Terms of Surrender

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INTERNET BONDS BOOK 9: TERMS OF SURRENDER by

Christy Poff

WHISKEY CREEK PRESS www.whiskeycreekpress.com

Published by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS Whiskey Creek Press PO Box 51052 Casper, WY 82605-1052 www.whiskeycreekpress.com

Copyright  2010 by Christy Poff Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. ISBN 978-1-60313-866-6

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Cover Artist: Kendra Egert Editor: Chere Gruver Printed in the United States of America

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INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 2: BLACK HEART

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid June 2005 Raven is cautious about who she’s with. Kyle is looking for dominance. Will he find love in her black heart and give Raven her life back?

INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 3: CHARLOTTE MASTERED Whiskey Creek Press Torrid August 2005 Charlotte looks for the right man to control her. Simon seeks the prefect woman to share his life with. When Charlotte’s mastered, what’s next?

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EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 2: SPARK OF A WOLF

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Rhiannon can help him but he pushes her away. Together, can they light the spark of the wolf?

EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 3: LOVE HURTS

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2005 Madison Allcott loses love only to find it again in a dark gentleman. Galen Beaumont has hunted for five centuries for a woman to love. Will they find out love hurts or will it be the beginning of their eternal lives?

ENTRANCED BY JASMYNE

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Whiskey Creek Press Torrid April 2006 Belle lost her man to another’s jealousy, remaining faithful to him until she meets perfection. Jaspar has everything a billionaire could want except the right woman to share it with. Will her past hurt their future or will he safeguard his Memphis Belle?

HELLFIRE

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Shania made captain on her own. Mac found perfection in a feisty firefighter. Will the Purists stop them or will they ignite hellfire?

INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 5: DOCTOR HEAL THYSELF

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid June 2006 What happens when a world-renowned sex therapist needs help in her own life? Sheridan Greenlaw must delve into another side of her personality in order to answer her questions. Will Ross Beckham help the doctor ‘heal thyself’?

THE SHADOW OF HER SMILE

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid August 2006 Laurell is desperate to save her birthright—Ravencroft. Cole, an international gambler, tries to help her while exacting his own revenge. Will the shadow of her smile be enough to keep them safe?

BLUE VELVET

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EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 4: RED FIRE

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WAR IN DARKNESS: ADDICTED TO CYN

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2006 (w/Scarlet Love in Torrid Teaser #17) An angel of mercy tries to heal wounded soldiers. A devil’s disciple must save her life.

Will his addiction to Cyn be enough for both of them?

SCARLET LOVE

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AT CROSS ENDS

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BLOW OUT

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Jennifer lives a sheltered life until she meets a man who ignites flames in Will the blow out from the past burn them or fuel their love?

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Whiskey Creek Press Torrid (print) April 2007 Rachel needs to redefine her life, finding Rafe the perfect man to help her. Melanie needs to redefine her love life though Dante has different long-lasting plans. Jasmyne finds life in a different world, Yasir at her side. Love in different worlds is still one thing—love.

INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 6: THIS JUST IN…

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid June 2007 When a television reporter does an expose on the BSDM scene, he angers many. He looks for answers to learn the truth but will he hold onto the one woman whose lifestyle makes him whole or will their enemies silence them before their life together gets started? This just in…

DARK ILLUSIONS

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid August 2007 A beautiful heiress with a wild side wants to enjoy life. Sephora meets the man of her dreams when Nigel Shelton walks into it from the shadows. Will their dark illusions give them what they need or will they be torn apart by greed?

BIRD IN A GILDED CAGE: THE MYTH OF MIRABELLA one. case?

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THE JOYS OF LOVE

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LOST LOVE

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A Philadelphia cop on the biggest case of his career. His wife fears the future. Can a lost love be revived or will it be lost once more?

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Savannah has lived alone for years, afraid of getting close to anyone. Cody comes to work for her but learns more than he intended. Will their labor of love prove she can find love?

YULE LOVES: NOELLE’S ELF/HIS CHRISTMAS CAROLE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2007

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Noelle wishes on a star for the perfect gift—a man. Dan tries his best to fulfill this for her. Will Noelle’s elf make her dreams come true?

HIS CHRISTMAS CAROLE

Kris faced an unhappy holiday thanks to his ex-wife. Carole experienced the romance of Hawaii by herself for the same reason. Will he enjoy his Christmas Carole or will his past get in their way?

DESIRES: DESIRES UNDER THE FALLS/DESIRE IN THE SNOW Whiskey Creek Press Torrid January 2008

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Layla leaves Los Angeles for a short vacation heading for the mountains. Mac shares his life with Cash but is looking for a good woman to spend it with. Will undue forces create Desire in the Snow for this hot couple?

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MASKED DESIRES a part of A TORRID CELEBRATION (WCP’s anniversary anthology)

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EYES OF DARKNESS MEGABOOK

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Will someone from his father’s past come between them or will Chandra’s night wish come true?

CHRISTY POFF’S RECOMMENDED READS

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DESIRE 3:DESIRE IN FLAMES & DESIRE IN GREEN Whiskey Creek Press Torrid July 2010

DESIRE IN FLAMES

Mike Ritchie always knew what she wanted until Wes Barrett walked onto the fireground and ignited flaming desire in her. Wes had all but given up on finding the one he could spend his life with in every way. Will passion come from desire in flames?

DESIRE IN GREEN

Liam St. Patrick has desired one woman in every way but she works as his father’s personal assistant—interoffice relationships are out of the question until a romantic leprechaun gets involved. Natasha Lindsey has the same feelings but figures Liam is out of her league. Will desire in green bring them together despite office policy?

Dedication My thanks to Chere and Jan—without them, this series would not be enjoying the success it has.

Prologue Domjustice: I want to meet you. Fallenangel: I’m not sure. Domjustice: I think it’s time. Fallenangel: Domjustice: Are you still there? Fallenangel: I am—sorry, this is unexpected. Domjustice: We’ve been chatting for a while—I’d like to meet you. Fallon Mitchell sat back and thought about his proposal—his desire to be exact. Even though they’d been chatting in a private room for months before instant messaging privately, she still had second thoughts but then again, she considered the times and thought caution to be prudent. She wouldn’t deny the fact she wanted to meet him but the possibility frightened her. What if he’s… These same thoughts traveled back and forth each time the subject came up though this time had been the first where he’d out-and-out suggested it. Over the time they’d been Internet friends, he’d been able to do things to her with just a written word. Now, he wanted to take their relationship one step further and she couldn’t be sure. Fallon had found Internet sex to be quite liberating. He would tell her to do things then she would tell him her reactions. A few weeks after they’d started this, he told her to get a webcam so he could see her reactions firsthand and she wouldn’t have to worry 1

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender about describing it and losing the moment. That in itself had been a new experience because she’d never been one to be an exhibitionist. Alone in her own home and wearing a fancy party mask, she could enjoy the benefits of a relationship while not worried about being ashamed of herself or displeasing him in any way. Yes, sometimes she’d lied to him when writing what she figured he’d want to hear but most of the time and especially with the webcam, she told the truth. Now with the prospect of meeting him becoming more of a reality, fear overtook her. Domjustice: Are you all right? Fallenangel: Apprehensive. Domjustice: Surely you can’t be worried about me. Fallenangel: I am. I dread disappointing you. Domjustice: Highly doubtful. She felt better when he averred his feelings, the sureness of his words affecting her even though she read them on a flat impersonal screen. It still startled her that she could feel something between them if she touched the screen—the first time it’d happened, she nearly signed off and ended everything there. Now… Shit, what do I do? **** Noah Sheffield waited for Fallenangel’s response to his request. As a Dominant, he had come to expect immediate obedience but something about her forced him to be patient—something unexpected for this side of her personality. Professionally, he sat on the Federal bench in St. Louis, Missouri. Having graduated with a law degree from Oxford, he went on to prosecute as a Crown Advocate for Her Majesty’s courts in London. After a very high profile case, he decided to take some time off, head across the pond and further his education. While at Harvard on a student’s visa, he decided to stay, applied for citizenship and took his bar exams. Even though he held dual citizenship 2

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender in England and the United States, he spent the majority of his time in the States. Personally, he enjoyed women as long as they shared his interests. At Oxford, Noah had discovered a natural tendency toward domination after he’d been inducted into one of the secret societies on campus—the kind no one ever talked about or admitted to being a member of. His skills nurtured thanks to this, he found several places in London and one or two other cities where he could dominate to his heart’s content with the luxury of having it all kept quiet. Until one day… Once at Harvard, one of the other law students sought him out and invited him to a meeting of one of the American branches of the same secret society. One of the benefits of membership had been being accepted by others on campus and shown the ropes, so to speak. Feeling right at home, Noah began to truly explore this side of his life when he could which proved to be more often thanks to being a student with exceptional grades. He helped several guys with their studies while they introduced him to the right people. After graduation, he remained near the campus practicing law in Cambridge with one of the larger firms. Two years after going into criminal law, he received an offer from the City of St. Louis, Missouri in the district attorney’s office. Having always been a prosecutor, he accepted the offer and moved to the Midwest with several letters of introduction to the right people—both in law and in the life. Domjustice: Are you willing to meet with me? Fallenangel: Yes, but I’m a little hesitant. Domjustice: I swear that the first time we meet will be solely an introduction type meeting to see if this will actually work for us. Fallenangel: And if it doesn’t? Domjustice: Then we can part friends and go on. 3

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender What the hell am I saying? I want this woman. Noah Sheffield—Federal justice and attorney for several elite clients save when their cases brought about a conflict of interest then he either turned them over to one of the other two partners in his firm or he felt the need to recuse himself from the bench— wanted this woman more than he ever imagined wanting anyone. But she held him at arm’s length signaling previous hurt in her life. How can I help? Domjustice: Would it help if we met somewhere where I can sit in the shadows until you feel more comfortable? Fallenangel: I don’t know. Domjustice: What’s troubling you? Fallenangel: I work at a prestigious law firm and one of the senior partners sits on the Federal bench. I would hate to embarrass him because someone saw me… Noah’s heart slammed into his chest. Since I’m the only one practicing and hearing cases at that level, she must be talking about me. Domjustice: What is your position? Fallenangel: Legal secretary to one of the juniors. Domjustice: I can make sure nothing happens. Fallenangel: How? I work for a powerful group of lawyers. Domjustice: I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about anything. Just meet me at… Noah gave her the address to an exclusive club by the famed Arch near the riverfront. That he knew of, no one from the firm or anyone he might be close to would be there because they didn’t frequent the place. While he usually did not go there, he did on occasion when the opportunity arose and usually had a good experience. Domjustice: Trust me. Fallenangel: I’ll see you there. 4

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Domjustice: I will leave instructions at the front desk for where I will meet you inside. Fallenangel: All right. Noah signed off breathing a sigh of relief while wondering who at the office he might be wooing. Judging by her name, it might be one of the secretaries working for an up-and-coming junior who could be receiving an offer of partnership within the year. Opening an office directory, he found her name—Fallon Mitchell—and it hit him that he’d had his eye on her for quite some time. Perky and blonde, she wore clothes well, did a good day’s work without complaints but didn’t try to be overbearing—the classic stereotypical office worker in a tailored suit with her hair up and wearing glasses. Wait till I get you out of them and put you in leather and stilettos. Switching to another file—a master profile listing all employees with pictures and information—he found what he searched for and printed out the file. Well, I’ll be damned. “This will definitely be interesting.” **** Fallon signed off her computer and began to pace wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Sure her mysterious Internet lover had made promises but could he keep them? Noah Sheffield of Sheffield, Ross & Norton sat on the Federal bench while having several extremely exclusive clients plus he served on the boards of many charities in the city. A man who would never look twice at her, she still worried what he might think if he knew one of his employees indulged in… She couldn’t finish the thought because what she did in her private life should remain private but what did she worry about first? She worried about her boss and the reputation of the firm. Where the hell are my priorities? Still naked from their amazing session together, she went upstairs to take a shower then plan out what she would wear for work 5

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender and her after hours meeting with her Internet lover. She thought about what he told her to do and how she felt afterwards, glad he told her to buy the webcam. He’d made it easy for her because while he saw everything she did for him, she still had no clue as to his identity because she’d never seen him. Her thoughts went back to the ruggedly handsome Sheffield with his extraordinarily bright blue eyes and gorgeous voice. His British accent did her in and while she’d never heard her lover’s voice thanks to instant messaging, she couldn’t even begin to picture Sheffield with an Internet love when she knew he could have any woman he wanted. Sighing, she enjoyed the heat of the shower then, after drying off, she slipped her naked body between her satin sheets and fell asleep imagining the next evening. As much as she tried to picture what he might look like, her fantasies kept returning to one man— Noah Sheffield.

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Chapter 1 Fallon dressed in a tailored black suit with a pink silk blouse and heels. Putting her blonde hair up in a bun, she checked her look in the mirror then grabbed her coat and handbag along with the garment bag containing a little black dress and another pair of shoes—sandals with higher heels than she wore for work. As she passed by her desk, she grabbed her glasses and keys then went to the front door. Leaving her apartment, she went to where she’d parked her 2009 black Honda Accord. Carefully laying the garment bag across the backseat, she then slid behind the wheel and drove to work. Once there and parked, Fallon put on her glasses and walked to the office though her mind had skipped the day and headed straight for the evening. God, I hope I make it… By midafternoon, the prospective meeting had started to get the better of her. She couldn’t keep her mind on her work to the point her boss noticed. “Fallon, are you all right?” “I’m not sure,” she answered truthfully, knowing that in his line of work, he had a good handle on when people lied to him plus it had always been one of the reasons they worked well together. I’m not starting now… “Cold, maybe?” “More like nerves. I’m supposed to meet someone tonight—a blind date, so to speak.”

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Can you possibly postpone it? Mister Sheffield wants one of the legal secretaries to work with him on a case and he’s requested you.” “When?” “In an hour after he’s done with his meeting.” “I’ll see what I can do,” she sighed. “Good. If he’s impressed with you, I won’t have a problem requesting you to stay with me when I move up.” “That would be nice,” she agreed. “I’m really sorry about your plans. I will make it up to you.” “No, I’m sure he’ll understand that my job comes first.” “I appreciate this, honestly, plus I’m happy for you. You’ve got a really good head on your shoulders and your analytical skills are amazing.” “Thanks, Gray,” she said though disappointment overwhelmed her. She didn’t know which felt worse—nervous apprehension or disappointment though she decided she had no answer, both relatively equal. Opening up the email on her phone, she tried to contact her mysterious date to give him the bad news. Fallenangel: Need to postpone tonight. Sorry, have to work. She waited a few minutes before his replay came back. Domjustice: My sorrow as well. I’ll be in touch later. When she saw his answer, she didn’t know how to take it. It had been his insistence that convinced her to meet him but now when she couldn’t, he seemed like Oh, well… Sitting back, she wondered if she’d made the right decision getting involved with a stranger online—even though this stranger had a way of bending her to his will. She wondered if he might be a Dominant considering where he wanted to meet her but then again, she knew normal people went to Club Surrender as well. Stop jumping to conclusions— you should know better. 8

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender The afternoon wore on, Sheffield’s meeting taking longer than expected. His secretary called her, Fallon wondering why she had not been given the job instead. “Mister Sheffield would like you to come up to his office. He’s laid out the case on the board table so you can give him some first opinions on it.” “Thank you, Mrs. Chase.” “Please, call me Barb. I hate formalities.” “Thank you for that, too. I’ll be up in a few moments.” “Take your time. He’s not back yet so go ahead and finish up what you’re working on.” “I will do that, then.” Hanging up, she looked at what she had left—a few files on a closed case needed to be put away. She did that then put everything away before leaving. Checking her cell phone, she found no new messages, disappointed her mystery man had not sent anything. Damn it! Needing to put her personal life aside, she grabbed her things and shut off the light before taking the elevator up to what some in the office called The Ivory Tower where Sheffield, Jonathan Ross, and Jerry Norton had their offices. On the ride upstairs, she put things into perspective in case she met up with the other two partners. A tall man, Jonathan Ross had a wife, three daughters and the gift of gab which had been advantageous in court. While he came from London, he had known the other partners for a long while. She’d found out by accident that he loved comic books and he turned out to be one of the few people she could discuss Doctor Who with. On the other hand, Irish partner Jerry Norton also had the gift of gab though his flamboyant personality made him a favorite with most of the staff. Openly gay, he never spoke about a partner preferring to keep his private life just that—private. 9

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Over the course of her employment at the firm, she’d heard different stories about Noah Sheffield but refused to believe them since most of them had been started by two of the secretaries who’d done their damnedest to get him to notice them and when he didn’t, they retaliated in their own childish ways. Norton had been the one to fire them with the promise of legal action if he ever heard anything said out on the street. So far nothing had happened so she figured they took Norton at his word. The bell signaled her arrival at the top floor so she took a deep breath and exited once the doors opened. She entered the office finding no one there but a note had been taped to the door. Had to leave but he’s on his way. He set everything out so take a look while you wait and be prepared. Best, Barb Putting the note down, she opened the door and walked into a dark boardroom. Feeling around for a light switch, she found one and flicked it to the side. Not one light came on though the floorto-ceiling length draperies began moving to the sides giving her a breathtaking view of St. Louis after dark. Gazing at it, she’d never seen a more beautiful sight in her life. Dropping her coat and handbag in a nearby chair, she stood back to take in the entire skyline. Domjustice: If I had known this would have gotten you here this easily, I would’ve asked you to meet me here in the first place. Looking at her phone, she started. Fallenangel: Excuse me? Domjustice: I’m sorry, Noah Sheffield or as you already know me… Fallon spun around to meet the most gorgeous set of brilliant blue eyes that literally pierced the darkness of the dimly lit room. Frozen where she stood, she couldn’t help but become mesmerized by their intensity. “Fallon?” 10

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Forgive me but I find myself lost in your amazing eyes.” “It’s a start,” he said. “But before we go any further, are you…” “Fallenangel? Yes, I am and I never put it together.” “Good. I’d hate to be wasting our time plus the embarrassment…” Slowly, she nodded still shell-shocked that her mystery Internet lover turned out to be one of the senior partners at the law firm. “Answer a question for me,” she said. “Have you known my identity all along?” “No, I got my first inkling last night when you told me where you work. I did some sleuthing, if you will, and hoped for the best.” “And?” “I’m very impressed. You are way more beautiful than I imagined. You have no idea how I hated the mask but at the time, it proved to be the best solution.” “But it allowed me the freedom to pleasure myself on camera.” “From now on, you will not wear a mask except in certain instances.” “What do you mean?” “If things work out tonight, it will change our relationship.” “Explain what you mean,” she said. “I want to be sure we’re on the same page.” “It’s simple,” he explained. “I am a Dominant and, from what I can tell, you are either a natural submissive or you want to be.” “I’ve wondered but…” “Remove your clothes including your shoes. There is absolutely no one here to disturb us, the reason why I rescheduled our meeting.” 11

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Unable to refuse Noah Sheffield anything, Fallon removed her suit and silk blouse then her lingerie before kicking her shoes off. With a glorious backdrop, she stood in front of him naked. Noah walked around her as if surveying a potential purchase at a livestock show. Stopping in front of her, he slipped her glasses carefully away from her face before reaching back to release her hair restrained in a tight bun on her head. “Can you see without them?” “Yes.” “Good,” he said as he freed her hair but his wrist brushed her face, Fallon gasping. “Amazing,” he complimented her as she instinctively pressed against his hand. Taking her hand, he led her over to the board table lifting her up so she could slide back on it a little before laying back. Walking to the opposite side of the table to a couch, he picked up several pillows placing the first one under her hips. “Place your hands on the edge of the table above you. You will not react unless I allow it. Do you understand?” “Yes, I do.” “Very good,” he complimented again as Fallon felt heat course through her just from what he said—just like online. Am I truly what he says—a natural slave wanting his domination? “You are a beautiful woman who deserves to be loved and spoiled but, in order for me to be able to satisfy you, you must agree to what I call terms of surrender.” The more he spoke, the hotter she became. “When we are alone like this, I will be your dominance meaning I will tell you what to do because in a relationship such as this, the Dominant always knows what is best for his submissive. Can you accept this term?” “Yes,” she whispered, her body begging for his touch. 12

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “We will discuss what we will do and if you do not feel comfortable, it will not be done though I will guarantee that I don’t believe in sadomasochism or masochistic acts. I want you happy and not afraid. Do you accept this term?” “Yes.” “I dabble in bondage, flogging or spanking, Shibari and a few other disciplines that will arouse your body more than you could ever imagine. Do you accept this term?” “Yes.” “If you misbehave, punishment will be involved. Do you accept this term?” “Yes.” “I will never knowingly embarrass you in public just as I will not separate you from your personality outside of our private world. It is when we are alone that I will take total control of your life. Do you accept this term of surrender?” “Yes,” she gasped. “Please accept me into your world.” “Do you trust me without question?” “Yes!” “Excellent,” Sheffield said as he brushed the hair out of her face. His touch nearly undid her but she refused to force him into punishing her—at least not this early. “Close your eyes.” Fallon did, the anticipation of what he might do next keeping her extremely aroused. The feel of his hands flat against her breasts sent heat racing through her as her breath caught. “My slave will learn control as I nurture your stamina.” “Yes, anything.” “You may call me one of three things—Master, Noah or Master Noah. You may choose which one you prefer.” “Yes, Noah,” she said. 13

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Very good. Now, I’d like you to stand up and walk over to the window. Place your hot body against the glass and look out over the city while I get ready for your next experience.” “Yes, Noah,” she said. With his help, she moved off of and then away from the table. Pressing her overheated body against the cold pane of glass sent shocks through her but the fact her nudity against the window could be seen from other places stirred something inside her— something she needed to explore. She sensed Noah’s presence behind her then the feel of his hands pulling hers behind her back. The feel of his cock lying in her hands caused her nipples to peak although the chill of the glass kept them in checque. “Do not move until I tell you to,” he whispered in her left ear. Seconds later, he wrapped her fingers around his cock then began thrusting back and forth. Instinctively, her hand closed around him, this small movement causing him to groan. Obviously, I have not misbehaved by acting on my own but then again… The closer he headed to the edge, the tighter her hand on his shaft became. His hands pushed her closer to the window, Noah groaning when he came. When he pulled back, she felt lost. “Very good, Fallon.” “Thank you, Noah.” While he wiped her hands off, he watched her in the glass. “I ask one last time—will you come willingly into my world without reservations and accept my terms of surrender?” “I accept your terms for my surrender, Noah.” Noah turned her around to face him, her back pressed against the glass this time. He lifted her chin, his tongue brushing over her lips. His mouth finally covered hers and Fallon melted as he kissed her. Yes, I will do anything for you… Noah led her back to the board table where he gently bent her over it. After telling her to grab the other side of the table, Noah 14

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Sheffield thrust his cock deep into her body with one movement, her pussy clenching tightly around him. While he thrust in then out of her, he pressed her shoulders down needing to hold her in place. “Yes, my beautiful Fallon, you will be the perfect submissive.” Unable to hold back, she cried out when he fucked her, the heat of his release filling her completely undoing her as every sane thought left her. “I should punish you and one day, I might but you’re still new and I understand that.” “Thank you, No-ah…” **** Never realizing the fact that the one he’d been in contact with for several months had literally been right under his nose the entire time, Noah decided to see exactly what drove Miss Fallon Mitchell. When he would walk through the offices, he saw a meticulous professional—one he felt glad had been hired by his firm. After getting a hint as to the identity of his mysterious online date, he did some quick investigating then had Tony Sharpe do a more in-depth one. “Do you realize what time it is?” Tony asked. “Yes, and it’s important.” “What are you into, mate?” “That’s what I need you to find out.” “When do you need it?” “By noon,” Noah said. “You got it.” Noah sat back staring at the photo of Fallon Mitchell that stared back at him from his computer. In it, he saw two entirely different people in one gorgeous sexy body—the meticulous one in the office and the masked spitfire online who turned his body into molten heat just by looking at her while she did whatever he asked of her. How the hell did I not find her before? 15

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender His cock impatient for the real thing instead of another cold shower, Noah hoped and prayed he’d finally found the right submissive to fulfill his desires. Ever since he’d left London, he’d been successful in everything he did but he wanted the one thing most difficult to find. Noah Sheffield had left his family and home to come to the United States for a reason he rarely spoke about. Yes, Ross, Norton and Sharpe knew why and they still remained close to him despite what could happen to them. I really hate when the past grips the present and future in an iron-tight hold. Looking again at the gorgeous blonde staring back at him from the screen, he began to make plans to bring her into his lifestyle. I refuse to let you get away. Picking up the phone, he called Gray Robb, one of his junior associates. “Hello?” “Gray, it’s Noah Sheffield.” “Yes, sir, what can I do for you?” the man asked quickly and eagerly, Noah knowing he’d chosen the perfect foil for his little plan. “I’ve a special request for you. I’m working on a case that I need fresh opinions on. I’d like to have Miss Mitchell work with me on this. If you could pass my request along to her, I’ll have my secretary follow up.” “Yes, sir, I will,” Robb said. “If there’s anything I can do…” “No, Miss Mitchell will be fine. Oh, and expect this might be an extended job depending on how the case progresses.” “Yes, sir, my staff will be able to compensate, I’m sure.” “Excellent,” Sheffield said before ending the call. Of course, they will—you’ll do anything to become partner. He’d heard stories about Robb—some impressive, others that worried him. While appearing to be a good lawyer, Robb had been on the hot seat several times with a few of the judges and while Noah didn’t mind an 16

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender aggressive advocate, the firm didn’t need a man who had been cited for contempt as much as Robb had. Though Norton tried working with him, Sheffield ultimately had the last word and right now, Gray Robb walked a tightrope in his mind. Turning in, Noah had a restless night as visions of Fallon Mitchell kept his mind active and his body aroused. You’d better be the one. **** In the morning, Tony called Noah early. “Your file is on your desk under the newspaper. Good luck, mate.” “Thanks,” Noah said relieved. If Fallon turned out to be Fallenangel, she had Tony’s approval—a good sign. Tony and Noah met in high school and remained friends. While Noah prosecuted for the Queen’s Courts, Tony Sharpe did the legwork to make sure the magistrates had solid cases to pursue then present to the bar. Because of him, their success rate had been unequaled. When Noah left London, Tony followed as soon as his friend settled in one place—Noah grateful. Dressing in a black Armani suit, Noah chose a burgundy silk shirt with contrasting tie—his choices having reasons. As he pulled up his trousers over his black silk boxers, he grinned. By the end of the night… Grabbing his billfold and slipping it into his inside jacket pocket, he picked up his briefcase and headed to the door. Stopping, he remembered he’d left his watch on his dresser then decided against wearing it. The last thing he needed to be concerned about had to be time. Besides, I have my phone… Leaving his riverfront home outside of Florissant on the Missouri River, he greeted his driver who closed the door to his black Mercedes limo once he settled in. He’d bought the house after moving to St. Louis because it reminded him of his parents’ home in England. Along with the huge main house and several nearby 17

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender outbuildings like the carriage house, he also loved the old grist mill at the base of the property on a small waterway branching off the main river. While he loved the city, he found peace in Florissant. On the drive in, he went over the file he would leave for Fallon Mitchell if she proved to be Fallenangel. In it, he had photos of some things he would like her to consider as well as information for her so she could make some educated decisions about what he would propose to her. A second file would replace it if she proved to be someone else. Hoping to have all his bases covered, he sat back and actually looked out the window at the world passing by. Once Davis pulled in front of the firm’s offices, Sheffield got out of the car but not before he told his driver to take the day off, even though he knew Davis would have his cell phone with him no matter what. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” “Yes, Mister Sheffield, thank you.” Noah went inside the office building and took a quick glance over the first floor of the firm—something he did at least once a day. He’d always felt at least one of the three of them should have an idea of what went on with their employees. He noticed a small group getting their morning coffee and one of the recently hired receptionists delivering messages from the answering service. A beautiful woman, he figured she went home to a boyfriend or husband each night—a guess on his part considering he tried not to get too personally involved with his employees. Fallon Mitchell may be the exception to the rule. Off to the side, one of the secretaries caught his eye—a perfectly dressed, professional-looking woman who epitomized the female lawyers in New York, Boston and London. Then he realized he watched Fallon Mitchell and took his cue from his physical reaction to go up to his offices in The Ivory Tower. When he’d first heard it mentioned, it bothered him until it hit him that the name fit. The three partners should be on a floor above the rest of the firm as 18

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender they’d paid their dues. The floors between became the physical idea of the ladder one climbed when moving up. He entered the elevator and went upstairs to his office where Barbara Chase, his personal assistant and executive legal secretary, waited with his hot tea and the morning update. “Good morning, Noah.” “Good morning and thanks,” he said as he took the mug and a sip of what could only be considered perfectly steeped Earl Gray tea. “You had a restless evening, I see.” “Yes, Mother, I did,” he said affectionately. “What’s on for today?” “Tony left a file and the morning paper on your desk. You have a meeting at the courthouse with Judge Abrams at noon and…” “Call him back and see if we can meet for lunch at the usual place.” “All right,” she said, noting the request. “The case file you requested is right here,” she said, placing her hand on it. “If you need help…” “There is a secretary working for Gray Robb. I called him last night requesting that he send her up to help out.” “What are you up to?” she asked devilishly. “Let’s say it’s twofold—one, I’d like to get to know her better and if it doesn’t work out, I want her input—fresh blood, so to speak.” “And what about your steadfast rule?” “Until last night, I had no idea she worked here.” “I see,” she said. “Barb, it could be something and then again, maybe not but I can’t very well dump the last several months without first finding out. It wouldn’t be fair to her.” “True. I just hope you know what you’re doing.” 19

