Rachel Part #4

Rachel quickly scanned the entries and knew that work was not the appropriate place to be reading this. She wanted to take her time, truly become engrossed in his thoughts. She closed out the link and sent him a text.

Tim- I would like to give this the time it deserves, so if you don’t object I would prefer to read this at home -Rachel

She checked her calendar. She had no commitments for the evening. She wasn’t sure who she was fooling. She was the epitome of a homebody. She picked up her phone. Put it down. Picked it up again. Disgusted with herself, she threw it down. Looking at the screen a thousand times wouldn’t make a response from him arrive faster. She made a few phone calls, replied to some email and nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone chimed.

Rachel- You have my permission to wait. I understand your dedication to your job. I apologize for my delay in responding. I am usually more timely. Especially for you. – Tim

How did he do that? How did he know that she was eagerly waiting for his response? She was getting antsy. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to concentrate, she slowly packed up and got ready to leave the office. Often, she stayed past five o’clock, but she wanted to get home. She waved at Rick, the security guard, on her way out. She was almost to the door when she heard him call her name.

“Rachel! Hold up please!” She turned around and he was running after her. She stopped and moved aside so she wasn’t blocking the door. He stopped in front of her, breathing heavy from his chase. After a few deep breaths, he continued,

“Rachel, there is a car waiting out there to take you home. I have strict instructions not to let you take the T or a cab.” Rachel’s eyes widened in shock and before she could speak, he continued.

“I’m to make sure you get in the car safely Rachel. He was very insistent.”

“I am not sure I understand Rick. Who was insistent?” Before she finished the question, she already knew the answer, “It’s Tim isn’t it?”

Rick nodded. “Yes, Mr. Timothy Drake. He called earlier. Very polite. He explained to me that you meant a great deal to him and that your safety is important. As a man, I understand the importance of making sure a loved one is taken care of, so I had no problem agreeing to help.” He pointed to the shiny black Town Car idling at the curb. “That’s your ride. Have a good night Rachel.” He gave her a gentle shove towards the door. Rachel exited, still in disbelief and walked toward the Town Car. She could sense Rick was watching as the driver opened the door with a smile.

“Hello Miss Gordon. Mr. Drake sends his regards. I will be taking you straight home, correct? Or do you need to make a stop?”

“No, straight home please.” Rachel slid into the backseat of the Town Car, marveling at the luxurious interior. The driver got behind the wheel and waited while she put on her seatbelt.

“Miss Gordon, if you could give me your address please we can be on our way.” Rachel recited her address and he headed toward her apartment. The traffic was surprisingly light for this time in Boston, so the ride wasn’t nearly as long as she was used to when she took a cab or public transportation. The driver stopped in front of her building and came around to let her out. He escorted her to the door and returned to the car when she was safely inside. She took the elevator to her apartment. Once she was inside, she changed quickly and grabbed her laptop. While waiting for it to turn on, her thoughts wandered to Tim. Rachel wasn’t naive. She knew what BDSM was. Some of her favorite erotic romance novels featured that lifestyle. Tim. by his own admission, was quite obviously a Dom. She logged into her email, clicked the blog link and began reading.

An hour later she had read everything up to three weeks ago, when she had first started noticing him around. She was amazed by his writing. Clear, concise yet emotional and honest. He talked about being a Dominant man, looking for a long-term submissive. The things he enjoyed. How BDSM played a role in the kind of man he was. His thoughts on other people’s portrayals of his lifestyle. She was amazed. She never knew what kind of devotion it took to have this kind of relationship. It was scary, heartwarming and beautiful all at the same time. And exciting. Rachel found herself more than a little aroused when Tim described some of this favorite “scenes” as he referred to them and the “toys” he had in his collection. The things he had written made her more than a little wet. She didn’t want to stop reading to seek relief, so she squirmed in her seat and eagerly started his most recent posts. She read the first line of the one dated three weeks ago and she couldn’t hold back her sigh.

“I think I have found my goddess. My princess. So strong, yet fragile. She is sweet and smart. And if I’m right and she is a submissive, I need to get to know her. If she is all that I think she is…I need to have her as mine. I will start my quest to win her. To possess the gift she isn’t even aware she has to give. I will help her find it. And with luck, the sweet girl will give that gift to me.”

She couldn’t wait to read the rest.