed. He leans down and kisses her forehead gently, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"Good morning my sweet!" he smiles.

"Good morning Patrick..."

"I know it's a bit rushed, but I have some breakfast on the master patio. Could you join me once you have gotten a chance to wake up?"

"yes... sir..."

But Heather hears something in his voice as he walks away. She sits up, slipping from the warmth of the blankets, and into her robe, padding out the french doors to a small delightful patio with a pair of small potted trees providing shade. She sits quietly.

"Sir...? Patrick...?"

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"Heather, I have been called out of town suddenly and have to go for an urgent board meeting."

"Sir? Really?"

I can see the disappointment in her eyes and it hurts my heart.

"I'm sorry my sweet. I was so looking forward to spending the weekend with you. Yet, I'm responsible for a part of this company and it's 1200 employees, I can't turn away from it. I'm very sorry."

Heather looks up, smiling, her eyes telling me she understands. She stands and I can't help myself, admiring her long legs... how she moves under the loose robe... She steps around the small table and comes to me and as I push my chair back, she sits in my lap.

"Sir... Patrick... can I come with you? Please?"

I look down, not able to meet her beautiful green eyes, but am acutely aware of her close presence, feeling myself stir.

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"I want you there, truly. I hate to be away. But saving this company and these people is going to consume me. I can't not fight for them. The board is being driven to rip them apart and sell off the pieces for individual, short term profit. I can't let them..." I trail off, still looking at the floor. "My plane leaves in in 45 minutes, and I'm already late."

Heather hears his words, and his frustration and determination. And in an instant, she realizes that's exactly who he is. She's sure he would gain from the short term, but he wants to do the right thing for these families that he likely doesn't even know. She places a hand on his shoulder then under his chin. It's her turn to lift him up.

"Patrick. It's ok. I understand."

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I look up into her impossibly green eyes and in that instant, I am acutely aware of her on my lap, her closeness. Here, in this moment, knowing that I have to leave her... and all I want to do is stay. She is the one I have been waiting for. Without warning, she leans in and kisses me hard on the mouth, her lips opening, and I wrap my arms around her wonderful body, kissing her back. And my cock responds instantly, fully erect in a matter of seconds.

"oh my gosh!" she laughs, leaning back, wiggling her ass playfully, but she has no idea how hard it is for me to laugh with her and not simply bend her over the table and take her.

"You seem to have that affect on me, my sweet!" I chuckle, as she stands, looking at the tent in my pants, laughing.

"Sir, you better get going. I'll clean up here."

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Heather takes his hand and walks him down the stairs.

"Heather, please stay here if you like, or back at your place. While I will try to call or message you, I don't know whether time will allow it. Regrettably, I release you from the remainder of the contract as I don't believe I will be able to fulfill my part of it."

"Do I get a rain check, Sir?" she smiles.

"Yes. You do. I plan to make it up to you as much as I can. Yet, perhaps this is for the best, a break to think and reflect and make a sober decision to continue... or not."

"Sir? Don't you wish to continue?" she says quietly, her stomach dropping, her eyes soft and sad.

"I do Heather. Yet, you have to admit our time has been a whirlwind since we started. My original plans were quite a bit slower and methodical. I am VERY happy, but surprised."

"Yes, sir, it has been... interesting," she smiles as a wave of relief washes over her.

"It has. And while my trip cannot be helped, perhaps it is for the best. A break for a few days will give you time to assess and think. What I am showing you, what I am asking of you is a major commitment... it is life. Please step away from it all... to think... to contemplate. Marco will be watching over you, but that is all of my world you might see."

"I understand, Sir," she looks up, putting on a brave face, smiling a little bit even though she feels sad.

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"I have something for you, for today." I say as we reach the door, picking up a package from the table by the door. "This is for you."

"Should I open it, Sir?"

"Yes. Please." he says.

Pulling the ribbons, opening the box, she peels back the tissue paper to reveal a white dress shirt. She pulls it out, slowly. It's his... it's the same shirt from the other night.