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I will need your help this afternoon while I’m meeting Abrams.” “I’ll take care of it then I’ll leave early so the place is yours.” “You’re a gem.” “Your diamond in the rough, I think.” “And I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” “Good, ’cause I’m not that easy to get rid of.” She left the office to return to her desk, Noah watching her. In her late eighties, she could run rings around most of the younger staff members including him. When the subject of retirement came up years before, they’d struck a deal that she’d remain with him until the time came that she wanted to retire. So far, that day hadn’t come and he selfishly hoped it wouldn’t though he had to be realistic—eventually. Taking out the file he’d bought in with him, he took a Post-It then wrote the number one on it before placing it on the folder while he put a second one with a two on the case file Barbara had put on his desk. He would tell Barb later which one to place on the board table and where to put the other knowing she wouldn’t look in it and grateful he could trust her. That done, Noah made some phone calls then read a case file he had to assign to one of the junior partners. When he’d decided which attorney to assign it to, he called Barb so she could take care of the rest. Straight to the point, he didn’t have to add anything to his usual instructions. “Judge Abrams will meet you at the usual place at noon,” she advised as he handed her the file. “Usual instructions?” “Yes, and thanks for the change with Abrams. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long meeting.” “Anytime, just keep me in the loop so I can let Miss Mitchell know.” “I will and thanks again.” 20

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender After she left, he picked up the file Tony had put together on Fallon Mitchell. The moment he touched the photo to move it out of the way of some information, he felt something strange—never before had a single photo had such an effect on him which spoke volumes. She’s the one… Once he’d read the file, he took it into his personal quarters located to the rear of the boardroom. When The Ivory Tower had been designed, the three partners added personal areas for the times when they felt the need to stay in the city—usually during especially trying cases. In his, Noah had a wall safe installed for those items he didn’t want in his office safe. Being the only one to have the combination also proved advantageous. Checking the time on his phone, he grabbed his keys and sunglasses then left the office for his lunch meeting with his old friend, Judge David Abrams. At least, this’ll keep my mind off her… **** “Noah, good to see you,” David Abrams said when he joined Noah at their usual table. “When Barb called Alice with the suggestion…” “I figured as much,” Noah said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Their waitress served the drinks Noah had ordered and told them she’d be back. They sat back and enjoyed the time away from their respective offices. Once they’d ordered, the atmosphere relaxed. During lunch, they discussed various happenings at the courthouse, one or two cases and how they would have decided them and the upcoming docket. “If Robb’s handling the case, I’ll recuse—no problem.” “I didn’t think so,” Abrams said. “I suggest you watch him.” “What’s he done now?” “Seems he’s been a little too vocal over objections and rulings. I’ve heard the judge involved wants sanctions.” 21

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “We’ve been trying to talk to him but it seems like I’ll have to take this on myself.” “What do you intend to do?” “Let him go. We can’t have a troublemaker working at the firm. I don’t want that kind of publicity.” “Good idea. I know there are several litigation firms who look for his kind.” Noah snickered. “He expects to be made a junior partner. I’d been considering it until his attitude changed.” “Be careful,” Abrams warned. “You don’t need disgruntled.” “True.” “How much of the firm’s business and clientele does he have access to?” “Junior associates deal only with what they’re assigned.” “If he’s so convinced he’s getting promoted, he might be putting his own client list together. We’ve all done it. Make sure he leaves with nothing until it’s gone through.” “What do you suspect?” “One of the other firms recently let an associate go. He took their entire client list with him and damned near ruined the practice before they got an injunction stopping him. If you can get him before you let him go…” “Devious, my friend.” “Just covering your ass for you.” “Much appreciated.” “I have one other thing to tell you.” “What’s that?” By the time Abrams finished, Noah’s day had nearly been ruined but he’d have to contact London to find out the details. Shit, not now! **** 22

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Lunch took longer than expected. During it, he’d contacted Tony to see what he could find out about Gray Robb. “Internal investigation?” “Extremely. See if you can get any personal files containing client lists from the firm or anything he might be able to use against us.” “This is serious,” Tony observed. “That and I want to be safe.” “Gotcha,” Tony said. “I’ll be in touch.” “Thanks.” Next he called Barb and told her what he needed her to do plus reminded her to call Fallon Mitchell. He’d just ended the call when he received an online message. Fallenangel: Need to postpone tonight. Sorry, have to work. A few moments later, he replied. Domjustice: My sorrow as well. I’ll be in touch later. Because of who he ate lunch with and the very public place, he figured his answer should be businesslike plus if anyone hovered over her, they wouldn’t be able to tell who texted her back. Noah Sheffield believed in privacy as well as protection on all levels. He truly hoped she would understand his explanation. I have to be careful—for both of us.

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Chapter 2 When Noah Sheffield finally returned to the office, most of the employees had left for the day. Only a few finishing up their work remained and a quick glance over to where he thought Fallon’s desk might be—unless Robb’s office had been upstairs for some reason, which he doubted—showed him she’d left as well. Entering the elevator, he impatiently waited for it to ascend to the upper floor. Ruing the time wasted when he could’ve easily taken the stairs, he almost bolted off the elevator when the doors opened. From the light coming from the boardroom, he figured Fallon had found the drapery switch instead of the light switch—a huge plus. Walking over to Barb’s desk, he dropped his keys and glasses on it then watched Fallon for a few moments. He could tell she’d been overtaken by the view of the city and the riverfront and it pleased him that she appreciated it. Walking into the room, he pulled out his phone and sent an email. Domjustice: If I had known this would have gotten you here this easily, I would’ve asked you to meet me here in the first place. Looking at her phone, he saw her as she started. Fallenangel: Excuse me? Domjustice: I’m sorry, Noah Sheffield or as you already know me… Fallon spun around to see him standing in the doorway, then froze where she stood. 24

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah walked over to her, falling hard for her gorgeous body even though the tailored suit she wore stroked his imagination as he tried to figure her out. “Fallon?” “Forgive me but I find myself lost in your amazing eyes.” “It’s a start,” he said. “But before we go any further, are you…” “Fallenangel? Yes, I am and I never put it together.” “Good. I’d hate to be wasting our time plus the embarrassment…” Slowly, she nodded obviously still shell-shocked that her mystery Internet lover turned out to be one of the senior partners at her law firm. “Answer a question for me,” she said. “Have you known my identity all along?” “No, I got my first inkling last night when you told me where you work. I did some sleuthing, if you will, and hoped for the best.” Fallon visibly relaxed upon hearing this. They talked more, getting to know each other a little bit then came the moment of truth. “Remove your clothes including your shoes. There is no one else here so you will have no worries about being discovered.” Inwardly, he smiled when she obeyed him without question. Everything they did over the next hour or two, she did the same way and, it seemed, eagerly. Without an argument of any kind, she pressed her gorgeous nudity against the chilled glass of the window, laid on the board table in several positions and never once complained. “When we are alone like this, I will be your dominance meaning I will tell you what to do because in a relationship such as this, the Dominant always knows what is best for his submissive. Can you accept this term?” 25

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Yes,” she whispered, her body obviously aching for his touch. “We will discuss what we will do and if you do not feel comfortable, it will not be done though I will guarantee that I don’t believe in sadomasochism or masochistic acts. I want you happy and not afraid. Do you accept this term?” “Yes.” “I dabble in bondage, flogging or spanking, Shibari and a few other disciplines that will arouse your body more than you could ever imagine. Do you accept this term?” “Yes.” “If you misbehave, punishment will be involved. Do you accept this term?” “Yes.” “I will never knowingly embarrass you in public just as I will not separate you from your personality outside of our private world. It is when we are alone that I will take total control of your life. Do you accept this term of surrender?” “Yes,” she gasped. “Please accept me into your world.” “Do you trust me without question?” “Yes!” “Excellent,” Sheffield said as he brushed the hair out of her face. Pulling her to him, he gazed into her beautiful green eyes and smiled. He’d finally found his other half that had been missing for so many years. With his lips covering hers, his tongue explored her mouth memorizing every nuance of it. Their kiss became brutally passionate with her body spooning against his. In all honesty, Noah couldn’t believe his good fortune. He’d expected a little bit of apprehension but instead she embraced the situation completely and with no obvious problems. Where have you been all my life?

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah pulled her back a little so he could look at her in the light from the city, her beautiful curves highlighted by it. Unable to stop himself, he began to tease her, her body instantly reacting. “How would you like to do it now?” “I’m yours to command, Noah,” she said as she stood back in a simplistic presentation pose—feet apart, hands behind her back and her eyes looking at the floor. “You are utterly amazing,” he complimented. “I believe I want you over the board table again only this time, I want you watching our reflection in the window.” Quietly, Fallon walked over to the table, bent over it and faced the window. Noah set her at an angle so he could get a full view of her as he took her. Sure enough, as he thrust into her, her breasts bounced in time, the picture in front of him spurring him on. Swelling inside her, he fucked her hard and without mercy, the heat between them driving him. He saw Fallon in the window, her gorgeous body taking him as if they’d been designed for each other. The sight of her tits’ movements as well as her face as the climax washed over her sent more heat racing through him until he cried out when he filled her. With her hands clenched on the table, Fallon held her cries until he allowed her to react, the feel of her essence drenching his balls exhilarating. “Fallon Mitchell, you are a magnificent slave and I can’t wait to train you more.” “Thank you, Noah,” she gasped as he thrust his cock deeper into her and remained still, his body tight against hers. Unable to support herself any longer, she eased herself to the table then apologized. “No need, Fallon,” Noah soothed her. “You’re perfect.” **** Near midnight, they finally left the offices of Sheffield, Ross & Norton to find a restaurant open for an extremely late dinner. Find27

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender ing an all-night café, they went inside and ordered hamburgers and fries. “Amazing,” she said. “What?” “You, the senior partner in a prestigious St. Louis law firm eating…” “You should see me eat fish and chips in a London pub.” “I’d like to.” “Then I’ll make sure to take you there.” “I’d like that, too.” “Now, it’s your turn—tell me something that’s not general knowledge.” “Well, my father’s British, Mum’s American and I have dual citizenship.” “Interesting.” “Tell me some more about what I’ve surrendered to.” “Second thoughts?” “No, curiosity.” Noah told her, watching her reaction each time a new subject came up. “Any concerns or anything you don’t want to do?” “No, I can’t wait to let you do whatever you desire.” “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “I’ve dabbled in the past and enjoyed it but never found anyone I could unconditionally trust like I do you.” “I take it this is why you acted so comfortable with the webcam.” “In a way,” she answered. “Explain,” he said, ever the lawyer. “Wearing the mask gave me a hint of anonymity and the freedom to do what you wanted without being embarrassed plus being in my own home added to the sensations—private between you and me.” 28

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I see,” he said, while sipping his coffee. “I guarantee you absolute privacy, save the clubs we may go to or when I have you plastered against a window overlooking the city.” “I can’t believe I did that. I mean the other buildings…” “I chose that side of the building for a reason—the view’s magnificent and, if I ever found someone to share it with, it would take high-powered telescopes or binoculars to see us. I doubt either one my partners would have the same thoughts.” “What do you mean?” “Despite being outgoing, Jonathan’s a family man and very happy about it while Jerry and his partner have yet to admit to their relationship over here. Because of that, he spends a good deal of time adding to his frequent flyer miles so that leaves me.” “And they know about your…” “Yes.” “How did the three of you get… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry…” “No, it’s fine. First to answer your question, we’ve been friends for what seems like forever. We made a pact that whoever made it over here first would include the others. Second, if this relationship is to work—on any level—I want us to be able to talk and get to know each other. I’m not the kind of Dom who fucks his slave in secret while attending public events with someone else. I want you at my side as well as in my bed.” “What about the other secretaries?” “It’s none of their business. I also plan to bring you upstairs to work with Barb full-time.” “But Gray…” “…May be on his way out. He’s angered yet another judge which I can no longer tolerate.” “I see,” she said, something obviously bothering her. “What’s wrong?” “If I’m speaking out of turn, forgive me, but he’s expecting to become partner as I’m sure you’re aware. I believe he’s compiling 29

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender a file on you and Mister Ross and Mister Norton in order to stay at the firm.” “Blackmail, eh?” “I believe so.” “How do you know?” “I went to put a file in his personal safe and found an envelope labeled with the firm’s name and full of tapes and photos,” she said after taking a deep breath. “Legally, how did you see the contents?” “I moved it to put the other file underneath it. The envelope didn’t lay flat so I lifted it a little and several things slid out.” “Shit!” “What?” she asked as he pulled out his cell phone. “Tony, hate to bother you at this time of the morning but I need you to take care of that last assignment as early as possible. The information you’ll be looking for in addition to what we’ve discussed is in an envelope in his personal office safe and is very damaging. I have the combination if you need it. Thanks, mate.” Noah ended the message and gazed at Fallon. “What you told me confirmed suspicions I’ve been having for a while which a very good friend also had yesterday. I’d already called Tony about it but with this, I have to move fast. Because of you, we’ve been saved a great deal in damage control alone. Besides, I’d rather handle this internally instead of publicly.” “He’ll suspect I had something to do with it.” “No, he won’t.” “I’m the only one besides him who knows the combination.” He took out his cell phone again and began sending a text message. “I am telling Tony to drill it.” “He’ll scream rights—search and seizure, probable cause…”

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I’ll have his employment contract detailing his loss of rights if under any kind of suspicion or questionable practices in my hand as I confront him.” “You definitely live up to your reputation.” “I have to,” he said, leaving a hint of mystery in his answer. Fallon yawned, Noah smiling. “Shall I take you home?” he asked. “Is that what you truly want to do?” “No, I’d like to take you back to my place and ravish you while I have you tied to…” “Sounds interesting,” she said, sitting back, her jacket opening to show off two very aroused buds peeking beneath her silk blouse. “One thing I think you should know, Mister Sheffield…” “My slave is getting formal—must be serious.” “As you can obviously tell, two different personalities inhabit my body. The one at work—the glasses are fake, by the way—and the one you unleashed tonight.” “Should I worry?” “Can you handle both?” “Need you ask?” “If my employer allows me to either come in late to work or call in sick, then I wish to please my Master.” “Call Barbara’s desk and leave a message stating that you are going to the law library at the university to check some things out.” “What about the firm’s library?” “Good point,” he said. “You’ll make a good attorney.” “But I have no aspirations to become one.” “Think of all the fun we can have going over theory—reward versus punishment…” he said, tempting her. “I never thought of it that way.” “Consider it and tell Barb it’s my suggestion.” Taking his phone after he’d dialed the office for her, she left her message then slid the phone back to him. 31

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You do that very well.” “What?” “Obey,” he said quietly. “I have the best telling me what to do.” Noah stood up holding his hand out to her. Taking it, she stood up and they left after Noah paid the bill and left a generous tip. As they headed to the car, she handed him the keys since she’d driven him there to start with. “Fallon?” “You know where we’re going—it’s just right.” Noah nodded, made sure she settled into her car on the right side then he slid behind the wheel. Starting her Accord, he pulled onto the highway and drove toward where they’d spent the rest of the evening—if not longer. **** During the drive, Noah could not help but notice that Fallon had reclined her seat some. Each time he glanced at her, he saw something different. First had been her jacket open as it had been at the café then the next time, her blouse had been unbuttoned and moved out of the way leaving the strap of the seat belt over one breast and under the other. Thank God for the time and tinted windows. “I believe I’ve found a naughty submissive.” “Then do what you will,” she said. “If I can’t present myself as I did at the office for any reason, I want to do the best I can and in this instance, this is it.” “I like imaginative thinking and I love the view,” he complimented. “I’d hoped you would,” she said. “I think this is going to be a very rewarding relationship.” “Good, I’d hate to disappoint.” “I don’t think you ever could.” 32

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender As soon as Noah pulled up to the garage, he pressed a button on a key ring remote and the door opened. Driving inside, he pressed the button again to lower it. “Do not move,” he quietly commanded, Fallon nodding. Getting out of the car, he went around it to the passenger side, opened the door then leaned in. “Have you ever been frisked?” “No.” “Get out of the car,” he said as he stepped back a little. Fallon did as he ordered, standing in front of him with her clothes hanging to her sides, her nudity obviously driving him crazy. “Remove the jacket, put it on the seat and step away from the car,” he said as he watched her obey without question. After closing the car door, Noah closed the small distance between them and easily slipped the silk blouse off her before tossing it on the hood of the car. Taking her breasts in his hands, he massaged them and grinned. “I believe you may be hiding something here.” “Forgive me, Noah, but what you see and feel is all me.” Smiling, Noah brushed his fingertips over her hardened buds. “And if I don’t believe you?” he asked devilishly. “Then do what you must, Noah.” Suddenly, he spun her around, gently kicking her feet apart as far as they would go thanks to the tailored skirt she wore. Placing her hands on the roof of the car, he continued methodically frisking her until he reached her skirt. Slipping his hands underneath the hem, he shoved it up over her waist before tracing the outline of her ass. “I believe you may still be hiding something from me.” “Search all you want, Noah.” Taking his tie off, he bound her hands behind her then led her in front of the car to the door leading to the main house. 33

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You needn’t worry about anyone being here.” “I have no worries,” she said. “I’m with my Master.” “Excellent,” he said as he then guided her up a back staircase to the second floor of the old house. “I am taking you to a very special room, Fallon—one I hope we spend a great deal of time in.” Her breath caught, Noah pleased. As they walked down the hallway to a door he always kept locked, he held her bound hands while his other sat firmly on her ass. Every once in a while, he patted it, her reactions obvious as he could see her nipples harden more and smell the heat rising. Once they reached the room, he gently pressed her against the wall in keeping with the game they played so he could slip the key in the lock. Pushing the door open, he reached for the light switch turning on several sconces with candlelight-shaped bulbs. Gently pushing her inside, he closed the door behind them and locked it again. “We will be safe here,” he advised her. “Years ago, the original owner literally soundproofed this room wanting to block out the outside world while he listened to either the opera or the symphony. That addition works both ways as nothing leaves this room. You can scream all you want and no one will hear it.” “Interesting,” she observed as he led her over to a velvetcovered beam. Untying her hands, he stepped back. “Remove the skirt then bend over the cushion. I will take care of the rest.” “Yes, Noah,” she said as she quickly removed the skirt and obeyed him. Noah grinned as he walked around her. Taking her hands, he placed them in velvet manacles after kissing each one. Gently, he pressed her head to the pillow making sure of her comfort before he went to the opposite side. Kicking her feet apart again, he 34

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender placed her ankles in velvet restraints liking the sight in front of him. “I want you to always wear heels to accentuate your gorgeous legs.” “Yes, Noah,” she gasped when he ran his hand along the length of one. “You will say nothing more until I allow it,” he said, slapping her naked skin. “That’s a reminder.” Fallon nodded, her hands clenching from the mere touch of his hand on her skin. “Now, my beautiful submissive, have you ever been stripsearched like this before?” “No, Master Noah.” “Has a doctor ever done an anal exam?” “No, Master Noah.” “As a responsible Master who has forgotten common sense because of the temptation in front of me, I must say this now—I have lab proof that I am clean of any diseases of concern, so to speak. Do you, my submissive?” “Yes, in my safe deposit box at my bank. You needn’t be concerned.” “Then I think it’s time you experienced an erotic body search.” Noah watched her for a moment as her body began to tremble, his slave fighting to hold her reactions. “Does this arouse you?” “Yes, Master, it does.” Noah walked over to a cabinet and picked out several things before he returned to his bonded beauty. As he walked toward her, his cock rose to attention seeing her restrained in such a way that her breasts hung free where he could grab them at any time, Fallon totally restrained and unable to move. 35

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You are a beautiful woman, Fallon,” he complimented her as he stood behind her. “I intend to give you the best life I can. You will feel things you’ve never felt before and in some cases beg for more. I promise you that I will fuck you in all three orifices of this gorgeous body at the same time and you will either misbehave and beg for more or pass out from being overwhelmed by it. Is this what you desire?” “Yes, Master, I do. I want to be your toy. I want to be whatever you want me to be. Please, Master…” While he spoke, he took a warm gel and spread it over her anus before he eased his finger inside. As much as she tried, she couldn’t hold back the tiny gasps as he penetrated further. Once he’d opened her to this, he removed his finger and replaced it with an anal plug. “You will make sure this does not come out,” he instructed. “Yes, Noah…” “Tell me, have you ever pleasured yourself with any toys?” “No, Master, I haven’t.” “I see,” he said as he massaged her rear. “Then you need to experience it as well.” Moments later, he grinned—something he could not stop doing when it came to his slave—when her hands clenched as he slid a thick vibrator inside her wet pussy. Easing it back and forth as he would his shaft, he then drove it in as far as he could and switched it on. Fallon gasped as she fought to remain quiet for him. Taking some thick satin ribbons, he placed them in such a way that they would hold both devices in place while he tended to other things. Walking in front of her, he slowly removed his clothes as she watched. Her eyes hazed a little from the effects of what went on in her lower body, he knew she had neared the pinnacle where she’d have to disobey his wishes and react to what her body had 36

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender been put through. Standing directly in front of her, he adjusted the pillow for her by moving it back toward her shoulders. “You will take my cock and make me fill your pretty little mouth but you will not come—do you understand?” “Yes, Master Noah,” she said eagerly as her tongue darted out to take the small droplet sitting in his slit. Moving closer, he stood while she took his swollen shaft into her mouth, her tongue laving him as she did. “That’s it, Fallon, take me…” **** Fallon now knew the exact meaning of the words overwhelmed and satiated. Never before had any man done to her what Noah Sheffield did and she honestly doubted anyone else could. From the boardroom to the garage to his playroom, Noah had excited her body in so many ways that she craved more and knew he’d be the only man to ever satisfy her needs. Lying across the beam with the lower half of her literally pulsating while he teased her as he undressed had been more than she believed she could ever take at once only Noah had said he would do more. The sight of his gorgeously ripped body made her want to groan and beg for his touch but he’d commanded her to be quiet and she would do her best to obey him—no matter how hard it became. The mere touch of his velvety shaft at her lips then the heat of one drop of his essence nearly undid her but she refused to disappoint him. “You will take my cock and make me fill your pretty little mouth but you will not come—do you understand?” “Yes, Master Noah,” she said eagerly as her tongue darted out to take the small droplet sitting in his slit. After moving closer, he stood while she took his swollen shaft into her mouth, her tongue laving him as she did. “That’s it, Fallon, take me…” 37

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender As Fallon worked to please him, she felt his hand in her hair, pressing her closer. For a few moments, he bent over her a little in order to squeeze her breast, her body jolting a little. “You have beautiful tits, Fallon, and I plan to enjoy them,” he said. How is it his words can make me want to climax? As he stood up, she could feel him reaching to the vibrator and increasing the pulsations while he added a new sensation when he turned the anal plug on. Groaning with his cock in her mouth, her pace increased as she took him, her hands clenched around the nearest thing to where he’d fastened them to. Fallon could feel her entire body spiraling out of control as she took him. As the pressure from his hand on her head increased so did the speed with which she took him because Noah began fucking her mouth. The sensations coursing through her pushed her to take him faster and finally, his hot essence flowed down her throat as he filled her. Near the point of passing out, she gazed up at him and saw his smile. “Let it out, Fallon,” he said. Four little words and Fallon’s body went crazy as she cried out from the orgasms overtaking her—not one, not two but several. Her Master had done as he said he would and taken her three times at once. “Master!” she cried out. “Fallon?” “I want more…” she said before she passed out, her mind and body overwhelmed by one man. **** When Fallon woke, she discovered she’d been taken to a guestroom on the same floor she imagined as the playroom. Feeling as if she’d been bathed, she could smell the essence of citrus— orange to be exact—though it didn’t overpower her like some scents did. 38

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “How do you feel?” “Exhausted, wonderful, sore, amazing—I honestly can’t describe how I feel.” “You’ve proven to be very strong-willed,” Noah complimented. “I’m very proud of you.” “Thank you, Master,” she said. “Oh, if it’s all right, I’d prefer to call you Master. It feels right now.” “As you wish,” he said as he stood up from the chair he’d been seated in to walk over to her. “I do believe we can increase your stamina though for your first time with several stimuli, I’m impressed.” “The sensations—unbelievable.” “Perfect,” he said as he took her hand and sat on the side of the bed. Fallon gazed at Noah, elated relief they’d finally come together overtaking her. The heat jumping between them drove her insane wanting him but she refused to ask for the privilege—not yet. She had what she wanted—for now. Silence filled the room as he gazed at her, his brilliant yet piercing blue eyes boring through to her soul. Caught up in it, she enjoyed the feel of his fingertip tracing the length of her neck until it reached the sheet. Pulling the satin sheet from her upper body, Noah began teasing her nipples as her grip on his hand tightened. “I’d love to take you right now but…” “Take me whenever and wherever you want to,” she said. “I want to be at your side for everything humanly possible.” Noah bent to take her nipple between his teeth then pulled back a little, her breast gently held up by his tingling hold on her. Instinctively, she arched closer but he pushed her back to the bed. “Forgive me, Master, for going with instinct.” Noah nodded as he brushed his tongue over her bud causing a slight jolt. “Forgive me, again, Master…” she cried out. 39

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “For now, I will allow it as it pleases me to see you like this.” “Thank you, Master,” she said as he took her other nipple the same way and repeated what he’d already done to the other. Noah moved enough to remove the sheet from her body then he put himself between her legs. Holding both her hands, he gazed at her. “You will be clean-shaven from now on and you will always smell of orange citrus—the same thing I bathed you in—your hair, also.” “Yes, Master, I like it.” “If you wish me to take care of the other command…” “That would mean I’d have to move in here with you for you to accomplish that. I mean, wouldn’t that come under inappropriate office behavior?” “Yes, it would, wouldn’t it? On both accounts…” “Noah, what are you saying?” “Move in here,” he said. “Hell, the house is big enough for an army and if you feel the need for space, it’s perfect.” “And my apartment?” “I’ll pay the rent on it until we decide what we intend to do.” “And that means?” “I could very well ask you to marry me which would make the apartment issue…” “And you could keep it if you didn’t want to drive home.” “I have the one at the office…” “Your decision,” she said. “Our decision,” he said. “If you are at my side for everything humanly possible…” “True,” she gasped as he blew his hot breath over her pussy. Fallon jolted when his tongue laved her clit then her pussy. The moment he thrust it into her body, she went crazy as conflicting emotions overtook her. The more she tried to free her hands to press his head closer to her body, the tighter his grip became. Mov40

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender ing her body along the smooth sheet beneath her, she pressed her nether lips to his mouth trying to hold him there. Her legs wrapped around him, needing to hold him in that exact position. “That’s it, Fallon, go with it,” he coaxed as he went back to tongue fucking her. “Master, please,” she cried, tears in her eyes. “Please, what, slave?” “Please, fuck me so I can scream your name. I want to…” Noah released her hands and quickly removed his shorts. After taking one more lap at her pussy, he thrust his impatient cock into her body and held her in place, her gorgeous beauty impaled on his. “Is this what you want?” “Yes, Master,” she cried out. “Yes!” Noah drew back a little before he pounded her sweet velvety heat with his cock. Holding her hands in place once more, he refused to allow her any movement beneath him only she found a way to wrap her legs around him once more. The more she pulled him closer, the more he groaned. “Take me, Fallon,” he commanded her. Fallon cried out as her body drenched his. The feel of his explosion within her caused her to cry out his name while she fought his hands needing to hold him. “I believe I’ve found perfection,” he whispered as his lips covered hers. Continuing to thrust into her, his tongue matched his rhythm as he took her again. “Yes, I know I have.” **** While Noah Sheffield enjoyed his life in the United States and with Fallon Mitchell, his past in England had begun to insinuate itself back into his present. While a prosecutor in the High Court for Her Majesty’s Courts Service, he’d taken on a case involving drug dealing and murder. The defendant in the case—Ralph Wilkes—had been 41

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender tried and convicted of several crimes, his sentencing to a minimum twenty-five years in prison following. Before guards led Wilkes out of the courtroom, he swore to kill the presiding justice, prosecutor and his defense advocate to name a few. Considering how many times they’d heard the threat, those named went on with their lives. Wilkes somehow found a way out of prison, escaping during a power outage that allowed him to scale the wall of the prison yard without worrying about being electrocuted. Laying low for several months after the break, he waited until the heat had started to die down before carrying out his revenge. During that time, he grew a beard and began wearing contact lens that changed his eye color and lived a very legal life. Though he’d put some of his ill-gotten gains from drug running in a safe place, he stayed away from it in case it might have been under surveillance for any reason. Biding his time, he researched his targets and waited until the right time presented itself before striking. He’d learned where his defense advocate spent his free time and waited until the man passed him on a running path in a park near Piccadilly. Waiting for him one night, he caught the man’s attention by luring him into a dark corner of the park. When he emerged from the scene of his crime a few minutes later, the man lay dead with a white jurist’s wig sitting on his head. One down, two to go… Finding the justice who’d heard the case had not been easy as he and his wife had been on holiday on the Isle of Man. Upon his return, Wilkes followed him until he decided that a judge should die on his bench. When a convenient late session held the man in court after hours, he seized the opportunity and murdered him using his own gavel to commit the crime. Two down, one to go… Feeling cocky at having gotten away with two murders and no one the wiser, he left a note for the person who’d discover the body hours after he made yet another successful escape. 42

