Despite Raoul being out of town on business, her escort arrived without fail. Since that fateful night of her attack her life had changed beyond recognition. Raoul had basically kept her hostage in his flat for three passionate days and nights of sex, interspersed with long talks, where the two of them had not only connected on every level possible, but they had also negotiated every one of her limits, and had set out the terms of their D/s relationship. Nikita checked her reflection one last time in the mirror, and smiled at the wide eyed woman staring back at her. "Who'd have thunk it, eh, girl?" She winked at herself, and then burst into laughter for no other reason than that she was deliriously happy with him. At first she had chafed at the escorts appointed by Raoul. He'd done his utmost to convince her not to return to her shift at the café, but true to his word, he had not pressed the issue. He had insisted on ensuring that she never walked on her own, though, especially on her late night shifts.
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