Taken: By Her Billionaire Benefactor (Billionaire Benefactor 3) by Rosie Pike Page B

planned for you will leave you freed.
     
    I shall not say more, I ask only that – for now at least – you treat my assistant my assistant James with the same respect that you give me. He may ask you to do things that you are not quite comfortable with, and if that is the case then just let him know.
     
    I'm confident though, that you will embrace every new experience in just the same manner, with just the same confidence, that you have shown – and given – to me.
     
    With all my love,
     
    Your Master.
     
    And that was it.
     
    Anna's fingers were trembling, the paper was vibrating from side to side as she slowly began to understand what the message meant.
     
    She knew she would do anything for him, anything at all. But did he know what he was asking?
     
    He was asking her to give herself over completely, to trust that whatever this stranger planned to do to, or with her – that that was completely okay. Could she? Did she dare? Had she changed so much in just a few short days that not only was she recovered from the scars of her previous, failed relationship but that she was also willing to sacrifice what had always been a pillar of her personality – her chastity. Not in the literal sense, but in the way she approached the world – with caution.
     
    "I'm… I'm just going to take a shower".
     
    All she needed was a few moments to compose herself, to work out exactly what her response to this would be, what it should be. How could she not trust this man though, who had done so much for her in such a short period of time.
     
    But could she trust his agent, the man he had sent to work on his behalf?
     
    So lost was she in her reverie, as she climbed the stairs leading to her bathroom that's it wasn't until she was almost halfway up that she noticed the driver was following her.
     
    "What on earth are you doing?", Anna exclaimed with shock, turning to face him.
     
    "I have certain, specific, instructions", he replied, his face utterly expressionless. "I'm to see that they’re carried out to the letter".
     
    Oh shit. This completely swept Anna of her feet – and not necessarily in a good way. She had been banking on having a few minutes, Lord even a few seconds to mull all of this over in her mind, but it seemed like even that small respite was being stripped away from her.
     
    "And, and – what might those instructions be?", Anna tried to sound peremptory in her inquisition, and powerful, but she heard the little squeak that came out in her voice and knew that she had failed – knew that the man standing in front of her had heard it.
     
    If he had though, he didn't seem to register it at all. His face remained in that expressionless mask of servitude that marked out all good household staff – not that Anna had any reason to know that. Not yet, anyway.
     
    "I think it's best that you just experience this, it'll be much less stressful that way".
     
    Anna's mind was in torment, but somewhere she sensed a guiding tendril of stability – the memory of that first orgasm that her Master had given her. It was an orgasm that had brought some stability into her life, given her a raft to cling onto in the stormy sea that had been her life before him.
     
    And in that moment, Anna resolved to trust him – absolutely, and forever. Seeing the internal battle in her face, and the resolution as all her worry lines suddenly relaxed, the driver took the lead.
     
    "I believe you know my name, but I feel like I should introduce myself formally, given we’re about to get to know each other rather better", he began, "I'm James".
     
    "I know – the letter said".
     
    Anna was still a little offkilter, though she had made had this decision, she was still not committed – perhaps it's better to say that she had not been given the direction, the comfort of having all further decisions swept away from her.
     
    James began to climb the stairs, ahead of her. As he passed her on the narrow stairwell, he brushed past