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender I swore I’d do this and no one believed me—maybe Sheffield will be a little more careful. Leaving the courtroom, Wilkes made his way to the nearest pub, ordered a pint and sat back to listen to the latest gossip. “Did you hear that a defense solicitor got murdered along one of the running paths in the park near the Circus?” “There’s been a lot of speculation as to who the culprit is. He had a long list of enemies.” “Could it have been the one who escaped a few months ago?” “If he had any brains, he’d be out of the country by now.” Wilkes snickered as he listened to those in the know discuss his crimes while not realizing he sat a few feet away. “Does anyone know what happened to Sheffield?” “No one’s seen him in months. I heard he’s up in Scotland.” “No, he went to Canada…” “I heard Australia…” The more he listened, the angrier Wilkes became. He hadn’t planned on chasing his victim all over the world in order to accomplish what he set out to do. But if that’s what it takes…

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Chapter 3 Jerry Norton religiously read the London papers wanting to keep up on what happened at home. Seeing that both the defense attorney and the presiding judge on the Wilkes case that Noah prosecuted had been found dead—obviously murdered—unnerved him. He remembered the day the judge handed down the sentence and Wilkes’ loud threats against his advocate, the judge and Noah plus one, maybe two others and he recalled Noah’s reaction. Though he knew Noah took it more seriously than the others, it still bothered him that this man might be coming after his friend. Noah had left London for the States and virtually started a new life—one his past in England threatened. Why now? Picking up his cell phone, he called Noah impatiently waiting for his friend to pick up. When it went to voice mail, he merely left a message for Noah to call him ASAP. Ending the call and pocketing his phone, Norton continued reading the city news before turning to the St. Louis papers. And so another day began… **** Noah’s cell phone ringing before going to voice mail woke him. With his extraordinary submissive, he’d forgotten about time and the fact he had business at the office to take care of dealing with Fallon’s former boss, Gray Robb. As he hustled around the bedroom after taking a quick shower, he felt amused eyes watching him. 44

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You’re lucky—we called you in last night. I’m supposed to be handling business dealing with your ex-boss.” “Shit, I forgot about that,” Fallon cursed. “What can I do to help?” “Don’t move—if I see your naked body before I leave this room, I won’t leave.” “Yes, Master, if that’s what you want.” “Not really but I’ve got responsibilities to handle as well as protecting you. It wouldn’t look very good if we both didn’t come in when we’d spent hours in the boardroom after work last night.” “I see,” she said, sliding further under the sheet while making sure it showed off everything she knew he loved to look at. “I don’t think you do,” he said. “As your Dom, it’s my responsibility to make sure you are protected. I won’t share you with another master—or any other man—as I won’t open you up to ridicule or anything maligning you. Yes, we are a couple but until we come out and formally announce this, I want you safe and above reproach—especially when I have to fire Robb.” “I never realized the depth of…” “There’s another reason.” “What?” “I’ve always made it a practice never to become personally involved with anyone working at the firm. Now, that I’ve gone and blown that out of the water…” “I could always resign…” “No, I believe you have a real future in law and I truly want to help you go over theory while you study.” “But I never considered…” “Consider this—Sheffield, Sheffield, Ross & Norton.” “No, I can’t even begin to…” “Just consider it while you explore the house. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” “And what should I wear? Half my clothes are in the garage.” 45

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Give me your keys and I’ll pick some things up on my way back here or I can leave you my credit card and you can call one of the stores that deliver same day.” “Whoa, I can wait until you pick some things up. I don’t want your credit card…” “Outstanding, my slave cares…” “I do and I won’t take advantage of you unless you allow it.” “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said before kissing her. “Explore the house, make yourself at home and get something to eat.” “I will, Noah, and thanks.” “For?” “Being my Master.” Noah left her, hating the fact that he had to. Once in the garage, he chose to take his Aston Martin needing a car with a highpowered engine and good handling to get him into the city as quickly and neatly as possible. On the way, he checked his phone hearing Jerry’s message. Using his Bluetooth, he called his partner back. “Norton.” “Jerry, what’s up?” “Where the hell are you? You’re never this late.” “I got tied up,” Noah answered, partially telling his friend the truth. “What did you call about?” “Remember that guy who threatened you, the judge and his defense attorney after the judge sentenced him? Well, he’s evidently out because the judge and the defense attorney are dead.” “Fuck, I don’t need this.” “I didn’t think so and when you couldn’t be reached, I began to wonder if you’ve got someone needing protection. From your reaction, I think I have my answer.” “You know me way too well.” “Anyone I know—like the secretary you bought up to The Ivory Tower?” 46

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Like I said, you know me way too well.” “Be careful—you’re playing with fire. If her…” “I need to talk to you about Robb, as well. I’m on my way in to fire his ass. I met with Abrams who gave me a heads up that not only is one of the judges sanctioning him because of misconduct, he wants to go after his license and possibly the firm because we’re his employers. I told David to pass along my regrets and assurances that I would take care of it.” “Anything I can do?” “Get his employment contract out and have it on my desk. I want to make sure I can counter anything he has to say.” “And if he brings up his secretary?” “I’ll deal with that if it comes up.” “I’ll get his personnel file and warn Jonathan.” “Good. I’ll see you when I get in.” “Don’t be surprised if you are met by many surprised faces. They know you as well and you are never late.” “Thanks.” Noah ended the call and went over what he planned to do once he reached the office. With Jerry taking care of last-minute details at the office, he could concentrate on handling the problem at hand. Then, as soon as he finished with Robb, he’d turn his attentions to the Wilkes’ threat. With his life finally heading toward a good outcome, he refused to allow his past to overtake his future—not when Fallon had come into the picture willingly as his submissive and he’d assured her he would protect her. She had not agreed to become a target because of her love life. Bloody hell! **** As soon as he reached the office and parked, things began to happen. As Jerry had predicted, many surprised faces greeted him as he walked through the first floor offices to the elevator. Inwardly, he laughed liking the fact that he’d been unpredictable for once. My thanks to Fallon… 47

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Walking past Fallon’s desk, he saw Gray Robb sitting at it. Something inside him made him want to strangle the guy but he knew that would be the wrong thing to do. Instead, he pulled out his cell and called Jerry. “Norton…” “It’s me. Set up the camera we use to tape special meetings. I want this guy dead to rights and the firm protected.” “You got it. The file we discussed is on your desk.” “Good,” Noah said before ending the call. Stopping one of the secretaries, he asked her to tell Mister Robb to be in his office in fifteen minutes. “Your office, fifteen minutes—yes, sir,” she said as she wrote the information down on her steno pad. “Smart idea to always keep notes like that,” he complimented her. “Thank you, Mister Sheffield,” she said before hurrying off. For some reason, Noah stood off to the side and watched the young woman give Robb his message. He didn’t need to hear what the junior associate said to know what his reaction had been. The arrogant bastard… While he watched, Robb verbally questioned the young woman about how she came to give him the message. Sheffield read lips well enough to know that Robb accused her of making it up because Sheffield or one of the other partners always called him personally. Then he saw Robb tell her he’d wait until the actual invitation came down from The Ivory Tower. With that, the young woman escaped the office in tears. As she passed by Noah, he pulled her aside and had her tell him exactly what happened while watching the antics of the man who expected to become partner one day. “Go freshen up then come to my office after lunch.” “Yes, sir,” she said as she hurried off to the women’s lounge. 48

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah glanced back to where Robb held court, his fury intensifying by the moment. Keeping his emotions in checque, he turned and went to Robb’s office. As he entered, the mood sobered quickly as everyone except Robb hurried to their desks obviously knowing something would happen—something they didn’t want to be a part of. “Mister Sheffield…good morning…” Gray Robb stammered. “I sent one of the secretaries in here to tell you to be in my office in fifteen minutes then I watch you verbally abuse her. How dare you belittle someone like that? That is not the kind of work environment we want here at the firm. Now, because you chose to ignore the request, you have ten minutes to be in my office and it’s not a request.” “Y-y-yes, sir…” Noah nodded to the others before leaving then entered the elevator. A few minutes later, he placed his briefcase on the floor near his desk, checked for the little red light signaling the camera would videotape their meeting and satisfied it would, he sat down and quickly scanned Robb’s file. “Mister Sheffield, good morning,” Barbara said as she brought his morning tea and messages in. “Tony would like you to call him now and Miss Mitchell said you sent her to the university law library…” “I did and thank you for the tea. I need it to calm my nerves after dealing with Robb. By the way, he’ll be walking in the door any minute and will probably be a little nervous,” he began to say. “How long should I keep him cooling his heels?” “Ten, maybe fifteen minutes.” “This should be fun. I’ve already heard what happened downstairs…” “Word travels fast, doesn’t it?” “And you’ve come out smelling like a rose—as always.” Noah snickered before becoming serious. 49

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “While we are meeting, call security and have them make sure he walks out the door and doesn’t take anything with him. Once he has, they are to clear out his things and bring them up to Jerry’s office so he and Tony can go through it. The least the man has against us, the better.” “What are you thinking?” “Client lists, case files… Make sure they confiscate his flash drives and anything else he may be using.” “There is a civil rights issue here,” she reminded him. “The reason why I have his personnel file in front of me. When he joined the firm, he signed the same contract as every other employee here meaning I can do exactly what I’m doing and it’s legal.” “Good, though I should have known,” she said. “By the way, is Miss Mitchell all right?” “Yes, why do you ask?” “The message came in around one-thirty this morning—I just wondered.” “We left here and got a late dinner. By the time I dropped her off, I knew she wouldn’t get a great deal of sleep plus I wanted the extra research done on an old case I think might be applicable to the one we’re working on. Also, I’ve decided that I overload you with work so I’m moving Fallon up here to be your personal assistant.” “I don’t…” she began to protest. “Barb, there are times when you are not here that I need someone in the know about how you run the office. I’d rather have someone we both know and trust to take care of this in your absence instead of someone from downstairs or a temp.” “As long as she’s not pushing me out.” “I guarantee that will never happen.” “Mister Sheffield,” his receptionist said. “Mister Robb to see you.” 50

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Thanks, Nancy,” he said while winking at Barbara. “Give him hell, Barb.” Grinning, she nodded then left pulling the door closed behind her. As soon as she did, he called Tony to find out what his investigator had for him. “I thought you’d like to know that we recovered several files and client lists as well as a flash drive and portable hard drive the dope left in his safe. We didn’t really have to drill it but I did anyway just to be safe.” “He’s waiting in the outer office if you want to sit in…” “I’ll be there in a few minutes. I want to check something out.” “Barbara is making him cool his heels for ten to fifteen— should I make it longer?” “No, I’ll be there.” “Good.” **** “You wanted to see me, sir?” a very nervous junior associate asked as he entered the office. He stopped momentarily when Sheffield’s secretary pulled the door closed with a loud click from the latch. “Yes, I did, Mister Robb,” Noah Sheffield answered as he watched Robb carefully. Having always been able to read people in various ways, body language usually told him a great deal while the other person had no clue about being sized-up. Jerry Norton and Jonathan Ross joined them, the three partners presenting a united front. “I had lunch the other day with a close friend who informed me that you’ve managed to piss off yet another judge. Because you have a reputation of being habitual when it comes to your actions in court, sanctions are being charged to you which will bring fines and several other punishments. On top of that, the three of us have 51

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender discussed the situation at length and decided that you are no longer welcome here at the firm because we are sick of the constant damage control as well as the notoriety you bring to not only us but yourself.” “But you’ve always said to be aggressive—that’s what I believe I am,” Robb offered as an excuse. “There is aggressive work when defending your client vigorously then there is out-and-out arrogance with the aggression. From what I’ve been told, you informed a Superior Court justice that he had no clue how to sit the case—that kind of behavior is unacceptable.” “But…” “Mister Robb, you’re fired. If you’d like, I can recommend several lawyers who deal in aggressive litigation who would be happy to have you but your career here is over.” “I’m not that kind of lawyer—I want to deal in criminal law.” “Which is fine, as long as you don’t try to practice it here in St. Louis. We’ve been hearing that no reputable firm wants you in their employ.” “I find that hard to believe,” Robb said, a hint of his arrogance seeming to return. “I’ve heard it as well,” Norton added. “You’re a pariah…” “That coming from an openly gay guy who won’t admit it…” Robb retorted. “That’s what got you in this fix—comments like that,” Ross stated. “As per the contract you signed when you joined the firm, your personal items will be sent to you once we’ve made sure you’re not absconding with company secrets and client lists.” “That’s not legal,” Robb began to argue. “This piece of paper gives me the legal right—you signed it and it will stand up in any court. Your actions with respect to this firm have brought you under suspicion from not only us but the le52

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender gal community. We must protect ourselves and those who work for us from the likes of you.” “Me? Besides the gay partner, you’ve got a very outgoing family man who bangs his secretary when he gets the chance—no, wait a minute. That’s you who bangs the secretary and last I looked, she’s mine.” “Get out, you slimy little worm. I refuse to have anyone like you working for me if they speak about other employees in that fashion. You are very lucky we’re not hitting you with a slander case. Now, I’d leave quietly with the security guard who will escort you to the door. When we are ready to release your personal items, we will notify you before they are shipped.” “This is not happening—you said you planned to promote me to partner…” “We never said that at all—we may have considered the idea at one time but your actions in the courtroom turned us off. I don’t need the constant barrage of phone calls from my fellow jurists telling me what you’re doing when I expect you to handle yourself in a manner appropriate for the situation. When one goes into court or any meeting, for that fact, that person is representing not only themselves but this firm as well as the legal system here in the city. People need to be able to trust us in any capacity, whether it’s as their attorney or one of us hearing the case from the bench. You have been slowly destroying trust in us and we’ve agreed that we don’t wish to embrace your kind of work ethic.” “I will sue…” “Go ahead but I don’t see it happening—you need friends in the system in order to do that and you have none thanks to alienating everyone you come in contact with.” Gray Robb stormed out of the office walking straight into one of the security guards Tony had sent up while another waited at the first floor elevator. 53

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender The three partners waited until the doors slid closed before sighing with relief. “I thought he’d never leave,” Ross said. “I never realized what a vile man he is until this meeting.” “We made the right decision,” Noah said, shoving the contract back into the file folder before handing it to Barbara to put in the safe with the videotape she’d just removed from the camera. “Is what he says true about you and his secretary?” Norton asked. “What about the things he said about you two?” Noah asked with a straight face and a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. “She’s been transferred up here now as Barbara’s personal assistant and I have her looking into a case because I want older more established references to cite plus a fresh opinion.” “He’s skirting the question which means it’s a yes answer,” Norton said as Ross snickered. “And you who won’t have anything to do with employees outside business hours…” “Actually, we’d been carrying on an Internet affair for months before I found out she works here. I couldn’t very well dump her—that would have been cruel.” “Whatever you say, dear boy—just remember your own rules.” “Yes, Mother Ross,” Noah said before the three old friends laughed. “Where is the dear girl?” Norton asked. “I sent her to the university to do some research in their law library. I’m looking for cases predating a certain time to see if I can use history as part of the defense.” “That and a pound note will get you a cup of coffee…” Ross joked. “Seriously, where is she?” Norton asked. “At the house—why?” 54

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I don’t trust Robb. He’s volatile and we’ve just taken away any law career he might have in the State of Missouri plus across the river. He’s going to be angry for a long while and I don’t want to see him taking it out on the girl when he’s mad at us.” “Point taken and we will be careful,” Noah said, just the thought of Robb going after Fallon unnerving. “Now I’ve got pressing business in my office as I have to go bang my secretary so I keep up the first floor gossip,” Ross said before he laughed. “Make sure she doesn’t scream,” Norton said. “I’d hate to add fodder to their water cooler discussions.” The three of them laughed knowing that, for the most part, they had a staff that could be trusted. Every now and then, they had someone like Robb who had to be handled but they all realized they’d been very lucky over the years—one reason for the contract each employee signed. Once Jerry and Jonathan had left the office and he’d taken care of the short list of things needing his personal attention Barbara had given him, Noah sent Fallon an email. Domjustice: Finishing up at the office, do you want anything? Fallenangel: Just my Master though I believe I do need some clothes. Domjustice: We’ll take care of that later. Fallenangel: As you wish. Domjustice: Be there in about an hour. Fallenangel: Hurry. Noah grabbed his briefcase and, after letting Barbara know his plans for the rest of the afternoon, he left the firm and headed to Florissant and the beauty he had waiting for him. His cock at attention thinking about her, he grinned. I’m on my way… **** 55

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender While he’d been at the office, Fallon did as he wanted and investigated the house. Having been told that she would be the only one there until he returned, she did as he suggested and walked around in the nude—the experience not only liberating but extremely erotic. Here she stood in a man’s house—a Federal justice, of all things—and her body did nothing but remain on an erotic high the entire time. Wanting to relieve some of the torture, she refused to as only Noah could tell her when and where she could pleasure herself without it being an act of betrayal. Why is it so easy for me to be like this for him? Because you trust him… But is that enough? With Noah Sheffield? Very much so… Spread out and misleading from the outside, she found it had five bedrooms—each with its own bath, two glass-enclosed porches, a huge library, a den, a room she would compare to being a man cave with its pool table, bar and other male things, a formal living room, formal dining room and an eat-in kitchen which she figured to be the size of her apartment. When she looked out at the property, she saw a huge swimming pool with hot tub, tennis courts and what once may have been a play area for the previous owner’s children. She couldn’t wait to see the barn which looked relatively new and the horses that evidently inhabited it when not grazing in one of the pastures. Off in the distance, she saw the grist mill which had been built on the river in the late 1800’s. Noah had told her that it had been rebuilt in the early ’40’s and used off and on until the ’70’s though, as far as he knew, it still remained a viable working mill. I want to see that… Having fallen in love with the house and the land it sat on, Fallon felt comfortable and knew she’d love living here or at least spending time here. It hit her that she really hoped their relationship became something more than just sex though when it came to that, Noah proved to be very masterful. 56

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Thinking about him made her body ache for his. Knowing she had some time before he returned thanks to the long drive from the city to the house, Fallon went upstairs and took a shower. Bathing in the orange-scented body wash and using the same scented shampoo to wash her hair, she made sure he wouldn’t be disappointed. Searching the medicine cabinet for a razor, she used some of the body wash to shave her mons in order to be cleanshaven as he wanted though she knew he would do a much better job of it than she ever could. Stepping out of the shower, she toweled off then, after hanging the towel on the rack, she walked back into the bedroom letting the warm afternoon breeze finish drying her sensitive body off. Hearing the car pulling into the garage and the door to it closing, she quickly stood as he wanted her to in presentation and patiently waited. I want to be perfect for you, Noah… Hearing the door open, she smiled when she heard his gasp. “My God, you’re perfect.” “Thank you, Master…” “You’ve been very good while I’ve been gone. You smell of citrus, your body is extremely naked and I’ve never come home to a more perfect vision standing in my bedroom as I just have.” “Your wish, Master?” Noah’s groan told her everything as her nipples hardened and wet heat pooled between her legs. Fallon had found perfection and she determined to do everything she could to keep him in her life—no matter what. **** As soon as Noah’s gaze took in the ravishing blonde beauty standing with her feet apart, her arms behind her and her eyes looking down, he knew he’d have to do everything he could in order to make sure she stayed in his life. “Seeing as my slave is already beautifully naked, I desire she remove my clothes while I decide your reward.” 57

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Fallon approached him, her body’s natural movements seducing him more. Taking in every perfect curve, he committed Fallon Mitchell to memory. While he stood in the center of the master suite, she removed his jacket and carefully placed it over a nearby chair. One thing he’d always wanted in a slave had been attention to conscientious detail, something Fallon obviously had instinctively. When she removed his vest, she did the same with it as she had his jacket but he stopped her when she went for his tie. “Once you pull it off me, place it around your neck.” “Yes, Master,” she said, her trust in him overwhelming. After doing so, she pulled his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoned it then slid it off placing it with his jacket and vest. While she did, he kicked off his shoes and socks looking forward to what she would do next. Slowly, she slid his pants down followed by his silk boxers. Once she’d placed them on the chair, she returned to stand in front of him, against presenting herself to her master. “Turn around,” he quietly commanded, Fallon obeying. Pulling the tie from around her neck, he bound her hands behind her before spinning her around again. Taking her face in his hands, he drew her into a deeply passionate kiss, Fallon responding as he’d hoped she would. Gazing at her, he discovered he’d fallen in love with her— something he had not planned on this soon but Fallon could only be described as one of a kind—his one of a kind. Gently, he pushed her to her knees, Fallon’s gaze never leaving his face. “Open your mouth,” he said, Fallon obeying once more. “I see my bird wants to be fed.” Laying the tip of his cock on her lips, he nodded his silent command. Fallon deftly laved his shaft before drawing him into her mouth. As she took him, heat coursed through him. Pressing her 58

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender closer, he pumped his cock between her lips while Fallon eagerly took him. He could see her hands clenching knowing she fought her body’s natural reaction. “When I come, you will not. I want your stamina to increase so we can draw things out longer each time.” Fallon nodded, her pace keeping up with his. Moments later, his release exploded into her, Fallon feasting though her body felt starved—an obvious reaction. Slowly withdrawing his cock from her mouth, he helped her to stand then led her to one of two leather couches he had sitting in front of the fireplace. Having her lean over it so she had something firm supporting her waist while leaving her breasts free for him to play with, Noah flicked his fingertip over her clit. As her body jolted, he held her in place with one hand as his other guided his cock to her wet pussy. As he eased into her wet heat, he teased her senses as he lightly traced the curve of her hips. Feeling the slight reaction when he thrust deeper, Noah took her hands and moved them as far up her back as the tie would allow. Thrusting hard several more times, he held himself deep within her reaching to take hold of her breast. “You’re doing extremely well, Fallon.” Her hands clenched together tighter, Noah pleased. “Please, Master, may I…” “When I allow it,” he answered as Fallon’s hands clenched tighter. Noah’s explosive release filled her, the heat between them overwhelming. “Now, Fallon…now…” he whispered as he leaned over her sandwiching her between his body and the couch. Grasping her breasts, he held them as an amazing orgasm overtook her. As she drenched his cock, her body shook out of control. At the right moment, he pricked her nipples causing her body to jolt more. 59

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Let it out, Fallon.” “Noah, my God, help me!” she screamed. “Tell me what to do,” he said. “Hold onto me.” “I am.” “I feel like I’m falling,” she cried out. “Please, don’t let me fall…” “You won’t, Fallon. I’ll make sure of it,” he said as he lightly pricked her nipples again. The slight jolt caused her body to clamp down on his shaft refusing to release him. “Fallon!” he screamed as he released her hands in order to pull her closer only she had another idea as she planted her hands firmly on the back of the couch in order to take him over the edge and further. Her body pumped his cock until he exploded once more, her body shaking more. Spent, Noah leaned on her, his breathing labored. “Fallon…” “I’m sorry, Master,” she cried. “Forgive me for not being stronger. I accept whatever punishment you…” “I love you, Fallon,” he whispered. “I can’t punish you for giving me the best fuck of my life.” “But…” “You did nothing wrong, slave,” he said, pulling her tighter against him as the last ripples of their latest climax ran their course. Massaging her breasts, he felt her relax some. “Noah?” “Yes…” “I love you, too.” **** Later, Noah held Fallon as she slept, her beautiful body tight against his as if they’d been glued together. Watching her sleep had quickly become one of his favorite pastimes, Noah inwardly hoping he’d be able to enjoy this for a long time to come. 60

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender His cell phone rang, the ringtone he’d assigned to Jerry Norton telling him who wanted to talk to him. He noticed Jerry had texted him so he checked that finding a curious message. Call me ASAP! Easing from Fallon’s side so the call wouldn’t disturb her, he went into the dressing room and hit Jerry’s number. Moments later, Jerry Norton answered. “Hey, I just got your message. What’s up?” “Actually, it’s the second one but this morning’s party in your office made me forget what I wanted to tell you.” “Which is?” “Ralph Wilkes is out of prison—evidently walked out during a power outage—and he’s already made good on his promise.” “Who?” “The judge and his defense attorney. His advocate went running one night and they found him later in the park near the Circus with a white wig on his head.” “And the judge?” “Beaten with his own gavel while on the bench after a late session.” “Why the hell did he go back into the courtroom? Once the judge leaves, so does everyone else. No one should have been in there—especially the sitting justice.” “Your guess is as good as mine unless Wilkes forced him back to the bench.” “That’s possible,” Noah agreed. “Do they have any idea where the bastard is?” “No and there’s a nationwide search being conducted.” “Bloody hell,” Noah cursed. “I figured you should know as soon as possible. You’ve made plans I hope…” “For what?” “Escaping?” 61

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “No, I’ve worked hard to get the firm up and running—I can’t walk out on it now.” “Or her?” Jerry asked. “Or her,” Noah said, hating what this could do to Fallon. If Wilkes finds out about her… “Take a vacation until they catch him. Once he’s back in prison…” “Right, they’ll get him back inside and he’ll find a way out again. The man’s determined and I refuse to live my life in a forest of mirrors. I hate looking over my shoulder all the time and the mistrust that goes with it.” “But what about the lady? Can you protect her and will she want to be with a man who could not only be murdered but get her killed in the process?” “The trouble with my best friends being lawyers…” “Your devil’s advocate, at your service.” “Do me a favor and call Tony.” “Already done—the minute he heard, he started looking into the case for you which is why he never made it back to this morning’s meeting.” “Good, and in the meantime, I’ll figure out how to tell Fallon…” “You’d better do it quick, my friend. You may not have the luxury of time anymore.” Noah closed the phone and sat in an oversized chair deep in thought. “What do you have to tell me?” Noah bolted up, surprised that she’d crept up on him. He watched her come over to him then kneel between his legs, her arms resting on his knees. “Fallon, I have two very important things to tell you and I have no idea where to begin.” “The beginning usually works for me.” 62

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Looking at you, I can’t even think straight and you expect me to coherently explain things.” “You are my Master and before that, you have been an attorney for years. If you can speak before a judge and jury then sit on the bench, surely you can tell me anything.” Turning the phone off, he sat back in the chair gazing at her. How did I ever get so damned bloody lucky? “I want to marry you and make our arrangement permanent. I’ve fallen in love with you when I didn’t expect to but you do things to me no other woman ever has.” “I had hoped you would feel the same because I couldn’t think straight today without you here.” “In my years as a Dominant, I’ve never found anyone as natural as you are. You are the perfect submissive and I’d be a fool to do anything to force you to leave.” “And you said marriage?” “Yes—not right now while we’re still getting to know each other but yes, I intend to have you in every way I can.” “But you haven’t asked so how can I answer my Master?” “Fallon Mitchell, will you marry me?” “Yes, Noah Sheffield, I will,” she said, her eyes locked with his. “What’s the other thing?” “One reason we can’t marry right away,” he began. “Years ago, I prosecuted a man who received a life sentence for the crimes he committed. The day of sentencing, as guards dragged him from the courtroom, he swore to get revenge by threatening the judge, his advocate, myself and one or two others. Because of the threat, I left England and came to the States to go to Harvard. I got my second degree here and hold dual citizenship because I love this country—now more than ever. I honestly thought that part of my life had been successfully put behind me.” “What happened?” 63

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Both the judge and the defense attorney have been gruesomely murdered—each killing having an associated theme. Jerry found out about this earlier today but firing Robb took precedence and he didn’t remember until he texted me with an urgent message to call him. I’m so sorry you are being drawn into this but I owe it to you to be upfront and honest. As your Master, I am supposed to protect you but I’m not sure about this—the guy’s crazy.” “I still want to marry you whether we do it now or wait—I won’t change my mind.” “Why did it take me so long to find you?” “They say the best is always hardest to find—maybe it’s true.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Noah, I am,” she stated emphatically. “Now, how may I please you?” **** Fallon stirred finding Noah gone. Peering around the room, she didn’t see him but then she heard his voice coming from the direction of his dressing room. Sliding off the bed, she went over to the doorway and stood watching him as he talked on his cell phone. Every incredible muscle in his gorgeous body, his rock-solid torso, his ruggedly handsome face with his brilliant blue eyes—all of it added up to the man she honestly wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Love at first sight—hell, no! Love at first fuck—oh, yes! Determined not to eavesdrop while languishing in the presence of an amazing man, she couldn’t help but overhear part of his conversation. “I’ll figure out how to tell Fallon…” A sick feeling shot through her landing in the pit of her stomach. From that one sentence, it didn’t sound good. What is going on? Waiting until he ended the call, she took a few minutes to study him as if it might be for the last time. Then, as he sat deep in thought, curiosity got the better of her. 64

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “What do you have to tell me?” Noah started, Fallon realizing that whatever he’d been discussing had to be extremely important. Taking a deep breath and knowing she could be overstepping her bounds as his submissive, she walked over to where he sat kneeling in front of him. Feasting her eyes on his amazing cock, she waited for him to say or do something. “Fallon, I have two very important things to tell you and I have no idea where to begin.” “The beginning always works for me,” she said quietly. “Looking at you, I can’t even think straight and you expect me to coherently explain things.” “You are my Master and before that, you have been an attorney for years. If you can speak before a judge and jury then sit on the bench, surely you can tell me anything.” Turning the phone off, he sat back in the chair gazing at her. Hearing the phone being placed on a nearby table, she knew they wouldn’t be disturbed. “I want to marry you and make our arrangement permanent. I’ve fallen in love with you when I didn’t expect to but you do things to me no other woman ever has.” “I had hoped you would feel the same because I couldn’t think straight today without you here.” “In my years as a Dominant, I’ve never found anyone as natural as you are. You are the perfect submissive and I’d be a fool to do anything to force you to leave.” “And you said marriage?” “Yes—not right now while we’re still getting to know each other but yes, I intend to have you in every way I can.” After some encouragement, she heard the words every woman wants to hear from the man she loves. “Fallon Mitchell, will you marry me?” 65

