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  Bryony's Awakening

  By

  Rachel de Vine

  Copyright 2014 Blushing Books and Rachel de Vine

  Published by Blushing Books at Smashwords

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  De Vine, Rachel

  Bryony's Awakening

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4027

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

  Table of Contents:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  About the Author

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  CHAPTER ONE

  She adjusted her body slightly, insofar as the rope that was tying her down would allow for movement, trying to ease the pain in her hips from being bent over the end of the bed. He often left her like this, trembling slightly in anticipation of what was to come, with the moisture between the lips of her sex the giveaway of the pleasure that she knew lay ahead. He knew that the anticipation for her was half the fun and he sat across the room watching her closely, judging every twitch and tremor for the sign that he should move in and end the torment for her. She could not see him because of the satin eye mask he made her wear, but she sensed his presence – so powerful and so masculine. He knew her body better than she did herself. To distract herself from the discomfort, she took her mind back to when they first met.

  * * * * *

  He was there again, sitting at the same table as he had the previous evening. He was wearing the same charcoal suit with a white shirt, but no tie this time. Last night he had been with two other men and that time he wore a pale yellow tie. Perhaps that was a business meeting? He certainly seemed to have been deep in discussion with the other two men throughout the meal but it hadn’t stopped him from looking intently at her whenever she approached the table, which she found a little unnerving. When she came to see if they wished dessert he had reached his hand out to her and she had allowed him to briefly hold her hand in his. It seemed very intimate to touch someone in that way, and under those circumstances, but she remembered that she hadn’t been offended by the familiarity at all. If any one else had touched her like that she would have probably drawn away quickly, but this man mesmerized her by the intensity of his gaze. She walked over to his table ready to take his order. The man looked up from his menu.

  “What is your name?”

  She was taken aback by this very direct question, before they had even exchanged the customary pleasantries. However, he was a customer and she was merely a waitress and was expected to be pleasant and welcoming to the customers. Nevertheless she pointedly began her answer with the formality she felt he had overlooked.

  “Good evening, sir. How nice to see you here again. My name is Bryony and I would like to tell you about the specials we have on the menu tonight.”

  “Well Bryony, I have already decided what I want. But if you would care to stand there and tell me what your specials are, then I might be persuaded to change my mind. I am always willing to be persuaded by a beautiful woman.”

  Whilst he was talking to her, the man was focusing on her completely – unlike some customers who would talk to her whilst glancing anywhere around the restaurant but at her. He had such an intense look – not unpleasant or frightening – simply very direct. Bryony was a confident, independent woman with striking looks that she didn’t recognize in herself. Her tall, slender but shapely body and long naturally blonde hair, which she usually wore tied back or curled loosely on top of her head, made her a magnet for the many rich and successful New York businessmen who frequented the restaurant. She was more than capable of handling the various bores, lechers and show-offs that came on to her from time to time in the restaurant. Some of them even did it in full view of their wife or girlfriend and she was often the recipient of an icy stare from such women for daring to be beautiful and attracting their man – even though Bryony had done absolutely nothing to encourage such behavior. But this man was different from the other men she had come across. He exuded power and confidence, but without any macho posturing. His voice was low and gentle, and he smiled as if to put her at ease – which made him seem unthreatening.

  For a moment, Bryony was disconcerted at the unexpected compliments and stammered slightly, before quickly recovering her composure. “Th-thank you, sir. Tonight we have the special starter of smoked salmon, with prawns, horseradish cream and lime vinaigrette, and we have a special for the entrée course of pheasant breast a l’orange with dried apricots and prosciutto. The soup today is potato, celeriac and truffle oil soup.”

  “You have a very persuasive voice Bryony. I do believe that I am now going to change my mind from what I had originally planned. I shall have the soup, followed by the pheasant. And to drink I shall have a bottle of the Italian Montepulciano d’Abruzzo 2010, plus some sparkling mineral water. And being served by you will, I am sure, make the meal even more delicious than it sounds.”

  Such a statement, coming from someone else, might have had Bryony reaching for the sick bag, but coming from this man, whose gaze had never left hers for a second made her heart beat a little faster.

  She brought him the wine and opened it at the table, pouring a little into a glass for him to taste – but he simply waved her on to filling the glass.

  “I’m sure it will taste delicious, as I am sure will you.”

  Bryony colored a little and walked away from the table, unsure if she had heard the man correctly. Surely he didn’t say what she thought he had?

  She returned to the table with the soup, having had the chance to compose herself again.

  “Your soup, sir. Can I get you anything else at this time?”

