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“Fascinating, Sara. Almost provocative and in my opinion, what you said about the darkness is very true. Does your family know what you write?”
She laughed. “They know I write, which was always a bone of contention, but not one family member has read anything I’ve written, including when I won several creative writing competitions in high school. I have a feeling they wouldn’t appreciate or value my work anyway.”
“They didn’t approve?”
“They were too busy trying to put food on the table, which I understand is entirely different from the life you grew up in.”
The fact she’d turned the tables so easily was as annoying as it was amusing. “My family was and is complicated, but you’re right in that there was money in my household. However, not all families are happy, able to celebrate birthdays and holidays. Often, they are embroiled in the very darkness that draws readers or movie goers to enjoy and embrace the horror genre.”
“Then the rumors and stories about your family are true.” She had a new lilt in her voice, her eyes sparkling as if she’d caught me in the kind of secret we were both keeping from the rest of the world.
“You were curious about my family.” She’d been honest with me. Perhaps giving her a taste of my own would allow trust to begin building.
“As you were with mine. Right? You know all about me, Professor Saint. You learned what my family does, where I lived, and likely my grades in school. I thought it more than prudent that I should learn about you, especially since I’m required to live with you. I value the truth and honesty likely as much as you do, even while indulging in the darkness you seem to covet.”
My sweet Sara had more of a backbone and chutzpa than I’d originally believed.
That would make breaking her that much more delicious. “Be careful about looking for truths in monsters, Sara. Not only might you not like what you find, but it could add fuel to your very worst nightmares.”
“But isn’t that what you expect from me?” she asked as if she was an innocent flower. “To delve into the darkest regions of my mind so I can provide you everything you need to write a bestseller?”
Maybe it was at that moment I realized hiring an assistant was about much more than I’d originally believed. Perhaps I’d been reveling in my own deep and demonic shadows for so long that a part of me was longing to find some light.
Or maybe even a moment of salvation, if there was such a thing for a brutal bastard like me. For a few seconds in time, we seemed to reach into each other’s souls through our eyes, perhaps attempting to find an altered reality of ourselves. As I smiled, she took a deep breath. “I believe you understand your assignment and what the job entails much better than I believed. I will say I was very impressed with the story you wrote.”
“Then why give it an A minus if that was the case?”
She deserved an honest answer. “Because you didn’t dig deep enough, Sara. It was obvious to me from the first paragraph that you were holding back, perhaps fearful of exposing the vulnerable side buried deep inside of you.”
“Not everyone can understand what makes us tick.”
Now I laughed. “You are correct. Especially those like you and me. We are a special… breed, which is why you’re sitting in this chair. However, we do need to get down to work. Your first task is to draw on the demons you have nestled inside, the reason you’re keeping a deep dark secret.”
She narrowed her eyes, and I could sense her breath catching. “Meaning what?”
“Meaning unearth the darkness, Ms. Adams. Pull out the gut-wrenching emotions that are holding you back from being a great writer instead of a good one. Show me what you can really do for someone who won’t judge you for what you put down on paper.”
She looked away as she’d done before. “Fine. Is that the same kind of advice I should provide to you?”
Everything about her was becoming even more delightful. “Yes, it is. I expect no less. Go to your office and write what you should have penned days ago.”
“Why, yes, sir.” She stood, a slight smirk appearing on her face. As she headed for the door, I slipped my hand under my desk, stroking the thick, throbbing bulge between my legs. A forbidden and sinful image slipped into the forefront of my mind. I wanted her captured between my legs at this very moment, sucking on my cock while I handled business.
Not only did I want her sucking me dry, licking every drop of my seed, but I also wanted her covered in my cum. Did that make me an even worse man than before? Perhaps, but I’d never followed anyone’s rules and didn’t intend on starting now.
As she started to walk toward the door, I took a deep breath before leaning forward. My cock was aching, the hard push against my trousers painful. “When you’re finished, send me the new copy. I believe Milly gave you my email address. And dinner will be at seven tonight. We will enjoy getting to know each other given we are going to become very intimate. Tomorrow, we will begin in earnest.”
“Caviar and lobster? Wagyu beef straight from Japan specially flown in just for you?” she asked as if testing me.
“What you must think of me. While I do enjoy a blood-rare steak from time to time, the bloodier the better, you might be surprised how simple my tastes are, other than in a good Cuban cigar and a bottle of the finest gin. Now, go. Be the obedient girl I know you can be.”
Her eyes lit up all over again, her mouth twisting as she thought about how to answer me. “Certainly. Sir.” Her lower lip was quivering again.
I walked closer yet allowed her the distance I suspected she needed. “Intimacy is akin to arousal, freeing one’s inhibitions to do many things from composing music to performing surgery and writing a bestselling novel. I can tell you burn with the need, not just to make money but to indulge in the passion you’ve sought for your entire adult life. Yes?”
“Yes.” It took her a few seconds to answer.
“Good girl. I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. Tell me, Sara. Is your pussy wet, your nipples hard at this very moment?”
