Acquiescent

Chapter One

I close the door to her room behind me. She's exhausted and deserves a well needed nap. I've worked her hard today. I walk down the stairs and open the door to my playroom. I get all of the toys that I used on her to clean them thoroughly. The room smells like her. I breath in deeply. My cock twitches and I leave the room to calm myself.

While I clean the toys, my mind goes back to a moment in the playroom. She hadn't said much. She seemed preoccupied. I worried what was on her mind.

Once I had cleaned all the toys and returned them to the playroom, I went into my kitchen to grab a glass of water. When I enter the kitchen, Mrs. Walker is making lunch. "Chicken Risotto sound good, Mr. Anderson?"

"Sounds divine." I say as I sit at the island. I hear feet shuffling and I look up to see Terra standing in the foyer, completely dressed, with her bag packed. My brows furrow and I walk towards her. "What's going on?" I ask gently but sternly.

"My I speak to you in your office, Sir." she whispers. My brows furrow further but I nod and lead her to my office. Once there, I sit behind my desk and cross my arms. "I would like to terminate the contract." Her face was slightly sad but determined. Why?

"May I ask why?" I say softly.

She hesitates. Has she found someone she wants to be with? "A job offer has opened up for me in Vermont. I accepted. I'm moving in a week and I can't continue in this contract. I've had an amazing experience." She gives me a soft smile and I feel proud of her.

My lips tilt upwards. "I'm proud of you. And I wish you the best of luck. Just sign here and if you want I can mail you the copy of the termination."

"No that's fine." she says as she signs her name. "Goodbye Erik."

"Goodbye Terra." She walks out of my office and closes the door behind her. I lean back in my chair and sigh. Well, that's a great start to the day. I get up and walk into the kitchen just as Mrs. Walker sets out lunch.

"I saw Terra leave so I just made one." She said. "Did something happen?"

"No. She's moving to Vermont for a job opening. I'm happy for her. Take the rest of the day off, okay?" I say as I take a bite. It's delicious as always. "This is delicious. Thank you."

"You're most welcome, sir. Have a good day." Mrs. Walker walks off to wherever and I demolish my risotto.

I decide to go for a run, the trademark gray sky of NYC a perfect setting for a sprint. As my feet pound the concrete, the rain drizzling down lightly on my shoulders.

I've probably ran for a few blocks when I round a corner and run straight into someone. I fall on top of a soft body and hear a groan. I look down and a pair of bright green eyes greet mine. Long blonde hair is fanned out across the sidewalk and full, pink lips are parted in shock. Long black lashes brush her cheeks as she blinks. Light brown freckles dot her cheekbones. She's beautiful. I'm floored and for a moment I forget I'm laying on top of her.

"I apologize." I grunt as I stand up. I hold out my hand and she takes it. I pull her to her feet and realize how short she is. Her hair topples over her face and she brushes it away. "Be careful, okay?"

She chuckles. "Yes sir." She salutes me and runs off. My skin tingles with pleasure and I have to lean against the wall. I don't know what motivates me but I run after her. For someone so short, she sure runs fast. When I finally catch up with her, she rolls her eyes at me. On instinct, I want to take her across my knee and belt her behind until it glows pink.

She runs ahead and I take a moment to admire her. Her hips were slightly wider than her waist, her thighs thick, her feet small, her waist and stomach tiny, her arms slightly muscular. She was tiny and gorgeous. Her behind was plump and slightly bounced as she ran. She turned a corner and I caught a glimpse of her breasts. She looked to be a C-cup. Perfect. Breaking out of my daze, I catch up to her. "I feel bad about running into you earlier." I say.

"Look, dude it's fine. I'm a tough girl." She presses harder and I keep up, much to her annoyance. She's so cute when she's annoyed. "What you do want?"

"I want to make it up to you. Let me take you to dinner." Whoa, where the hell did that come from?

She laughs and it's the best sound I've ever heard. We come up to a crosswalk as she checks her watch. I notice a gold bracelet just as a man walks by us. I am about to ask her to dinner again when the guy turns suddenly and rips off her bracelet. She yells and he runs across the road. I run after him and I hear her footsteps pounding behind me.

I gain on him quickly and jump, my arms wrapped around his neck. He drops to the ground, landing hard on his side. He is momentarily winded and I punch him hard across the jaw. His head lolls to the side and I take the bracelet back. When I turn around, she is just rounding a corner, breathing heavily. "Oh my god! Thank you!" She exclaims when I hand her the bracelet. "That was my grandmothers. It means a lot to me." For the first time, I recognize a bit of a Southern accent in her voice.

"It's no problem." I say, because it really isn't.

"I guess I kind of owe ya now, huh?" She said, smiling shyly. "Dinner sounds great." I smile and it feels genuine.

"Great. Meet me at Central Park? Let's say about four-thirty?" I ask, excited. She nods and turns away. "Wait! What's your name?"

She turns toward me and smiles. "Call me Cass. What about you? What do I call you?"

On impulse I want to tell her to call me sir but I refrain. "Erik." I say. She nods and runs down the sidewalk.

I don't know why but I am excited because for the first time in years, I have a date. I smile and feel ridiculous. I actually have a date.