I cannot believe it after an eight-hour shift drags into an eleven due to the fact a very nice patient suddenly takes a turn for the worse; I find myself forced to drive into a freak snowstorm that pops out of nowhere. 

I concentrate intently on driving and look for the next road to pull off when suddenly I feel my wheels start to spin and the rear of my car fish tail into the guardrail. The impact is mild as my speed was near to non-existent but it was enough to jar the air bags and as fate would have it my car sputters and dies. 

I pick up my cell phone and press the number for the auto club only to listen to static. At three in the morning with no one else on the road, I reach to the back to grab the extra blanket I carry. Just as quick as the storm sprung up it subsided leaving a fairyland like world in its wake. I pick up the cell and press send finally reaching the sleepy voice of the dispatch that informed me that I only had a three to four hour wait but they would try to send someone to pick me up and take me home. Slamming down the phone in a well deserved temper I start to climb over to the back seat in order to spread out and bundle up better. Just then my door opens, I scream and sit down abruptly and come face to face with the biggest man I have ever met. Discreetly he clears his throat "Miss, are you alright?" Frightened I stammered yes. He looks me over and announces, "You don't look hurt but your car looks like a write off in this light" "My employer would like to know if we could give you a lift somewhere!" 

Taking a good look I can see the man is wearing a livery uniform and has a gentle smile, I sum him up to be mid fifties, 210 pushing seven feet: almost two feet taller then myself as well as a good 85 lbs heavier. Thinking at this rate, I may indeed freeze to death I except the offer, feeling I have no other choice at my disposal. 

The hulk of a man proffers his hand and reaches around me to grab the blanket and my purse. Gently he tucks the blanket around me and assists me to the car. In the dark, I can only make out the outline of a limo. The door opens as I near the vehicle, light and warmth streams out engulfing my cold body. Slipping in the car, I am greeted with a friendly smile and a warm handshake. The man in his early to mid forties introduces himself as Adrian Adon. My eyes fill with mirth as I introduce myself as Gayla Vanya and try to conceal a sleepy chuckle. I mention his name does not suit him "Your name would indicate that you are Dark One Lord but it is not fitting as you have just rescued a damsel in distress". In a rich voice, Adrian states, "I am pleased you have intellect and have placed my given names to their meaning as I have yours. Lively Possession Gracious Gift" Somewhat sober I exclaim that I had never heard the phrase with possession in it before. He explains the a on the end is indicative of ownership in the days of old; therefore the name Gayla comes from the word Gayle, gay or lively the a on the end ownership and Vanya is gracious gift already indicating transference of ownership. His voice and the way he had described the meaning to my name stirred a warming down in my pelvic region. I brush it off as finally warming up especially as a shiver runs through me. Adrian pours a brandy and hands it to me. I sniff the liquor; in order not to offend, I gulp the fiery amber liquid down in drawing my breath as I feel the burn of the fluid trail down my throat and burn my chest. I place the brandy glass down and attempt to thank him for his kindness. 

The privacy panel descends between the driving compartment and passengers. Thibaud as I find out is the mammoth drivers name, asks for more directions to my apartment. After giving them, the panel slides backing place as does the quiet banter between Adrian and myself. Soon the motion in the car stops and the door is opened Adrian reaches out his hand clasping it around my own he draws it to his lips and kisses the back of my hand. He then places my hand over to the smiling driver as I step out I hear "Gayla" I look back "I see you do not wear a ring; does this indicate that you are not married or otherwise taken?" I smile back and reply "No on both accounts!" He looks at me, hands me my blanket and says "Then we will have to remedy that, I shall call upon you." With that, Thibaud closes the door and walks me to my apartment. He takes my keys from me and opens the door stopping me from entering he turns on the lights and quickly walks through returning at the door handing me back my keys and my purse that I had totally forgotten about. On impulse, I reach up and kiss the giant on the cheek as I thank him for all he has done for me in these wee hours of the morn. I quickly lockup behind him, strip out of my nursing uniform and step into a hot bath with a quick wash and sleep on my mind. 

