It’s been a couple days since our trip to the city and the discussion of me being Ashton’s sub. Honestly, I’ve been avoiding him and the subject. Still, I don’t think I can avoid it for much longer, especially since he wants me to see him in his studies when he gets home from work. I put dinner in the slow cooker and then went to the parlor to wait for him. When Ashton finally got home, I followed him to the study. I looked up at him a bit, watching as he removed his jacket and removed his tie, unbuttoning a few top buttons on his white shirt. “Have you had enough time to think over what we discussed the other night?” He asked, pouring himself a drink as he leaned onto the desk. I bit my lip, scared to answer, but I took in a shallow breath before meeting his gaze, “How can I be your sub without you putting,” my face flushed, “it in?” I asked. Ashton smirked and set his drink down, reaching his hand for mine, “May I show you?” He asked, “Just to test it out;

I stretched my arms as I sat up in my bed. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I noticed that I wasn’t in my bedroom in the guest house. I’m in one of the spare bedrooms in the main house. What am I doing in here? Then it hit me… Last night…in the study… As the memories flooded my mind, I could feel myself getting drenched. The dominating tone of Ash’s voice and the feeling of the feathers that tickled my body sent shivers down my spine. And his tongue…God…I bite my lip at the memory of my toes curling as his tongue and fingers tortured my pussy in the most delicious way that I have ever felt. I glanced over to see some clothes laid out with a note: Come downstairs when you’re ready. And don’t worry about the chores. You’ll be the estate’s Mistress soon, so I’ll hire someone to take over that. I had to go into the office today, but I expect you to be in the study and on your knees when I get home, baby girl. You’ll be having another lesson

I tapped my foot to the music as I cleaned the guest house. Since I don’t have to clean the main house, I’d at least clean the guest house. I was vacuuming when Ashton burst into the house, “Why the hell haven’t you answered your phone?” He yelled, though the music was so loud, I couldn’t hear him. Nearly jumping, I turned down the music and faced him, “What?” Ash stomped over towards me and pinned me against the wall, “Why didn’t you answer your fucking phone, baby girl?” Ash growled; I gulped a bit as his hands gripped my hips, “I-I was cleaning.” I stammered; his hand came up my torso and around my neck, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “Are you okay?” He asked; I nodded a bit. I stared into his eyes and saw something there, concern? Fear? Hesitating momentarily, I raised my hand to cup his face. Ash removed his hand and leaned into my touch, “What happened, Ashton?” I muttered, trying to figure out what caused this surge of emotion. Ash shook his head and engulfed me

My mind is racing as I think about what happened just a few hours ago. This feeling in my stomach makes me flutter and gush whenever Ash looks at me. It seems impossible, but I think I’m falling in love with him. It can’t be love, though, could it? This is supposed to be a marriage of convince. A business deal, not… I shake my head in confusion while I glance through the binder. We finally decided on a date: May 24th. My mother’s birthday. Surprisingly, Ash was the one to suggest it; I think he noticed that I was getting distraught by the fact that I was getting married and I didn’t have my mother here to help me plan everything or help me pick out my dress, or tell me how beautiful I look before I walk down the aisle to my husband. As Ash and I sit in the living room going over the guest list, the new caretaker, Helen, walks in, “Mr. Woods,” she said shyly, still a little nervous about being around him, which I didn’t understand, “There are two gentlemen here to

Hailie looked absolutely gorgeous tonight. I was so mad when I walked in that I didn’t notice how beautiful she looked, making me feel awful. She wore a stunning royal blue dress that made her dark skin and red hair look incredible. She said it wasn’t necessary, but it was important if I had to guess. The dinner was incredible, but Hailie looked like she wanted to say something the entire time but kept it to herself. I need her to be honest, but she has clammed up. Once we were done eating, I stood and walked over to her and took her hand, “Where are we going?” Hailie questions, not understanding my movements. “We are going to my office to talk,” I tell her, not wanting to scare her. When we got to the office, I locked the door and started making my way towards Hailie, who was now leaning against the desk, her breathing hitching as I stepped closer to her, “Hailie,” I said softly, placing my hands on either side of her, “you did not get dressed up and have a nice dinner