Daddy Says(4)

Jane put a bite on her fork, wishing it was being offered to her by Master… MasterSON!

“Oh, man, that sounded more like an ‘I’m so horny’ than a ‘this is good cheesecake’ moan.” Reaching out with her own fork, Sarah tapped the cover of the computer. “Come on, we’re both big girls, and it’s been a while. I could use a good porn video myself.”

“It’s not porn,” Jane said, shaking her head. “Hell, to be honest, I have no idea what it is.”

Sarah picked up the card. “Does it have something to do with this?”

Resisting the urge to snatch it out of her friend’s hand, Jane nodded, sighed, and opened the computer again. “I finally figured out the first screen but now am stuck at this one. I’m telling you, I’ve never seen a site so difficult to access. You don’t suppose he’s some sort of government agent trying to coerce me into breaking all sorts of laws, do you?”

Sarah laughed. “You watch far too much TV, girl. If that were the case, this card would have already self-destructed. So what happened when you entered the password?”

“Nothing as I have no flipping clue as to what it can be!” Jane said, taking another bite of the dessert.

“Did you try SawyerMasterson1007?”

Jane looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “I watch too much TV? Who are you, Bond… Jamie Bond? Geez.”

“Go ahead, what have you got to lose?” Sarah teased, pointing to the screen. “If I’m right, you have to clean the entire house including windows, baseboards, and the bathrooms.”

“Fine,” Jane said, typing the code in only to huff. “I can’t believe I even thought that might work. Looks like you’ll be the one scrubbing toilets, Ms. Moneypenny.”

“You typed it wrong. Get your mind off Ian Fleming. I said 1007, not 007.”

“Whatever.” A few clicks later, Jane’s tune changed. “Oh, my God! How did you know that?” A sinking feeling had her eyeing her friend. “Please don’t tell me that you and he… that you both…”

“Oh, no,” Sarah said. “Honey, I would never do that to you. Friends don’t let their friends go out with ex-boyfriends.”

“Then how do you explain knowing the password?”

“Easy,” Sarah said, laying the card down. “He wrote it on the back.”

Jane groaned. She’d never even looked at the back of the card.

“Whoa, are you actually considering this?” Sarah asked, her brow furrowing as she sat back against the pillows again.

“Considering what?” Jane asked, taking her eyes off the card.

“I honestly thought this was some sort of exclusive dating site, but I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Jane studied the screen and had to admit she hadn’t either. She’d sort of been expecting a dating site as well, but this seemed far more than that. It wasn’t asking for her favorite restaurant or wine. It wasn’t asking what her idea of a perfect date would be. Hell, it wasn’t even asking her if she preferred blond or dark-haired men. There was only an instruction on the screen.

In order to continue, you agree to grant Master Masterson remote access to your computer. He will assist you in completing the questionnaire found on the following pages. If you choose not to continue, or terminate the session before the final agreement has been signed, the opportunity will be closed.

Below the note there were two boxes. Choosing one would grant him access. Clicking on the other would end the session.

“Wow! I wouldn’t have pegged him as some sort of IT nerd.”

Sarah snorted. “Seriously? That’s what you get from this screen?”

“Sure, I mean, I don’t know how to do that,” Jane said. “Hey, how does he even know I’m logged on right now?”

“Honey, sometimes I wonder about you.” Sarah reached toward the screen, her finger tapping against one word. “Forget nerd, your guy considers himself a master, and I’m guessing the moment you accessed the website, he was informed. The real question is what sort of questions does he want you to answer, and why does he wish to watch while you do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to know if I’d like to go out with him or something,” Jane said.

Sarah gave her a long look. “Jane, you need to give this some serious thought. I know the man had some sort of… effect on you, but, this isn’t just dating. Anyone who is to be addressed as Master is not going to be offering just dinner and a movie. Are you ready to share your fantasies, your desires? Are you prepared to dig deep and answer intimate questions?”