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Yes, Noah Sheffield, I will,” she said, her eyes locked with his. For a brief moment, she saw Noah Sheffield—the real man and not the one who walked through the offices of the most successful law firm in St. Louis. She saw the quiet Dominant who treasured his privacy and fiercely protected those he loved and now that included her. Fallon could also see that he would lay down his life for her if it ever came to that extreme. “What else do you have to tell me?” Noah went into a lengthy and detailed explanation about the reasons behind his move to the United States and that the criminal he’d helped send to prison had escaped and more than likely would be coming after him. Listening to him, Fallon realized why he’d been in turmoil when he ended his phone call. Looking into his eyes, she saw the fear that she’d turn away from him hiding behind his attempt to remain strong and sure of himself. “I still want to marry you whether we do it now or wait—I won’t change my mind.” “Why did it take me so long to find you?” “They say the best is always hardest to find—maybe it’s true.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Noah, I am,” she stated emphatically. “Now, how may I please you?” Noah groaned as he wrapped his fingers in her lush mane of blonde hair and pressed her lips to his cock. “I want you to take me as if our lives depend on it because in essence they might, seeing as we have no clue where the bastard is. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you in order to pleasure you. Take me, Fallon, then tell me what to do as I turn over control of this moment to you because right now, life is too overwhelming for me to…” “Yes, Master, I will,” she said as she slipped her hands along his body until they reached his chest. As soon as she stretched enough to drive him crazy, she slowly took his cock deep into her 66

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender mouth and obeyed him. The more she went down on him, the more he pressed her face closer, her lips brushing his balls as she relaxed her throat muscles enough to take his shaft deeper. Fallon felt him move his legs into a position where her breasts brushed over them, his hair torturing her nipples making them firmer. With all the stimuli assaulting her body, her pace increased. Knowing when he applied more pressure to her head that he’d fill her any moment, she prepared for the intense heat that would explode into her throat—Noah Sheffield’s life. The moment he exploded into her, he called out her name. “Please, woman, tell me what to do…” “Restrain me so I cannot move then use me. Take me to the point where I beg for more and please, Master, have no mercy on me. I need you and I want you any way I can have you.” “Fallon, do you honestly understand the danger we’re in?” “Yes, Noah, I do and I won’t leave you. I love you more than I ever imagined I could love anyone and the thought of losing you makes me sick but the thought of abandoning you makes me even sicker. We have something unique and special and I don’t want to lose it—at least, not by my choice.” Pulling her up to him, the feel of his hand grabbing her hair to control her movements drove her body insane with need for him. His lips covering hers caused her to melt as she fused against him. “Come, my little slave, time to have your desires fulfilled,” he said as he stood up slowly, Fallon still at his side. Guiding her down the hall toward the playroom, she held onto Noah Sheffield tightly as if she feared letting go of him would take him away from her. I can’t take not touching him… Once inside, he locked the door and led her to a frame that suited her request. Lovingly putting her wrists into velvet-lined manacles that stretched her arms out and away from her body, he then knelt in front of her and placed her ankles into a spreader bar. While a thick piece of wood supported her, it left enough room for 67

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender him to do whatever he wanted to her lower body—the feeling exhilarating. Next, he placed thick satin ribbons over her stomach which held her in a position so she could not move as she wanted. “I can collar you so that you cannot move at all…” “Please, Master, it’s what I want.” Noah nodded then went to a cabinet. From it, he pulled out a leather collar that he then placed around her neck, buckling it behind the frame as well. “How do you feel?” “Amazing,” she answered. “May I ask for one more thing?” “What?” “I want to be gagged. If I’m to be completely restrained then…” Nodding, Noah went back to the closet and returned to her with several choices. Fallon chose a leather gag that had a piece which she could bite down on. Moments later, he’d placed it on her, Fallon Mitchell rendered totally unable to move. “Are you all right?” Fallon nodded as she waited for Noah to do as she asked. She felt her body reacting to the restraints and knew he would push her limits—something she wanted more than anything. My God, this is amazing… **** Stepping back to look at Fallon, Noah groaned as his cock throbbed impatiently as it begged to be driven deep into her pussy. He’d never had a slave beg for this kind of restraint knowing what this would lead to. She wanted him to push her, her body languishing in her position and he’d yet to touch her. Going to another cabinet, he pulled out several things he knew she’d enjoy. Turning back to her, he grinned then bent to lave her extremely firm nipples. The moment he got them to a certain point, he pricked them then attached nipple clips. Her body 68

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender went rigid as tremors rippled through her. Next, he teased her clit and attached a clip to it, Fallon jolting. “If you enjoy these, I’ll be more than glad to pierce your lovely body so that you can enjoy the effect all the time. Would you like that?” Fallon nodded, her muffled yeses telling him her answer. Taking a length of fine gold chain, he attached it to the clips then tugged it, Fallon fighting the restraints as she tried to move. Seeing how she reacted spoke volumes, Noah pleased. “You have no clue how much I want to fuck you right now…” Again she nodded, her moans confirming her agreement. Noah teased her nipples with his tongue as his finger slid into her pussy. Adding two more, he finger fucked her, Fallon holding her reaction until he allowed it. “Come,” he whispered, Fallon trying to scream as she drenched his hand. Suddenly, he slapped her ass, Fallon jolting from the new stimulant. Massaging her skin, he repeated what he’d done several more times until he could tell how aroused she’d become. “Come,” he said, Fallon moaning as her body automatically obeyed one word. Beads of perspiration began to form all over her body, the heat between them insanely intense. “This is how this will work—I will stimulate your body until I take you to a certain point then I will say one word. When I do, you will obey. Do you understand?” Again she nodded, her body instinctively trying to push toward him as he teased her nipples. Noah grinned then went to the spreader bar and increased the distance her feet had been parted. When he had her in the right position, he stepped between her legs and thrust into her body as deep as he could. Once he touched a certain spot, he drew back 69

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender and thrust again—harder. The more he did this, the more her body begged for his as she fought the restraints. “Come,” he said. Fallon cried out, the gag muffling her voice as she drenched his cock with her essence. Her body shook out of control, kept on a unique high from the restraints. Noah watched her making sure they didn’t go too far but no matter what he chose to do, she went with it and begged for more. “Fallon, I think we should stop before…” Fallon shook her head as she tried to beg him not to stop. Noah nodded then removed the gag. “I want to hear you scream, Fallon—do you understand me?” “Yes, Master,” she said as she tightly closed her eyes while he moved in and out of her. Noah teased her nipples with his tongue while he tortured her with his cock. When he began pounding her body with his, he slipped his finger to her anus and pressed against it. Fallon jolted, gasping as another orgasm ripped through her. Noah fiercely took her giving her no mercy as she desired. When he reached the edge and teetered on it, he whispered one word. Fallon screamed as he fucked her, her body soaking his as she came. Her voice echoed in the room as she called his name begging for more. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Yes, Master, I am,” she averred. “You’ve given me everything I could ever want and more. Please, Noah, I want to be pushed past my limits but only by you.” Noah’s groan filled the room as the Dominant obeyed his slave. “I will push you, Fallon—farther than you could ever imagine.” “Then don’t make me wait, Master.” 70

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Chapter 4 The minute Wilkes had taken care of two others connected with the case landing him in prison, he set his sights on the last player in his twisted game. Had the prosecutor remained in England, he’d be dead right now as Wilkes had planned to go after Noah Sheffield first, though he did have to give the man credit for taking his vow at sentencing seriously. The only problem— Sheffield had become harder to locate. I can wait… After using yet another disguise, he headed to an Internet bar and began researching Noah Sheffield whose trail had literally gone frigid soon after the trial. It amazed Wilkes that, as successful as Sheffield proved to be to the Crown Services, he seemed to have pulled up stakes and vanished. Coward or smart—maybe both… “I will find you,” Wilkes muttered as he searched the worldwide web for his nemesis. Searching various subjects including names and variations, legal directories and records as well as anything else he could think of that might be related to Sheffield, he continued to come up empty. No way the man just fell off the bloody earth meaning Wilkes had to think globally. Next, he checked Australia, Canada, India and several other countries with strong ties to England leaving only one he had not checked—the United States. Tapping into Google, Wilkes groaned at the long list of Sheffields in the American legal profession. Not only did he find at least one Sheffield in every major city, he also found numerous Sheffields in not so big cities as well as numerous justices on every lev72

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender el. Taking out his notebook, he painstakingly wrote down every single name and any pertinent information about them in case any proved to be his quarry. Several pages and hours later, he began narrowing the list down. By the time he stopped for the evening, he’d eliminated about a third of the list due to age, gender, and several other criteria. Leaving the bar, he returned to where he’d been staying and looked at what he’d done. Recopying the remainder of the list, he took the original and burned the pages so no one would be able to see what he’d been looking into. Flushing the ashes down the loo, he hid the other pages in the case where he kept his disguises and turned in. “I will find you, Sheffield—it’s only a matter of time.” **** “Sheffield.” “Noah, it’s Jerry. I’ve got some interesting news about your past.” “What?” “The inspector who did the major part of the investigation into the Wilkes case has been found murdered.” “How?” “Whoever did it clubbed him then shoved the pin shaft of his badge into his heart.” “That sure sends a message, doesn’t it?” “A sick one, my friend,” Jerry said. “What are you going to do?” “I can’t do anything at the moment,” Noah stated. “I don’t know where he is and he obviously hasn’t found me…” “Yet,” Jerry finished. “Right,” Noah said, that one word sending a chill through him. “Where are you?” “On my way to Fallon’s to pick up some clothes for her.” 73

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Then stay at the house—at least until Tony finds something out.” “As much as I hate having this drive me into hiding, Fallon’s involved and I have to worry about her as well.” “It’s early yet—distance yourself from her.” “Wilkes will use her whether I do that or not. No, she’s safer with me.” “If you say so,” Jerry said. “I’ll tell Jonathan and your secretary.” “Sounds good. If anyone asks, I’ve gone out of town to research the case and took Fallon with me.” “I still don’t like her being involved.” “It could be you, Jonathan or anyone. I’m not safe to be around but out of all of us, she’s the easiest one for me to protect. At least I have an idea about the house or wherever we might go.” “True but…” “Listen, mate, I appreciate this and all the updates but if I distance myself from anyone, it’s you or anyone who works at the firm. He’ll go for someone extremely close and unfortunately right now, she’s it.” “What about your schedule on the bench?” “Get Barbara to rearrange my schedules—both at the office and the courthouse. As far as I know, I have a light schedule this week so the cases can easily be reassigned.” “You realize if this gets out, they’ll assign some kind of guard or police presence to you?” “I hope to keep this quiet until we absolutely need to say something. If Wilkes suspects the cops are involved, he’ll wait me out until they’re taken off the protection assignment and then he’ll strike. I can’t spend my life waiting for him—better to take care of it now.” “I will help in any way I can but I really wish you’d handle things differently.” 74

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Fallon already knows everything but the latest and she refused to leave. I did give her the choice and she chose to stay.” “I hope you both know what you’re doing.” “So do I, mate,” Noah said. “So do I.” **** Noah slid Fallon’s key into her door then entered her apartment. As he looked around, he learned a little bit more about his submissive. He could see she read a lot finding what he figured to be her book of choice—Julie Garwood’s Sizzle—on the coffee table. He’d heard of the author but his tastes went more toward Bernard Cornwell’s Sharpe series. Grabbing the book, he continued his self-guided tour. In the kitchen, he found cat dishes and other evidence of a pet in residence. Pulling out his cell phone, he called her. “Hello…” “Should I be jealous?” “Of?” “I see evidence of a pet.” “Shit! I forgot about her—she’s my Persian and her name is Snoopy.” “Snoopy is a beagle.” “I know but when I tried to name her, I couldn’t think of anything but she kept snooping in everything I did so it stuck.” “What does she look like?” “She’s a pure white doll face and she’s very friendly and curious. If you don’t mind bringing her with you…” “Interesting.” “What?” “Two for the price of one.” Fallon’s laugh sent heat running through his body. While he didn’t particularly like cats, the woman he loved did so he would make room in his life for her pet. Now, to find her… 75

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Once in Fallon’s bedroom, he found a suitcase and began packing it with what she’d need for an extended stay at the house. Totally naked works… Realistically, he knew she needed clothes though his visions of her au natural set his body on fire. Placing her book in first, he piled what she’d need in the suitcase. As he returned from grabbing some things off her bureau, he stopped for a moment and grinned. In the center of what he’d packed sat a pure white cat looking at him with eyes full of mixed emotions. “You must be Snoopy,” he said as he eased his hand around the animal to pick her up. “Fallon said you might be nosing about.” Hearing the cat purr, he continued to hold her while he finished packing. After putting Fallon’s luggage by the door, he found a paper bag and packed all of Snoopy’s food and some other things the cat had and put that by the door as well. Somehow, he found a way to pack the car while not losing sight of the cat whose curiosity about him seemed to grow as she watched him. Finally with everything in the car, Noah locked the door to her apartment and carried Snoopy out to the Aston. Sliding behind the wheel of it, he prayed the cat would be all right traveling. Before he started the car, he placed a quick call to Fallon. “Hello?” “It’s me,” he said. “I have a question.” “About Snoopy?” “How did you know?” “She’s the only thing you are unsure of.” “Does she travel in a car well?” “I don’t know. I haven’t had the chance to find out.” “Wonderful,” he said. “Meet me by the entrance to the garage.” “How long will you be?” “I’ll call you as I near the driveway.” 76

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Good luck.” “Thanks,” he said as he ended the call and slipped his cell into his pocket. Starting the car, he waited to see what would happen and sighed with relief when the cat curled up in the seat next to him. Ah, the makings of a beautiful friendship… A short time later, he pulled into the garage and shut the car off. Gently grabbing the cat, he got out of the car and went inside meeting Fallon almost immediately. Handing her cat to her, Noah gave her a kiss while teasing her nipple. “No shirt?” “I have no clothes so I went with it. I thought you’d approve.” “I do,” he said. “I sure as hell do.” **** Once he helped her settle into the house as a resident and not an overnight visitor, Noah told Fallon to dress in something simple. “I want to take you for a walk around the property so you can see the grounds.” “Then I’m ready.” “I know you are but we’re going down toward the inlet and I’m not about to let strange people get a look at my wife-to-be. I told you—I refuse to share you with anyone, especially since you will be Mrs. Noah Sheffield as soon as it’s possible.” “You’ve had news, haven’t you?” “Get dressed and we’ll walk but as I said— something…simple…” Fallon nodded, gave him a kiss then left him to go upstairs. When she returned, she wore a paisley strapless dress. While a drawstring held the top of it above her breasts, the smocking also created a tight waistline for what he considered a very short skirt. Good choice on that one… “Do you approve, Master?” 77

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Very much,” he replied as he pulled her into a kiss. “Let’s go.” While they walked, he showed her the stables and pastures, the gardens which needed a little work then the lower lawns. “This is beautiful,” she said. “Do you have a gardener?” “Actually, I don’t. I’m not really into gardening so I really would not know if what some stranger planted here would be to my liking.” “I could do it for you, if you’d like…” “You would?” “Yes, Master,” she said playfully. “And if I desire a naked gardener?” “Why not? No one can see the gardens unless they’re flying over…” “What about work?” “Considering what you’ve brought back of my things plus Snoopy, I don’t think you plan to let me leave here in the near future. Mind you, I love it here and as long as my boss doesn’t mind, it leads me to believe the threat has increased.” “How do you read me so well?” “If I’m right, it’s part of my being your sub. Besides, I’ve always had a knack of being able to read people.” “You will make a good attorney.” “After the threat is gone and we’re married—then I might consider law school.” “Might?” “Noah, seriously, I haven’t been with anyone since I met you online. I’d been off the pill because being in an Internet relationship didn’t require birth control. We’ve been going at it like nature intended so I could very well be pregnant now or…” Noah pulled her tight against him, the thought of Fallon carrying his child overwhelming him. “Are you upset with me?” 78

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah pulled back grinning. “I am overjoyed at the prospect,” he said. “The timing I worry about because of…” “What’s the latest?” she asked as her fingertips ran up and down his back comforting him. “He murdered the chief inspector on the case—this time even more gruesome than the others.” “Noah, I…” “Fallon, my love, we will survive this. I’ve got good friends, Tony’s running down leads as we speak and I swear as a man deeply in love with you that I will protect you. Once he’s out of our lives, we will be married and if you are pregnant, I’ll be the happiest man ever.” “And my training?” “All the more fun…” “I love you, Noah.” “I love you, too, Fallon,” he said. “You are an amazing woman and I thank God you came into my life.” “And they say online sex and relationships are bad things.” Noah pulled her into a kiss holding her as tightly as he could. “Come, I want to show you the mill.” Leading her down the lawn toward the river, he told her a little bit of the property’s history. “It has been a working mill for over a hundred and fifty years. Up until about twenty years ago, the locals had their grain ground here but it couldn’t keep up with the granary downriver so it fell into some disrepair. When I bought the property and learned about its existence, I had a friend research the possibility of using it to power the house somehow. It’s been refitted to go into operation once the river rises enough to operate it.” “What do you mean?” “The house’s main power source is solar but we do get a heavy amount of rain here annually and the river usually rises sig79

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender nificantly. If it goes above a certain point, the sensor tells an electric motor to start the millworks up. Once it’s up and running, it’s all hydro thanks to the water wheel—until the water level recedes. It’s very efficient and I’ve worked out a very good deal with the local power company. The place has even been written about in Architectural Digest and one or two others.” “My Master is green, I see…” “Way before it became the in thing. Alternative power has long been an interest of mine.” As they neared the entrance to the mill, a large sailboat drifted by. They watched it pass, everyone waving. “Now, you see why I wanted you dressed.” “Yes, Master,” she said. “Thank you.” Once inside, he lit some lanterns to show her the inside of the mill. Coming up behind her, he slipped his hand underneath the skirt of the dress and groaned finding her wearing nothing underneath. “You little minx…” “For you—anything,” she said as she turned to face him. Forgetting the reason for them being at the mill, Noah pulled her head back gazing into her eyes. Bending to kiss her, he whispered in her ear. “Be yourself—no matter what,” he said before his lips covered hers, their tongues dancing. His hand held her head tight to him while his other shoved the top of her dress down to her waist exposing her breasts. Massaging one, his thumb found her hardened nipple and brushed over it. He felt her body jolt as he continued, her soft moan filling his mouth. Quickly, she removed the dress then started working on his clothes. Fortunately, he’d chosen a tee shirt and wind pants—the kind that snap up and down both sides. Moments later, she held his cock in her hand squeezing him. 80

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender His kiss more demanding, Noah kissed her as if his life depended on it. Maybe it does. I can’t lose her—not now, not ever… “I have an office upstairs,” he said. “Carry me away then…” Grabbing their clothes and handing them to her, Noah picked her up then carried her upstairs. As soon as he made his way into the office, he headed straight for the desk sweeping everything off of it before laying her on it. Spreading her legs, he thrust his cock deep inside her, Fallon gasping as she dug her nails into his muscular back. “Put your arms over your head and grab the desk.” Immediately, she obeyed, Noah groaning at the sight of her gorgeous sexy body splayed across the polished wood as it had been in the boardroom. Unable to be patient with her like this, he pulled her closer before pounding his cock into her at a feverish pace. The sight of her breasts moving in time with his fucking her drove him more. Grabbing her hips, he held her tight. “Your tits are driving me insane.” “I’m yours, Noah,” she said as an orgasm caused her to arch her back as she gripped the edge of the desk. “Tell me what you feel.” “Noah!” she screamed as his hot essence filled her. Her legs wrapped around his hips refusing to let go of him as her body enveloped his shaft making him her prisoner. Bending to kiss her, their tongues danced. Slowly, he thrust into her needing to keep her on an adrenaline rush before he took her over the edge once more—one of the many intended times before they went back to the house. Taking her nipple between his teeth, he flicked his tongue over it while he pricked her other one. Again, her body arched closer though she did not let go of the desk. “Your tits are bloody amazing,” he whispered as he laved her nipple. 81

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Your cock is fucking magnificent,” she gasped as another orgasm ripped through her. Despite the natural chill of the mill, beads of sweat glistened off their bodies in the late afternoon sunlight. The heat between them rose and despite the threat looming over them, they conceived their future.

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Chapter 5 When they returned to the main house after sunset, Noah and Fallon did not bother dressing. Near the upper lawn, Noah felt devilish as he stopped Fallon from walking any further. Placing their clothes on one of the wooden lawn chairs, he pulled her close gazing into her eyes. “Fallon Mitchell, as my sub, my lover and most likely the mother of my child, I ask you,” he began before slipping onto one knee, “will you marry me?” “Noah Sheffield, my Dom, my lover and most likely the father of my child—yes, I will happily marry you.” Pulling her down into the thick wet grass, Noah made lazy love to her. Their bodies soaked from the dew, they didn’t care as they had each other. “What would you say if I suggested Shibari?” “I am your pleasure, Master, but I have one request.” “What?” “If you plan to do what I think, then pierce my nipples at their most aroused. I want the pain/pleasure and only at your hand.” “I will but I can only put in gold rings. I have no diamonds on hand.” “That’s fine,” she said. “What have I done to deserve you?” “I’m not sure since I haven’t figured out what I’ve done.” Gazing into her eyes, Noah languished in their beauty. Thrusting into her, he commanded her to wait until he allowed her to 83

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender come only Fallon had already decided to do just that. As soon as she reached the point he wanted her to be at, he said one word. “Come.” Fallon cried out as her body completely went out of control, the orgasm overwhelming her. Noah’s cock reveled in her wet heat as he continued to hold it deep inside her, the force of her orgasm overflowing into him as it drove him to fuck her again. “Fallon, I can’t help myself. I’m at your mercy,” he gasped. “Then don’t stop and don’t be easy. I love you, Noah, and I want you to be a very satisfied Dominant.” “And you?” “As you’ve told me—your pleasure is mine.” Noah filled her, his release exploding into her as he came. Fallon had been holding her reaction again then her stamina failed her as she drenched his shaft once more. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer.” “I’m glad,” he gasped as he rolled them onto their sides in the wet grass. While the last remnants of her latest climax coursed through her, Noah suckled her nipple, her body under his control once again. The touch of her hand on his cheek sent more heat though him as she gently turned him to face her. “Noah, promise me you’ll never hold back.” “I promise, Mistress,” he said before he suckled her nipple again. “Then fuck me until I’m so overpowered by you that I pass out.” “Anything, Fallon,” he whispered. “Anything.” **** Noah and Fallon enjoyed a leisurely hot shower together before he led her to the locked door secreting what had become their playroom instead of his. Locking them inside and placing the key in 84

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender a small dish on a table by the door, Noah then pulled her into a kiss holding her tight. Fallon drew back a little, then presented herself to her Master. “Is my slave absolutely positive about this?” “Yes, Master, I am.” “Shibari is an ancient practice using knots to torture the senses unless one is on the wrong end of an interrogation—then it becomes another story. It can be done with rope or satin or anything else that will bring about the desired response. I have several types of bindings,” he said as he opened the door of one of the larger cabinets off to their right. Fallon looked at different lengths and thicknesses of rope, satin ribbons, satin cording, silk ribbon and cording and leather straps. Reaching for the satin cording, she handed it to Noah then she touched the leather as if changing her mind. “Fallon?” “I want leather also—for my hands and feet, maybe a collar while the satin touches my most sensitive areas.” “As you wish, my beautiful slave. I have something else for you as well.” Fallon watched him gather what he’d need to restrain her, her body aroused from the anticipation of what Noah would do next. His grin told her how he felt, Fallon pleased. As he explained a little more about what he’d do, they crossed the room to what she could only describe as a leather table. Lifting her onto it, he feathered kisses along her neck before his hands framed her face. Kissing her almost made Fallon behave badly but Noah had already raised her onto a new plateau, the feelings amazing. First, he took her hands and placed leather cuffs on them followed by her ankles. 85

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Kneel, please,” he quietly commanded, Fallon obeying without hesitation. Taking what looked like carabiners, he fastened her hands to her ankles which, she noticed, pushed her chest out a little more. She watched him pull the satin cording along the table between her legs wondering what he intended to do but the moment he strapped her upper leg to her lower then placed a spreader bar between them, she knew. He won’t let me curl up for any reason. Next, he placed a leather belt at her waist followed by the collar she’d requested. Tying one end of the cording to a loop at the back of the belt, he then slipped the other end through a ring on the front of it. The way he did this, he could tighten or loosen it without losing the desired effect. Her breath caught as he applied a tiny bit of pressure, the satin knot against her pussy causing her to climax. “Hold your reaction,” he said. “I’m trying, Master, but the sensations are overpowering.” “You can do this,” he assured her. With her body trembling despite her willpower, Noah bound her breasts. As he tightened the satin, she felt her body tingle as it felt like the blood rushed to her nipples while heat followed. Noah blew over her extremely firm buds, the sensations making her want to come out of her skin. “How do you feel, slave?” “Like I’m going to burst. I’m extremely sensitive and feel everything intensely.” “Good,” he said as he opened another cabinet and chose what he would need in order to pierce her nipples. “Does my slave want a bit gag?” “For?” she asked, her breathing quicker. “To bite down on when I pierce your nipples.” “Yes, please.” 86

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “As you wish,” he said as he chose one that appeared to be the same design as a horse’s bit. “While similar, what you will bite down on has more give than a metal bit.” Fallon nodded, her body begging for release. Opening her mouth, she felt him gently place it between her teeth. “Make sure it’s comfortable,” he advised, Fallon nodding as she bit down on it. Nodding again, she waited while he secured it in place. Feeling his gaze bearing down on her increased her arousal, her body aching for release. “Very good,” he complimented her as he pricked her nipples, the sensation electrifying her senses. Easing her onto her back, her knees now up as her feet pressed flat against the leather, Fallon felt the support of the firm table. The way Noah had restrained her, her back lay flat and not on her arms. “I am going to tell you what you are desperate to hear. When you obey, I will pierce your nipples. Is that what you want?” Fallon nodded, moaning behind the bit. “As you wish.” Grabbing the cording, he looped it tighter around the carabiner, the firm yet soft material bearing down on her clit. She could feel her heartbeat as it pounded rhythmically, her mind threatening to override her desire to obey Noah’s wishes. Noah pinched her left nipple, her body almost jolting. The pounding of her heart increased, this time in several spots as opposed to one. Her hands clenched as she watched him, her inner torment overwhelming. “Come,” he commanded as he pressed the sharp tip of the piercing rod into her skin. Waves of sensation crashed over her as her body finally received its reward. She could feel the bindings restrain her body as it wanted to react, the experience amazing. Deep in the climax 87

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender overtaking her, she heard him say, “Come,” again though unsure if she actually did or not. It didn’t matter as her body overrode her sanity. She thought she felt another pinch—maybe two—but she couldn’t be sure. As much as the gag would allow her to, Fallon cried out as her body reveled in the erotic ecstasy overtaking her. She’d read where the sexual stimulation caused by the bindings led to an amazing result but in no way did the article’s description of the feelings come anywhere near what Noah had brought on. Fallon felt as if she floated on her back in a warm tropical pool in a secluded cove. Ripples of divine pleasure coursed through her body, the heat intense. She drifted as if the water caressed her holding her safe and knowing Noah would be with her made everything absolutely perfect. I believe I have it all… **** Noah completed the second piecing and decided to pierce her navel while she languished in ecstasy, her body no longer hers to control as it enjoyed several stimuli at one time. Once done, he gazed at Fallon’s gorgeous body’s new adornments for a few moments before he released her from the restraints beginning with her legs which he gently stretched out and massaged as soon as he freed them. As soon as he did, her body relaxed some as more erotically charged tremors coursed through her. Easing her out of the cording, he set to unbinding her breasts but before he did, he removed the bit once he could relax her jaws enough to take it out. As he removed the binding, he massaged her breast careful not to hurt her while making sure she suffered no adverse effects from the piercings. Flicking his tongue over her bud, her body bucked then relaxed, Noah pleased she’d taken the piercings well. Checking the belly piercing, he reached for a charm that he attached to the gold ring he’d placed on her—the charm of the Sheffield family coat of arms. Elated that she’d accepted the body jewelry so far, he knew she deserved rest. Carrying her over to the bed, 88

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender he gently laid her on it then pulled a lightweight satin sheet over her. Sitting in a chair nearby knowing if he slid in next to her, he wouldn’t be able to control his desires, Noah watched her sleep and waited for her to wake up. His cell phone rang but he ignored it—Fallon the only important thing in his life. **** Tony Sharpe had been trying to reach Noah Sheffield for the better part of the evening with no luck. Numerous voice mails and text messages remaining unanswered concerned him. At Jerry Norton’s request, he’d been trying to find out the status of the situation back home in London. The news not good and getting worse by the moment, he needed to speak with his good friend sooner rather than later. Sharpe sat back remembering the day Wilkes had been sentenced—though Tony couldn’t remember the laundry list of charges he’d been convicted of—and how the man reacted by screaming violent threats at those involved in his future. So far, three people had been murdered all with something on their bodies linking them back to the trial. The jurist’s powdered wig on his advocate, the gavel literally buried in the judge’s skull while the man died on the bench and now the police inspector’s badge piercing his heart—all signatures and all leading back to Wilkes yet Wilkes had literally dropped out of sight. London City Police and Scotland Yard had no clue as to his whereabouts, the search for the escaped convict ongoing. Tony didn’t like that the man had vanished but at the moment, Wilkes had literally tied their hands putting Sheffield in danger along with anyone Wilkes chose to use against him. Yes, the other victims had huge parts in his being found guilty but Wilkes always blamed Noah more because of his meticulous prosecution—the reason Noah caught the case in the first place. 89