"It's the shirt you wore that night. I asked Sarah to modify it so you might wear it. Please wear it and the rest of the contents to work today?"

"Yes sir! Should I put it on now?"

"No, I am already late for my flight. Thank you for understanding. And again, I'm sorry."

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I take Heather's hand, moving to the door. I pull her into my arms and she melts as I kiss her hard, letting her feel my passion and desire.

"Have a great weekend Heather. If things wrap up early, I will come right back, but I don't think that will happen."

"I understand Sir. Please travel safe." she smiles, giving me another quick kiss.

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Patrick turns and closes the door... and is gone. Heather leans on the door, sighing deeply. Disappointment lays heavy on her. She has been dreaming of the coming weekend, even took Friday off in order to surprise him. Moving back upstairs, she sets the box on the bed in the guest room. After a quick shower, as she has before, she drops the robe, standing naked as she sets the shirt dress on the bed, pulling aside another layer of tissue paper, exposing a note.

==== note ====

Heather,

I am so sorry that I had to leave you. 1200 people, 1200 family's lives are at risk of complete disaster if this company goes bankrupt. I know I can prevent it, but it will take all my focus and energy to make that happen. I know you will understand and I hope you allow me to make it up to you next week.

Please enjoy all the jewelry, trinkets, etc... everything that I have given you so far. Please use them and wear them as you wish this weekend. Since I am not able to fulfill my part of our agreement, you have no obligations to me until we meet again.

I will miss you terribly my sweet.

Yours,

Master, Patrick

==== note ====

Heather smiles, and sets the note aside. Peeling the next layer of tissue paper, she finds a pretty white lace bra and matching thongs, a pair of casual heels... and a hair band. She giggles as she pulls her hair up into the pony tail. He never forgets anything. Slipping into the underwear, she quickly pulls on the shirt, buttoning the front, stepping in front of the mirror. Sarah has tailored the shirt, tapering it in at her waist, hugging her curves perfectly. Patrick is tall and the extra length hangs down her thighs, short, but not too short. She straightens the collar and opens two buttons, giving the look a playful little bit of her skin.

She moves to the dresser and opens her drawer, revealing all the wonderful jewelry he has given her, yet she pulls out the simple bank skeleton key on it's silver chain, slipping it over her head. The heavy key slides down her chest, resting just about her cleavage. Heather opens one more button on the shirt, revealing the key. She adds large hoop earrings and the emerald bracelet from Greta, before looking down at the weaved anklet as well. Maybe she'll take Greta on that shopping trip this weekend.

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I sit on the plane, sipping coffee. The trip is necessary and I know it's the right thing to do, yet my heart longs to turn the flight around. I stare out the window at the clouds and the sun. Opening my tablet, I start consuming the business at hand, yet my mind still holds a small place for Heather, and how I might make it up to her.

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Heather jumps into the TT and drives quickly to Apollo, knowing the familiar taste will help keep Patrick in her thoughts. She parks and walks into the shop, standing in the long line. A few of the men at the store give her a long look, but nothing she isn't getting used to. She does think this new reality she lives in is very strange, all the attention is just a confirmation of his world... this world he has introduced her to.

She sits outside, staring up at the cloudy sky, sipping at the coffee. How did she get to this point? the past week or more has indeed been a whirlwind... crazy. Perhaps he is right, that things have gone too fast, that she needs to slow down. Maybe this world isn't really what she wants. She has never thought about being submissive to a man before, much less obedient, doing whatever he says. It truly is crazy. Maybe it's too crazy.

Soon she is at her desk, starting her day. She checks the phone constantly, hoping that he'll call or message her, that he will help her and guide her through this strange emptiness she feels. Opening her purse, she pulls out the small box. The kegels lie inside. Should she use them as he would want... to please him... to keep herself nice and tight for him... for his cock? A shiver runs through her as she remembers how he felt against her and she longs to feel him inside her. Closing her eyes, she takes a long, slow breath. Perhaps a true separation, a complete break is what she should do. But he left all the wonderful gifts he gave her and told her she could use or wear them as she wished. She smiles and practically runs to the restroom, inserting the kegels, loving the feel of them inside her, loving how they feel as they move subtly inside her as she walks back to her desk.