The next day, upon returning to work the girls all asked who my lover was. Confused I asked what they were talking about informing them I had no boyfriend, lover or the likes. Jane then pointed to a large fragrant bouquet of jasmine, freesia, stock, grass and fern. The card on it said, "You are good with the meanings of names, can the same be said for the meanings of flowers?" It was simply signed Adrian. Jane asked what that meant and I explained about my night. She then asked about the flowers. Having been a florist I knew the white and green mix indicated purity, innocence, worthiness and simplicity. Jasmine represents amiability, sensuality, grace and elegance. Freesia represents trust. Stock represents bonds of affection. Fern represents a passion and attraction, trusting and protective, magic, fascination, confidence and shelter of a secret bond of love. Grass I explained I did not know but decided it was symbolic.
It was a week later one of those rare days when everything was going right and I was actually leaving on time. I was almost packed to get away on vacation leaving the dreary winter behind. I plan to spend three weeks basking in the Caribbean sun. As I place the last of my bags by the door, my intercom rings, I answer it. 

I am surprised to hear Thibaud's deep voice "Delivery Miss; from Mr Adon" I pressed the security button to let the giant in. Ducking he enters the apartment "Posies for you miss" he says handing over a small nosegay of jasmine I bend my head to indulge in its scent. Immediately my head starts to spin the last thing I see is Thibaud gentle arms cradle me as it all goes dark. 

I wake in a room the warm sun blinding me temporarily as I blink to focus. I look around and note the big four-poster bed with crisp white bedding which envelopes my body. The room is tastefully decorated in white with a green accent; the walls and trim are a gleaming walnut. Honeysuckle sweetens the room and casts beauty on the antique vanity. I move to get up and feel my muscles weak and tender from not moving, I note that I am clad in a white cotton gown. 

Curiosity and fear grip my heart and gut. I run to the door to find it is locked. I look around and try a second door it too is lock, a third door opens to a bathroom. I run to the window and see intricately carved bars there. The door opens and in walks, a maid dressed in the classic black and white uniform. "Good you are up! I was expecting you to rouse soon." She states as matter of fact while placing a tray laden with tea, toast, preserves and fresh fruit. I tell the girl I am not hungry yet my stomach growls to prove I am lying. "There is nothing nefarious to the food," she states in her slight French accent. "You must eat then make yourself presentable for the Master." She advises. I ask her where am I, why am I here and already guessing who has brought me here. She replies in a clipped tone New Orleans, You please Lord Dark One, he has brought you to be here with him. Before I know, the pretty maid has left closing the door, my pounding on the thick wood does nothing. I eat my breakfast barely tasting anything as I plan my way out. 

A knock at the door alerts me to someone coming I quickly run behind the door in hopes of slipping past whoever was coming to collect the tray. Thibaud I find is as quick as he is big, wraps an arm around my waist and just as easily plunks me down on the bed. "Miss, there is no leaving yet. You will be staying as the guest of Mr. Adon for the next little while. I have come to instruct you as I find I like you and the silly chamber girl and the maid wish you not to succeed" " You must now get bathed and dressed as Mr Adon is finishing up business and has been informed of your awakening so he surely will be up to see you." He speaks as he gathers clothing from the hidden closets amongst the walls; he fills the huge tub in the bathroom. "You will find everything you need in the bathroom and the closets, Miss," he informs me with a big smile. "I hope you like it here, it has been many years which someone has interested Mr Adon and I like you both." "Miss" I look Thibaud in the face "Remember the meek shall inherit the earth" and just a quickly he was out the door before I had a chance to think. 

I decide I truly like the giant Thibaud but question the sanity of his employer, and if his Mr Adon was planning a visit, I would be ready for him. I enter the bathroom and find the tub almost filled I see many bottles of creams, perfumes and toiletries on the marble counter in the cabinet make up, brushes and the like. The closet hosts towels and some boxes. I reach for a bottle of bubble bath and generously pour in a rose scent and watch the bubbles fill fast. I turn the water off and climb in. The scented water and the heat melting the weariness of my body I lean back and close my eyes indulging in the feel and smell. 

I feel something brush my cheek then my nose I wake with a start. "Adrian" I croak as I pull a towel over my naked bubbly body. I fell asleep this hampers my ice queen veneer I had planned while I confront Mr. Adon. "Get out!" I demand pointing to the door with my left hand as my right arm securely holds the towel in place. "Little One, you are absolutely beautiful" he says as he grabs my pointed finger and kisses it "Your milky white shoulders and breast with pretty pink nipples please me; but your tone does not. I will overlook it as I know we have things to discuss and your presence here is a shock and surprise to both of us in sorts." He states as he grabs a scrub puff and starts to soap my shoulders and neck, his hand gently guides me forward to wash my back then his talented hands knead my muscles until they almost turn to putty. 

