Terms of Surrender [Internet Bonds Series Book 9]
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by Christy Poff
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Noah Sheffield left England to avoid a man's threat, his trek landing him in St. Louis by way of Harvard Law School. Establishing a successful law firm while sitting on the Federal bench, Noah's life was perfect--except for one important thing. Fallon Mitchell had fallen for a man online, one who gave her everything she wanted. Once they met, they knew they would be together--in every way. But Noah's past catches up with him and threatens Fallon. Will they accept their own terms of surrender? Or have to swear terms to someone else?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: September 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [330 KB]
Reading time: 206-289 min.
Domjustice: I want to meet you.
Fallenangel: I'm not sure.
Domjustice: I think it's time.
Domjustice: Are you still there?
Fallenangel: I am--sorry, this is unexpected.
Domjustice: We've been chatting for a while--I'd like to meet you.
Fallon Mitchell sat back and thought about his proposal--his desire to be exact. Even though they'd been chatting in a private room for months before instant messaging privately, she still had second thoughts but then again, she considered the times and thought caution to be prudent. She wouldn't deny the fact she wanted to meet him but the possibility frightened her. What if he's...
These same thoughts traveled back and forth each time the subject came up though this time had been the first where he'd out-and-out suggested it. Over the time they'd been Internet friends, he'd been able to do things to her with just a written word. Now, he wanted to take their relationship one step further and she couldn't be sure.
Fallon had found Internet sex to be quite liberating. He would tell her to do things then she would tell him her reactions. A few weeks after they'd started this, he told her to get a webcam so he could see her reactions firsthand and she wouldn't have to worry about describing it and losing the moment. That in itself had been a new experience because she'd never been one to be an exhibitionist.
Alone in her own home and wearing a fancy party mask, she could enjoy the benefits of a relationship while not worried about being ashamed of herself or displeasing him in any way. Yes, sometimes she'd lied to him when writing what she figured he'd want to hear but most of the time and especially with the webcam, she told the truth. Now with the prospect of meeting him becoming more of a reality, fear overtook her.
Domjustice: Are you all right?
Domjustice: Surely you can't be worried about me.
Fallenangel: I am. I dread disappointing you.
Domjustice: Highly doubtful.
She felt better when he averred his feelings, the sureness of his words affecting her even though she read them on a flat impersonal screen. It still startled her that she could feel something between them if she touched the screen--the first time it'd happened, she nearly signed off and ended everything there. Now... Shit, what do I do?
Noah Sheffield waited for Fallenangel's response to his request. As a Dominant, he had come to expect immediate obedience but something about her forced him to be patient--something unexpected for this side of her personality.
Professionally, he sat on the Federal bench in St. Louis, Missouri. Having graduated with a law degree from Oxford, he went on to prosecute as a Crown Advocate for Her Majesty's courts in London. After a very high profile case, he decided to take some time off, head across the pond and further his education. While at Harvard on a student's visa, he decided to stay, applied for citizenship and took his bar exams. Even though he held dual citizenship in England and the United States, he spent the majority of his time in the States.
Personally, he enjoyed women as long as they shared his interests. At Oxford, Noah had discovered a natural tendency toward domination after he'd been inducted into one of the secret societies on campus--the kind no one ever talked about or admitted to being a member of. His skills nurtured thanks to this, he found several places in London and one or two other cities where he could dominate to his heart's content with the luxury of having it all kept quiet. Until one day...
Once at Harvard, one of the other law students sought him out and invited him to a meeting of one of the American branches of the same secret society. One of the benefits of membership had been being accepted by others on campus and shown the ropes, so to speak. Feeling right at home, Noah began to truly explore this side of his life when he could which proved to be more often thanks to being a student with exceptional grades. He helped several guys with their studies while they introduced him to the right people.