At noon, Heather heads to the restroom again, placing the diamond dangles in her panties. Soon, she is walking over to CPK for lunch, enjoying the small gems hitting against her thighs, feeling the kegels insider her, loving the slight vibrations of the orbs hitting against each other. She sits on the covered patio next to the green, enjoying a small veggie pizza. As rain starts to fall, a light breeze tugs at the white dress and she keeps her legs together, becoming more and more aware of the eyes on her. She knows they are mostly innocent and yet is still unaccustomed to all the attention. One brave young man even walks up and sits opposite her, hitting on her. After a few minutes, she smiles softly.

"I'm sorry but I am spoken for. I belong to someone already," she says, and an unexpected, wild thrill flutters through her stomach.

She places a hand over her mouth to suppress a gasp, and the man takes the rejection gracefully, withdrawing without protest. But does she belong to him this weekend? He released her from their agreement saying he couldn't fulfill his end of things. She is under no obligation to fulfill hers. She is confused and sad at the same time as she fingers the key resting on her chest. After finishing lunch, she hurries through the light rain before it becomes heavier.

Before long, she is back in the restroom, enjoying the wonderful stretching as she pushes the kegels from her body, feeling the strange fatigue she felt after she used them the first time. A tingle passes through her as she considers that they are making her tighter... for him. She washes them carefully before returning to her office. As the early afternoon passes, she goes for several walks. On the first, she walks by his empty office, pausing at the door, remembering sitting in the chair across from him, remembering the wonderful acts of obedience and submission she has done here. Discretely, she enters and sits in the chair in front of the desk, pulling out the long diamond pendent. As another tingle rushes up and down her spine, she fastens the necklace around her neck, sliding the sparkling gem between her breasts, layering it with the heavy skeleton key already laying on her skin. She wants to wear the nipples lariats but knows her nipples would show easily through the white shirt without a bra, so she dares not. Perhaps when she gets home...

She goes outside in between the rain drops, stopping at the tree where he first took her nipples. They stiffen as she recalls the feel of his lips. And finally, she sits by the arbor, where he has asked her to take those pictures. Maybe she should send him another one, but she knows she shouldn't.

After work, she heads to the gym hoping a workout will help clear her head. She tucks the diamonds away carefully before hitting the free weights, elliptical and rowing machine, working up a sweat. Heading to the showers, she walks by the full length mirrors and stops, turning. Her eyes move up her body, appraising herself critically. Her legs are long and in good shape, and her tanned skin has never had a blemish. She turns a little, lifting the front of her tank, revealing her flat stomach. She doesn't have a 6 pack like some of the thick girls do, but she is toned and smooth. And her ass is smaller than the men all seem to like these days, but it's firm and round in the short shorts she wears. Her breasts fill out the tank pretty well, the sports bra under the tee presses them down, but she has some cleavage even so as a bead of sweat runs down her chest, disappearing between her breasts. She turns a bit more, holding out her arms... they are thin and toned, slightly muscular, but not too much... feminine. Even her back is nice she thinks looking over her shoulder, lightly muscled and again, her skin is tanned and satiny.

She showers and changes, slipping into a light sweatshirt and leggings. With a careful peek through the locker room she lifts the sweatshirt and slips the nipple lariats around her stiff nipples, smiling at the slight tugging. Putting her hair into a pony tail, she heads home. The rain has mainly stopped and she eats a light dinner on her patio, as she would have most nights before Patrick. Heather closes her eyes, thinking back to only two weeks before. She sat in this very place, having had a day very much like today, except for the sexy dress and adornments. She wore a boring pants suit that day, blah gray with a purple blouse, buttoned all the way to the top. In fact, she is wearing the baggy boring gray sweatshirt she did that night. She smiles, knowing that the evening is not even close to the same as the diamonds tap lightly on her skin, tugging softly at her stiff nipples. As the light fades and the mosquitos chase her inside, she sits on the couch. She pulls out the laptop and sets it on her legs.