I gasp as I realize the absurdity to the situation and as the look of total indignation registers upon my face; my head is push under water. I quickly surface sputtering hearing the melodic chuckle come from my so-called host. "I do believe dear I have stopped you from saying some very unlady like things you may or may have not regretted." 

Before I am able to say anything more, I feel his hands encircle my throat and the heaviness of a necklace settles on my neck. Surprisingly my body is dragged out of the tub and a thick terry towel is wrapped around me. I am lead to a chair where Adrian gently picks up a brush and starts to pull it through my strawberry blond tresses. Languishing the feeling I stay still and watch him through the looking glass at the mirrored reflection of a very hansom man deftly styling my hair in a loose upsweep hair do. "My darling, tonight I have a guest and wish you to join me. If you can act reasonable and not cause a scene I would like you to join us other wise you will find you are confined to your room." Placing a robe about my shoulders Adrian leads me to the table by the window. He pulls out the chair and seats me prior to sitting himself. "I know you have many questions as do I but I haven't the time to discuss in detail, I just want you to know that I find you very attractive, intelligent and witty. I did not have the time to court you as I wish but my business takes a great deal of my time and due to some unforeseen event, I found I was leaving Canada rather suddenly. My research of you showed that you were going on vacation for the next three weeks. I was afforded the opportunity of having you along and getting to know you better." " I know you must be mad and frightened" "I promise nothing you do not want to become of you will happen; other then the confinement to your room." "If in the three weeks you do not find you wish to stay then I will personally see you home with a generous reimbursement for your time and remised vacation." "All I ask of you is to have an open mind and fairly judge me the best you can. Do you think you can do that?" Before I was aware of myself, I found myself nodding in agreement Adrian lean forward kissing me on my cheek and he too left with out further attempts to leave on my part. 

Sifting through all my thoughts and impressions, I find I am less fearful but more perplex. Hearing a discreet "hum hump" I look up to see a young Creole woman standing "Miss, I have come to straighten the room she announces" I look around and start to help her. "No Miss, you mustn't I am still on probation I have only just started to work for Mr. Adon and the maid is finding anything to make me look bad in order to have her nasty daughter to take my place." She hurriedly cleans the bathroom efficiently rearranging it to its former state. Coming back in she sees I have taken care of the bedroom part and walks over to fluff the pillows. Her lips tight on her face and a furrow on her brow she asks "Will there be anything else, Miss?" I walk to her and take her hand leading her to the chairs. "Please sit with me." I beg. "I have taken care of some of the time it would take you to do the work. Please I need to talk" The young woman weighs her options and sits. "What do you want to talk about?" the girl asks. "I am Gayla, what is your name?" "Jonquil" she replies "Jonquil what do you know about me and why Mr Adon has me as his guest?" Jonquil replies, "All I know is that Mr Adon has not had a woman in his house in many years since his engagement with someone was broken. Anna the Maid you have met her believes you have come to marry Mr Adon or to live with him in his life style." Frowning I ask "What life style" thinking I quickly add "I don't care about his wealth; I really do not know Adrian at all." Jonquil smiles "Yes, I see" Jonquil stands "I must be going." "No please!" I stand "Please tell me about Adrian, what kind of man he is, what he does, is he sane?" Jonquil looks smiles at me as she takes her seat. "Mr Adon I believe is quite sane; he may be a little eccentric but he is a man who knows no bounds. He sees what he wants and sets out to get it but he is kind. He is in the acquisitions business, as typical started from nothing, and is now the biggest name in the industry, he is ruthless but fair in his dealings. He has no family and was raised in a home." " This is where I believe he developed his foreboding look but deep down I know he is a teddy bear." " Mr. Adon took me from my last position as he thought the man I belonged to, to be… cruel. He flattened him with one punch, offered me this position free, with a hansom wage. He also blackballed the man from their circle and many business associates so I am told." Jonquil looks at her watch and state "Mon Dieu, I better help you get ready; dinner will be ready very soon. Mr. Adon's guest will be here shortly." Jonquil rushes to the panel in the wall opening it to reveal a closet full of gowns of all colours and fabrics. "Mr. Mannod is like a father to Mr. Adon he will expect to show you off." "Ah! This is lovely, no?" holding up a sapphire gown of satin "It matches the stones in your necklace and your eyes." Jonquil helps me into the gown and takes me into the bathroom to help me with my make up. Looking into the mirror image at myself, I find I am speechless. "Jonquil you are an artist" I exclaim still uncertain the sexy creature with an air of mystery is in fact me. Jonquil leans over kissing me on each cheek "You are deserving of Mr Adon I feel he will treat you good and love with all his soul. I like you and I will do all to help, by keeping Anna away for start," She giggles. "I like you too Jonquil, thank you."
I finish up in the bathroom and enter the main room Adrian stands there staring at me as I walk through the doorway. "What is wrong I ask" feeling a strange under current in the room. 

