6. Mr Conor

**Anna**

Tom had Norm drive me home. Again I didn’t question how he knew where I lived. Norm was polite. Well built and towered above most men.

He was dressed in full business attire and had a scar across his left cheek. He looked even more dangerous then Tom, but he didn’t give off that vibe. He seemed friendly enough.

As he pulled into my drive, I could see Mae on the deck most likely sunbaking in her sorrows.

“I’ll have your dress from last night sent over Miss Stuart”.

“Please call me Anna”, I responded then thanked him. Oh boy did I have a story for Mae.

Tom had said not to talk about our agreement. But I told Mae everything. Plus, I had to talk to someone about this. How crazy!

As soon as I opened the door Mae was right in front of me waiting for every juicy detail of which I didn’t have to offer. I could still smell the alcohol on her from last night.

“So you didn’t sleep with him! Are you serious!? You mean he had you in his bed pretty much naked, and nothing?” Mae was in disbelief.

“I know you aren’t super promiscuous but he is delicious plus, he’s only one of the richest men currently in the state!”.

I didn’t realise he was rich. Not that it mattered, but now I realised why he had laughed when I asked him about his parents. Idiot, I thought to myself.

“Honestly Mae, he is delicious. But he’s also got some umm.. interesting likes”, I enticed Mae’s interest.

As I remembered the agreement stashed in my bag, I grabbed it out and showed Mae.

“So he wants you to be his secretary and also maintain a sexual relationship?”, she said rhetorically.

“Page 16, punishments?.. what kind of relationship is he wanting A.. wooah okay! You have certainly got yourself into something. What are you going to do?” Mae questioned as she skimmed over the agreement further.

I told Mae every detail of what I remember from last night and this morning. She was a bit more daring in the bedroom, but even for her this was upping it a few notches. “Fuck it, go for it A! What have you got to lose”, she encouraged.

After that we spoke about her more than unsatisfying night. The guy she met out dancing was a dud as she recalled.

Both equally as hungover we lounged in the lounge room and put on a movie or two. Em got home from work and soon joined in. She didn’t ask too much about my night. I guessed she would have left early or gone back to her on again off again boyfriends house.

Ben hadn’t surfaced from his room all day. He suffered quite badly with hangovers. It wasn’t until dinner that he made an appearance. The fragrance of Em’s famous slow cooked pork ribs wafted through the house. They were to die for.

Mae knew not to mention the finer details of my meeting with Thomas Conor. Only that we spent the night together but nothing crazy happened. Yet.

Mae and I had met Mickey through college. She was the most organised and sensible one out of us. She lived with her boyfriend of 4 years. We were all waiting to see if he was going to pop the question.

Mickey came over for dinner as she was heading on a family holiday before college officially went back and we wouldn’t see her for a while.

I loved Mickey. She was incredibly blunt but she meant well. “He looked at you like he wanted to eat you” she said as Tom started making the topic of dinner conversation.

Mae laughed, “I’m sure he does want to eat her”.

“Oh Mae, you can be so inappropriate sometimes”, Mickey who was a bit more on the prude side laughed back.

It was 10:00pm and I was spent. Ben had only been out for an hour while we ate and went back to bed. Mickey said goodbye and Michael came and picked her up. He was already driving to see his parents so dropped her off on the way.

Mae and I continued watching movies in her bed before we both fell asleep.

~ 3:00am

I awoke to my phone beeping. It was a message from a number I remembered to be Tom’s. I really need to save his number I thought.

“I can’t stop thinking about your lips”. He’d wrote. Followed by, “please say yes. Be mine”.

A shiver ran down my back. And already a tinge of excitement crept over my body.

I grabbed my pillow and headed back up to my room. Mae was on the level below me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either”, I replied.

“Touch yourself for me”. He was forward I’ll give him that. I laid on my bed and already half excited, I didn’t need much encouragement.

Another message came through. “I’ll take that silence to mean you’re obeying me. Good girl”. I simply wrote back “yes”.. before adding Master then hitting reply.

I started circling my finger over my clit. Before opening my top drawer to find my friend, my phone started ringing. It was Tom.

I froze. I didn’t expect him to call. Should I answer, fuck. Before I knew what to do, I answered.

“Can you not sleep Tom?” I answered with.

“I thought you decided to address me correctly”, he retorted.

A flash of red rolled over my face as I remembered I had written yes master in my last message.

“I umm, I haven’t. decided yet.” Truthfully I responded. I wanted to feel him, on me, in me. But I wasn’t sure I could be who he wanted me to be.

His voice seemed deeper, more husky. Had he been drinking I wondered.

“Oh Anna. You have no idea the things you’re doing to me. Are you touching yourself?” He questioned with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

I moaned as my fingers began to circle my clit again.

“I want you to push two fingers in and tell me how wet you are!” He demanded.

I did as he said. I had become wetter the more he spoke as my insides started to swirl and a throbbing sensation took over between my legs.

“Think of me kissing your neck. Oh fuck!” He sighed, “the things I’d do to you Anna.”

“What do you want me to do to you”, I asked. He moaned as he considered his answer. “I want you to be ready for me in 20 minutes. Wear a dress but don’t put any underwear on. And don’t touch yourself any more until I’m there”. He hung up.

Holy fuck. He was coming here.

He messaged me when he was two minutes away to tell me to wait outside so we didn’t wake anyone.

Norm was driving. The black car pulled up on the curb outside my house. And the door opened. Inside I could see Tom. He had a white button up shirt on and black dress pants that were tight against his thighs. As I approached the door I could see he had a glass of what I assumed was whiskey only from the smell. He was tipsy but not overly.

“Are you getting in Anna?” He said amusingly.