In moments, Heather is wandering through various sites, wanting to learn as much as she can. What it means to be dominant. What it means to be submissive. The ten behaviors of a good submissive. How to be a good girl. Soon she finds herself moving into the sexual side of submissiveness. She reads about how to service a man, how to take care of his needs. In the end, she is watching videos of women kneeling before their men, servicing them with their mouths, and tongues, and hands and breasts... their entire bodies. She pays attention to how they talk and what they say. Before long, her panties are soaked through and her leggings are damp. She giggles to herself and sets the laptop aside, taking a long shower before jumping into bed. It's near 10 pm as she slips into her old pajamas and into bed. And in the spirit of taking a break in things, she didn't think she should sleep naked... he didn't ask her to. She doesn't pick up her book. She doesn't turn on the TV. She doesn't scroll through IG on her phone. She just lays on the pillows... the soft, wonderful pillows he provided her... staring at the ceiling.

Heather wonders where life is taking her. On one hand, she has a decent job, some good friends... she has a life here. A boring, ordinary, suburban life. She'd probably meet some nice, decent guy, get married, have a few kids... just like everyone does. She sighs quietly. Her mind wanders over the past couple weeks. Patrick has exploded into her life and changed everything. She is dressing provocatively and sexy, something she has never really thought about before. Her orgasms have been... truly insane... she didn't know her body could do the things he has had her do. He has showered her with gifts... jewelry, diamonds, clothes, and the Audi. It's like money doesn't mean anything to him, yet these things surely cost tens of $1000s. And he trusted her immediately... giving her the key. She fingers the heavy metal key under her t-shirt absently. She thinks of her bed at his place... home... and the wonderful dinners... of the Agreement... of kneeling at his side... her research... and... with a shiver, she remembers the feel of his cock... hot... hard... jerking... his sperm shooting over her body, warm and sticky, running through her light pubic hair, and over her clit and her pussy lips. A tremendous shiver washes over her body and she sits up suddenly.

Her nipples are erect and she can feel her lips swelling, her clit aching. She takes several deep breaths, and slowly, her body calms. She goes back over all her research and she has learned so much about dominance, submission and all it's varieties. She never knew much about these things before Patrick, never would have considered being submissive to a man. Yet, as she has experienced him, and what he has shown her, she feels... comfortable and safe in it... like it's where she belongs.

And while her mind has carefully avoided the memory, it comes nonetheless... Saturday... in the park... those men in the dark shed... he risked himself for her... and he destroyed them with a scary calmness, a dangerous darkness. And immediately after, his tenderness and kind heart as he cared for her, kept her safe from the demons in her dreams. She touches the thin anklet, a gift from a little girl... Greta, and her family that Patrick treats as if they were his own... how he treats everyone around him. He is strong and powerful and dominant... and kind and wonderful and gentle. He has shown her everything, his entire world, all he has to offer...

She reaches for her phone and starts typing frantically.

==== message ====

* Patrick, sir, master.

* I'm sorry if I am disturbing or interrupting you

* You asked me to take some time since you are gone, to think, to reflect... and I have

* I am realizing that my world before you was... to be honest, boring... I was boring

* You have opened my eyes to what the world could be... to what I can be...and I want it all

* I don't know where you are, but please, please... let me come to you

* I promise I won't get in your way, I won't bother you during your busy day

* and maybe I can help... take care of you in little ways when you are alone or free

* I can get your breakfast before you go, I can make sure your clothes are ironed and ready

* I can help you relax, make sure you have your favorite drink, rub your shoulders...

*... even take care of you... sexually... I... want to serve you... in everything

* I offer you all of me... I am yours... please let me be your good girl

* Heather

==== message ====

Heather slides from the bed, standing. She wants to be his, to have this world he has shown her. With slow purpose, she removes her pajamas. Naked, she slips back into bed, pulling the luxurious blankets up over her nude body. She closes her eyes, sighing, enjoying how she feels naked beneath the soft blankets, naked because he asked her to be. Slowly, she drifts off to peaceful sleep.