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender While he waited to hear back from Noah on the latest turn of events, Tony began listing points of concern, making notes on how to handle Noah’s security. Something bothered him—an unknown—and it would until he spoke with Noah. “Come on, mate, call me back.” **** Fallon stirred, stretching as she woke more. Noah immediately went to her side needing to know how she felt. Wanting to check the piercings, he didn’t have to worry about moving the sheet, Fallon’s movements while sleeping having taken care of that already. “Hi,” she said, the haze of satisfaction in her eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked as he held her hand and traced circles on the back of it. “Exhausted.” “Interesting—you’ve just slept about six hours straight.” “I did?” she asked as she tried to sit up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” “It would have surprised me if you had not…” “Did you do it?” “Take a look.” Fallon gazed at her breasts, her nipples pierced with gold rings—simple yet elegant and much like the man. She moved a little to get a better view but felt the sheet catch on something as it slid away. “Noah, what did you do?” “We’d discussed navel as well and I just couldn’t let a great orgasm go to waste. If you’ll notice, there’s a charm on the ring.” “A charm?” “The Sheffield coat of arms. All the men in the family give it to the women they plan to marry though I believe you’re the first to wear it as a belly charm.” “You devilish man,” she softly admonished him. “You’ve branded me.” 90

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Damned straight,” he said then softening his tone, he told her, “If you don’t…” “I love it. It’s so uniquely you.” “You aren’t upset?” “No, I’m glad you did it all at once plus the charm is special to you and your family. I’m proud and privileged to wear it. Besides, I’ve never been any good at taking needles…” “You’d never know it. You handled it like a champion.” “Only because I couldn’t figure out what to concentrate on.” “Whatever you did worked.” “What we did—you did actually—absolutely amazing. I never imagined going that far.” “We can go farther.” “I can’t wait. I’ve read about binding and how it arouses the one bound but what I read didn’t even come close to what I experienced earlier.” “Nor have I.” “Am I the first?” “Yes.” “Good, I hate being an also-ran,” she said then she yawned. “Go to sleep, Fallon. When you wake up, we have some things to discuss.” “About?” “Our future, the baby…” Fallon yawned again, her eyes closing. Noah kissed her then sat back to watch her. After she’d fallen into a sound sleep, he carried her to the master suite and put her to bed. Once he made sure of her comfort, he took a shower then afterward, he slipped in bed next to her and fell asleep with Fallon in his arms. Life is good but only with her… **** Noah finally returned Tony’s call, his friend yelling at him for not getting back to him sooner. 91

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Things are going from bad to worse and you decide to go in communicado.” “Talk to me,” Noah said, knowing Tony never got upset like this unless he had a bloody good reason. Tony told him everything, Noah making notes on a legal pad he kept by the phone in case it became needed. “In your honest opinion, how long do you think we have before the asshole comes to the States then finds me?” “A week, maybe two at most. The judge had been on holiday with his wife so he took care of his advocate. As far as I can tell, you’re the last one on the list and he’s taken care of everyone without haste.” “Bloody hell! How good of a trail did we leave?” “With the Internet, I’d say extremely good once he weeds through all the Sheffields and narrows the list down to specifics— that’s what I based my time frame on.” “Then start planning on security and make sure it’s for two.” “Two?” “Fallon is in the middle of all this and you know Wilkes will use her to get to me. I need to make sure she’s protected at all costs.” “Mate, what is she to you?” “Perfection.” “Be more specific.” “When this is all over, I want you to stand for me.” “Shit! Do you realize… ” “Fallon and I have been in a relationship for months. Once we finally met, we both knew it would be right. She’s everything I need and more.” “Even…” “Yes, even that. She’s a natural.” “And she knows about Wilkes?” “Everything.” 92

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “And the fool refuses to leave you?” “In a word—yes,” Noah answered before he snickered. Had it been anyone but Tony—Jerry and Jonathan included, as well—he would not have appreciated the sarcastic crack. “I will do what I can. Should I employ the usual assistants?” “I leave it to your discretion. I trust whoever you do.” “I’ll be in touch.” “Good.” “Oh, mate?” “What?” “Congratulations. It’s about time you settled down.” “Hopefully, we can. If Wilkes wins…” “He won’t—not if we’re on our game. We’ve also got Interpol involved as well. I called a friend of mine there and he’s offered whatever help we need plus I’ve got the authority to take this guy out permanently.” “I’m impressed.” “You should be.” Noah ended the call and looked at his notes. This fucking sucks—the timing… **** Fallon came out of the bathroom and saw Noah deep in thought. “New case?” “Very old one,” he replied. “That one?” she asked, referring to the Wilkes case. “Yes,” he said as he held out his hand to her. Taking it, she let him pull her to him, his arm snaking around her to hold her tight against him. Fallon listened to what Tony had told Noah, her stomach tightening. The thought that someone from Noah’s past could screw up their future angered her but being held by Noah calmed her. “What are we going to do?” 93

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “We are going to sit tight here at the house while Tony and some of his associates take care of our security.” “But shouldn’t you call the police? I mean they are trained in this sort of work.” “They are but he’s working with Interpol on this so in essence the police have been called. He’s very good at what he does and I trust him with our lives.” “But…” “Tony helped me leave London without a trace. We’ve been safe here for a while—ever since I left Harvard. He’s been taking care of my security for a long time.” “If you really trust him that much…” “I do,” he said quietly. “Then I trust you to know what’s best. After all, if I’m to hole up here and not go out, then you will have all the time in the world to protect me as you’ve sworn to do.” “And I will.” “Good,” she said. “Now, what can we do in the meantime?” “My slave is impatient.” “Damn straight and I’ll take whatever punishment you’ll dole out. Forgive me for…” Noah pulled her into a kiss, Fallon melting into him. His hand went to her ass and rubbed it before he slipped it between her legs. Her gasp pleased him as he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs further apart. Sliding two fingers into her wet heat, Noah finger fucked her without holding back. Fallon wanted to cry out but refused to give in to weakness. She loved Noah Sheffield with everything in her and she would not embarrass him by expecting answers to every question. Some answers would be better off not answered. While he attended to her body, Fallon did her best to behave though Noah made it hard. The fact he’d pulled something long from the drawer of the nightstand went unnoticed until he bound 94

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender her wrists to the headboard. Once he had, he moved down her body feathering kisses along the path he traced. “Fallon, are you all right?” “Yes,” she answered breathlessly, her body already heating up more than a mere few moments before. “Please, Noah, don’t be careful. I want you to take me with everything in you.” Noah groaned as he buried his face between her legs and tongue fucked her. Her body shook out of control as she neared the edge but she did her best to not come until he allowed it. “Come.” One word and Fallon literally fell apart as the orgasm washed over her. She cried out as he continued laying siege to her senses, Fallon begging for more. “Please, Master, please use me.” “As you wish…” **** When Fallon woke, she saw Noah coming out of the dressing room slipping into the designer jacket to one of his suits. Watching him, she felt her body react wanting him next to her. “Where are you off to?” she asked. “Did I wake you?” “You not being in bed next to me did.” “Forgive me, Mistress, but I think I’d better make an appearance at the office before my employees begin to wonder. I never miss work—as you know.” “I thought Barbara rearranged your schedule for you.” “She did but only for one or two days. Do you realize we’ve been holed up here for the better part of a week? I don’t want to raise suspicions any more than they have been.” “I’ll go with you…” “No, I had Barbara post a memo that you’d be on a leave of absence due to personal reasons.” “Noah, no—I can’t ask for special privileges…” 95

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You’re not. You’re safe here. I don’t want you seen on the street with me if Wilkes has made it here. Tony’s given me breathing time of a week, maybe two but I don’t trust Wilkes. He could very well have been here for a while and…” “Noah, I am safe with you…” “Right now, I’m not safe to be with—at least not openly. Here is where I can keep my vow to protect you. Tony’s sending some of our associates over to act as security until this is over.” “Do I embarrass you?” she suddenly asked, the suddenness of the question startling them both. “No, Fallon—never. I want the world to know about us and after Wilkes has been taken care of—I intend to show you off and if you want, I’ll give you a huge wedding and invite all the relatives and friends you want. I just can’t risk your life…” Fallon gazed at him, her stomach tight from the latest news threatening them. Or is it… “Noah, I don’t want to be away from you. My father always told me about safety in numbers.” Noah ran his fingertips along the side of her face, Fallon leaning toward them. “I need to know you will not be hurt by him. If he finds me, my death will not be pretty and I can’t allow you to be a part of something that heinous. I want you to…” “But…” “You have the future growing inside you to worry about. Don’t let him take that from you, which he will if he finds out.” Tears came to her eyes as she realized the scope of the situation. As one ran down her cheek, he brushed it away, “I’m sorry—I know you’re right but…” “This is killing me more than you know. I don’t like living on the edge like this, especially now.” Fallon suddenly sat up, the sheet falling away from her exposing her nudity. She pulled him into a kiss—one filled with urgency 96

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender that she did not understand though it pushed her. Her hand slipped under his jacket needing to be as close to him as she could—the fact he wore no tee shirt and a soft silk shirt helpful. His arms wrapped around her enfolding her like a cocoon making her feel safe. Pulling her tighter, she let her other arm slip from his neck and wrapped it around his body, her hands meeting. “Fallon…” “I love you, Noah,” she gasped. “I trust you so I’ll stay here while you go into the office but I’m being bad and telling you I don’t like this.” “Here…” he said, handing her a small velvet pouch. “What’s this?” “It’s your key to the playroom. If you fear anything, go there and lock yourself in until it’s safe. No one can break into it thanks to the construction I told you about.” “A dungeon for a panic room—I like it.” “While I’m gone, get some things you believe you might need and put them in there.” She nodded then kissed him again, her body aching for his. “Do we have time?” “The sooner I get going, the sooner I’ll be back,” he said, Fallon pouting. “While you’re in the playroom, pick one toy and pleasure yourself—that’s an order.” “Yes, Master,” she said, laying her head against his chest. “Fallon, I’ve never known love with any other woman like I do with you. Please, I need to know you are safe here so I can deal with the threat.” Again, Fallon nodded. “Walk me to the door. I want to gaze on your gorgeous body.” “A last memory?” “No, the basis of our future.” 97

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Chapter 6 Gray Robb’s life had been in turmoil since his firing from Sheffield, Ross & Norton. True to what they’d said, none of the other high profile firms would even talk to him, much less hire him. Between his former firm and his reputation at the courthouse, he’d basically been screwed. Pacing back and forth in his apartment, he looked at his options hating every one of them. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t have enough money to set up his own practice and, after his things had been gone through, he had no prospective client lists either. Any chance he had at the public defenders’ office or the district attorney’s had been blown as well considering the sitting DA hated him because of his courtroom antics. Litigation for contracts and staving off strikes had not been why he spent time in law school. He wanted to be a trial lawyer and he felt he’d been a good one. In the courtroom, he felt exhilarated and alive. Working in a discipline of law that would not see the inside of that world had never been on his to-do list and he didn’t intend to start now. A knock on his door startled him. Going to the door, he peeked through the small peephole and saw a uniformed man standing in the hall. “Who is it?” he said. “FedEx with a special delivery for Gray Robb.” He opened the door, signed for the envelope and closed it once the deliveryman had left. Walking to his desk, he sat down and opened it wondering who would have sent him something 99

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender when he had no friends who cared enough and no cases to work on. Pulling out a single sheet of paper, he checked the envelope again to make sure he had not missed anything but found only emptiness. He then read it. If you want to get even with Sheffield, be at the Arch at midnight. Looking at the back side of the paper then the front again, Robb reread the sentence—several times. What the hell… **** Ralph Wilkes finally tracked Noah Sheffield to St. Louis, Missouri. Considering the lengths Sheffield’d gone to in order to cover his tracks once he left London, locating him at a law firm bearing his name of all things made him snicker though he admired the fact his enemy had literally hid in plain sight—novel idea. Doing some in-depth research into the firm, Sheffield’s partners and his employees as well as those he associated with at the courthouse, Wilkes came away with a great deal of information that needed to be carefully sorted through in order to find the right situation for what he planned. Ruling out the partners, his secretary and her personal assistant, most of the employees and the justices he worked with when sitting on the Federal bench, he found nothing but squeaky clean and aboveboard—namely, boring. No one is that beyond reproach… By accident, he discovered information on a former employee recently terminated by the firm. Out of curiosity, he called the Bar Association in St. Louis asking for references for Gray Robb. “I need a trial attorney and wondered about him.” “You would be better off choosing another attorney. Mister Robb no longer has courtroom privileges because of his antics in court which angered several of the justices. Sanctions have been initiated against him for an indefinite period of time as well.” “What firm does he work at?” 100

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “According to the recent updates for attorney status, he is no longer employed by any firm.” “Would you have any idea why?” “No, sir,” she said, though Wilkes could tell she knew something more. “Off the record, what happened?” he coaxed. “I’ve heard of his firing from Sheffield, Ross & Norton and that he’s very disgruntled about how he’s being treated in the legal community.” “Would you have his address?” “Are you sure, sir?” “He sounds exactly like what I’m looking for.” By the time he hung up, he had Robb’s address and his means to an end. His plan—get Robb involved and let him take the fall for Sheffield’s murder. While he’d been open with the other murders leaving obvious clues as to who perpetrated the crimes, he decided that he’d like to settle down in the United States and not in some prison. To do that, Robb would take the blame if not end up dead himself. He sent an anonymous invitation to Robb and waited for midnight to see if the man would join him. Meeting at the famous Arch near the river, Wilkes figured if Robb proved to be a problem, he would end up as a floater in the huge waterway, their ties unconnected. While he waited, he went over his notes adding to them. Having checked out Sheffield’s property located in Florissant, he learned about an old grist mill which sat on the lower end of it. Still in operation when the river rose thanks to heavy rains, it would be the perfect place to cleanse his life of the one man who had diligently carried out the Queen’s prosecution. Noah Sheffield will pay and pay dearly. Switching on the late evening news, he listened intently to the weather report for the next few days. 101

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Heavy rain expected over the next few days. Severe thunderstorm warnings and flood watches will be in effect… “Perfect,” he said as he wrote down the forecast on a sheet of paper. Surfing channels, he settled into watching a movie made in the late 60’s, early 70’s. Interested in one of the plot devices, he made more notations on the paper next to him. Everything is falling into place… **** At midnight, Gray Robb stood near a bench by the walkway leading up to the famed arch overlooking the Mississippi River. He knew it had something to do with Lewis and Clark’s expeditions west but he’d never been one for history unless he cited historical cases. Looking at his watch, he realized he had a few minutes longer to wait. Sitting on the bench, he looked around seeing different people—singles, couples, groups—of all ages out late at night as they went about their business. He wondered how many of them would have need of a lawyer at some point in their lives but then again, it wouldn’t be him—Sheffield and associates had taken care of that. “Mister Robb,” someone said, the voice behind him. “Don’t turn around.” Robb sat still, afraid of what the man behind him would do if he did turn around yet interested in what he had to say. “You will answer my questions—truthfully and completely. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “You are recently of Sheffield, Ross & Norton?” “Recently? I don’t know what you mean.” “Recently employed.” “Yes.” “Why did you leave?” “They fired me.” 102

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Why?” Robb launched into an explanation why, even going so far as to mention the firm’s search of his personal things before they returned them. “Your feelings about this?” “I’m mad as hell.” “Would you like to get even?” “Hell, yeah! I can’t get a job because of them and those uptight justices at the Federal level. All they think I’m good for is back room litigation—seen and not heard. Damned straight I want to settle the score. I’m ruined.” “Tell me what you know about Sheffield’s personal life.” “I believe he’s banging one of his employees while going against his own rules.” “Go on.” “The bastard stole my secretary right before he fired me.” “And?” “He has certain standards as any uppity Brit does. Right before they sacked me, he called my secretary upstairs for a special assignment—something about a fresh opinion on a high-powered case only I know the case doesn’t exist. Next thing I know, she’d been promoted to his office. Now, from what I hear, she’s out on an extended leave of absence due to personal reasons.” “How do you know about the case?” “Just say I know where—and when—to go looking.” “And how do you know?” Wilkes asked after waiting for the right moment. “There’s a back stairway for those in The Ivory Tower’s private use. I’d sneak up there once or twice a week to check things out so I had an edge on the others. The night he had Fallon working late proved to be very enlightening since all they concentrated on had nothing to do with any case and more with his control over her.” “And?” 103

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “The sick bastard spent the night fucking my secretary—real kinky, too.” “And you’re sure about the relationship?” “I haven’t seen anything else firsthand but everything that happened is too damned coincidental—at least in my eyes, it is.” “You have a personal interest in this woman?” “I tried but couldn’t get to first base.” “And you think it’s because of Sheffield?” “Seems logical to me. I mean once you get a taste of The Ivory Tower…” “I ask again, are you angry and want revenge?” “Considering how I’ve been ruined and he’s…” “I see,” the man said. “Mister Robb, I have a proposition for you—one you won’t want to refuse.” For some reason, Robb knew he’d better not. Now, I’m royally fucked… **** When the two men parted company, Robb had a list of things he had to do before their next meeting. “I need everything complete by midnight tonight.” “What the hell—this will all take some time…” “Consider it a test. If you want your revenge, you’ll find a way to pass it with flying colors.” “And if I don’t?” “You really don’t want to know.” The man left him, Robb overwhelmed by their discussion yet anticipating the sight of Sheffield’s face when he brought him down to where Robb lived at this moment—with nothing. It will be worth it… Robb decided to stop by the offices of Sheffield, Ross & Norton to get one of the items on the list. His mysterious associate wanted Fallon Mitchell’s personnel file. Considering he remembered how to get into the offices without being caught—they never did realize 104

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender how he stayed on top of things the way he did—he figured this would be the easiest task to take care of. Half an hour later, he left the building after a brief search of the human resources department. Slipping the folder into the large envelope the man had given him, he left as quickly as he’d entered then kept to the shadows for a little bit in order to return home. One thing he noticed while he walked through the first floor of the building—his offices had been reassigned to a relative newcomer to the firm. This made him angrier, Robb grateful to the mysterious stranger. Once home, he locked himself in, putting a seldom used chain across the door after locking both locks. While he planned to work with the man—a British sort if he picked up on the accent he’d tried to hide—terror made him use more caution. He wanted to live long enough to see Sheffield suffer though he had misgivings about Fallon. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he shook his head—no longer caring what happened to her either. Stuck-up bitch… Spreading the contents of the envelope out on the table in front of him, he placed the personnel file in the upper corner where he would put the completed tasks. He looked over the list then laid out a course to follow to use his time efficiently. With the time frame given him, he couldn’t afford to miss anything as he truly believed if he came up short, he’d be dead—without question. Looking at several items, he decided to rewrite the agenda. Grabbing a legal pad, he did so by ordering things in a way that listed them by time or location. One of the things he had to get dealt with the floor plans of Sheffield’s estate up in Florissant as well as information and the layout of an old grist mill on the lower end of the property—his first call considering the time needed to get the information. 105

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Several other things could be located in the city but then came the shopping list at the local hardware store. Whatever the man had planned would be huge though Robb’s mind could not begin to figure out what he’d become a part of. While he waited for things to open, he went online to see if he could find out anything there. When he looked up the estate and the grist mill, he found a link to an article written in Architectural Digest two years before. Along with the article, he found photos of both the house and the mill as well as floor plans for each. Quickly printing it out, he went through the sheets of paper looking at the pictures and groaned. No wonder she chose him over me… **** Noah walked through the offices on the first floor as usual, everyone greeting him as they always did. Passing the water cooler, he heard remnants of a conversation about their former associate but it didn’t sound like they discussed Fallon. A good thing as he would have put a stop to it immediately if they had been gossiping about her. Passing the bulletin board, he saw Barbara’s announcement regarding Fallon’s leave of absence and inwardly smiled though the thought of Barbara retiring before Fallon could learn from her scared him as she literally ran the office. On his way to the elevator, he heard someone call his name. “Mister Sheffield, may I have a word with you?” “Yes, what can I do for you?” “My name is Elizabeth and I work in HR. Your secretary asked me for a file…” “There’s a problem?” “Well, yes—and no…” she stammered. “You see, the file she requested is missing.” “Whose file did she want?” “Fallon Mitchell’s.” 106

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah’s interest immediately piqued though he refused to show it—a trick learned in court as one could never give away anything during a trial. “Keep looking for it to see if it hasn’t been misplaced and keep Mrs. Chase advised. I’d hate to have personal information like that end up in the wrong hands.” “Yes, sir,” she said before turning to hurry back to her office. Noah watched her while he waited for the elevator. Once inside and after the doors closed, he fell against the back wall of the lift needing the support. One innocent employee advising him of a missing file had told him more than he wanted to know while turning his world upside down. Exiting the elevator, he nodded to the receptionist then walked into the outer office finding Barbara at her desk. “Do you have Fallon’s personnel file?” “No, I asked for it and they can’t seem to find it. Why?” “Call Tony and get him in here yesterday.” “Yes, sir,” she said, knowing his tone meant not to question his motives. A few moments later, she told him Tony would be in within the hour. “Thank you,” he said. Entering his office, he closed the door and walked to his desk loosening his tie as he did. Placing his briefcase on the credenza behind the desk, he sat down before turning his chair to face the windows. Staring out at the beauty of the Mississippi, Noah Sheffield felt overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions. Slowly pulling out his cell phone, he called Fallon—one of the hardest calls he’d ever make. “I have some bad news…” **** When Fallon answered her cell phone, she had a bad feeling it wouldn’t be good news. Given his travel time into the city and 107

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender what Noah usually did upon arriving at the office, she figured he’d gotten word on the threat looming over them. Hello?” “I have some bad news.” “What?” she asked as she sat down. “Wilkes is here.” “How do you know?” “Your file has mysteriously vanished.” “Maybe it’s with Barbara,” she suggested. “No, she asked for it this morning and Elizabeth in HR is upset because she can’t find it. I could tell by her concern about it that it hasn’t been touched for a bit.” “But if he is here, how could he get in then out without being seen?” “I believe he’s taken on a partner.” “Who? If he’s just gotten here…” “It’s easy enough to learn who has a grudge and right now, one name comes to mind.” “Gray Robb,” she whispered. “Exactly,” Noah agreed. “I’ve heard that he’s telling anyone who’ll listen that he’s ruined because he can’t practice law here in the city and that he’s been banned from the courthouse. Of course, he’s blaming it on me. Plus, he’s the only one who might have connected you to me, ergo the missing file. Wilkes will want to know everything about you and the file is a start.” “But…” “Fallon, listen to me. As much as I love the fact I have a gorgeous naked woman living in my house, I want you to get dressed in case anything happens. Take the key I gave you and hide it on your person. If anything does happen, get to playroom ASAP and lock yourself in.” “I will,” she said. “When will you be home?” 108

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Not until late—Tony and I need to talk and figure out what the bloody hell we’re going to do.” “Noah, I’m scared.” “I’m terrified.” “I love you, Master.” The sound of a groan filtered through the phone to her, Fallon smiling. “I love you, too, Mrs. Sheffield.” With that, she heard him end the call though her body had other ideas as being called Mrs. Sheffield sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her. Languishing in the mini-orgasm that overtook her, she let it pass before she took a shower and dressed. Once she had, she went in search of Snoopy finding her in the kitchen waiting for food. “At least, some things never change…” **** “I got here as soon as I could—what’s up?” “Wilkes is in St. Louis.” “Why? What’s happened?” “Hear me out on this one—Fallon’s personnel file is missing. No evidence of a break-in but then again, I have heard that our former employee used to be able to get in the building after hours and undetected. Wilkes is not going to play his winning hand until he has everything in place, meaning he needs info only a local can get. If that local gets caught, Wilkes will be in the clear because the man is not stupid enough to end up in jail a second time. I think Robb got in here last night, took the file and has given it Wilkes meaning Fallon is in as much danger as I am.” “I’ll make sure the building is checked out and secured meaning locks changed, alarm codes…” “All of which should have been done the day we fired him. That’s my fault…” “I should have thought of it, too.” 109

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Yeah, but…” “That’s still one hell of a stretch but it makes sense. Customs in Boston has a man on tape that looks like Wilkes only he’s wearing a disguise. When I took a look at it, I had the tech enhance it and made the ID on him from a small tattoo just below the hairline on his nape. You’re right, he’s in the States but even he couldn’t have gotten a base set up here that quickly.” “All he had to do basically involves making discreet inquiries to find out who may have a grudge before he called the Bar Association Lawyer Referral Service. That would lead him to Robb.” Tony made a call to one of their associates and asked him to find and tail Robb plus possibly tracing his movements for the last twenty-four to forty-eight hours. “Noah, you have a call from the Historical Society on line one,” Barbara said as she placed a piece of paper on the desk in front of him. “About?” “Someone is asking about your property.” “Thanks,” he said as he picked up the phone taking a deep breath. “Sheffield…” “Mister Sheffield, we’ve received a request for plans to your grist mill and the main house. I told the man I would have to get back to him before I could release any information about a private property.” “Did he say why?” “He’s researching grist mills and saw yours on a sail by your property.” “Interesting,” he said. “I’d appreciate it if you would tell him no. I do not have the time I would need to devote to help him out. Maybe in a few months…” “Yes, sir, I will tell him though I don’t think he’ll be happy.” “Why is that?” 110

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Just the way he speaks—as if I’d give him the information regardless of the Society’s policy on privacy.” “Did he have an accent?” “Slight but I can’t be sure if it’s local or not.” “Thank you for calling. If he calls again, please let me know.” Hanging up, Noah thought for a moment. “What?” Tony asked. “Now, he wants to know about the house and the mill.” “It’s not legit?” “He said he saw the mill while on a sail by it. You know as well as I do that unless you know it’s there, you can’t see the mill well enough from the river to know exactly what the building houses.” “True.” “He’s been doing a hell of a lot of research to have this much knowledge this soon after his arrival.” “Unless he got the information from Robb and is now following up on it.” “What the hell are we going to do?” “First, I’ve got six guys discreetly protecting the property. They have instructions not to bother your lady or scare her. I’ll make sure to get another guy to secure the mill.” “Good. Fallon knows what to do if she needs to get away from anyone or if anything happens.” “The playroom?” Noah nodded. “What else?” “I want someone with you at all times.” “Maybe in the city here but not at home. Fallon’s upset enough…” “Don’t let this blindside you. I know she’s important to you but you both are in danger and need protection.” 111

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I can handle myself and I know the house extremely well. I need some semblance of normalcy right now or it will drive me crazy. I’ve lived too long waiting for this day to come and once he’s taken care of, I intend to never live like this again.” “Then I’ll make you a deal—I’ll be your shadow. I’ve got my room at the house and Fallon already knows me…” “Fine but…” “I understand but the stakes are too bloody high, mate.”

