Copyright 2021. All characters are fictional. All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are coincidental. Trigger warnings; coerced sex.
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Dasha was tired and annoyed. Jaqueline, that mouse, had set her up with a vacation, but the destination was some hill country no-place, after a long flight. Dasha was certain there wouldn't even be a good place to get coffee in Olympic Hot Springs, wherever that was, and she would have to land in the Seattle-Tacoma Airport to get there! She would drive past the United States' coffee city! The photos of Olympic Hot Springs looked pretty enough, but more than a day or two would get old fast.
As she came out of airport security, a tall, broad shouldered man in a suit was holding up a sign with her name on it. The suit was tailored, and he filled it well; perhaps this wouldn't be so boring after all. "Welcome to Seattle, Dasha. I am Edward. Miss Jaqueline sent me, and I will take you to the retreat. Please, let me get your bags and we can be on our way."
"Miss Jaqueline", Dasha snorted.
Quietly, Edward said "One", as he casually picked the bags that Dasha had been struggling with. Mentally, Dasha was trying to see what this guy saw in Jaqueline, to be so respectful, but she was tired and didn't feel like asking. Edward held the back door of the sedan open for her, and Dasha flopped in and crossed her arms.
"Seatbelt, please."
"Why?" demanded Dasha.
"It is the law here, Dasha, and Miss Jaqueline said you would be expected to respect our rules."
"Whatever", snapped Dasha as she buckled.
Again, very quietly, Edward counted, "Two."
Edward said, "It will be about a three hour drive. There is water for you, and a sleep mask if you want to take a nap along the way." Water, and the sleep mask were arranged on a small pillow and a blanket. Dasha grunted, and took a sip of water while she toyed with the silk sleep mask. Edward was good looking, and wore that suit well, but he was entirely too deferential to 'Miss' Jaqueline. And from the signs, they were headed the opposite direction from the city so well known for coffee. Dasha put the sleep mask on, not caring how it might look, pulled the blanket over her and tried to sleep.
Edward checked her in the rear view mirror as she drifted off to sleep. She did seem exactly as spoiled as Jaqueline had warned him. He idly wondered, as he drove, how long it would take for Dasha to ask what he was counting. He glanced in the mirror again, and admired Dasha's face and figure. He had a few chances to get a look at her round little bottom on the way to the car. Dasha's rear end was most tempting, and between what he promised Jaqueline and what Dasha clearly deserved, this was going to be fun.
They pulled up at an isolated cabin and Dasha was still asleep. Edward smiled; this was very convenient. As quietly as he could, he unloaded the car, and was careful to secure Dasha's handbag with her phone in the house along with the rest of the baggage before waking Dasha. He took the water, and gently pulled the blanket off.
"Dasha, we are here."
Dasha stretched, unbuckled and got out. There was a single wood cabin, surrounded by tall pines, and obviously they had come down an unpaved drive. The smell of the pines filled the air, but there was also the smell of salt air, ocean on the breeze. It was cool, but the sun was going down. She could hear strange birds, but the familiar cry of sea birds, also. "Crap. What was that Jaqueline thinking? What's wrong with her?"
"Three." Edward had spoken softly but clearly, and it was so quiet here that Dasha heard him. "Dinner is waiting inside, Dasha." And a good thing, Dasha was starved.
The cabin was simple; the only door inside was for the bathroom. The kitchen was marked by the cabinets, stove, and other appliances. There was a ladder up to a loft over the kitchen and bath that she couldn't see up into, and a screen separated the bed from the rest of the room. The furnishings were beautiful though.
Edward let her eat alone, and he was in the kitchen behind a cabinet while Dasha ate. The meal was simple but delicious; shrimp with a teriyaki sauce, and steamed veggies, hot but still crunchy, with brown rice and a glass of a sweet white wine. When she was done, Edward replaced the dishes with a small plate of strawberries, half chocolate covered, the other half drizzled with a rich cream sauce with a hint of brandy. With that, he brought out an espresso. "Jaqueline and her nonsense, At least she arranged good food."
"Four."
"What are you counting for?!" demanded Dasha.
Edward smiled, and looked Dasha up and down in a way that made her uncomfortable, like she was the dessert. "You haven't figured this out?"
"Figured what out?! Jaqueline, that mouse, said this was a well deserved retreat for me, a trip I earned!"
"Five. Well, Dasha, Miss Jaqueline was truthful, but not complete. We are a long ways from anywhere, and the point of this retreat is that you are not respectful to her, and I felt you should learn some respect for Miss Jaqueline. She also said that you are out of control, and need some correction, so yes, you deserve what is ahead, and you have earned it. I proposed this little outing, and Miss Jaqueline liked my idea, and said I could have my way with you."
This man having his way with her wasn't the worst idea Dasha had entertained. In fact, it wasn't too far from what she had in mind, but 'correction' gave her an odd feeling; a bit scared, but more than a bit aroused. Now, a little more cautiously, she asked, "But the counting?"
"I am counting the number of times you have said something disrespectful about Miss Jaqueline. There will be a few rules here, but at any time, you may ask for your phone and call Miss Jaqueline. When she tells me you are free to go, I will take you to the airport for a return flight, or to a hotel in Seattle so you can enjoy the city for a bit. Those choices, of course, are yours. She believes you aren't strong enough for this, that you will try to whine and bully your way out of what is ahead of you, or that you'll demand your phone before sunrise. I am... willing to be surprised.
"The first rule here is, of course, respect Miss Jaqueline. I care about her deeply, and I have the utmost respect for her and many of her traits. The second rule is, follow my directions without hesitation or question. Until you ask for your phone, you are agreeing to everything that happens, you are granting consent. Do you understand, or will you wimp and ask for the phone?"
"But Jaqueline -" Dasha stopped herself. Edward was smiling, holding up one hand with all five fingers spread, and slowly raising a sixth finger. She caught herself. Took a deep breath. "But MISS Jaqueline can't do this!"
Edward got that smile again. He was in control. He was enjoying this, and that stirred a complex mix of apprehension and that tingle behind her mons. "In fact, she can. She gave you a stack of papers to sign for the travel voucher? You should have read them more carefully. I hold a consent form signed by you, acknowledging the terms you just agreed to, and that you can withdraw consent at any time. And we are miles from anyone here. But I can get your phone out of the safe if you are scared."
Dasha froze. Respect Jaqueline... wasn't what came natural for her, but this man clearly held Jaqueline in very high regard... She could go through the motions and see how this played out. As for obeying, and not questioning, that was really hard. But Jaqueline thought she couldn't do it...
Dasha reached a decision. She could take whatever Jaqueline and this Edward had dreamed up for her.
"I understand."
Edward stood, removed his jacket and hung it on a peg on the wall by the door, and as he was unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his shirt sleeves up spoke.