  She dreaded what he might say in reply, but this time the he simply smiled, and said, “Not yet, thank you.”

  She retreated to the kitchen to regroup and calm herself. The man was having an extraordinary effect on her. Her usual cool, calm and collected manner had gone and in its place she felt like a shy young schoolgirl, and that frustrated her. She wasn’t normally shy at all and she didn’t like the feeling. She was grateful when a young couple came into the restaurant and were seated in her zone, and hurried to welcome them.

  She had her back to the man whilst she was handing the menus to the couple and telling them about the specials, but had the distinct feeling that he was looking at her. Sure enough, when she turned, his eyes met hers. He had finished his soup and she went to remove the bowl.

  “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

  Again he was so direct. Bryony decided to be equally frank. “Well to be honest, sir
, you do a little. You are a little more direct than most customers. It just threw me a bit, that’s all. I’m not used to such plain speaking.”

  She hoped he wouldn’t take offence at her honesty. A difficult customer could cause her problems with management if he wished.

  “I don’t believe in wasting too many words. You interest me Bryony. I would like to get to know you away from the confines of your work place so that you won’t have to measure your words in order not to offend a customer. Would you care to meet me for a drink after work?”

  Again, he had cut straight to the chase, but this time Bryony was becoming more used to him and wasn’t taken quite so much by surprise. She put on her most charming smile. “That’s very kind, sir, but I don’t get off until eleven, and I have a class in the morning so I need to go home and sleep. But thank you for your offer.”

  She smiled and retreated to the kitchen with the soup bowl without waiting for him to come back at her. He was a handsome man – no doubt about it – but she had had many such offers since starting work at the restaurant to pay her way through school, and she had turned them all down. Studying for her degree in law at NYU and working five nights a week left her little time for socializing. On the few occasions when she went for a pizza, or to the neighborhood bar for a drink, it was with a group of university friends. It was over a year since her last boyfriend and that had ended disastrously after four weeks when she discovered that the lecturer she thought was single, turned out to have a very pregnant wife. She thought it best that she simply put her head down and studied hard for just one more year, and then she would be able to lighten up and have a bit more fun for a change.

  Alexander Graham was a very successful businessman – a thirty eight year old multi-millionaire, in fact. It had taken him fifteen years to build his successful real estate business, starting from scratch – and he had been successful, he believed, because he had been single minded and determined in pursuit of his goals. A brush off from a pretty waitress, even one as striking as this one, was not likely to lose him any sleep.

  There were a lot of very pretty women in the world, and he had been personally acquainted with a good number of them over the years. But this one intrigued him and he was a patient man. In fact he rather enjoyed a challenge, rather than the more predictable ones who fell into bed so easily and of whom he tired so quickly. He paid his bill and went home – sure that, in time, the delectable Bryony would eventually succumb as almost all the others had done. In the meantime, having a raging hard-on in his pants, he made a call whilst in the limo going back to his Manhattan apartment.

  “Melissa? My apartment. Forty minutes, and don’t be late. And I want you naked under your raincoat. Just the coat and high heels. Got that?”

  He did not wait for a reply, but was confident that his demands would be met.

  The following Friday night Alex was again in the restaurant, once more alone. It was a busy night, for which Bryony was thankful. Upon seeing him sitting at a small table in the corner, his back to the wall so that he could peruse the whole restaurant without having to turn his head, Bryony’s stomach did a strange flip. She took a deep breath to calm herself and went to take his order, and was determined that she would stay cool, calm and collected in the presence of a man who made her feel anything but that.

  “Ah, Bryony. How lovely to see you.”

  He had remembered her name. She smiled and gave him the standard greeting and rolled off the list of specials for him. He gave her his order, but did not add any flowery compliments this time. He merely gazed steadily into Bryony’s eyes. She flushed slightly and turned away to take his order to the kitchen. He knew he was definitely having an effect on her, and, watching that perfectly shaped bottom in the tight black skirt, she was having an effect on him too. Underneath the napkin on his lap, his cock was definitely twitching.

  At the end of the meal he repeated his invitation for Bryony to join him for a drink after work. This time Bryony might have weakened, but she actually had a genuine excuse for why she could not accept. She had accepted an invitation from a couple of the other waitresses to go on to a nightclub after work.

  “That’s very kind, sir, but I have other plans tonight.”

  Alex did not query what her plans were and merely smiled. Underneath, however, he was a little disappointed. Damn, he would have to call Melissa again tonight. Still, he was convinced that it was just a matter of time. Being rejected by a woman just made him more determined. He hadn’t got to where he was in life by giving up at the first set back.