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Chapter 7 Gray Robb went over what he’d been able to complete on the list given to him by a mysterious stranger with the same feelings about Noah Sheffield that he had. Most of it had been done leaving the historic floor plans to the house and grist mill plus the trip to the hardware store yet to be taken care of. As he stared at the list in front of him, he heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw a man standing with his back to the door. Wondering who it would turn out to be, he cautiously asked. “Who is it?” “A mutual friend of a local attorney,” the man said. Swallowing hard then taking a deep breath, he removed the chain then unlocked the door. The man entered the apartment, Robb still having no clue what he looked like. “I thought we would be meeting at midnight…” “I wanted to know how far you’ve gotten. Things are changing rapidly and I want to take advantage of it.” “I have the Mitchell woman’s file,” Robb said, trying to act detached from his true feelings as he handed the file folder to the man. Watching the stranger scan the sheets of paper inside it then looking at the photo included in the file, he tried to get a better look at the man though he couldn’t thanks to the hooded sweatshirt he wore. 113

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Very good,” the man complimented. “What about the plans to the house and the mill?” “I called the Historical Society this morning asking for copies of the floor plans but the woman refused to give them to me citing some privacy rules the society has.” “Then you’ve failed…” “Not exactly. When I looked up the estate online this morning, I found a link to an article written about it in Architectural Digest. With that article came photos of the house, the mill and their respective floor plans. They’re small but they give you the basic layouts.” The man looked at the article and the photos before intently studying the floor plans. “This will work out very well. In your research, did any of it mention passageways or tunnels underneath the house itself?” “No,” Robb replied. “Because of the water table and the river’s unpredictability, the house evidently had no part in the Underground Railroad like some of the others at that time did. The main asset to the property is the mill.” “I see the water wheel is inside the building.” “Yes and if you’ll read where I highlighted, it still works but only when we have heavy rains and the river rises. When that happens, the wheel automatically goes into operation and provides power to the house. It’s rather ingenious.” “Excellent—what else do you have?” Robb explained the remainder of what he’d found out then held his breath when he told the man he’d yet to get the shopping done. “You’ve done well,” the man said. “Now, to answer the question I know you’re dying to ask. My name is Ralph Wilkes, late of London, England. Several years ago, a court of law found me guilty of and sentenced me to life in prison for several offenses which you 114

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender would call capital crimes. I swore revenge on several people, my list complete save Noah Sheffield.” “And what did he do?” “He prosecuted for the Crown. Because of his prosecution, my advocate folded his hand and threw me on the so-called mercy of the court. I’ve had a long time to decide how I would exact revenge and I have on the sitting justice, the so-called advocate for my defense, the police detective and one other which leaves Sheffield.” “How did you find me?” “Not hard considering you seem to be the main topic of conversation at pubs near the courthouse. After that and some research, I called the Legal Referral Service. You’ve been a bad boy, I hear.” “Sheffield…” Wilkes put his hand up, stopping Robb from continuing. “We have a common goal. With your help, Sheffield will be taken care of and out of everybody’s hair. And if you want, you can take that little piece of fluff you’re hot for and…” “Fallon is not fluff—she’s classy and…” “…And wants nothing to do with you. She’s a woman— they’re all alike but if you don’t want her…” “I didn’t say that—I just don’t like the way you referred to her.” “Enough,” Wilkes said. “Go to the hardware store and buy the items on the list while I stay here and go over the information some more.” Robb nodded then quickly left. As he went down the hall, he swore he could hear laughter coming from his apartment. What the hell am I involved in? **** By the time Robb had gotten most of the things on the shopping list, he’d been to several stores including Home Depot and 115

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Lowe’s. Loaded down with various thicknesses and lengths of rope—hemp and nylon—several rolls of duct tape plus other things that when put together made no sense, he looked at the list again. The remaining items—a set of bolt cutters and a length of chain several feet long plus wire ties—he picked up at an old hardware store on one of the highways coming into the city. Putting everything in the trunk of his car and out of sight, he walked to the driver’s side door and slipped in behind the wheel literally seconds before the skies opened up and rain teemed down. He’d been listening to the rumbles of thunder off in the distance, figuring the predicted storms wouldn’t hit until later. How wrong am I? Passing Tractor Supply Co., he ran in to pick up several pairs of leather gloves, his shopping done. Getting back in the car, he wiped the rainwater from his face. One thing he never liked about living where he did—the rains came fast and furious, the aftermath taking weeks to months to recover from. Once the river began rising, it’d only be a matter of time before it crested over flood stage. Over the last several years, the situation had worsened because the ground had become so saturated that the water had nowhere to go more frequently than before. The storm he found himself caught in would be one of the troublesome ones because of the intense fury it already exhibited. He only hoped Wilkes understood this and planned accordingly. The last thing Gray Robb wanted—being caught in the same place as Sheffield while Wilkes carried out his plans. Sheffield and he could not possibly be in the same area because—let’s face it—the city of St. Louis had become too small for the both of them since his firing. In the same building, much less the same room, would be suffocating. I’ve made a huge mistake… Heading back to his apartment, he rued having been caught up with Wilkes and his scheme but being too late to back out, he had to make the best of a bad situation—a very bad situation. 116

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender **** Before leaving his office, Noah went to his private safe and opened it. Removing a Walther P99, he checked the 9mm weapon, grabbed an extra clip and closed the safe after placing the gun in its holster. Removing his jacket, he slipped into the shoulder holster, a personal preference over the years because of the ability to conceal while carrying as well as ease in getting to it if needed. While he didn’t usually carry it, when and if the situation presented itself, he did. Mostly, he would during the more dangerous cases he either worked on or presided over but this in itself ranked above all the other reasons why he decided to carry. Grabbing his briefcase and placing a note to Barbara on her desk, he left the office and took the elevator down to the first floor. When the doors opened, one of his security men met him. “Mister Sheffield, the weather’s turned pretty nasty. You might want to consider taking one of the fleet vehicles tonight so that gorgeous Aston doesn’t get waterlogged.” “That bad?” he asked. The older man and he had always had a running joke about the car—Noah’s baby. “Storm’s overheard and the rain’s heavy.” “Then sign out one of the Expeditions to me and I’ll leave the Aston to your tender loving care.” “I thought you’d see things my way. Besides, you’ll want the height if the roads start flooding.” “True,” Noah agreed as he took the keys Barney handed him. “Already had things set up,” the guard said when he saw the quizzical look on Noah’s face. “You know me way too well.” “True, true,” Barney agreed. “Have a safe trip home.” “Thanks. Take care of yourself,” Noah said as he headed into the parking garage. Passing his car, he made sure he’d locked it, then headed to one of the black Ford Expeditions the firm had purchased several 117

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender years before. Grateful they’d chosen SUVs instead of cars, Noah slid behind the wheel placing his briefcase on the seat next to him. Quickly pulling out his cell phone, he called Fallon to let her know he’d left the office and would be home as soon as possible. “Are you all right?” “Now, I am,” she said. “Hearing your voice…” A loud crack of thunder directly overhead drowned out what she’d been saying. “Noah…” “I’m on my way.” Starting the car, he pulled out a few moments later heading into one of the worst storms in recent memory. Had Fallon not been waiting for him, he probably would have remained at the office only the immediate threat looming over them caused him to head out into Nature’s fury. “Thank you, Barney.” Slowly making his way to the highway, Noah put on the radio to get any of the latest updates on the storm but heard more static, especially during lightning strikes. Turning it off, he put in a CD and listened to some vintage Rolling Stones. The pulse of the music kept him awake and alert as the constant beat of the rain hitting the car tended to bore him—not a good thing when he had so much on his mind to deal with. Why now? Easing into a lane of the highway from the ramp, he tried to make out where the lines designating lanes from each other and the shoulders might be but the rain made it impossible and the windshield wipers didn’t help. Silently cursing himself, the weather and anything else he could think of, he pushed on. Fallon waited for him and that one thought overrode his common sense. Driving along, he felt the water on the roadway fighting him as it slowed the vehicle momentarily. Again cursing, he tried to ease more to the center of the road after checking for anyone who might be stupid enough to try to pass him. Seeing what looked to 118

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender be headlights in the distance behind him yet not close enough to be a problem, Noah moved to his left and continued on, constantly checking his mirrors in case someone tried to overtake him. Finally finding a steady speed, he relaxed a little but not too much, the hairs on the back of his neck on edge. Before he knew what happened, the Expedition went out of control, hitting something—what he had no clue. Noah could feel the force of the impact send him into a barrel roll, one he had to ride out as he had no way of controlling what the vehicle would do. Holding onto the wheel, Noah said a quick prayer before apologizing to Fallon for failing her. His world suddenly dark, Noah had fallen unconscious after hitting his head several times. He had no clue the vehicle had finally come to a stop or what his future would bring—Fallon the last thing he saw. **** Waiting outside the parking garage exit, Ralph Wilkes watched for Sheffield to leave. While the storm had become more intense, it had yet to hit its full potential and he hoped he could use that to his advantage. The sight of a huge sport utility exiting the parking structure caught his attention. Behind the wheel sat Noah Sheffield—the one man he blamed for the ruination of his life. Easing his rental in behind Sheffield, Wilkes then followed his nemesis. As the weather began to worsen, he began to wonder exactly what the man had for brains. Surely, the great lawyer had to have some common sense to stay in out of the rain but evidently not. How the hell did he prosecute my case? Determined not to lose his enemy, Wilkes followed at a distance close enough to see the rear taillights but not any nearer. Figuring the storm would take all his fun away, he shut off his headlights while only the driving lights remained on. Coming up behind Sheffield, he rear-ended the SUV and watched as it spun out of 119

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender control, hit something causing it to go airborne and come back down on its tires before rolling to a stop a bit farther down the highway. Pulling up behind the wreck, he ran to the driver’s side door to find Sheffield unconscious and bloody. Reaching in, he felt a slight pulse and grinned. Perfect… Unstrapping him from the seat, Wilkes dragged Sheffield’s body to his car and literally threw it into the trunk then, after steering clear of the wreckage, Wilkes continued to Sheffield’s estate and the lower driveway leading to the grist mill that he discovered on an early visit. By the time he reached the mill, the rain had started to ease up. Pulling out his cell phone, he called Gray Robb and issued a new set of instructions to him. Fortunately, I came prepared. **** Fallon hung up feeling better that Noah would be home with her while terrified of the storms raging in the area. She’d grown up with the weather and Nature’s wrath but it seemed that with every storm, it tended to get worse. Until Noah walked through the door, she’d be a mess. Knowing that Snoopy had found a dark hiding spot because she did not like loud noises and thunder sent her running for cover, Fallon went to refill the cat’s dishes so she’d either be lured out from hiding or would come out when she felt hungry enough. I wish I could hide like that… Pulling her cardigan around her to stave off the chills she felt, Fallon walked around the first floor of the estate making sure the windows had remained closed—just to keep busy. The feel of the thick pile of the carpeting in the living room under her bare feet made her feel as if she floated on air though she knew she didn’t. While Noah had ordered her to dress despite his true desires, she just couldn’t bring herself to put on a pair of shoes. Comfortable in jeans and a cami with the sweater, she wore nothing underneath 120

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender hoping the next man to walk through the door would be her Master. The fact she’d discovered her natural tendency toward submission had not bothered her as she embraced having Noah in her life and as her mastering influence. Yes, he wanted her to get her law degree but she wanted to be his wife and slave more. She did like her job, more so since she’d be working with Noah and his secretary instead of Gray Robb but she preferred life as she’d spent it over the last several days—ever ready for Noah’s touch and domination. Thinking about him caused her nipples to harden more, the constant arousal amazing. When he would tug on the rings, it would send her over the edge into oblivion—a place only he could bring her back from. Now, between the storm and the threat looming over them, she feared losing it all—especially Noah Sheffield. Walking through the house, she headed toward the grand staircase leading to the second floor of the main wing. A blinding light flashed through the house seconds before thunder crashed directly overhead. Suddenly, the house plunged into darkness with only the flashes of lightning to help her see. Holding onto the banister, she ran upstairs only something stopped her. At the top of the stairs stood a dark figure. Each time lightning flashed, it seemed to move toward her as it came down the steps. “Who are you?” she screamed over the thunder. “You could call me your worst nightmare, if you’d like.” “Get out of this house,” she said, her terror mounting as the figure came closer. “You are not the one giving orders here—hell, it’s not even your house,” the figure said. “I’m in charge right now and you will shut up and do as I say.” 121

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Fallon recognized the voice and slowly tried to back down the staircase. “How did you get in here?” “Anything’s easy when you set your mind to it. I mean, you should know—you’re obviously banging your boss.” “That’s none of your business.” “I disagree,” he said. “You see, I have my orders…” “What orders?” “I am to take you to the grist mill.” “I won’t go, Gray. I’m going to call the police…” “Cell phones out here are all dead thanks to a tree bringing down one of the towers. You have no choice but to come with me—especially if you want to see Sheffield. You see, he’s waiting for you to join him.” “What have you done to him?” “Me? Not a damned thing. Seems he rolled one of the firm’s SUVs before someone brought him here.” “Tell me you’re not working for that maniac,” she gasped. “Fine—I won’t but suffice it to say, you’re not worth dying for if I don’t obey him.” “What?” “Failure of any sort means my death. I will not die for the likes of you.” Fallon reached the bottom step. As soon as she did, she turned to run to another room so she could double back to the rear stairwell and upstairs to the playroom. Before she took a step to run, Robb tackled her bringing her down to the cold polished floor of the huge foyer. Robb’s attack knocked the wind out of her but only for a moment—long enough for him to trap her and take control. “Now, I am going to say this in words you will understand— you will come with me now! If you do not, I will have to hurt you which, at one time, I would have not wanted to do but right now, I’m looking out for number one—me.” 122

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Fallon tried fighting him but even though he had a smaller stature than most men at the firm, his strength compensated for its lack. Despite what she wanted to do, she had no choice but to go with him. If he and his new boss did have Noah then she might end up being his only hope. My God, Noah… Her body lifted off the floor so that she stood in front of him, his grip holding her arm firmly. “Let’s go,” he said. “I need shoes…” “Fuck shoes—let’s go.” Having no choice but to go with him, Fallon did her best to pick her way across the lawn. While she remembered a thick soft grassy yard, she still did her best to choose the best way to go. With Robb pushing her at an awkward angle, Fallon went off her chosen path feeling sharp objects cutting into her skin. The sharp pains helped her to think straight as they headed to the gravel path which led to the grist mill’s upper door. As the lightning partially lit the way, she could see where she didn’t want to step though Robb made sure she went his way. Not wanting to allow him to know how much she hurt, she held her reactions remembering how Noah had explained the concept of building her stamina up. While it did help, the pain did its best to override her mind to the point she finally cried out. “Please, I can’t go any further—my feet…” “Now, you say please when before you tried to order me around.” Robb pushed her along faster this time than before. The pain intense, she collapsed unable to go any further. Lying in the rain, she felt herself drift off. Praying Noah would forgive her disobedience, she lapsed off. I am so sorry… ****

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender The moment he closed the door and dropped their captive on the floor a few feet away from it, Robb heard his name being called from the floor below. “Get your ass down here,” Wilkes commanded. “What about her?” “Bring her down here.” Robb picked up Fallon’s body and carried it down the steps to the mill floor where the major part of the milling operations evidently took place. Looking at Wilkes, he nodded when the man pointed to one of the main support columns of the structure. Taking her over to it, he noticed iron rings with handcuffs dangling from them in the wood understanding what he would do next. Silently, he cuffed her hands after he’d raised them over her head. Finding a piece of cloth, he tied it around her head, gagging her as Wilkes wanted. “Now that your girlfriend has been taken care of, get over here and help me with this lug.” Looking at the apparently lifeless body of Noah Sheffield, Gray Robb saw that he’d been stripped to the waist plus his shoes and socks had been removed. “You didn’t tell me the boss carried.” “He usually doesn’t except when it is a more…dangerous…case…” “And you didn’t think that information might be important? If he had not lost consciousness from the accident, he could very well have shot me in self-defense.” “I didn’t think…” “Which is why I had a back-up plan. Now, if you think you can handle what I’m about to tell you to do…” Robb didn’t want to but, as he’d realized earlier, he could no longer turn back. I’m in too damned deep…

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Following Wilkes’ instructions, they took Noah Sheffield’s body and, once the water wheel had been manually stopped, they strapped him to it. “As you can see, I’ve manually stopped the wheel from moving until I’m ready. Once I start it again, we’ll see how long the great prosecutor can go before he drowns.” “What about Fallon?” “I’ve been thinking about that,” Wilkes said, looking toward the beauty shackled to the nearby column. “Once she sees her lover and learns what will happen, we will take her back to the house. Seeing as Sheffield will no longer need it and it will be a while before the body is found, we can lay low there and with female companionship…” “She’s too strong-willed for that. There is no way she’ll agree to what you’re thinking.” “My dear boy, when one is threatened with their life, they will do whatever’s possible to remain alive. It’s human nature, trust me. Besides, it’s been several long years since I enjoyed the warmth of a woman’s body…” Putting his hand up, Robb nodded knowing exactly what Wilkes planned but he also knew Fallon Mitchell. Once she made up her mind to do something, she stuck to her guns. If she did indeed love Sheffield, she wouldn’t betray him—for any reason. Looking at her, he did a quick study of the woman who’d once been his secretary. Accustomed to seeing her in classically tailored suits, he’d always imagined what lay hidden underneath. Now, seeing her rain-soaked body hanging from iron rings against a post, he took notice of the elegant curves he’d only imagined—and not very accurately, for that fact. Virtually plastered to her body from the rain, the tight little top she wore under the sweater revealed the last thing he would have thought her capable of having—body piercings, of all things. 125

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender The outline of the nipple rings against the soaked fabric made him wonder about others. Gazing down, he saw the shadow of a belly piercing and inwardly groaned. All he wanted to do at this moment—take her away from here and… No, that will never happen—not after tonight… “Robb, quit gawking and make sure he’s secure. Use the chain if you have to…” “He’s damned near dead…” “Do you want to take any chances? I want him dead and no witnesses once we take care of her.” Robb knew the logic in what the man said had been sound having been on the other side of the legal system from people like them but even though he’d accepted his fate, he’d yet to fully deal with his actions of late. Where the hell did I go wrong? Obeying Wilkes and checking Sheffield’s bonds, he took a length of chain intent on adding more restraint to the man’s wrists. Anger took over as he raised the chain to Sheffield’s neck. “You kill him and I will kill you.” Looking toward Wilkes, Robb saw the gun aimed at him—the one the man had taken from their victim a short time before. Slowly, he lowered the chain then threw it to the side, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the huge open room despite the storm outside. Staggering to the window, he gazed out knowing he’d be lucky to see another day once Sheffield had been murdered. Wilkes would cover his tracks and well, leaving three bodies in St. Louis as his calling card and a challenge to catch him—if anyone could. Shit, I am so stupid… **** While waiting for Robb to return with the fluff, as he referred to the woman he’d been sent for, Ralph Wilkes walked around Sheffield’s body. Kicking the man in the side several times, he wanted to make sure he’d definitely be dead once he set the final wheels in motion—pun not intended. 126

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Stripping Sheffield out of his suit jacket and shirt, he discovered the Walther P99 in the shoulder holster. Removing the gun and sticking it in his belt, Wilkes threw the clothes and holster to the side followed by Sheffield’s socks and the expensive Italian shoes he favored, leaving him in his trousers only. Noticing the expensive Rolex watch on his wrist, he took that, too. Hell, he won’t need it… Next, he took some pre-cut lengths of nylon rope and put them on Sheffield’s wrists and ankles. Looking over to the slowly turning water wheel then back to his handiwork, he grinned. Perfect… Once he heard the sound of Robb arriving with his other guest, he called up to him and started issuing orders. Obvious his little cohort had been having second thoughts, he made a mental note to take care of him as soon as possible once Sheffield had been. Hell, life is good. No witnesses, no worries… Waiting for Robb to carry out his orders regarding the Mitchell woman, he thought back to the movie he’d seen where the hero had been bound to the water wheel of a mill and as it went around the villain asked questions which of course, he never got the answers to. Sheffield would meet his end just like the hero of the old western flick only Wilkes had no intention of asking any questions. He intended to do all the talking and for once, the legal bastard would listen. **** “Sharpe…” “This is Lieutenant Avery Brooks of the Missouri State Police. Do you know the whereabouts of Noah Sheffield or one of his associates?” “What is this all about?” “I’m out here on Interstate 70 with a black Ford Expedition registered to the firm of Sheffield, Ross & Norton. It’s pretty beat up—evidently went airborne sometime during the storm.” 127

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “And Sheffield?” “Nowhere to be found but there is a hell of a lot of blood in the car. Has he contacted you?” “Not in several hours. We’ve been working on something together but I left the office before he did and before the storm hit.” “Is there a reason he…” “He lives up in Florissant—I imagine he wanted to make it home.” “Doesn’t look like he did.” “Do you have a secure place to tow it to?” “The police lot but there’s not much salvageable. I can gather what personal effects have been found in the car and hold them in my office for pick-up.” Tony took a deep breath. “Are you sure about all the damage?” “From what the prelim states, he may have been rear-ended which, considering the conditions last night, would account for the violence of the accident.” “Get me the important stuff and I’ll send someone to collect the car and his possessions.” “Excuse me for asking, but you don’t seem surprised.” “I’m not,” Sharpe admitted. “If you’d look at the latest info from the Feds, you’d see a sheet on a recent escapee from London who’s been on a murderous rampage though the city. Sheffield’s the last one on his list and…” “Why didn’t you notify us?” “Interpol wanted to keep things quiet in case Wilkes had not gotten here yet. He’s been tracked since he got off the plane in Boston. We didn’t think he’d get to work this soon though.” “Can we help?” Tony took his name and cell number thanking him for the call. Sitting back in Noah’s chair in his office, Tony Sharpe knew one 128

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender thing—the showdown would take place at Noah’s. Calling the men at the house, he told them to be on guard for anything. “Where’s Miss Mitchell?” “Haven’t seen her though one of the boys thought they saw someone fitting her description out in the storm last night.” “And no one stopped her?” “You left orders…” “Headed where?” “The mill, of all places.” “Alone?” “Not sure.” “Get patrols going and be prepared for anything. As soon as I get there, we hit the mill.” “Yes, sir.” Sharpe called the man assigned to the mill, his cell phone evidently off or out of service. Though some service had been lost, not all of it had gone down meaning Wilkes had taken care of him. Shit! He called the firm’s pilot and had him get the helicopter ready for a flight to Florissant. He knew of a field next to Noah’s property where it could set down without drawing too much attention. Bloody hell, how did things fall apart so quickly?

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Chapter 8 Noah came to, the pain over his entire body agonizing. Feeling literally chilled to the bone, he slowly opened his eyes and inwardly groaned when he discovered he’d been trussed to the water wheel of his own grist mill without anything but his trousers on. Someone did their damned homework… Slowly looking around, he saw Fallon chained to a support column about fifteen to twenty feet away from him. Unable to tell her condition, he prayed she had not regained consciousness as Wilkes would not be merciful once he knew. Remembering the events leading up to this point in his life, Noah thought back on the car wreck which had battered his body as he bounced around inside the Expedition. Seat belts had their merits but he’d still been injured though the way he felt, he wished he’d died in the accident because it would end up being mild compared to what he figured Wilkes had planned. It would take a hell of a lot of concentration along with stamina in order to survive his sentence in Wilkes’ sadistic court of revenge. “Wake them up,” a voice ordered. “They had to have found the car by now which means we’re running out of time.” He saw his ex-junior associate go over to Fallon and slap her to wake her up. “Leave her alone, Wilkes—this is between you and me.” “How noble considering your position.” “Answer me something—how did you find out about this place?” 130

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Robb here had the smarts to do some investigating. The article in Architectural Digest did wonders when the Historical Society wouldn’t come through.” Wilkes approached him, Noah painfully taking a deep breath. Clenching his fists, he purposely dug his nails into his palms in order to stay alert. “That’s surprising considering all he did while I employed him consisted of getting everyone else to do the work for him so he looked good—and bad—in court. His attitude…” “Shut up, Sheffield!” Robb screamed. “Get away from her…” “I’m issuing orders here,” Wilkes stated as he pulled Noah’s gun out. “If I want to, I can make sure the last sight of her you see is when I put a bullet from your gun into that gorgeous body of hers.” “Wilkes, like I said, this is between you and me. She’s not involved in this… She’s innocent…” “I pleaded innocent but you proved me guilty.” “The evidence had you dead to rights.” “Evidence used to frame me.” “No, solid police work, lab findings…” “Liar!” “It doesn’t make much difference now with the justice and your attorney dead—by your hand.” “You have no proof.” “As I said, she’s not involved—let her go…” “She’s special to you which makes her involved. You took my life away while I languished in the Queen’s hospitality. I will take your house, your woman and if I want—your identity. And the good thing is that you can’t stop me.” “Others will—once they find the wreckage…” “And by that time, you’ll be dead.” 131

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Wilkes turned and walked toward Fallon. Clenching his hands again, Noah watched and prayed as his enemy backhanded her in order to get her attention. “Wilkes, I’m…” “It’s interesting because I’ve learned that the great Noah Sheffield—jurist to the Queen, upstanding member of the community—is nothing but a sick weirdo into kink and perversion with the innocent lady here.” “Fuck off, Wilkes!” “No, Sheffield, you fuck off. I wanted Fallon but you took her. You made her do things…” Robb said as he found some hidden strength. “And how would you know?” Noah asked, his rage giving him strength. “I saw you that night, forcing her to…” “And if you knew her as well as you believe you do, you would know she doesn’t do anything—to anyone—she’s forced to.” Noah saw Wilkes say something to Robb then watched the man walk over to the wall as if being punished. Unwilling to take his eyes off Wilkes, Noah waited as the pain returned. Wilkes slapped her again, this time Fallon reacted. Becoming hysterical, she tried to pull away from her captor while trying desperately to find Noah. “If you’re such a damned control freak, shut her up.” “Like I can. Did it ever occur to you that Robb believes his own lies? Why would I dream of fucking one of my employees after hours when I have a steadfast rule against it?” Noah prayed Fallon would follow his lead and hopefully together they might be able to turn some of Wilkes’ wrath away from Fallon and put it onto Robb if he could only get Wilkes to believe that Robb had been lying to him. 132

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Wilkes yanked the gag from Fallon letting it fall to her neck like a collar only he grabbed it and pulled tight on it. “Is what he says true? Is Robb lying?” “He’d say anything to get ahead—he’d even sell out his own mother. Besides, it’s against Mister Sheffield’s…” Noah breathed a slow sigh of relief, grateful for Fallon’s quick thinking. “I told you…” “Yeah, and she could also be protecting her ass, too.” “Deal with me—let her go…” Wilkes walked back to where Noah had been held. While he talked, he made sure the ropes holding Noah to the wooden wheel had remained tight. “You’re a good solicitor—I’ll give you that. Hell, look at what you did for the Crown but what you did to me in the Crown’s name—that’s unforgivable. Because of your overzealous prosecuting, I sentence you to death by drowning.” “Each of the other murders had meaning—what is the symbolism here?” “I will forever drown out your voice and you will never ever do to anyone else what you’ve done to me.” With that said, Wilkes removed the iron pole he’d jammed into the wheel to stop it from turning. As soon as it fell free, it began to slowly turn. “How long can you hold your breath, Sheffield?” “Go to hell, Wilkes. You will be caught and I will be there to put you away.” “In your dreams.” Wilkes returned to Fallon’s side to watch as Noah went underwater the first time. Anger and thoughts of Fallon forcing him to survive, Noah took deep breaths as he broke the surface. Through the water in his 133

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender ears, he heard Fallon’s screams and said a prayer for her before he went under again. When he came up, Wilkes had walked back to the wheel to get a closer look. “How many times, Sheffield? You aren’t Superman.” “Fuck off.” **** Fallon woke to sharp pains in her face from being slapped. She came to face to face with first Gray Robb then Ralph Wilkes. He reached to touch her but she pulled away. “Get away from me?” she tried to say despite the gag. “A slave with guts,” Wilkes observed. “What?” “Come now—your boyfriend here says he saw you submitting to the boss. Is that how you got promoted?” “Go to hell? He’s a liar.” Cautiously, she looked to her side and saw what Wilkes had in store for Noah. The sight of him bound to the wheel made her sick knowing how he’d die. She wanted to cry but refused to be weak in front of the monsters. When Wilkes went over to the wheel, she caught Noah’s eyes which told her volumes—love, sorrow, trust. Fallon trusted Noah with everything in her and she had a feeling he had something up his sleeve, so to speak. Despite the circumstances, the sight of Noah’s hard body sent heat through her—now not the time. She watched him as best she could while trying to keep an eye on the man holding them captive. Robb had become a lackey and didn’t worry her as much as Wilkes. Hearing Noah pleading for her freedom sent more heat through her chilled body but she also knew that if he succeeded in getting her released, she’d never be free. If Wilkes succeeded in killing Noah, she’d find her way back to the mill to either make sure he received a decent burial or kill herself for she honestly did 134

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender not want to live without him and she steadfastly refused to allow Wilkes or Robb to touch her. Wilkes slapped her again though this time Fallon reacted differently. Becoming hysterical, she tried to pull away from her captor while trying desperately to find Noah. “If you’re such a damned control freak, shut her up.” “Like I can? Did it ever occur to you that Robb believes his own lies? Why would I dream of fucking one of my employees after hours when I have a steadfast rule against it?” Immediately Wilkes yanked the gag from Fallon letting it fall to her neck like a collar only he took it and pulled tight on it. Gasping for air as he began choking her, she looked toward Noah only Wilkes yanked her head back forcing her to look at him. “Don’t look at him when I’m asking you questions.” Fallon tried desperately to ease the intense pain on her neck but Wilkes continued to hold her where he wanted her. “Is what he says true? Is Robb lying?” “He’d say anything to get ahead—he’d even sell out his own mother. Besides, it’s against Mister Sheffield’s…” Again, she heard Noah pleading for her release while never once asking for anything for himself. She stared at him as tears welled in her eyes. The sound of the iron pole that had been jammed into the water wheel being thrown off to the side followed by the groan as the wheel started to move sent chills through her. She cried out, as if her screams could save him from a madman. Wilkes joined her, his disgusting body touching hers. She looked to Noah, needing some sign from him while unclear exactly what she wanted. Watching in horror, Noah went under the water as the wheel slowly turned. It seemed like an eternity before he came up again. One full turn—how many more? “Noah!” she screamed as tears ran down her face. 135

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Wilkes made her watch several more revolutions before he had Robb release her and take her from the mill back to the house and this time, he didn’t care. Calling him a liar had not been the best thing for her to do but she’d had to because of Noah. Fallon fell several times, stumbling in the mud resulting from the last several hours of torrential downpours though each time she did, Robb yanked her up and dragged her more. She knew the river had risen because had it not, Noah would not be fighting for his life. How the hell do I… “Don’t worry, Fallon, it’ll be all over once he gets what he wants from you. I’ve seen you in action and as good as you are, you might just live a little longer.” “Go to hell!” “Been there, doing that. I have nothing left so what difference does it make?” Suddenly, he stopped and looked at her. Brushing her hair from her face, he went to kiss her but she slapped him. “I wouldn’t at the office and I sure as hell won’t now. I’d rather be dead.” Robb grabbed the gag as Wilkes had and began to tighten it. Her hand went to his trying to stop him. “Remember, you’re his slave—not me. I don’t have to do what he tells me like you do.” “You bitch!” he screamed as he slapped her, the force of it lifting her off the ground in a spinning motion before she fell in the mud, her head hitting a rock. “Get up!” he screamed before he began kicking her to force her to move. “Get up, I said.” “What the hell have you done?” “I… She…” While her vision blurred from the impact with the ground, she could still hear clearly and the next thing she heard terrified her. 136

