*Author's Note: This is something a little different than what I have previously written. This is Jonathan and Garret's story, the events that happened before The Contract. I know I haven't finished The Contract for you yet but I'm stuck and the ideas for this one demanded to be written. I will warn you right away that it starts off slow and with no sex for quite a while. I wanted to build this world, get more into this safe little world of BDSM and tell the story of the greatest of friends. This will most likely act more like a novella so instead of putting this one under BDSM it is under Novels and Novellas instead.
If you are here because of The Contract, please know that this is a different Jonathan than the one you already know. This Jonathan is still learning and we'll be on that journey with him.
I will gladly accept your constructive criticism and would be grateful of your advice as some of this is territory where I have not gone before.
I do hope you enjoy.*
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"Get out!" the man snarled, "if you insist on being a brat then get out of my sight and return when you're ready to obey!"
He stalked from the room, leaving the naked woman sprawled on the floor to take care of herself. Samantha stuck her tongue out at his retreating back and made a rude gesture.
"Asshole," she muttered after he was out of earshot. "Absolute son of a bitch...patronizing bastard, telling me how to act." Samantha continued muttering as she made her way to her room, still naked as he had made her come to the playroom without her clothes. Slamming the door to her room behind her, she quickly dressed and put a few essentials together. She'd show him and come back when she was damn well ready. She made sure to stomp back down the stairs so he would hear and slammed the front door as she left. She started her car and peeled out of the driveway.
Samantha didn't know where she would go, or what she would do. She had signed the contract for a whole year, it had only been two months. Ten more months of this would be actual, unpleasant torture. A few miles down the road she pulled over to the side and rested her forehead against the steering wheel. Her friends were few, she didn't need a job so no coworkers to turn to. Even then she didn't want to out herself and him. He was an asshole Dom but he was a good man.
"Garret," she said suddenly, her head popping up as the name came to her. "He and Jonathan are friends, he'll know what to do!" She got her bearings and sped off to the home of Garret Fenton.
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A gray haired housekeeper opened the door at her knock, his eyebrows raised as he saw her.
"Miss Samanta," he greeted her, "how may I help you?"
"I would like to speak with Mr. Fenton please."
"He has turned in for the evening, as I was about to do myself. It is starting to get late, miss."
"Please, it's important I speak with him."
"It's all right, Charles," a man said from further in the house.
Charles opened the door further and stepped aside as he gestured her in. Garrett was dressed extremely casual. Well, she had always seen him in a suit or at least dress slacks and a nice shirt. Garret always dressed nicely. He kept his face either clean shaven or closely trimmed, and his hair neatly cut. Though he was only in his early 40s, ten years older than Jonathan, his hair had turned a dignified salt and pepper. His face remained youthfully handsome with just the traces of fine lines, many of them laugh lines. Seeing him in a robe and sweatpants with a five o'clock shadow was an extreme to her.
"Let's go talk in my study. Charles, go ahead and get to bed. I'll see her out on my own, no need to keep you awake." Garret said.
"Right, see you in the morning Garret. Evelyn already made breakfast so if you're up before she gets here she said to help yourself. Goodnight." Charles dipped his head to them then started making sure the house was closed up before he left.
"Did Jonathan send you?" Garret asked as they made their way to his study. He gestured to one of the comfortable chairs and took a seat opposite her.
"No," Samantha said as she sat. She toyed with the strap of her purse nervously.
"Does he know you're here?"
Samantha sighed. "No. He knows I left, I made sure to slam the door, but I didn't tell him where I was going. I doubt he cares."
Garret's eyes narrowed briefly before he relaxed them again. "What happened to make you leave? Did he hurt you?"
"Ugh, no, Master Jonathan wouldn't do that and you know it. No he's...he's...just an asshole."
Garret's eyebrows raised. "I believe I asked you what he did."
Samantha swallowed. "Well..we were playing and...he was frustrated. I didn't want to play like that today. It was too boring. I.." she hesitated, not used to talking to anyone else about this, "I wanted him to play my way. I was being difficult on purpose, disobeying every command, getting out of the straps, just...anything I could do that was wrong really. I wanted him to make me obey. Get that...voice that I like when he does it. It's only happened a few times."
Garret stroked his chin as he listened. "Jonathan has told me about some of your sessions together. He has been frustrated after every one, so he tells me. From what I've heard, you're always difficult and never want to obey. Even outside of a scene you do the opposite as told." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and looked her in the eyes. "What makes you to not want to be submissive to him?"
Samantha froze and stared back into Garret's eyes. How did he do that? "I...I guess I don't like the way he Doms. It's annoying. Sometimes he's too strict, other times not strict enough. It doesn't seem like he even gives a shit. I don't enjoy what we do together sometimes and..."
"And you wish you hadn't signed the contract," Garret said softly, finishing her sentence.
Samantha nodded. "Am I a bad sub, Sir?" she asked quietly.
Garret sighed and leaned back in his chair. "No, you're just a brat that needs a different hand to guide you, and Jonathan should know better. You and Jonathan just do not work well together. You are allowed to end your contract, I will help."
Samantha relaxed a little. "What do I do?"
"You may stay in one of my guest rooms tonight. Tomorrow we'll get your things and you'll be on your way. Unless you would like to try to submit to another dominant?"
"I would like to do that. Would...would you take over?"
"I'm sorry Samantha, but no. You and I would also not get along. I'll contact a few others in the group that may be the type you need and see if they would like to meet you. Come along, I'll take you to your room. Get a good night's rest and we'll talk to Jonathan tomorrow."
"Um, Master Garret, there's one more thing I think I should mention," she said as they walked.
"Go ahead."