Chapter 1

After finding out everything that had happened with my sister, my nephew, and my niece I dithered for almost a month and then finally made the call at seven o’clock on a Tuesday evening.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Sir. My name is Natalie and I got your number from Amy.”

“Hello, Natalie.”

“Sir, I ... I’m calling to ask for your help.” I tried to keep the tension out of my voice but I was pretty sure he could tell I was nervous.

“How can I help you, Natalie? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

No, Sir, it’s not that kind of help. Please, can we meet somewhere? Trying to explain this over the phone would be very ... awkward.”

“Okay, are you in the Carson area?”

“I’m close, Sir, can we meet where you first spoke with Amy?”

“Sure. I’ll be there in half an hour. How will I recognize you?”

“I’ll be wearing a red blouse ... and high heels.”

“You’ll certainly stand out, then; I’ll see you soon.”

I tried to make it easy for him to spot me when he arrived at the 24-hour coffee shop in the casino. In addition to what I’d told him I was wearing a jean skirt that hit several inches above my knees, revealing my sleek thighs above my shapely calves, and I hoped he would think I was very nicely put together with my big breasts, flat belly, and tight round ass. Unlike my sister’s black hair, mine was blonde, and my long wavy locks hung almost to my waist. My high-heeled sandals had four-inch stiletto heels, and I’d painted my lips and my finger and toe nails blood-red.

I smiled tremulously as he came towards me. “Hello, Sir,” I said in my soft alto.

“Hello, Natalie. Let’s sit down and you can tell me what this is all about.”

I nodded, he signaled that there were two of us, and he followed me as I followed the hostess. I wanted him to enjoy the view, so I gently swayed my hips as I walked to the designated booth; I’d had plenty of practice walking in high heels, including higher ones than these.

Once we were seated and had ordered coffee I turned to face him. “I am Amy’s younger sister,” I began, “Amy’s a few years older than I am.

“You don’t look anywhere near her age,” he complimented.

I smiled. “Thanks for that. I’m actually 37, but I guess I’ve aged well, considering all the things I’ve done.”

That last part was intentionally mysterious on my part, but he let it pass. “So why did you want to talk to me?”

I let my expression become serious. “I know what happened between you and Amy and what you did to introduce Johnny and Laura to the scene.”

“Okay,” he said cautiously.

“I’m not complaining,” I added quickly. “Very much the opposite, in fact. But all that has created a big problem for me.”

“How so?”

“I have to tell you some things about me so you’ll understand where I’m coming from.”

“Okay,” he said again.

“Before I met my husband I was ... an escort.”

“I see. You’re certainly attractive enough.”

“Thanks, but actually you don’t see, not entirely. There’s more. I was a very high-priced escort, because I specialized in ... rough stuff.”

“What does that mean?”

“I did things like bachelor parties and gang-bangs.” She paused, then added, “Some of it was humiliating, the way I was talked about and treated, but that was actually a big turn-on for me. I was also the ... target ... for some heavy BDSM play.”

“I have to say you don’t look the worse for wear,” he commented wryly.

“I’ve always healed easily, and I took time between... events to recover. I had, and still have, a very high pain tolerance, I love to drift away on the flow of endorphins, and I have a very strong sex drive that I’ve had to suppress for far too long.”

“Okay, with those experiences you probably understand how and why Amy and her kids got interested in D/s and BDSM. It seems like there’s a gene or something that makes an interest in power exchange run in families.”

“I do understand, and you’re probably right. I met Curt, my husband, while I was recovering from a particularly rough scene. He was a really nice guy and he convinced me to retire from escorting and marry him. He knew that I was a pain-slut but he persuaded me that he could satisfy my desires in that direction.” She paused, then added, “And for a while, he did.”

“What happened?”

“He found himself in that classic bind; his emotions started getting in the way of serious play with me. He spanked me sometimes, and he pulled my hair, but he stopped being able to really give me what I wanted. I really tried to give up those desires, and to some extent I was successful, and when their kids were younger Curt and I played with Amy and Evan, that was her husband, from time to time, and Evan gave me some of what I needed. But overall it was frustrating for me.”

“I can understand that; people can’t really give up those cravings no matter how hard they try.”

“That’s true, and because my husband couldn’t bring himself to give me what I wanted, we gradually drifted apart in terms of intimacy. But then Amy found you, and that started a whole new chain of events.”

“I’m sure it did, but how does that affect you?”

“Well, now that Evan’s gone Amy has Johnny, and after hearing about how you, and now Johnny, have treated her my cravings have reawakened big-time. I’ve been masturbating two and three times a day just fantasizing about what I want for myself. Then I found out that after playing with you Laura decided she’d prefer playing with an older man rather than with her brother. Curt has had the hots for her ever since she passed puberty, and she pretty much came on to him. She let him know she was willing, and now the two of them are playing and having sex on a regular basis.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. So that leaves me out in the cold.”

“So what exactly do you want me to do about it?”

I looked down at my hands, which were clasped in my lap, and then I looked up at him with fire in my eyes. “I know I’ve still got the body, the skills, and the cravings...”

“I don’t doubt any of that.”

“Amy says she’ll do anything for Johnny, but she doesn’t really know what anything means. I do, and I will, and I want you to take me on. I know you’re in a relationship, and I’m not looking for romance; I want a hard-nosed dominant who will push my limits and make me whatever he wants me to be without regard for my feelings or desires.”

“How much does Amy know about your past... activities?”

“She knows I worked as an escort and that I sometimes... entertained more than one guy at a time, but she doesn’t know about my more... strenuous events.”

“Let’s be clear about this,” he said. “I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings. It sounds like you’re telling me that you want me to become your dominant in every possible sense of the word, physically, psychologically, and sexually.”

“That’s right, and my husband will just have to live with the consequences of that. He’s got his young niece, and I want what I want in exchange.”

“I need to think about this. Do you know what I told Amy about sex?”

“Yes, but you didn’t have any problem satisfying her or Laura, so I’m not concerned about that.”

Okay, but I still need to mull this over, because if we go ahead with this... arrangement ... it’s going to be ... very hard on you ... and a real challenge for me.”

“That’s exactly what I want for myself, and I’m asking you, pleading with you, begging you to let your dark side out to play. Please say yes, and please, please don’t hold back. From everything Amy’s told me, I believe you have enough knowledge and experience to never harm me, that you’ll keep me safe even as you’re being hard on me. You can give me a safeword if you want, but I’ll never use it.”

“Never is a very long time.”

“I know, but I also know what I need.”

I knew I’d presented Harvey with a real dilemma. From everything Amy had told me, both about her experiences with him and about his stories, I knew his usual style as a dominant was to be caring and, at least to some extent, considerate of any sub’s interests and desires as well as her limits, whether it was in the context of a single scene or a longer-term relationship. But I was asking him to set aside those considerations and push me as hard as he wanted in whatever direction suited him at any particular moment. So now he had to decide whether he could be comfortable with that amount of control and that degree, for lack of a better word, of demanding submission from me.

Most men, including most dominants, have some dark fantasies lurking below the surface, and I’d admitted that as an escort I’d done events that involved BDSM and multiple men. So I wondered whether he would be willing to try any of his darker fantasies on me, and I hoped and prayed that he would. I’d given him my cell number, and I was on pins and needles for several days before he called me.