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Pick her up and take her inside and you better pray she’s not dead because if she is…” “Go ahead and do it now,” Robb challenged him. “I don’t want to work for you, or deal with her and I can’t survive jail.” She watched in horror as Wilkes pulled out a gun and shot Robb. Robb’s body fell next to hers but she didn’t have the strength to move. Roughly grabbed by her arm, she felt herself yanked up and dragged into the house. Please, somebody… We need help… Lying on the floor just inside the French doors leading into the solarium from the terrace, she stared straight ahead. Unable to move because of hitting her head, she resigned herself to whatever happened next. Feeling even more chilled, she thought of Noah while trying not to see him as she had right before Robb dragged her from the mill. No matter what she tried, she only saw him as a victim to a water wheel which now helped to power the house she’d been living in and planned to live in for the rest of her life. Now, she couldn’t be sure if that would ever happen. Will anything we planned happen? **** Hours later, Fallon woke in the exact same place she’d been left when Wilkes brought her into the house and dropped her on the floor. The sun coming in through the French doors warmed her but she knew she’d never be warm again—not with Noah dead. Her head pounded and she could feel the welt on the back of it from hitting the rock. Slowly, she raised her hand to check it coming away with dried blood on her fingertips. Wincing, she wondered how long she’d been unconscious. Figuring out from what little of head trauma she knew from a case she’d researched a few months before, she hoped for the best only she knew otherwise. Hearing a snort from the couch across the room, she saw Ralph Wilkes sleeping soundly, as if murder seemed normal. A 137

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender desperate thought crossed her mind—one she should have forgotten but what the hell? We only live once… Because it hurt too much to try to get up, she gathered what little strength she had and began to pull herself across the floor toward the door leading to the rest of the house. Praying Wilkes wouldn’t wake up right away, she kept going in the direction of the kitchen—the only place where she might find some peace in her life of loneliness. Until meeting Noah Sheffield, she’d been kind of a loner but it really had not bothered her until she met an interesting and intriguing man online. Meeting him in person shocked her when she discovered she’d been having an online affair with the head of the law firm she worked at. One night in the boardroom led to an amazing change in her life, Fallon finding out what she’d been missing over the years. Now, someone from Noah’s past had literally taken it away and destroyed her life—all because of a vendetta from Noah’s time in London. Continuing to drag herself along the floor, she finally made it to the kitchen. Painfully leaning up against a cabinet door, she took some deep breaths trying to feel better although finding it impossible. Considering what she’d endured, it didn’t surprise her how much pain she felt until she gasped, her stomach cramping more than usual. No, please, not that… Figuring she’d lost their baby, Fallon did the only thing she could do after losing the two most important people in her life. She pulled herself up to the counter and pulled one of the larger knives from the block. Grabbing it in such a way that she could use it on herself, she pressed the point of it against her stomach. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “You’ve taken everything from me—at least let me take my own life…” “I’ll make it easy on you,” he said as he aimed the gun he’d been waving around earlier at her stomach about the same place as 138

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender she intended to shove the knife in. Moments later, heat filled her body as she felt hot lead embed in her side. Sliding to the floor, she gasped for air as the heat tuned to icy cold. “There—you got your wish.” “Good, now go away and leave us in peace.” Wilkes knelt beside her, his enjoyment of the situation written on his face. “Such a waste…” “Leave me alone…” “I give the orders—even now.” “You are not my Master nor will you ever be in control of my life, you arrogant bastard.” “Even dying, you’ve got guts,” he said as he leaned closer. Fallon allowed him to think he’d be able to kiss her only once he got close enough to her, she turned the tables on him, so to speak, by jamming the knife into his stomach. His eyes widened as pain overtook his life seconds before he fell away from her. “You bitch!” “I sentence you to death,” she stated as she pushed away from him. Finding some strength, she escaped the kitchen and headed for the one place she knew she could die in peace. Holding her side, she managed to make it upstairs then down the hall to the playroom. Sliding the key out of the tiny pocket in her jeans, she unlocked the door, went in then closed it behind her making sure she locked it again. Weak from the exertion of a second wind, she dropped to her knees before falling to her side, her hand still on the bullet wound. Though she understood she more than likely had no chance of ever seeing Noah again, she still tried to hang on for a bit longer. She endured another bout of cramping and curled up, the pain overwhelming. Gazing around the room, she thought of everything she’d experienced with Noah and the sheer erotic pleasure he’d 139

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender given her. Smiling, she knew she’d been extremely fortunate to have it all, Fallon grateful to Noah for coming into her life. “Master…” **** The first time Noah went into the trough the water wheel operated in, he prayed for one of two things—room for him to fit or a hard enough hit to put him out of his misery. Holding his breath had been easy, especially since he had room to freely go around while not touching anything. Quickly, he’d found a rhythm of breathing, able to easily endure his sentence. Exhaustion would be his undoing unless Fallon could escape from Wilkes and Robb to get help. Then he hoped that Tony would be able to do something though it might be a while before he ever thought to come to the grist mill. Even though they had some idea about the extent of Wilkes’ plans, they’d never definitely figured the mill would be the place where he’d murder his final target. Going under again, Noah held his breath only this time something strange happened—the wheel stopped. Panic set in, Noah well aware he couldn’t hold his breath forever. Struggling against the ropes holding him securely to the aged wood, he quickly wore himself out. Facing his death, Noah tried to make peace with his life but the thought of never seeing Fallon again caused him to scream. Water began to enter his body, the inner pain overwhelming. As much as he’d tried to survive Wilkes’ death sentence, the harsh reality of never seeing the woman he loved again took over. Noah Sheffield faced his imminent demise, unable to be a true Dominant to his sub. Saying a quick prayer, he allowed Death to take him—a man without the absolution he needed from the most important person to ever come into his life. Forgive me, Fallon… **** 140

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Damn it, get the bloody wheel moving again. Noah’s good but he’s too weak to hold on for much longer!” Tony yelled to several of the men employed to guard the Sheffield estate. One of the larger men who looked more like a professional wrestler than anything else stepped into the water trough then jumped up grabbing one of the blades of the wheel. Weighing enough to try to pull the wheel some in an effort to start its revolution, the wheel moved a few inches but not enough to bring Noah back to the surface. Again, he jumped up and did the same several more times until it moved enough to bring Noah out of the water completely. Once that happened, Tony quickly released Noah from the wheel and dragged his body away from it. Laying him flat on the wooden floor of the grist mill, Tony began trying to revive his friend. Finally, his efforts paid off when Noah coughed up water gasping for air. Coughing more, Noah Sheffield rolled to his side trying to recover from nearly drowning. “Get me a blanket or something to keep him warm,” Tony ordered as he grabbed Noah’s suit jacket and laid it over his shivering body. “Here,” one of the others said as he handed him a wool blanket someone else had found upstairs. “Noah?” “What the bloody fucking hell took you so damned long?” “Wilkes killed the guard assigned to the mill then hid his body just beneath it in the water. We searched the house first then came down here. On the way down, we had to hide while Wilkes and Robb took Fallon back to the house because we didn’t want him to do anything to her. The way they dragged her up the hill meant they wanted her for something. As an advantage to them and knowing where she’d be, we came here first to rescue you before 141

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender it became too late. Sorry, mate, but with all the factors working against us…” “What about Fallon?” “As I said, Robb dragged her toward the house. Wilkes followed immediately after then we heard a gunshot. I sent one of the guys up to see what he could learn. From what he found out, it seems Robb challenged Wilkes and Wilkes shot him. Once he did, he dragged Fallon—unconscious at this point—up to the house and into the solarium.” “What happened to her?” “We don’t know. This whole damned operation has been a clusterfuck since the get-go.” “Help me up,” Noah said. “You are in no condition… You need to see a doctor…” “I need to find Fallon. If he’s harmed her in any way, I want to be the one to end the bastard’s life once and for all.” “Noah, you damned near drowned to death within the last thirty minutes, maybe longer and…” “Help me up,” Noah repeated as he gripped Tony’s sleeve. Tony looked into his eyes, their brilliant blue color piercing through him like a sword. He nodded then silently helped his friend to stand. One of the men handed Noah his shirt and the empty holster, Noah slipping into the shirt then his jacket. “Where’s your gun, mate?” “More than likely with Wilkes and probably what he used on Robb.” “Shit!” “Exactly.” The small group made its way back to the house, Tony Sharpe keeping a concerned eye on his friend. When Noah faltered, Tony held him up. Reaching Robb’s body, they both checked it before continuing on to the house. At the edge of the terrace, they stopped as Noah took several deep breaths. 142

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Coming up on Gray Robb’s body, Tony checked it for any signs of life—even faint ones—but found nothing. As they started to leave, he felt Noah tense then looked down to see why—a bloody rock which told them someone had a head wound. Looking at Noah, he could see that their thoughts as to who the blood’s donor might be had been the same. “Are you all right?” “No, and I won’t be until I know.” “Once we get inside, sit down in the solarium while we search the place—get some strength back.” “No,” Noah stated emphatically. “Then do so while we secure the place. You need…” Tony tried to tell Noah but he realized Noah had one thing on his mind and until he found her, he wouldn’t give a damn about himself at all. “Where’s my wallet?” “In your jacket pocket. Sykes found it a few inches from your clothes. It’s light, by the way.” “So he’s a thief, as well?” “Something like that,” Tony said, the two men laughing at their light humor. “Appears that he lifted my watch, too.” “I’ll see if I can find it—later.” Noah found his wallet, noticed the five hundred dollars he’d had missing but overlooked it to find one thing—the key to their world. If Fallon could in any way make it there, she should have locked herself inside—hopefully safe from their enemy. Once inside the solarium, they found nothing out of sorts though Noah did sit down while Tony’s men quickly searched the first floor of the huge house. Tony answered his cell phone but didn’t say anything. “What?” Noah asked. “You are not going to like this at all.” 143

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender **** As soon as Tony told Noah what his man had advised him of, Noah’s face paled. Pushing himself up despite the fact he honestly couldn’t stand on his own, he headed to the kitchen where the man waited for them. “We found him here but no sign of Miss Mitchell.” “I’ve got signs of another person moving through the house,” another one of the guards stated. “Where?” Noah asked immediately. “There’s a trail of blood from here to the stairs and it leads up the steps though we wanted to wait for you or Mister Sheffield before we followed it.” “Noah?” Tony asked. “Let’s go,” Noah said. “If he’s lying here dead like Robb, that means the blood trail is Fallon’s. It also means she went to one place.” “The p—” “Yes,” Noah answered before Tony said anything more. “Gentlemen, secure the outside perimeter and wait for the State Police and EMS.” “Yes, sir,” one said, obviously the senior member. As they left, Tony pulled out his cell phone and called Lieutenant Avery Brooks. “Lieutenant, you asked me if you could help out with the Sheffield case—well, this is what we have and what I need.” When he ended the call, he found Noah looking at him. “Brooks found the SUV. The only way I could get him to let me take care of things and not charge you with being an idiot in the face of a dangerous storm, I had to let him in on the case. He asked if they could be of service and…” “Brooks is a good man. I had to question him once on a case and he held up well.” 144

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “He’s coordinating law enforcement and emergency services. They will be here within moments so I suggest you find your lady so no one asks any strange questions.” Noah nodded and stood, again swaying from lightheadedness. Tony slipped his arm around Noah’s back and helped him walk to the stairs then up them. As they did, he took note of every single bloodstain he found not liking what he saw one bit. “She’s lost a lot of blood.” “If the second missing bullet is…” “Which means she buried the knife in him.” “But this is more than a bullet wound unless he hit a vital artery or… Oh, my God…” “What?” “Get me up there now!” Noah said. “If she’s as bad as I think, you’re going to have to bring her out into the hallway. No one can see where she went to—it’s none of their business and if it gets out, it could ruin her.” “Her? What about you?” “Fallon’s the important one. The four of us knew this day would come but Fallon became an innocent bystander in this guy’s path of destruction. She needs protection and in order to do that, we can’t allow anyone the chance to say anything about what they’ve seen. Wilkes and Robb are dead, their stories no longer an issue yet while alive, Fallon can be hurt more and more.” “Okay, okay, I get it but what if she’s…” “Fallon’s injuries go way deeper than the bullet wound—trust me.” “You mean she’s…” Noah silently nodded, the reality of what he might face hitting him like a ton of bricks. His legs weak, he felt Tony holding him up and leaned on him more. As soon as they made it to the second floor, they followed the blood trail directly to the playroom door where a small bloodstain 145

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender told them she’d been there for longer than anywhere between the kitchen and where they stood. Noah looked at the floor underneath the door and saw a trace of blood which looked like it came from just inside the room. “Here’s the key but be careful,” Noah said. “She may be just inside the door.” “How…” “Look at the rug directly beneath the door itself. The outer rim of the blood pool has been pushed out from inside the room.” “Stand aside,” Tony said as he took the key and inserted it in the lock. A few moments later, he eased the door back until he could enter the room. Noah reached around to turn on the lights and groaned. On the floor to their right lay Fallon, curled up as if trying to ease the pain. He watched as Tony immediately checked for a pulse, finding a faint one. “Tell me what to do,” he said, looking at Noah for answers. “Make sure the inner door is closed. Since she’s here, they have no reason to go any further.” “I’ll bring them up personally,” Tony said after he made sure about the door. “And I’m telling them they have two patients.” “Do what you have to,” Noah said. “I don’t believe…I’m…going…anywhere…” **** Tony Sharpe had heard about the phenomenon where a person can watch something happening in slow motion while being unable to do anything about what occurred. Now, he experienced this as he watched his friend slowly slide down the wall to the floor unconscious. “Noah?” he said as he checked for a pulse. Feeling a good one, he breathed a sigh of relief before going over to the railing overlooking the grand entry of the house and yelling for help. “Get the damned medics up here ASAP!” he ordered. 146

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “They’re just arriving now,” Sykes advised. “Tell them they’d better fly their patients—they’re both in pretty bad shape.” “Yes, sir,” Sykes said as he headed straight to the front door then outside. Tony raced back to Noah and Fallon only to find a tiny white cat covered in blood sitting next to her. Obviously terrified and unsure about him, she looked ready to run at a second’s notice while not wanting to leave Fallon’s side. “Mister Sharpe? The medics are here.” “Send them up,” he called as he watched the cat get ready to run. Slowly reaching over, he slipped his hand under its stomach and picked it up, holding the tiny animal close while trying to comfort it and oversee his friends’ treatment. When asked, he gave the medics what information he could including the possibility of Fallon Mitchell being pregnant though not far along. Once they finished stabilizing their patients, the medics carefully moved them downstairs. Tony heard one call for a helicopter. Going over to the man, Tony asked him if he needed anything. “Can we land on the lower lawn?” “Not a problem—it’s pretty flat though it might be a little muddy.” “We’re hot loading so he won’t be spending a lot of time on the ground.” “Which hospital?” “St. Joseph West,” the medic replied. “Isn’t that…” “It’s Level III trauma which is what they need. From everything you’ve told me, they can’t afford anything less than that level of treatment.” Tony nodded, letting the medics treat their patients. As he watched them take Noah and Fallon out on stretchers to wait for 147

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender the approaching helo, he made sure the cat didn’t scratch him when the aircraft landed. Fortunately, it didn’t and together they watched as the craft lifted off the grass, turned in the direction of Lake St. Louis and take off before disappearing into the sky. Once his men secured the property and recovered the body of the murdered guard, Tony called Barbara to give her an update so she could field any questions that might come into the office. If the newspapers got wind of this, they’d have a field day. Fortunately, Barbara could hold her own. He cautiously gave the cat a bath, something it didn’t enjoy though it had to be done. The last thing he wanted had been this little body cleaning itself and tasting blood. Tony endured the retaliatory claws while he washed it then wrapped it up in a thick terry towel. Once the cat felt dry, it seemed like it wanted to be friends—something Tony figured to be a good thing considering he had no clue about the animal’s presence in his friend’s house. Tony heard a noise behind him and spun around to see Sykes and two others standing there. “We thought we’d come back and try to clean the mess up.” “That would be nice. Once Wilkes is…” “Coroner came and went while you dealt with the medics.” “Good,” Tony said. “While you clean, I’ll get the cat resettled so it won’t be in your way.” Sykes nodded and the three went to the kitchen and began cleaning the floor. Tony moved the cat’s things into the solarium then when it seemed to be all right, he went upstairs to his room and cleaned up before he had Noah’s pilot fly him to the trauma center in Lake St. Louis. “Now, the wait begins.”

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Chapter 9 Twelve hours had passed with no word coming from the doctors working on Noah Sheffield and Fallon Mitchell. Tony Sharpe paced while Jerry Norton tried to get him to stop. “Pacing is not helping the situation at all.” “Maybe not for you but…” “Tony, there’s nothing you could’ve done. The word from England came days after each event and then, the items had been relegated to little snippets on the third or fourth page of the international scene—if at all. I read about the justice’s murder only because I get The London Times.” “Like I told Noah, this has been a clusterfuck since the get-go. Scotland Yard had Noah’s contact information and never used it. Had we known earlier, it might just be Noah up there and not his lady who really has no clue what she became involved in. Yes, I know he said he told her but if I know him, he left out something so he wouldn’t upset her.” “That’s our Noah—caring to a tee. Look, I know you’re upset but let’s face it—we knew Wilkes would show up sooner or later. Had we received sufficient warning…” “That’s what pisses me off. Interpol lost him until a camera caught Wilkes going through Customs in Boston. Add that much of a head start plus the use of the Internet which cut his search time down considerably and you have the recipe for disaster. And now they’re in there fighting for their lives and what are we doing? Bloody nothing.” 149

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Tony, this isn’t helping anything and you know it.” “Yeah, but I have to let off steam somehow and you understand me enough to ignore me.” “A little secret—you always wind up voicing my opinions in just the way I’d like to but won’t because it’s not me.” Tony laughed, grateful for his good friend. Since leaving Britain, the four of them had been extremely close and while Tony voiced his feelings, the other three held theirs because they had to worry about the reputation of the firm which right now had started to take a beating because the wire services had gotten hold of the story and ran with it. Fortunately, only part of the story had leaked out because of the damage control talents of Barbara Chase. “Mister Sharpe, I’m Doctor Marius. I’ve been treating Mister Sheffield and need some more information if you have it. If not, do you have his personal physician’s name so I can call him?” “What do you need to know?” “Does Mister Sheffield have any respiratory problems— allergies, asthma or anything else?” “No, he has no breathing problems. He’s never been sick a day in his life. Why?” “What kind of water had he been trapped in?” “River water,” Tony answered. “The way the mill is set up, the water wheel is inside the building and when it turns, it’s operating from water coming in as the river rises. There is a trough where the water and wheel meet. Wilkes had him bound to the wheel which is how he came to be in that position.” “Do you have any idea if there may have been stagnant water in the bottom of the trough?” “There is a good possibility because I don’t believe the wheel has operated since that really bad storm several months ago.” “Is there any way for one of my technicians to get samples of the water?” 150

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Sure, I’ll call out to the estate and tell my men to expect him.” “Good, the sooner we get this information, the sooner we can treat him.” “Doc, what the bloody hell is going on?” “Mister Sheffield is suffering from an infection in his lungs which I believe has the same make-up as malaria while not being the disease. If I can isolate the bacteria, I can begin treatment immediately.” “Do what you have to, Doc,” Tony said. “By the way, any word on his lady?” “Not yet, I’m sorry.” Tony nodded while Norton spoke with the doctor a few moments longer. When he returned, Tony stood at the window staring outside. “The doctor said that his prognosis has just improved because we can get the water tested. Had we not had that advantage, they’d be fighting the unknown and time is not on Noah’s side. We’ve just given them what he needs.” “I know that but I’m not used to seeing him down. He’s always been a bloody rock…” “Now, he’s a rock with a chip nicked out.” Tony nodded. The wait continued. **** “Doctor Babcock, how is she doing?” “I’m not sure,” Doctor Robyn Babcock answered. “The gunshot wound is the only thing I’m sure about.” “What do you mean?” “The welt on the back of her head seems to be putting slight pressure on her brain. When the swelling comes down, she could be physically fine or she could experience any one of several outcomes ranging from short-term memory loss to full-scale amnesia 151

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender plus we have no clue what she saw happening to the man they brought in with her. The medic mentioned the possibility of an extremely early pregnancy but there is so much blood loss and stomach trauma that, had it been a viable pregnancy, I couldn’t tell. Hell, pregnancy tests can’t be definite this early. For all we know, she may have had internal bleeding from another reason that caused the same symptoms as a miscarriage this early would but…” “Blood tests?” “I’ve ordered one run that might be able to tell me but…” “And the bullet wound?” “Clean in and out. It didn’t hit anything vital but it caused a great deal of blood loss. That, coupled with the welt, could be the reason for the conflicting signals I’m getting. To be honest, she shouldn’t be here…” “My patient’s in the same boat,” Marius said. “We’ve fixed some bleeders but now we’re fighting respiratory problems as well as something from the water which is slowly killing him.” “Do you have any idea what is causing it?” “No, but I’ve got two techs flying to the site now to test the water and surrounding area.” “What are you thinking?” “Something may have been living in the water while it stagnated. The storms brought the rains which raised the river level enough to operate the water wheel which my patient had been bound to. Now, being able to hold his breath while he went under during each cycle would have lessened his chance of ingesting anything in the water but the short amount of time he spent underwater and unable to move allowed whatever to enter his system and more than likely mutate enough to try killing off its host. I’ve called the river authority to see if they have any adverse events occurring in the last several months that may have bearing on the sediment in the water.” 152

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Interesting,” she said. “And both patients have one man to blame for their present conditions…” “Only she buried a kitchen knife in him in self-defense from what the medic told me. This lady’s obviously a fighter—I just hope they both are.” “We shall see…” **** Doctor Richard Marius read over the notes he’d received from the river authority. To date, there had been no major events occurring on the river but there had been reports of two accidents upriver from the location of the mill. While there had been no major environmental damage, the same couldn’t be said for any leaks or runoff which would float downriver. Depending on the tide, the authority stated there might possibly be some adverse effects. “We’ve done our best to track this but…” “I understand but I have a patient who is fighting for his life. If he ingested any of this shit, I need to know what I’m looking for so I can save him.” “As I’ve said…” “If you can get me any more information, I need it ASAP.” After he hung up with the man, he took a call from one of the technicians sent to the Sheffield estate to do the testing. What he heard made him sick to his stomach though he took notes despite wanting to heave. “You’re sure about this?” “Yes, sir.” “Is there any possibility of other bacteria?” “No, sir,” the man said. “We’ve tested the trough water at the wheel then where it enters the building as well as outside the building and every ten feet to where it meets the main waterway. We’ve even done additional testing along the bank.” “And?” 153

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Most of the contaminants from the river flowed into the smaller inlets like the one for the mill. Until the storms, the wake has been virtually nothing but the storms pushed it into where the mill operates and the rest you know.” “Get the findings back here immediately. In the meantime, I’ll alert the lab to start working on something for the patient that might begin to counteract all this.” “Already done from our location, sir. You should be hearing from her soon.” “Good work and thanks.” Marius hung up then called the lab to speak with the chemist who assured him she had a good idea of what to mix together for his patient. “Get it to me as soon as you can,” he said before thanking her. He hung up then left his office to go see Noah Sheffield. What the hell is in men’s minds that they do this? **** Though he’d been unconscious for a while after collapsing once he knew about Fallon, Noah Sheffield sensed activity going on around him and though he tried to open his eyes, he couldn’t. The difficulty he had whenever he tried to breathe concerned and terrified him. He could feel a large tube in his throat and figured the worst—he’d been put on a respirator for some reason meaning his condition had to be critical. Shit! Besides the respiratory problem, his body felt as if it had gone to war with itself which meant one thing—the drowning had been more dangerous than even he and Tony originally figured. What the hell did I swallow? Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his chest before compressions started. What the hell… “Get me a crash cart quick before we lose him!” a voice commanded. 154

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah felt the pattern between the chest compressions and the air pushed into his body through the thick tube. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation—a lifesaving procedure had been started on him because he’d evidently coded meaning he’d given up the fight to live. I can’t die—I need Fallon… Whatever the doctor did had not worked because next he felt his sides being shocked—not once but twice. His body felt like it lifted off whatever he’d been laying on before everything stopped. “He’s back,” a voice said. “Where the hell is that injection?” What injection? What the hell… **** Once they’d brought Noah Sheffield back from certain death, Marius called for an injection which had been filled with the antibodies needed to save Noah Sheffield’s life. When he’d learned what had been in the water his patient ingested, it made him sick. Now, with that same sick feeling, he waited for a nurse to bring him the medicine. What the hell is taking so damned long? Finally, he took the syringe then added its contents to the IV drip. Increasing the rate of the droplets into the tube by one, he stepped back and watched for a few moments before notating Sheffield’s chart. “If you make it through this, it’ll be a miracle.” **** Robyn Babcock had gone to med school at UCLA for women’s medicine finding she could be happier. Taking more classes and getting another degree, she went into trauma medicine and had never been happier. Seeing patients as they came in at the worst or lowest points in their lives and being part of what made them better satisfied her more as she felt she’d contributed further to her community. Treating Fallon Mitchell had tested every single skill she’d ever learned and then some. 155

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender In all honesty, her patient should be dead. From massive blood loss due to a gunshot and one or two other reasons plus the head trauma, anyone else might have given up but not this one. No, this one turned out to be a fighter and Robyn Babcock would do everything in her power to help her live. Hell, if I had him waiting for me… So far, they cleaned, dressed and bandaged the bullet wound and, after finding some internal bleeding, they had repaired the causes and closed leaving barely anything to turn into an ugly scar later. Now came the only thing about medicine that Babcock hated—waiting. **** Fallon could hear what went on around her but she had no clue about the where or the reasons why. Her head and side hurt and she felt an unexplained emptiness coupled with something thick in her throat. Shutting out the voices for a few moments, she heard the rhythmic sound of what she took to be a respirator telling her she had to be laying in a hospital somewhere but why and for how long? Stirring a little, she slowly opened her eyes seeing several nurses hovering over her. “Hey, welcome back. My name is Iris and I’ve been taking care of you,” the pretty blonde said. “As soon as we tell Doctor Babcock the latest, she’ll come in and take the tube out. I know it’s uncomfortable but…” “I’ll take it from here, Iris,” a woman said. “Fallon, I’m Doctor Babcock and I’ve been treating you since they flew you in here several days ago.” While she talked, she removed the tape holding the tube in place then eased it out of Fallon’s throat. Handing Fallon some ice chips, she warned her to take it slowly so she wouldn’t become sick. “You said several days? I don’t understand—why…” 156

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “What do you remember?” “I went to work and one of the senior partners asked me to go to his office to give him a fresh opinion on a case. After that, nothing…” Fallon said. “I see,” Robyn said before asking several nonchalant questions aimed at giving her volumes of information while not upsetting her patient. Once she’d made some notes, she took Fallon’s hand. “You are here at St. Joseph’s West after medics flew you in. I’m not sure about the reasons as my only aim is to heal you but I will see what I can find out and tell you when I do. Right now, all you need to worry about is resting so we can move you into a private room.” Fallon nodded then looked at the doctor. “What happened?” “They brought you in with a huge welt on the back of your head and a clean in, clean out bullet wound. We repaired some internal bleeding and rest assured, there will be no scarring. If I say so myself—I do good work.” “Is that the reason my stomach feels like something’s been removed?” “In a way. Anytime you play around in there, it happens. Just be thankful it’s nothing too serious.” “But I can’t seem to remember…” “You’ve suffered trauma to your head. What you are experiencing right now is normal. Give your brain time to heal and let the swelling go down.” Fallon nodded again and laid her head back on the pillow. Closing her eyes, she let the sounds in the room envelop her. “Get some rest,” Doctor Babcock said. “I’ll be back in a little while.” “Thank you, Doctor,” Fallon said. Trying to follow her doctor’s advice, Fallon attempted to sleep but something troubled her. She saw visions of a man in dan157

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender ger but couldn’t define who. Next came images of one of the senior partners, a man she’d harbored fantasies about for years but she couldn’t understand why. Why can’t I remember? **** Jerry Norton met with Doctor Robyn Babcock as he’d taken legal control over Fallon’s case in place of Noah Sheffield who would have done it had he been able to. Doctor Richard Marius joined them for the consult because one case affected the other and they wanted everyone on the same page with the treatments and other aspects. “Fallon is physically healing well. The bullet wound remains clean and void of infection though we are watching it closely. The welt on the back of her head has gone down considerably and she is breathing on her own without mechanical help.” “I hear a but there,” Norton observed. “She’s suffering from short-term memory loss or at least, that is what I believe it is.” “How much has she lost?” “She remembers a day at work when your partner called her into his office for an opinion and then nothing else. Did something significant happen?” “A great deal but if you read the papers, you may see that Mister Sheffield had been targeted by an escaped convict he successfully prosecuted years ago. The man sought revenge and murdered three others before he came over here after Noah. She witnessed what the man did to Noah…” “I can’t tell her that,” Babcock said. “Information like that could send her further back, maybe to never return.” “Can we tell her a story about being carjacked outside the office?” “That could account for her injuries and be vague at the same time until we can figure out what prompts she needs in order to regain her memory,” offered Marius. 158

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “That will work well and we can deal with it while making sure she’s protected and able to recover at the speed her brain wants,” Norton agreed. “I see you understand about cases like this. That’s good…” “I have a psychiatrist on retainer to explain things like this so we can offer up solid defenses for our clients. It’s easier that way.” “But it works,” Marius said. “So, are we all in agreement?” “Yes, but I have one question,” Norton said. “What’s the latest on Noah?” **** While they discussed Noah’s condition a few rooms away, Noah continued to need help breathing thanks to the respiratory infection picked up at the mill. When he’d inhale, he felt like he couldn’t get a full breath, the respirator helping with that. Noah had no clue about the infection that had set into his body causing it to fight itself and wear down his immune system. He only knew the emptiness he felt in the pit of his stomach because he knew nothing about Fallon—her condition, her room, how she felt about him. Damn, I’m insecure… Having nearly drowned to death had marked a change in Noah Sheffield’s life but in order to act upon this, he had to get well again. What the hell is wrong with me? It can’t be just respiratory… Noah tried to figure out what held him back. He went over that stormy night in the mill while bound to a water wheel. Stripped of most of his clothes, his body suffered chills from the cold front moving through with the storm. Getting wet only served to make it worse. He’d done his best to hold his breath for the duration of time when his part of the wheel went underwater which became increasingly harder as time wore on. Then for some reason, the process stopped with his head caught underwater longer than his stamina could hold out. He remembered taking in some of the ice-cold water hating the taste. Shit, what’s in the water? 159

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Unable to recall much after passing out thanks to Wilkes’ sick plan finally winning out, he desperately fought to analyze each moment of his ordeal—ever the trial lawyer looking for the truth. Then it hit him that it had been a while since the mill had operated because they’d had no significant amount of rainfall in the region which would cause the river to rise to the level needed to signal the machinery to start up. That meant the water in the trough had to either be stagnant or have something toxic in it. After all, there had been one, maybe two boating accidents upriver in the recent past and from the amount of impact on the boats involved, it would stand to reason that there had to have been some amount of leakage. Shit, no wonder I’m fucked up—I’ve taken in petrol… The mere thought of that explained a lot and made a decision for him. Once he recovered, he would lobby the state and the river authority to provide residents along the waterways with information on any contamination—no matter how slight—occurring as a result of any adverse event on the river. Only I would dream of this while fighting for my life. Who knows—maybe Wilkes has done something good in his malevolent rage. With this knowledge driving him, Noah Sheffield channeled all his strength to waking up and recovering. He had a great deal to accomplish once he saw Fallon and he couldn’t do that lying unconscious in some hospital. Fallon… **** “Doctor, his brain activity is showing major activity—as if he’s agitated about something.” “Noah, I’m Doctor Richard Marius. If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” Marius waited a few moments then asked again to make sure he’d actually felt Noah’s answer. “Good,” he said. “Now, you are in the intensive care unit at St. Joseph’s West. You’ve been here nearly a week as we have 160

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender been trying to stabilize you and stop the infection from taking over any more of your body. Unfortunately, it’s fast moving and…” Looking down, he saw Noah Sheffield’s eyes ablaze as if angry. “I’m going to remove the tube and put you on oxygen which should ease your apprehension.” Noah squeezed his hand again, Marius pleased. Once the breathing tube had been removed from Noah’s throat, his patient obviously relaxed though Marius could tell something still upset him and that he wanted to talk. “Keep it simple,” Marius advised. “Petrol…in the water…in me…” “You know?” “Figured…” “As soon as we found out, we started you on a specific course of treatment. So far, it’s been moderately successful though once you start moving around…” “Stagnant…” “That’s been taken into account. What we also found is the kicker in this—there is a high concentration of a chemical we can’t identify.” “Gear oil—the machinery which operates the wheel leaks into the trough…” “I don’t understand.” “It’s an old grist mill—the gear oil is a special mixture to be compatible with what had been used originally. It’s no longer available on the open market.” “Do you know who makes it?” Noah gave him the name of the man who maintained the mill for him. Marius thanked him and left only to return a few minutes later.

