The Chair. Hansa Bosbach. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Hansa Bosbach
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isbn: 9783956953163
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looked at me, considering her words carefully and biting her lip as she thought. The impish innocence of that small gesture made me long to defile her in ways I had never before dreamed.

      “You are a man who knows who he is. You are forthright and calm even when the object of your desire is within your grasp. I was very surprised to see it was you when I walked in. I have seen you watching me on my walks... and may have dressed a little more provocatively because I enjoyed your attention. When I saw it was you I thought maybe you had found out about my activities in the bdsm world and were angling to take advantage of that. I am sorry, sir. I can tell you would never do such a thing. You do enjoy being in control but I don't think you would ever try to force it on someone unwilling. You are a dominant. Without question. And I would be happy to introduce you to our group. The next gathering is about three weeks away."

      I nodded, thinking about what she said. She had taken a risk, testing me like that. She obviously wanted to keep her bdsm activities from becoming public. And had I been the kind of man to take advantage of that, this conversation could have gone very badly. So why risk it? I was genuinely curious to know. "Can I ask you a personal question?" She looked a little nervous now. Almost shy. She again bit her lip and looked at me, she was considering something. I don't know how I knew, but I could almost see the thoughts forming in the expression on her face and how she held herself. Finally, it seemed a decision had been reached. She nodded slowly, a lock of hair falling to rest against her cheek. "Go ahead, I can't promise I will answer, but thank you for asking."

      "Why take the risk? When you saw me and recognized me, you thought I may be here to blackmail you or something… why risk it?"

      She opened her mouth to speak, then it seemed something stopped her. She closed her mouth and just looked at me, thinking.

      "Tell.. me.." the words escaped as almost a growl before I had time to stop myself. I saw a shiver run through her and it seemed like something shifted in her. Now her eyes held not cool collected thought... but hunger. Slowly her hand dipped into her purse and came out holding an envelope. I caught a slight tremor in her voice as she laid it on the table and spoke. "Because I needed to know. And now that I do... I would like you to read this." She stood and without another word walked out of the coffee shop. My eyes were torn between her swaying hips in her very tight jeans and the letter on the table. What had just happened? Had I offended her? The letter was simply addressed "Dear Sir."

      I was a bit taken aback. Why would she leave like that and give me a letter? My curiosity was burning as I opened the envelope.

      "Dear Sir,

      I am writing this not knowing who you are or what you look like. I know one day I will meet you and when I do I will give you this letter. So if you are reading this... Squeeeee! I can't believe I finally met you!

      First... This letter is both a heartfelt thank you for making me feel the kind of connection I have always wanted, and a request. I know as I write this should I ever meet you I will not have the courage to say the things I want to say. So here it goes...

      You are incredible. I don't know what you will have done to affect me so deeply. But you did. And right now... somewhere out there I am probably vibrating with anticipation and hope thinking of you reading this.

      So here it is... I humbly ask... no, I BEG to be allowed to serve you. Please Sir, please... I want to submit to you so badly I can taste it. If you were to put a collar around my neck and call me yours it would probably be the happiest moment of my life.

      I know we will have much to talk about if you decide to accept my submission, please think it over carefully. I know I am a lot to handle. But you are strong enough... kind enough... I just know you are. If you agree I will be waiting. At the bottom of this letter is my phone number. Please send me some sign of your answer soon. I don't think I will be able to sleep or eat until I know.

       Hopefully yours: Isa."

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