"No, little one but all is well. You are gorgeous." Adrian takes my hand and turns me around. "You please my eyes and tempt my virtue. I can not wait to show you to Marcus" "I have been thinking, it must seem very underhanded to you in my approach to having you as my guest, and for this I apologise." "I am somewhat a selfish man but I knew I had to have you. Sometimes choices are to be made by others than myself and things get taken out of proportion." "Please accept these as a toke of my regret for the way I have handled things." Adrian holds out a box and lifts the lid a pair of earrings to match necklace. "Thank you" I murmur; slipping the earrings in my ears, I try to understand the meaning to his comments. Adrian offers his arm. "Our guest will be arriving soon." Lacing my arm through his, we emerge from the room. The surrounds are much the same as the room I am to stay in with dark walnut walls, tapestries hang, flowers in crystal vases are every where the colours quite masculine with out being to over powering. The atmosphere is quite cozy despite the size. I can see good taste mixed with a great deal of money went into the decorating of the house. I was lead into what I would assume the parlour. Adrian walks to the hutch and pours himself a brandy and me a wine. I take a sip and I am delighted to find it is a Gewürztraminer. Adrian smiles "Don't look so surprised I know everything there is about you, your tastes, preferences and habits." 

"I hardly doubt you can know everything about me but I can say I know nothing about you." 

"Umm this could be true, for the lack of knowledge about my self we will remedy, but for my lack of knowledge towards you I highly doubt. Why don't you ask me a question and find out?" 

I think for a minute "My favourite colour? …Purple" he replies, "My best friend's name" He smiles a twinkle in his eye "Your best friend at work or home?" Perplexed I look at him. "Your best friend at work would be Jane, and your best friend at home would be a red unicorn shaped vibrator you keep in a drawer under you bed." I feel myself turn bright red, as we are interrupted by the entrance of a man. "Adrian" he holds out his hand and warmly clasps Adrian's in his. "And who is this beautiful and colourful creature you have with you? I see you have been teasing her Adrian. You must watch out for the red head, she will always reap vengeance, est ce pas aussi? He asks as he gracefully lifts my hand to his mouth. "Marcus I wish you to meet Gayla" Marcus raises an eyebrow but bends at the waist. "The pleasure is all mine!" He states. Anna announces that dinner is ready and Marcus leads me into the dinning room. Dinner is delicious the topics delightful and entertaining. Many of which includes some of Adrian's past conquests and amusing history. Only when Marcus asks if I would be going to the party did the atmosphere change. "No, I will be attending by myself." stated Adrian. "You should leave that up to her, the Council will expect introductions Adrian. I think you should reconsider!" "I don't give a damn about the Council I will not bring Gayla into the realm until she is ready and understands." replies Adrian in a menacing way. "You fool! You bring Gayla into the fold without knowledge. She is an extension of you and you belittle her with ignorance, both yours and her own!" Marcus reddens as he speaks. Adrian replies, "I have not gone about this right from the start and I do not wish to push Gayla any farther!" Seeing this topic is about me yet excludes me I remind my fellow diners I am still here. "Gentlemen I feel that the pair of you are rude for excluding me in the topic." " I think perhaps it would be good for me to go to the party, I would get to know you and your friends better and be able to understand why it is you feel I should stay with you!" Marcus pipes in "Then it is settled!" Adrian shouts, "She does not know what it is all about! She has not accepted my role of friend yet let alone lover or détenteur." "I will not make the mistake in jumping ahead of myself and assuming even if my feeling say otherwise." I jump in angrily "I wish to go, what harm can come from going to a party?" "Rien!" Adrian throws down his napkin. "If you come you must do everything I tell you without question." "Gayla" "Did you understand the significance of the meaning in both our names and the flowers I sent you?" "I believe so all but the grass." Marcus stands a smile of amusement on his face. "I see I have stirred up a hornet nest I will leave now in order not to witness who gets stung, least of all not to get stung myself." Marcus making his way to the door stops to kiss my cheek. "Adrian, I will let the other Council member know to expect Gayla. You have a lot of teaching to do in the next two days if you wish to secure a seat on the Council." "Gayla has nothing to do with the Council." Adrian resounds, "I will not have her influenced nor influence any of my decisions towards the Council." "Ah but it will; Gayla will accept her responsibilities as you will my friend. You will train her well it is part of your own grooming for your title," Marcus says before he leaves. 

