Her back was pressed against the wall of the building and for a second she thought she couldn't breathe. That was the hardest thing she has ever done. She didn't want to break his heart, but she knew there wasn't anything. She felt like a bitch, worse. She felt like a horrible being because she couldn't continue to be what he wanted her to be. He was so beautiful. Why couldn't she do that? There was a moment when she was filled with regret. Did she do the right thing? Yes, of course, she did. She lifted her hand up to her face to wipe away the tears. She couldn't focus on that anymore, it was done with.
A week later...
She was lucky enough to have a friend who had a home that was bigger than she knew what to do with. It didn't take Savannah long to move her things into one of the bedrooms. She didn't have much, and the rest was placed in storage. It was just a temporary fix until she can figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She knew she couldn't stay there forever, but it was nice to be there for now.
I need to see you, Miss. I've missed you.
She could hear the buzzing of her phone in her pocket and she pulled it out and sat on the bed. There were a few messages left for her that she was neglecting. The numbers looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was from. It had been so long since anyone has called her that. Was it one of her old clients with a new phone? She crossed her legs over the other as she sat on the bed and texted the number back.
Soon all of the memories of who the other was on the other side of the phone started flooding back to her. It had been a long time since she had seen him, and he was just what she needed. He had a particular taste that matched her needs, and the way she was feeling she needed to take her frustrations out on someone, he'll do.
Meet me in the usual place. Do not be late.
She didn't check to see what his response was. It was always the same. He never disobeyed her. He was one of her loyal pets, and he was always up for anything she threw his way. She was in a mood, and he picked the best time to contact her. She glanced over at the boxes sorted around her room and figured she can put everything up later. She had to do something. She needed to lose this mood she was in, and he was perfect.
An hour later the man was on his knees in front of her. He was an older gentleman. He looked like he owned a company, you know one of those "powerful" men who had a dark secret that they enjoyed being put in their place. That's what she's there for. She was dressed in her usual attire tight black leather pants with a matching black corset. She had on her favorite thigh boots that were five inches high. She looked the part as she stood before him.
The sight of her made him swallow the lump in his throat. She stepped closer to him and placed her hand against his face to caress it. "It's been a while hasn't it?" She slid her hand from his ear to his chin to get a good hold of it. She jerked his head down to force him to get on all fours in front of her.
"You know what to do," she said in a stern voice, "My boots are dirty..."