After graduation, he remained near the campus practicing law in Cambridge with one of the larger firms. Two years after going into criminal law, he received an offer from the City of St. Louis, Missouri in the district attorney's office. Having always been a prosecutor, he accepted the offer and moved to the Midwest with several letters of introduction to the right people--both in law and in the life.
Domjustice: Are you willing to meet with me?
Fallenangel: Yes, but I'm a little hesitant.
Domjustice: I swear that the first time we meet will be solely an introduction type meeting to see if this will actually work for us.
Fallenangel: And if it doesn't?
Domjustice: Then we can part friends and go on.
What the hell am I saying? I want this woman.
Noah Sheffield--Federal justice and attorney for several elite clients save when their cases brought about a conflict of interest then he either turned them over to one of the other two partners in his firm or he felt the need to recuse himself from the bench--wanted this woman more than he ever imagined wanting anyone.
But she held him at arm's length signaling previous hurt in her life. How can I help?
Domjustice: Would it help if we met somewhere where I can sit in the shadows until you feel more comfortable?
Fallenangel: I don't know.
Domjustice: What's troubling you?
Fallenangel: I work at a prestigious law firm and one of the senior partners sits on the Federal bench. I would hate to embarrass him because someone saw me...
Noah's heart slammed into his chest. Since I'm the only one practicing and hearing cases at that level, she must be talking about me.
Domjustice: What is your position?
Fallenangel: Legal secretary to one of the juniors.
Domjustice: I can make sure nothing happens.
Fallenangel: How? I work for a powerful group of lawyers.
Domjustice: I'll take care of it. Don't worry about anything. Just meet me at...
Noah gave her the address to an exclusive club by the famed Arch near the riverfront. That he knew of, no one from the firm or anyone he might be close to would be there because they didn't frequent the place. While he usually did not go there, he did on occasion when the opportunity arose and usually had a good experience.
Domjustice: Trust me.
Fallenangel: I'll see you there.
Domjustice: I will leave instructions at the front desk for where I will meet you inside.
Fallenangel: All right.
Noah signed off breathing a sigh of relief while wondering who at the office he might be wooing. Judging by her name, it might be one of the secretaries working for an up-and-coming junior who could be receiving an offer of partnership within the year. Opening an office directory, he found her name--Fallon Mitchell--and it hit him that he'd had his eye on her for quite some time.
Perky and blonde, she wore clothes well, did a good day's work without complaints but didn't try to be overbearing--the classic stereotypical office worker in a tailored suit with her hair up and wearing glasses. Wait till I get you out of them and put you in leather and stilettos. Switching to another file--a master profile listing all employees with pictures and information--he found what he searched for and printed out the file. Well, I'll be damned.
"This will definitely be interesting."
Fallon signed off her computer and began to pace wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Sure her mysterious Internet lover had made promises but could he keep them? Noah Sheffield of Sheffield, Ross & Norton sat on the Federal bench while having several extremely exclusive clients plus he served on the boards of many charities in the city. A man who would never look twice at her, she still worried what he might think if he knew one of his employees indulged in...
She couldn't finish the thought because what she did in her private life should remain private but what did she worry about first? She worried about her boss and the reputation of the firm. Where the hell are my priorities?
Still naked from their amazing session together, she went upstairs to take a shower then plan out what she would wear for work and her after hours meeting with her Internet lover. She thought about what he told her to do and how she felt afterwards, glad he told her to buy the webcam. He'd made it easy for her because while he saw everything she did for him, she still had no clue as to his identity because she'd never seen him.
Her thoughts went back to the ruggedly handsome Sheffield with his extraordinarily bright blue eyes and gorgeous voice. His British accent did her in and while she'd never heard her lover's voice thanks to instant messaging, she couldn't even begin to picture Sheffield with an Internet love when she knew he could have any woman he wanted.
Sighing, she enjoyed the heat of the shower then, after drying off, she slipped her naked body between her satin sheets and fell asleep imagining the next evening. As much as she tried to picture what he might look like, her fantasies kept returning to one man--Noah Sheffield.