☆ Note - this is not for everyone. There's possibly bondage, gay sex or references to it and definitely images of extreme sex, questionable consent, outright non-consent, and blackmail and there might be verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment if you are just going to attack the author for writing it. You kept reading it.
What does that make you?
This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves and a faithful wife. NOT REAL. You've been warned.
NOTE - no actual sex in this chapter, I'm afraid, but it's a necessary piece of the ongoing story. Sorry!! I'll do better next chapter, promise.
So, I started my morning playing a bound bucking bronco to a tight little tit twisting twink who was shooting his shot at finding a forever home. And...Yeah, I was gonna keep him around because honestly, knowing that someone was going to be with me was the only thing keeping me from having another panic attack over Ana's death and crawling into a bottle. Again. Not at all because he was a tight little unit with a soft sexy mouth. God!
Plus, I felt like Claire and I needed to have a long talk about things and I didn't want to make a big decision until afterwards.
So, after William layed out fresh towels and a robe in the bathroom and untied me from the headboard, (in that order) I took a hot soapy bath and laid back so that William could shave me.
He didn't even look crestfallen when I said, "Sir will bathe himself this morning William." He was a little miffed, but not crushed. I'm calling that a win.
Honestly though, the getting shaved and assisted in dressing by a servant was...fucking awesome!! If you have the means, I highly recommend it.
So, all shaved and dressed and accompanied by my man servant William, who insisted on carrying an attache and an umbrella, and I stepped out of the quaint immaculate bungalow I was staying in to find Mr. Sharpe, my Driver, holding the back door of the car open for me.
"Good Morning Sir," Mr. Sharpe said.
"Good Morning, Mr. Sharpe," I replied, unable to look him in the eyes. At least he didn't try to hand me into the car like an invalid this morning. Or worse, like a lady. I might have shuddered at the thought.
I entered the backseat and settled myself to find a large sealed travel cup of coffee. "Thank you, Mr. Sharpe!" I thought to myself.
There were chilled bottles of orange juice and water in an iced bin. There were warm croissants and bagels too, in an insulated box. Quite the change for me.
I was used to leaving Ana's bed as late as possible, then shaving, showering and dressing in a rush and pouring a disposable cup of black coffee from the kitchen counter as I rushed out to my old 4Runner and sped to work. I was rarely late, but it was always close. It was worth it to breathe in the smell of Ana's warm skin for an extra 30 minutes every morning after the alarm went off.
I was pulled from my fond memories by William's Irish accent in the front seat saying, "To the firm, Mr. Sharpe. I am unsure when Sir will require the car again, but I will give you all possible notice in the event."
"Of course, Mr. Seaworth. I will be ready," Mr. Sharpe replied.
We pulled up to the office and William exited the car while Mr. Sharpe remained behind the wheel. William opened my door and I exited. I felt good. I felt like I was somebody...finally.
I felt like I had all the times I had walked into a room with Ana on my arm. Yeah, I straightened my shoulders and raised my chin. As if I hadn't spent years rushing in from the back parking garage like everyone else in the building.
Ha! Months in a bottle. Months of breaking down, agonizing second followed by the next eternal second of pain and crushing loss. But not THIS second.
"I'm back bitches," I said softly and looking to William to lead me in.
He did. Past the front desk and their greetings and to an elevator held for me at his request by one of those many happy workers who no doubt had just left a nice warm bed and a willing woman's arms. Lucky bastard.
Upon entering the firm and walking through the busy crowd of shark like lawyers, seductive PA's, hungry paralegals, eager to please legal secretaries, and clueless interns. I was struck by how they all just parted in front of me. Each wishing me a "good morning" or a " welcome back" as I passed. I didn't know them all of course. But I knew most of them. I returned their greetings openly. With gratitude. William following a step behind, silent and proper.
As I walked into the Executive Suite looking to get into Claire's office, I saw Carol step out of the office immediately beside mine. Yep, still with that coke bottle figure, dangerous smiling lips, and those damn green eyes. A man could lose his soul in there. I bet a few already had.
"Nice of you to join us, come into my office so I can..."
I stopped so suddenly William couldn't react in time and pulled level with me.
"Carol, " I said abruptly and loudly "I'd like a concise briefing of ongoing cases for all Partners and Junior Partners in my office in 10 minutes. Or less. You know what? Now would be better. Follow me."
I turned and walked straight into my office and moved to my chair. William went straight to the attached scullery and took station there. As requested, Carol followed me into my office closing the door behind her quietly.
She moved like a cat. Prowling towards one of the chairs in front of my desk and moving to sit.
"Carol. I prefer that you stand to brief me."
Oh, that threw her off! I saw her mask slip a bit. She needs more time in court.
