Good Girls Say Yes
By: Penny Wylder“Oh, don’t worry about that. I wasn’t embarrassed, just concerned. The last thing I wanted was for something bad to happen to someone at the wedding.”
I’m laughing again, still a little bit drunk, “Trust me, there was nothing bad about what just happened.”
Lily giggles, and then she sighs. “I miss this. I miss you. How did we let it go so long?”
“I don’t know, but we really need to get better at it. When you get back from your honeymoon, we’ll make some plans and actually stick to them.”
“That sounds perfect.”
I pull her into an awkward chair hug. “I hope you know that I really am happy for you. And I hope you get to have lots of kinky sex on your honeymoon.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she says, giving me a conspiratorial look, “I know that Mark has lots of plans. And speaking of the honeymoon, we’re about to make our exit.”
People are gathering at the other end of the ballroom toward the exit, ready to wave goodbye to the happy couple as they take off for their honeymoon in Bali. “Let’s go send you off then!”
“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” she asks.
“You said he was a good guy, right?”
Lily nods quickly. “He is. Mark is one of his good friends, and I’ve never seen him do anything that would make me think less of him. Every sub I’ve met that’s been with him has said that he’s wonderful.”
“In that case, I’m sure that I’ll be fine.” I loop my arm through hers. “Now let’s get you off on so you can stop worrying about my sex life and focus on your own.”
She grins, and we walk to the other side of the ballroom where Mark is waiting for her. He takes her arm and I watch as they exit the building surrounded by sparklers and confetti. Before they get in the car, Mark dips her back in a heated kiss that makes my chest ache. I’m happy that she’s happy, and I can only hope that someday I’ll have that. And that I’ll find it on my own terms and no one else’s.
Four
Morning comes way too early, and with it comes a pounding headache. If Matthew were here, I’m sure that he would say that he told me so.
I roll over in the hotel bed and glance at the clock. Nine. I’ve got plenty of time, but I want to get on the road home. It’s a couple of hours away and it would be nice to spend part of the weekend relaxing instead of arriving home and going straight to bed for work on Monday.
Dragging myself out from under the covers, I head to the bathroom. There’s a letter on the floor in front of my door like someone slipped it underneath. No idea what that is. I use the bathroom first, and pick up the letter on the way back to spend a few more minutes in bed. But I stop when I see my name on the envelope. The handwriting is neat and efficient and I can think of only one person who would have a letter delivered to my room.
I’m not even going to question how he got my room number. He was clever enough to get my name from Lily before I even spoke to him, I’m sure he’s charming enough to have a letter delivered to my room. I tear it open and the page is filled with the same neat handwriting, the black ink stark and almost harsh in the morning light.
Through my hungover haze, I realize I’m just staring at the words and not actually reading. I need to focus.
Emma, I hope you got a good night’s rest.
He then outlines the terms of the bet we made last night. I will spend three days with him as his submissive, and if I win and want to walk away, I get one hundred grand. If he wins, he gets me for another month.
I understand that you had a lot to drink, and if you’re no longer willing to make this bet, I would understand. However, if you’re still willing, text me your address and I’ll have a car pick you up on Friday at eight A.M. You won’t need to bring anything with you.
Hoping to hear from you,
Matthew Forester
His phone number is written below his signature, and suddenly I have anxiety that I didn’t feel last night in the middle of my buzz and the afterglow of the best orgasm that I’ve ever had. Three days alone with him where I have to obey him? Now, in the light of day, I’m not sure I can handle that.