“How do you know they are going to be those sorts of questions?”

Rolling her eyes, Sarah said, “Think about it. This is not some sort of tame matchmaking site. You can’t even access it without a card and a code. You are a ‘favored’ one, and the man addresses himself as Master. It’s not a huge leap to make to understand that this is some sort of seriously heavy BDSM hook-up site.”

“So you think I should say no?”

“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that you need to think about what you are expecting and what you are willing to offer in return because I assure you, you will be offering something.” She looked at the screen again and smiled. “But, I will say that while it’s a little scary, it’s also intriguing. Sort of like skipping all the bullshit and getting right to the heart of the matter.”

“What would you do?”

Giving her a hug, Sarah scooted off the bed. “I’d follow my heart.”

After her friend left the room, Jane sat for a long time considering Sarah’s words. When she found herself stroking the card, she had her answer. She’d spent her entire twenty-four years looking for something that she’d never managed to find. She’d had boyfriends in her youth and even a few relationships she’d thought might go somewhere. Yet, not a single person had ever had her body heating and her heart pounding as this man had with nothing more than a look and a few words shared. Jane knew Sarah was right; she would be expected to offer something. Every cell in her body seemed to be alive, filling her with the infinite possibilities she had only read about, but had yearned to explore. It might be a little unusual—okay, it definitely fell in the crazy department—but she’d never be able to live with herself if she didn’t take a chance. Besides, even in BDSM play, weren’t there supposed to be strict rules to follow and safewords to stop all action if she found she couldn’t handle whatever it was that her master desired?

Biting her lower lip, she imagined looking into those incredible eyes and asking, “What should I do, Master?” His answer was absolutely clear. With one little click of her mouse she made her choice. As the screen changed again, she could swear she heard him saying “that’s my good girl,” and she knew her life was about to change.





Chapter Four





Sawyer took another sip of his cognac, his eyes on the screen before him. The fact that Jane had accessed the website not long after she’d gotten off work had him very pleased. He had questioned his use of the agency but, with Edward’s, as well as other friends’ testimonies, he’d finally acquiesced. But that had been months ago. It was not until tonight that he’d found a woman he’d instantly considered as favored. It was a rather archaic word and yet, it seemed to fit not only how he’d felt, but it fit Jane Knight. She had an air of innocence that tugged at him, that had him wanting to teach her things she’d most likely never considered.

His brow furrowed as he checked his watch. While it had taken Jane a while to ascertain the access code and password, it seemed to be taking quite a bit longer for her to continue. His fingers itched to use the keyboard, but until he was granted permission, he had to wait and patience wasn’t exactly his forte. Not when it pertained to something he’d been waiting to happen for a long time.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be frightened. Click the button and let’s begin our journey.”

A few moments later, he smiled as the woman who had somehow instantly become important to him made her choice. Not wanting to make her wait, he set down his glass and began to type.



Jane, Thank you. I am pleased to see you’ve discovered that I think you are a very special young lady. As you continue on your journey, know that it will be my greatest pleasure to be with you every step of the way.

The following screens will contain a list of questions that only you and I will have access to. I imagine you will find the first no more invasive than ones you’d fill out to apply for a job. The next few will serve to provide some information about your past. The final pages will be far more personal. Know that these are not meant to embarrass or judge you. They are simply a means to allow me to formulate a plan for your exploration of what I sincerely hope will be exactly what you’ve wanted, what you’ve dreamed about and have yet to find. There are no right or wrong answers, and I have no preconceived expectations.

You’ll find that I abhor dishonesty, and, yes, I consider omission to be a lie. As I also believe in complete disclosure, let me be clear. This is not some matchmaking service. I am not interested in dating to see if we are compatible. I already know that we are and believe that you feel the same. Will some of the questions make you uncomfortable… yes. Will some make you blush… I have no doubt they will, and might I say that I find the fact that you blush so easily absolutely adorable.