Hansel 2: An Erotic Fairy Tale by Ella James Read Free Book Online

eyes bug out. “You were here waiting for me?”
    He smiles a little. “Yes ma’am. I’m your chauffeur.”
    I look from the letter, to him, and back to the letter. What the fuck, Hansel? “How did you know I would say yes?” I demand.
    “I didn’t,” he says.
    “If I say ‘no’ right now, what will you do?” I’m genuinely curious.
    “Are you saying no?” he asks me lightly.
    “Maybe.”
    “Yes or no, ma’am?” His face looks strange, as if he’s waiting for my answer to take me to the next level of some game.
    “I’m saying yes, I guess. Yes to no. I’m saying ‘no.’”
    He reaches into his pocket and pulls out another letter.
    I’m sorry to be pushy, but I have to have you, Lauren. You remind me very much of someone I once loved.
    Let me turn your Vegas trip into a fairy tale.
    My heart clenches.
    The man clears his throat. “Well?”
    I clutch the letter to my chest. Is this message specifically for me? Sure, he saw me last night, but does he realize now that I was ‘Lauren’? Does he even remember last night?
    My mind races.
    “Why don’t you ride over to The Forest, Lauren? If you change your mind, I’ll be glad to take you to the airport.”
    “How do you know I’m going there?” I ask suspiciously.
    He nods at my suitcase, where an airline’s emblem is stamped on a luggage tag that’s dangling.
    I nod slowly.
    He winks. “I was told to be persuasive.”
    “Why didn’t Edgar come himself?” I ask softly.
    “He had a meeting. He’ll be there waiting for you, but right now, that’s where he is.”
    I let my breath out. Squeeze the handle of my rolling suitcase. He isn’t in a meeting. He wants to play this game with me in the role of ‘Lauren’: someone he doesn’t know. He wants me near him, but he’s scared to have me there as Leah.
    I rub my head. What does this mean ?
    “If I change my mind, Cecil, you’ll take me to the airport? You promise?” I ask.
    He nods. “He doesn’t want you forced, Lauren. He told me, don’t make that girl feel like she’s being kidnapped.”
    Cecil smiles a little, but it’s not funny to me. Goosebumps prickle over my arms as I try to weigh my options.
    I think about the other girls. Whip-happy girls who want to see him suffer. I would be better for him than them. I picture him with one of them and burn with hypothetical envy. I could always take him up on his invitation and then break his rules. He may expect that. Surely he remembers last night, knows that Lauren is me. He called me back because he wants me. Leah.
    And, even though it’s reckless, I still want him, too.
     
    *
     
    I sit on his bed, like the instructions in my bag of clothing told me to. I’m on my knees, my head bowed, my arms loose at my sides.
    He walks in, and I lift my eyes to see him. He’s wearing leather pants and no shirt. He’s bruised and his eye is still black, but he looks in charge. Fierce. Breathtakingly honed and brutishly strong. Nothing like the broken man last night.
    “Everything,” he says, “or nothing. No arguing with me. No fearing me. Do you understand?” He walks slowly over to the bed’s edge, where he stands to the side of the mattress looking down on me.
    I nod, fixing my eyes on the mattress, even though I want to look at him.
    “You may speak.”
    His voice is sharp, startling me. I’m surprised to find my “Yes” is whispered.
    “You submit to me. I will give you pleasure. Can you submit fully this time?”
    I nod.
    “Speak up.”
    “Yes,” I say, more loudly than before.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes Master,” I murmur.
    “But what? You don’t think I can hear your hesitation?”
    “But I’m scared,” I answer honestly.
    I hold my breath as he climbs up on the bed, sitting on his knees in front of me. He takes my chin in his fingers and tips my face up, so our eyes meet. Emotion rises like a bubble in my throat, keeping air from getting in. My head spins as I look into the eyes I know so well.
    “Your fear is an