"Merde" Adrian curses under his breathe "You have no idea what you are now involved in." "I wished to introduce the idea first before inviting you into my lifestyle, now you have thrust it upon yourself as well as have forced me to do things in a rapid haphazard way." "Gayla, the symbolic meaning of grass is submission. Your name and mine were a coincidence, or a sign of fate, the flowers an invitation and statement." 

Thinking back, I could feel my body blanch. "I see you have just picked up on the jest of the facts that you have just included yourself in attending a masquerade party for people who celebrate D/s. In doing, so you have given yourself to me: as your name so predicts. He pulls me to him and kisses me soundly on the lips in a punishing fashion before he roughly pushes me away. "I will not bind you to this after the party but till then we will work hard in you becoming my true submissive." Anna returned into the dining room with coffee. "None now Anna, please take Gayla to her room and lock the door!" Adrian says looking very sad. 

The house seems deathly silent as I walk the stairs. Anna whirls me around to face her "You Bitch" she spits at me. "I will see your life is hell while you are here." "I will ask Mr. to personally see to your training." Embarrassed I feel the flush raise from my chest up to my face. "You slut you think you can just walk in here and embarrass Mr like that in front of his friend." She slaps my face the sting of her words bite more than her physical slap. Tears well in my eyes I try not to let them show. "He should beat you, teach you your place, I heard you talking when you were not welcome and demanding. Who the hell do you think you are?" Grabbing my arm she roughly twists it throwing me off balance through the doorway, I land hard on the floor feeling a shooting pain spread through my hip. The door slams with the final turn of the key. Sitting on the floor the dam breaks. I huddle my knees into my chest and cry. Jonquil having witnessed the scene opens the door to check in on me. Seeing me crying on the floor she rushes over and puts her arm around me gathering me in her embrace, I place my head on her shoulder and cry heavier my shoulders shake and I hiccup in despair. "Mon Dieu" Jonquil says as she stands, "I will be back." Now curled on the floor I let the happenings of the last few days wash through me just as I stop Jonquil rushes back pulling Thibaud in tow. Seeing me lying on the floor, he lifts me up as a father might his child and lays me on the bed. His hand cool to touch traces the handprint still left over from Anna. In a gentle voice, he instructs Jonquil to assist me into bed and under his breath, it sounds as if he cursed in French. "I will tell Mr. Adon about all what has happened," he tells to Jonquil. "No" I plead as he exits the door. 

Jonquil helps me out of my gown and assists me to wash up. I crawl back into bed and quickly fell asleep. Jonquil stays by my bed until Adrian comes in and sends her away. I wake to the rattle of paper, looking over I see Adrian, jacket off, sleeves rolled and tie askew. I lay quietly noting it is one thirty and he still works hard into the night. Adrian runs his fingers through his hair and looks towards me. 