  Alex did not return to the restaurant for two weeks. He went alone, at 9 p.m. on Saturday night, confident that, even if the restaurant were full they would find him a table, even without a reservation. He had that supreme confidence that rich, handsome, alpha males exude, that the world is theirs for the taking, and such confidence meant that it usually was. Most people he met found it incredibly easy to say yes to such a man, and very few people ever said no. He found it easy to get tickets to sold out Broadway shows, to get a taxi on a wet day in New York, to be given the best tables in expensive restaurants and to get into the panties of some of the hottest women in town.

  Insofar as Alex was able to charm these women back to his luxury apartment, however, many of them were not so eager to return for a second visit. For Alexander Graham had singular tastes that were not always shared by his (usually) young female partners. While he had nothing against ‘vanilla’ sex, he needed something more to satisfy his powerful libido. He needed a submissive woman who shared his taste for strict control. Not only that, but she had to be beautiful, intelligent and educated. This rather limited his choice somewhat, but Bryony fitted right into the latter three of his desired criteria. Whether she would also prove to be submissive, time would tell.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Bryony had thought little of Alex Graham since their last meeting and was surprised to feel a ripple of interest deep within her body when she saw him arrive at the restaurant on Saturday, two weeks after she had turned down his invitation. She noticed that he spoke briefly to the maître d’, while looking directly at her, and was then escorted to a table in her section of the restaurant. She walked towards him, a menu in her hand.

  “How nice to see you again, sir. Can I tell you what are the specials for this evening, or would you prefer to look at the menu first?”

  “Good evening, Bryony. Looking lovely as usual. I would love to hear you tell me the specials, if only so that I can spend more time admiring such a beautiful woman as yourself.”

  Bryony colored slightly. What was it about this man that made her so nervous? She normally handled a come-on like this with supreme ease, but this man was different somehow. His dark eyes were so intense, and he had an attractive stillness and economy of movement and speech. He did not believe in wasting words and neither did he shout and wave his hands around, as some rich and powerful men did, simply because they could. It was his stillness and intensity that created his powerful aura.

  Bryony recited the specials and took his order and retreated to the kitchen to collect another order. She was glad to get away for a short time to collect her thoughts. The man had really gotten under her skin, and she had been taken aback by her body’s response to seeing him again. He was definitely very attractive – six-foot tall, dark wavy hair with flecks of grey, strong jawline, slim, well-toned body – but his proximity brought a deep sense of unease. She recognized the cause of her unease; the man had an aura of danger about him. With her past history of falling for unsuitable and downright dangerous men, a man like Alex Graham ought to set her alarm bells ringing, but instead, as it had done so often before it just made him seem more attractive and her body remembered the excitement that came from being with a man like that. Was she destined to go down the same path that had almost been her downfall before? Her mind briefly flipped back to earlier disastrous choices she had made.

  Bryony Winters had had an unconventional childhood. Her mother had died
when she was just two years old, and she had been brought up by her father. Stanley was a wanderer, rarely staying in the same place, or job, for long, but rather moving around the USA and overseas as the fancy took him. He had tried his hand at many things - as a lumberjack in Canada, as a tea planter in India, as a rancher in the Midwest, and even as a circus performer in Europe for a short while. Wherever he went, then so did Bryony – who would be found a local care provider in each of the many places where they lived to take care of her whilst her Dad was working. When he came home from work he would take over her total care – cooking the meals, bathing her and telling her bedtime stories of dare devil adventurers before putting her to bed.

  Stanley encouraged his only child to be bold and daring and to take life by the balls and make something of it. “Don’t be a shrinking violet,” he would tell her. “Get out there and make your mark on the world.”

  Spending so much time together, Bryony and Stanley became extraordinarily close, which made Stanley’s sudden death in a car crash, just a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, such a devastating event for his daughter. Apart from a couple of cousins, whom she hardly knew, Bryony was now totally alone in the world. For a couple of years she went a bit wild – drinking and partying and getting involved with the wrong type of guy. She worked as a waitress in local diners and bars to support herself, but her drinking and partying meant that she was always late for work – if she turned up at all – and the jobs did not last very long.

  Bryony had turned into a beautiful young woman, but she never thought of herself as particularly attractive. The men she partied with, however, couldn’t get enough of her and she was never short of male company. The problem was that many of them were involved in the seedier side of life –drugs, crime and prostitution – and Bryony was in danger of being sucked into that world.