He is quite wealthy, but that is not why Lisa loves him. He is elegant, but that is not it either. He is beautiful, but that does not matter. What matters? His love and care for her. His interest in every detail of her life. His intelligence. His firmness. His kindness.
He is the owner and CEO of a private rail car company, catering to the old money. They, therefore, travel by train. He has told her that he wishes her to accompany him on all of his trips - both business and pleasure. When they are at the office, Lisa Miller is a very professional, highly respected historian for Surrey Train Corp. When they are on the train, however, Lisa belongs to him. Totally.
His private car is decorated beautifully, in a lovely 1950's style but with all modern conveniences carefully concealed. He has overseen everything, carefully choosing the furniture, the art, the linens, and even my clothing. In keeping with the style, Lisa dresses in a vintage manner when entertaining his clients. Demure, sweet, and always modest.
However, in their private car, she will not dress at all unless specifically instructed to do so. Sometimes, he will wish her to wear heels, sometimes a corset, sometimes only pearls. Mostly, though, he prefers her to be nude. He will use her body as he will. She is his humble and loving servant, and he her loving and dominant master. Lisa, a self-assured woman with a Ph.D. in history, eagerly and willingly agreed to all of this, but now she must prove to him that she truly wants this lifestyle forever. After all, actions speak louder than words.
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Their relationship came about in an unusual manner. Or perhaps not. Perhaps it was destiny. Lisa was driving to work one day when her car broke down. This shouldn’t have been a surprise since she bought the thing already used eight years ago when she began working on her Graduate degree in History.
The old jalopy had well outlived its life expectancy, but she didn’t have the funds to replace it yet. She hated the idea of going into more debt, but she was beginning to think that would be the only answer. Only one more year and she’d have her student loans paid off. Maybe this old clunker could make it that long. Sadly, she knew next to nothing about cars, so she did the international “car distress” symbol of raising the hood.
She called the office to let her secretary know she’d be late getting in. She may drive an unreliable car, but Lisa refused to be unreliable herself. Next, she called a tow truck and was informed that it would be two hours before they could send someone out to help.
Wiping the sweat from her brow and hoping that her deodorant would hold out, her mouth dropped open when a beautiful silver Lexus pulled up and the most stunning man she’d ever seen walked out. He was wearing aviator glasses, so she couldn’t see his eyes, but he was at least 6 feet tall with short dark hair shot through with strands of silver. He was dressed in a dark suit, blue shirt, and blue and yellow tie. He looked familiar, but Lisa couldn’t place him.
“Can I help you ma’am?” he said as he held out his hand. “I’m Braden Surrey of Surrey Train Corporation.”
That was why he looked familiar. “We’ve actually met, sir. I’m Lisa Miller. You hired me five months ago as head historian for your company.”
He dropped his hand, raised his sunglasses, and grinned.
“Well, I’ll be damned. It is you! I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you right away. That was rather rude of me,” he stated, his voice now friendly rather than simply solicitous.
“No problem, sir. You couldn’t have been expecting to see me here. Besides, I probably didn’t look quite so frazzled the last time we met,” she joked awkwardly.
“Probably not. Still, no need to be frazzled. We’re obviously going to the same place. Why don’t you hop into my car and I’ll send a company tow out to take care of your car.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth to reply. “Don’t argue with your boss. If you’re worried about your car you won’t be giving your full attention to the job. Just good business policy.”
Lisa smiled nervously but agreed.
Over the next few weeks, Mr. Surrey found multiple opportunities to drop by Lisa’s office. Eventually, he asked her out on a date, assuring her that her job did not depend on her answer.
“To be honest, you’re the best historian this company has ever had. Your work is impeccable. I don’t want to jeopardize that. If going out with me makes you the least uncomfortable, tell me. I can take no for an answer,” he assured her.
“Let me think about it. I’ll let you know tomorrow?” she’d answered.
“Of course.”
Lisa, being an historian, knew how to do research. She discovered that Braden Surrey had been married before but his wife of twenty years had died in a horrible motorcycle accident. They had consciously decided never to have children. The company would, therefore, pass on to his niece when he retired or be sold.
There had never been a sexual harassment claim against the company in its 150-year history. Mr. Surrey and his wife had a monogamous and happy marriage with no known scandal. According to friends, he was devastated when she died of cancer and has not dated in the six years since. On the professional front, Mr. Surrey was known to be an honest and astute businessman, something Lisa had discovered before she applied for her current position. After careful consideration, she accepted Mr. Surrey’s proposal for a date.
One date led to another and then another. True to his word, though, their personal relationship had not affected her job in any way. Over time, Lisa discovered that Braden enjoyed jazz music, Art Deco designs, safe cars, and insisted on traveling by train whenever possible. He was also a foodie and loved 1940s and 50s movies. He was also, by nature, a dominant, something which both excited and intrigued Lisa.