Continued from "The Gift -- Ch. 03"...
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As we drive along behind the limo, your boss, Linda, begins to talk about the promotion she had in mind for you. "I will make her my 'Girl Friday', she will be my first assistant, and personal aide in the office. Does that sound good Master?"
I glance in the mirror, looking at the expression on your face from what she said. Seeing two emotions conflicting there, excitement over the promotion and a curious resentment over her use of the word 'Master'.
Linda turns to you and asks what you think of the idea of being her personal assistant. "Beth, I know you have so much more potential than we have been using in your current position. I feel you will do outstandingly in this new job"
You look at her, and glance at me, seeking permission to speak. "You may speak freely for now, my love." I tell you, looking in the mirror before saying it. "Please let us know what you think."
I watch as the resentment that had been building in your expression suddenly leaves at the acknowledgment of the special bond between us, and the realization that no matter what there is between me and Linda, you are the one I married.
"Thank you Sir. I am very excited and hope to meet your expectations of me in this new assignment, Ma'am." you reply, with all the vigor of your old self, almost bouncing on your seat with the prospect.
"Sir? Ma'am? If I may be so bold? I'm rather curious about YOUR relationship now. If it isn't to impudent on my part to ask?"
Glancing nervously at me, Linda looks at you, and slowly begins to explain a few things. "Remember the client party that you met Eric at?" she says, "At that point, I had been his Submissive and a Mistress in Training under him for 2 years."
'Oh SHIT!' is the only thing that you can think. 'And I never knew!'
"But as soon as he met you, and you two started talking, I noticed something." she continued, "I saw a new animation in Eric, and a renewed interest in the things he always used to enjoy that had been waining. YOU were the reason." She smiled tenderly at me as she explained. "I knew that he was in love, not with me, but you. I was willing to accept that. And I'm glad things have worked out the way they have. As long as you don't mind sharing your husband with me occasionally." A huge smile slowly spread across her beautiful face, making her eyes shine. "He has taught me so much. He is a large part of the success of our firm over the last 4 years."
You look at me with a different expression, wondering just what she means by that.
At this point, the Limo ahead of us turns into the long, curving drive to the Estate that Linda owns, left to her by a wealthy husband who passed away early in their marriage. He had been so much older than her, almost 70 when they married, and her only 24. One had to wonder what she saw in him.
Driving past the gardens, and the staff out taking care of the lawns, we pull up to the main entrance.
The limo driver steps back to the car and opens my door for me, before stepping around to get Linda's. You think that rather odd, as she is his boss, but don't say anything. "Will there be anything else, Sir? Ma'am?" he says as he helps her out of the car? She responds by asking him to put both cars in the garage, saying that we shouldn't be needing them tonight.
Having come around to the passenger side, I open your door, and put my hand out for the leashes. Putting them both in my hands, you get out, standing shyly next to the care, eyes averted from the driver. Suddenly you realize that you have heard his voice before. He was one of the bidders in the auction! Quickly looking at him, you see a tall, handsome man, with dark brown skin and short curly hair under his cap. As he closes the front car door, you see the muscles flex within his coat and wonder what it would have been like to have been HIS for that 20 minutes.
I watch you, seeing the look of lustful interest in your eyes, a thoughtful expression on my face. 'Hmmm.. this could be interesting.' I think as Linda and I lead you into her ornate foyer.
The butler opens the door as we approach, bowing slightly to Linda and I. "Evening Ma'am. Evening Eric, Sir. May I take you coats?" He appears to know me quite well, and considering the revelations of the last half hour, you assume (correctly) that he does.