Seeing me awake, he comes closer and sits on the bed. "You have had a tough couple of days, for that I am sorry and Anna sorrier.'' ''Do you feel up to talking?'' I nod yes. ''Tell me what you are thinking.'' Adrian shifts his body weight; instinctively I move over giving him more room. I quietly gather my thoughts before proceeding. ''I must admit when you stopped to assist me I found you to be very attractive, our conversation stimulating in every sense of the word.'' looking in his eyes. ''I had hoped you would call, at the same time I was glad you didn't." "The flowers and play on names at night had me dreaming of being your slave, bound by the ankle to your throne. Though my dream took place in mid evil times; my emotions were stirred and my secret desire teased." "I am very receptive to new and challenging aspects to life and sexually I am not a prude." "I think things would have been different if you hadn't kidnapped me." Adrian looks at me thoughtfully "I have a confession to make." Adrian says, "Your being kidnapped was kind of a birthday present, someone acting on a dream or wish I had expressed; I did not intend it to truly happen! I had planned to show up in Bahamas after my work to surprise you but the matter was taken out of my hand" "However I am not totally upset with the results only the means." a look of shock must have passed over my face as Adrian laughs. He leans down and kisses me on the mouth "You are too cute when you look like that." "You should have told me earlier I would not have been angry with you nor felt the hatred towards you." Slithering over closer I place my head in Adrian's lap while he strokes my hair. Adrian tells me about the plan; Thibaud and the Council had about obtaining me due to Adrian finding me irresistible. Adrian explains this has not happened in such a long time. As well as a mate is required in order to become a member of Council. I also found that the Council subleased my apartment and apparently, I am on extended leave from work. Angered towards the Council and drained from the events of the day I fall asleep only to wake up hours later snuggled in to a sleeping Adrian. Secretly, I look over his body, his dark hair and deep tanned skin a contrast to my pale colouring. His well-toned muscles outlined in his linen shirt compel me to feel how hard they are. Gently and carefully, I move my hand across his chest and down upon his abdomen. I look up to see him watching me, I shrug knowing my face to be red having been caught. Adrian smiles and then says "All is fair in love and war…we have yet to decide which this is" Grabbing my hands in his left; he holds tight while his right hand starts to explore my body. I feel myself tremble as his gentle touch runs down my arm, along my ribs to rest on my right breast. "Nice, better then any dream I have had." He states quickly he moves and I find myself pinned beneath him. A wrist in each of his hands he holds me, while his lips replace the smooth movement of his hand. I feel excitement build as he pushes away my chemise and licks my taut nipple the cool air caressing my once covered chest. A moan escapes from my lips as I feel myself surrender to his touch. A shiver courses through me as I feel the ribbon slide from my hair as he wraps it about my wrists and looped it through the headboard. I realize this will not hold me if I want to be free. I take it for the intended symbol of trust. Adrian shifts his body and kneels at my feet. Slowly he raises the hem of my nightgown the satin material simmers in a hypnotic way as he moves further up between my legs. Feeling his hand on my thigh, my legs seem to open of their own accord. My eyes lock on the change in his eyes as he skims over my body as bit by bit it becomes further exposed. A fear, not of misgiving rushed through me, but a fear of missing out in whatever plan fate has set of me. Sensing a change in my mood Adrian stops and demands. "Do you submit to me?" "Will you become mine until the end of the party and mine alone to do as I feel is warranted?" The conviction in his voice and the promise of dreams released has me shiver yet still I agree; by nodding my head, I promise to submit. By opening my legs and wrapping them around him shows he has some training to do, but likes it none the less. 

"It will not be easy little one for you must learn the rules of the Council. You will learn not to talk unless you are addressed." You must properly acknowledge everyone in their rightful capacity as Council members, Dom or Master to sub or slave." "You must learn how to be submissive." "You must also know there are consequence to every action, misspoken word and facial expression." Perplexed when Adrian leaves only to return a few minutes later with a jewellers box he opens it up revealing a splendid bracelet on it engraved are the initials AA written in filigree on either side of the bold print words Lord Dark One. He lifts it from the box and places it on my right wrist then locks it on with a tiny key. "If at the end of the party you wish to stay I will place it on your other wrist as sign of complete ownership." "To forewarn you; being on your right wrist you do not have the complete protection of my name and may under go the harassments given to lesser subs by both classes." Our talk continues on with many questions ask by each of us, a verbal contract of sorts is met in regards to limitations of our "temporary" relationship as I dare not think of it in any other terms; despite my growing fondness for this witty, intelligent and sensuous man. 








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