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I know but from what I’ve been told, rushing things will not help her. In fact, she could regress further back in order to feel safe and protect herself.” “Fortunately, she’s already on a leave of absence so we don’t have that to deal with,” Barbara observed. “I’m counting on you to make sure she feels everything is all right. I’m not happy she wants to return to her apartment but we have no reason to tell her she can’t.” “What about her cat?” Tony asked. “What cat?” “Her cat is at Noah’s. He evidently moved them both to the estate. When she gets home and finds it and her things missing…” “Get her things and take them back. We’ll tell her that one of her fellow employees offered to take care of the pet until she felt able to.” “And if she asks who?” “Conveniently change the subject.” “It’s nice you have all the answers when we have to deal…” “I get to deal with my partner. I think gladiators had it easier than I will.” As soon as a few more things had been settled, they agreed to keep each other informed. Jerry thanked them then left to go tell his oldest friend about their plans. Hoping Noah wouldn’t be too angry about things, he said a quick prayer. “Lord, this better work.”

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Chapter 10 “Jerry, how are you?” “You look a lot better than a few days ago,” Norton said as he and Noah Sheffield shook hands. “I feel better though the infection is still trying to win out. Wilkes did his research but I don’t think he had any clue about this.” “Good thing,” Norton said. “If he had, he might have just held your head under and been done with it.” “Hell, all he would have had to do would have been to shut the machinery down once I went under. No one would have found me for a while and there’s no way I could have survived. He could have walked away without ever actually doing the dirty work.” “And with your identity.” “What?” “From what we’ve been able to piece together, he figured he would hole up in the house for a few days then slip out to another city where no one knows Noah Sheffield and settle down under your name with your money.” “Bloody bastard,” Noah swore. “Question, my friend, how much did Fallon see?” “She saw me go under once or twice.” “No wonder she’s…” “Marius told me. If he’d let me out of bed so I could see her, I know I could get her to remember.” 164

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Not a good idea. Everyone I’ve talked to including our expert has said it’s bad to rush things like this. She has to remember on her own because pushing her could make her regress, meaning we could lose her forever.” “What aren’t you telling me?” “After talking with your doctors, Tony and Barbara, we’ve all agreed to tell her that her injuries are the result of a carjacking. That will explain why her car is not at her apartment which is where she wants to return once they release her.” “But…” “She doesn’t remember anything from the afternoon before you two did whatever in the boardroom. She believes your meeting has yet to take place. Putting her on a leave of absence might very well have been one of the smartest things you’ve ever done.” “Her things are at my place.” “Tony’s going to return them.” “What about Snoopy?” “I assume that’s the cat he referred to.” Noah nodded. “She will be told that one of the other employees volunteered to take the cat for the duration but we won’t tell her who—for the moment.” “This is all so damned bizarre. My own damned fiancée and I can’t even see her…” “Noah, this will work out but it will take some time. She’s battling that and you’re still fighting the infections. It will be a while before you leave here and then when you’re up to it, Her Majesty’s Court wants you to testify at the closing inquest. They’ve been very adamant about getting what happened from you firsthand so the case can be closed once and for all.” “I don’t like this at all. I made a vow to her that…” “I know that and we’re doing everything in our power to get you two back to rights but, for now, this is the only way we know 165

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender of to do that. Believe me, no one wants you two together more than I do. I liked seeing you happy and whole for once.” “I have to admit, it felt bloody good.” “Then no anger and I want your solemn word that you won’t do anything stupid to bollix up your recovery or hers.” “Yes, Mother,” Noah said, shaking his friend’s hand. Noah Sheffield could have been happier about the situation but he trusted Jerry Norton, Tony Sharpe and Barbara Chase. Together, they would all make sure Fallon got the care and support she needed until she regained her memory. With the upcoming trip home, Noah had a lot on his own plate to take care of which would give Fallon the time she needed though if she called him, he’d drop everything to go to her—he had no choice. I love her too bloody much to hurt her any more. **** Several days after their discussion, Fallon Mitchell left the hospital with Jerry Norton and Barbara Chase who made sure she settled into her apartment—the one she had not seen for weeks. “I’ve made sure your bills have been taken care of so you needn’t worry about that,” Norton told her. “Mister Norton, I don’t know how to thank you and the others. I have no idea when I can do it but I will pay you back.” “No need, my dear. It’s been my pleasure. After what you’ve gone through, the less worries the better.” “I still wish I could remember.” “It will come back to you when you least expect it, my dear,” Norton said. “I’ve been doing some research into this and they say if you rush things, it prolongs the loss. It’s like watching a pot of water—it won’t boil before its time. If you go about your life, it will come back.” “And you said who is watching my cat?” “One of your fellow employees,” Norton replied. “But who? I’d like to find out how she is.” 166

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I have no idea but you know those in the office step up without wanting thank yous or…” “True, I’ve done it and didn’t want any recognition or anything. It’s just that I’m worried.” “I’ll try to find out who and then we’ll go see them,” Barbara offered. “I’d appreciate it,” Fallon said though she felt distracted. Something kept pushing at her but until she figured out what, she’d feel unsettled. “Are you all right?” “I’m not sure.” “You’ve been through a lot and now you’re trying to regain your life. You probably feel overwhelmed…” “More than you know,” Fallon said. “I want you to know I spoke with Mister Sheffield this morning and he wanted me to tell you to take whatever time you need and don’t rush things. Your job will be waiting plus he still wants your opinion and you have no need to worry about your bills as the firm is picking them up until you’re back on your feet.” “I can’t let him do that,” she began to protest. “You have no choice,” Norton chimed in. “Once Noah makes a decision, there is no going back. This came from him and he won’t allow you to protest—trust me, I know firsthand what he’s like when it comes to his desires.” “Then I need to talk with him—at least, thank him…” “Mister Sheffield is out of town at the moment on personal business and then he’s scheduled to fly to London,” Barbara said, her statement pretty much the truth. “I see,” Fallon said. “Then I want to come back to work as soon as possible.” “You’re on a leave of absence for medical reasons. Take the time and recuperate to the fullest extent. We wouldn’t want a relapse or anything adverse happening.” 167

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You are way too kind,” Fallon said. “I’ll check on you at least once a day,” Barbara assured her. “If you need anything, here’s my cell phone number. Don’t hesitate to call me.” “That goes for me as well as Mister Ross and Tony Sharpe. You see, my dear, you have a superb support system so don’t be afraid to use it.” “Thank you,” Fallon said, her head spinning. “Are you all right?” Norton asked. “It’s all so overwhelming.” After spending some more time with her, Jerry Norton and Barbara Chase left Fallon alone. Though she’d been happy to have their company, she felt better being left alone yet not having her cat with her made the loneliness worse. “Wait a minute—loneliness never bothered me before…” My God, I’m so confused… **** Noah received constant updates on Fallon from Barbara as well as Norton. So far, their plan had been successful though Noah worried about the ramifications once Fallon regained her memory and learned that she’d been lied to. Dominants never lied to their slaves yet he lay in the hospital being part of a kind of conspiracy to hide the truth from Fallon. This bloody sucks… “Good morning, Noah, how are you feeling?” “Physically—fine but my emotions are shot to hell,” Noah answered. “Well, I have some news for you,” Doctor Richard Marius stated. “I’m discharging you tomorrow.” “It’s about time…” “I’m shocked you don’t like our hospitality…” Marius said with a tone of mock indignation. “Don’t even get me started,” Noah said. “What else?” 168

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “As long as someone goes with you, I see no reason why you can’t go to London.” “Why with someone?” “The infection is primarily gone but, as with any medical malady, there can be a reoccurrence of the symptoms and since you have been fighting two, I don’t want to take any chances. If someone who knows you and what’s going on is with you, I’ll feel better about you traveling.” Noah nodded, despising that he had to leave Fallon when her emotional state remained so damned fragile but at least he could see the case through then bring the news back to her while hoping for the best. Being in law at various levels for as long as he had, he knew closure to be an important part of any case at all phases—this one, no exception. In fact, it could make or break their relationship. “Do you agree to my terms for your release?” he heard Marius asking. Flashbacks to his asking Fallon to accept his terms for her surrender came to mind. “Sure, whatever,” Noah said. “I’ll get Sharpe to go with me.” “Good,” Marius stated. “Look, Noah—I’ve only known you for the duration of your care here but I’d like to consider you a friend. Your lady is in good hands with Robyn and your friends. For now, there is nothing you can do for her because her brain is healing at its own pace.” “But what happens if, when I return, there’s been no change?” “We will cross that bridge when we come to it.” Noah didn’t like the answer but he had no choice but to accept it. Once he’d been left alone, he reached over to the tray table and grabbed his legal notepad and a pen. As he did with all his cases, he began to make notes putting each event involving Ralph 169

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Wilkes and Gray Robb in chronological order so that his testimony would be in context instead of in a jumble of distorted memories. “Hey, mate, you busy?” “Not really,” Noah answered. “I’m trying to get a timeline written down so I have something coherent to say at the inquest.” “I hear you’re being discharged tomorrow.” “And then you and I go back home to face the Queen’s Court.” “Me? I haven’t been called.” “No, but Marius won’t let me go by myself in case the infection decides to rear its ugly head again. You are one of the few who know what to do and tell the doctors if anything is needed.” “Okay,” Tony Sharpe said. “I would’ve thought Jerry might go considering he’d get a chance to see…” “He feels keeping an eye on Fallon for me is more important.” “Good point though I hear Barbara’s been mothering the hell out of her.” “I figured as much,” Noah said. “Do me a favor and have her make reservations for…” “Already taken care of the moment she heard when you’d be going,” another voice stated. “The firm’s private jet will fly you both over then you’re staying at the Ritz. She reserved the Berkeley Suite.” “Jonathan, I don’t need that kind of luxury…” Noah protested as the partners shook hands. “Barbara thinks you do—especially after these accommodations.” “I’m not arguing with her though I hope we’ve got enough cases to keep us solvent after all this.” Ross and Sharpe laughed at the thought. Sheffield, Ross & Norton had become one of the wealthiest and most solid law firms in the city as well as the region. Their success rate phenomenal, their client base continued to grow though Gray Robb had begun to hurt 170

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender them. His job termination had been an extremely smart move, the firm’s credibility intact. “One way or another, everyone will be fine.” Noah snickered. “See if I’ve missed anything,” he said as he handed Tony the legal pad. Tony read over it, offered it to Ross who shook his head and gave it back. “You’ve got everything,” Tony said. “Jerry’s also got the police reports, the news reports and any other damned report he thought you’d need in a file ready to go,” Ross added. “What’s the official cause of death on both of them?” “Robb died as a result of a bullet wound from your gun after being shot by Wilkes—and yes, they did GSR on you.” “How? The water would have dissipated any results.” “Evidently, they could get a reading from the area of your wrist under the ropes. Your clothes also showed no residue and it didn’t hurt that they found the gun in his grubby little hand either.” “And Wilkes?” “Your lady buried a kitchen knife in him. Her role in his death has been ruled self-defense, the case closed before the police left the property. Lieutenant Brooks of the Missouri State Police did one hell of a job for us,” Tony stated. “Good man.” “He’s the one who found the car and called me.” “I’ll have to get together with him later.” Jonathan Ross stayed a little longer before leaving them alone. Noah and Tony discussed several more things before Tony left to go back to the estate to pick up some clothes for Noah and check on Fallon’s cat. Since that night, he’d been staying at the house to take care of things for his friend. 171

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I’ll be back later with some clothes for you. Anything else you need?” “Do I have to answer that?” “No, I guess you don’t.” **** While Noah prepared for his trip to London, Fallon continued her recovery though Barbara had chosen not to tell her boss the entire story. Fallon had been experiencing headaches as a result of the head trauma from hitting a rock. Doctor Robyn Babcock had expected this and taken precautions by prescribing medications for her if Fallon needed it. “Only take as needed,” she’d told her patient. “If you are headache free, you don’t need to use them.” Fallon remembered what she’d been told though the headaches bothered her. From what she’d read, head trauma remained an iffy science at best. Minor hits could actually do more damage than hard ones, some even resulting in death. The result relied on so many variables. She felt fortunate she’d survived the carjacking but she honestly couldn’t deal with the memory loss. It had been days since her release from the hospital and while she felt fine physically despite the headaches, her emotional state left her wondering. When she closed her eyes to relax or sleep, she kept seeing images of things she didn’t understand. Though she’d had a crush on one of the partners for what seemed like forever, it had not been enough of one to constantly be seeing him in her mind. Various images from her fantasies overwhelmed her as if reality, her body reacting in a sensual way—as if she’d been online with the man she would have met later in the day when she’d been called upstairs to Noah Sheffield’s office. Remembering the text between them, she gasped. It had been days since she’d been online with him and Fallon prayed he hadn’t 172

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender become angry with her. Why has my life fallen apart? What happened that day? I need to remember… Going upstairs to her computer, she signed on and checked to see if he might be online in one of the chat rooms or even privately but she couldn’t find him anywhere. Her heart sinking, she hoped he would understand—maybe even help her to understand what happened. Doing something she had not done since her return home, Fallon stripped out of her clothes and thought back to some of the things her mysterious lover had asked of her. Her body reacted, especially when she touched her breasts and the nipple rings— another thing that escaped her memory. What the hell did I do that afternoon? Because she enjoyed the feelings and sensations she experienced from the constant arousal or the slightest of movements, she had not dwelled on the mysterious piercings. The sensations coursing through her told her good things and considering she’d always wanted piercings but never had the nerve to get them, it didn’t matter. One less thing to worry about… Constantly checking her instant messenger and her emails, she waited for him to answer her but if he didn’t, she’d have to understand and accept his reasons. She’d disappeared from their affair even though it had not been her fault. He didn’t know that as she had not spoken with him since their last IMs. Deep inside she had a good feeling about things figuring he’d been busy as well but her instincts went elsewhere. He’s out there somewhere and he’s waiting for me… Please, be waiting for me… **** Noah and Tony checked into the Ritz and went to the Berkeley Suite Barbara had reserved for them. Choosing the bedrooms they preferred, they settled in to their luxurious accommodations— definitely a few steps above Noah’s recent stay in the hospital. 173

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Ordering late afternoon tea, Noah smiled realizing that some habits never died. He’d honestly missed tea time but the hectic schedule he kept in the States didn’t allow for the laid-back afternoon break. As he sat enjoying a hot cup of tea, he heard a knock on the door. Waiting while Tony answered it, their visitor turned out to be a messenger from Her Majesty’s Court. “What?” he asked as Tony closed the door. “They want your testimony first thing in the morning.” “Are you serious?” “It seems the inquest has been on hold until you became available to testify. You’re it, mate.” “That’s what I call efficiency.” “That and they want this one wrapped up as soon as possible. Wilkes’ escape put one hell of a smudge on their reputation plus his victims’ standing in things. Getting the inquest taken care of then the transcripts published will get it over and done with so they can return to normal, so to speak.” “Like always, cover their asses in the face of adversity while how many died as a result?” Until now, Noah’s bitterness about the situation had not been evident as he had a marvelous way of secreting his feelings. This case had become way too personal. “Noah?” “What?” “This isn’t like you.” “Like what?” “You’ve never made comments like that one before. If you’ve had opinions like that, you’ve always kept them to yourself.” “Fallon taught me the beauty of speaking one’s mind. Had she kept things inside, I would never have known how amazing one woman can be and what that exceptional female can do for an uppity Brit like me.” 174

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You are far from uppity.” “I have my moments.” “We’ve known each other how long?” “A while and before you say anything more, there are a few things about me you don’t know and may never.” “Why?” “Because that part of my life is not important to our friendship. If I believed that, I would have told you.” “Now, I’m curious.” “Ah, my friend, remember that curiosity killed the cat…” “But satisfaction…” Noah and Tony laughed, finished their tea and settled in to prepare for the morning session of court. Tony asked questions, Noah answered them and they went to the next unless one of them thought better of the answer or what should be said. Breaking around nine, they went out to a nearby pub for dinner. “What’s up?” “I wonder if I’ll ever be able to bring Fallon here. I want her to see London and where I grew up.” “You will, mate,” Tony assured him. “You’ll marry, enjoy a long honeymoon and spend the rest of your lives in blissful ignorance of the world around you.” “Beautiful fantasy,” Noah said as he raised his pint of ale. Now, will it come true? **** In the morning, Noah and Tony caught a cab and went straight to the same place he’d successfully prosecuted many trials at. Taking a deep breath before they entered the building, Noah led Tony down a maze of corridors to the courtroom where he would testify. “Are you sure you haven’t been here for a while?” Tony asked. “Another old habit…” 175

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Entering the gallery and sitting down behind the prosecutor’s table, they waited for the Lord Justice to enter the room. Moments later, they rose when the presiding jurist entered to take his seat. “Be seated,” he said as those in the room quietly obeyed. Noah took a deep breath, calming his nerves. It had been a long while since he’d given testimony though never in a case as personal as this. Even though he’d spoken before and presided over various courts of law at different levels, this felt the most intimidating of all. “We are here today in the matter of Her Majesty’s Court versus Ralph Wilkes. Because this is the closing inquest into this matter, there will be no jury present as no judgment will be made. In this final day of testimony, we will hear from Lord Noah Sheffield as to what occurred at his home in the United States of America.” “Lord Sheffield?” Tony whispered. “I told you…” “Lord Sheffield, will you please take the stand?” Noah stood then approached the witness box next to the judge’s bench. After being sworn in, he took his seat and adjusted the microphone. “Lord Sheffield, could you please tell us in detail the events leading up to the death of Ralph Wilkes?” Noah went into detail, periodically answering questions to clarify what he’d said. “While I lay unconscious, either he or my former employee— or both—bound me to the water wheel of my own grist mill. Since taking ownership of the property, I’ve had the mill converted to operate only when the river reaches a certain level. Once it does, a sensor starts the machinery, the wheel operates and the mill creates power for the main house. Because of an article in a prestigious architectural magazine, Wilkes learned about it. Soon after his arrival in St. Louis, a front of heavy rains and thunderstorms moved through the area giving him the advantage he needed to exact his 176

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender revenge. Leaving me in that state, he knew I’d only last for so long before I’d drown. After that, it could end up being a long time before anyone found me which gave him time to escape and set up a new life using my identity in an ironic twist.” “And you know this for fact?” “Yes, m’lord,” Noah answered. “Wilkes taunted me for a bit before he removed the pole he’d used to jam the wheel which then allowed it to operate as it had been designed to do.” “How do you mean ‘ironic twist’?” “For as much as he hated us—me especially—he planned to steal my life and pass himself off as Noah Sheffield in a city he hoped had no connections to my firm, the St. Louis city courts or the Federal district I preside over.” “What happened after that?” “He forced my fiancée to watch as I helplessly fell victim to his plan. Until the wheel jammed again, I had been able to hold my breath while underwater. However when it stopped, I became trapped underwater and nearly drowned. Mister Tony Sharpe rescued me then we headed straight to my house where Wilkes had taken Miss Mitchell. On the way across my lawn, we found the body of Gray Robb—who’d become Wilkes’ accomplice—shot to death.” “And your physical condition at this point?” “Not very good,” Noah answered. “In fact, I needed Mister Sharpe’s support to keep standing but the need to get Miss Mitchell to safety drove me past my own limitations.” “And when you entered your home, you found what?” “Wilkes lay dead in the kitchen, a knife buried in his body, my gun in his hand.” “The official cause of death?” “Miss Fallon Mitchell had killed him in self-defense after he threatened her.” 177

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Is it true you’ve come straight from hospital to be here today?” “Yes.” “Your condition, Your Lordship?” “I still suffer the lingering aftereffects of two infections contracted during my time in the mill water.” “And Miss Mitchell?” “She has been released from hospital and physically is fine though she suffers from short-term memory loss from the shock to her brain.” “Is that considered Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome?” “Yes, I believe it is.” “Our sincerest wishes for a speedy recovery for you both.” “Thank you.” “Do you have anything more to add before we end this proceeding?” “When you publish the final report on this case, please be sure that Miss Fallon Mitchell’s innocence in this entire affair is reflected in a positive light. Because of what happened, she has no memory of what occurred. If, when she regains the lost time and she wants to, I’d like her to read this record so she will understand that she is blameless in what happened.” “So noted and thank you, Baron Sheffield,” the Lord Justice stated. “With his Lordship’s testimony this morning, that closes the case. As soon as the transcripts are published, I will make sure the appropriate parties receive copies including Baron Sheffield. We are adjourned.” Everyone rose as the Lord Justice left the bench. Noah shook hands with the prosecutor and thanked him then turned to leave with his friend. “Not so fast, Your Lordship,” Tony said devilishly. “Explain this.” 178

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “My father had property up in the north country. When he died, the title passed to me. Once a year, I slip into the House of Lords, sit through the opening session and then quietly slip out. No one knew I’d been doing this because I sat in the rear of the sessions and didn’t say too much.” “But if you have property…” “I have a very good steward who keeps the estate operating at a profit. All in all, I say it works out pretty well.” “Where do you stay?” “At the club,” Noah answered. “I’ve never given up my membership.” “All this time, I’ve been friends with royalty…” “It’s just a title,” Noah said. “While I take it seriously, I’m still the same Noah Sheffield you’ve been friends with for years. Nothing’s changed aside from you now knowing.” “When do you plan to tell Fallon?” “First things first—she has to remember our relationship.” **** Once they returned to the hotel, Noah took a shower while Tony ordered dinner. By the time Noah finished, dinner waited on the dining table in their suite. Afterwards, while Tony watched some BBC1 on television, Noah went on his computer to check emails. It had been a while since he’d been online and his mailbox had been almost filled. After deleting a lot of junk mail, he settled into answering several which needed his immediate attention. Once done, he checked the chat rooms he’d frequented before meeting up with Fallon. The thought of Internet sex with her made his cock ache with need for her. Signing into Domjustice, he looked for his Fallenangel. To his surprise—and delight—Fallon had signed on. Fallenangel: Are you there? Domjustice: Yes. 179

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Fallenangel: I’m sorry I’ve been out of contact. Domjustice: I’ve been busy myself. I’m out of town at the moment. Fallenangel: Where? Domjustice: London. A few moments passed before she answered, Noah beginning to worry considering the cover story they’d created involved him being out of town on business. As much as he wanted her to remember, he dreaded accidently pushing her when he couldn’t be with her. Fallenangel: I’ve been in the hospital. Domjustice: Are you all right? Fallenangel: I’m not sure. They tell me I’d been the victim of a carjacking but I can’t remember. Domjustice: Talk to me. Fallenangel: It doesn’t feel right. Domjustice: Why? Fallenangel: I keep seeing things. “Tony, can we fly back tonight?” “I don’t see why not. Why? What’s wrong?” “Fallon’s remembering. I want to be there when it comes back to her.” “I’ll call the pilot. By the time we pack and check out, he should’ve completed pre-flight.” “Go for it.” Next, Noah called Barbara. “I’m trying to fly back tonight which should put us in St. Louis sometime late tomorrow afternoon. When we are close to landing, I’ll call you. I want you to take Fallon to the house,” he told her after explaining the reasons for their abrupt return to the States. “But the doctors said…” “They haven’t helped her. I have to try. If she sees…” “And if you fail?” 180

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I won’t,” he stated emphatically. “But…” “I’ll handle it.” Once he ended the call with Barbara Chase, he went back to the computer. Fallenangel: Are you still there? Domjustice: I had to take a call—sorry. Fallenangel: It’s okay. Domjustice: Tell me what you remember. Fallenangel: I texted you that I had to work and couldn’t make our date that night. Domjustice: And? Fallenangel: This is where I start losing it. Changing the subject, he tried to do what they’d done before they’d actually met. Domjustice: I don’t have the webcam right now. Are you still interested? Fallenangel: More than anything. Noah breathed a sigh of relief—at least they had not lost that part of their relationship. Now, will I make it back in time? **** Fallon felt relief coursing through her when she finally connected with her mysterious lover. The fact he hadn’t been upset about her absence and, as she’d thought, he’d been busy eased her mind considerably. Shit, he’s in London—like Noah Sheffield… Pushing that thought aside, she concentrated on her conversation with Domjustice. The periods of time when he didn’t answer her caused her to worry but since he admitted being in London on business, she understood more—accepting him as he had her. He’d listened to her, asking her to confide in him which made Fallon feel a hell of a lot better about everything in her present life. Then came a surprise. 181

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Domjustice: I don’t have the webcam right now. Are you still interested? Fallenangel: More than anything. He told her to do several things asking that she tell him how she felt afterward—as always, her pleasure came first. For the first time in recent memory, Fallon Mitchell felt like herself. The sensations she enjoyed thanks to his written words made her feel sexy and cherished and yes, she loved being dominated. Her mystery lover had a way about him, Fallon wanting to submit to him. Domjustice: How do you feel? Fallenangel: You make me feel wonderful. Domjustice: Good, I’m glad. Fallenangel: Can we reschedule our date? Domjustice: Of course, once I return from London. Fallenangel: I look forward to it. Domjustice: So do I. Now, I suggest you get some rest. I have another overseas call to make before I finish up here. After saying good night and signing off the computer, Fallon walked over to her bed. Ignoring her nightgown, she slipped naked between the sheets. Closing her eyes, she fantasized about her mysterious lover but images of Noah Sheffield flashed through her mind overwhelming her thoughts. Sitting up, the sheet fell to her waist arousing her sensitive nipples as it did, Fallon shaking her head. No, it’s impossible—it can’t be him. Lying back, she closed her eyes again but she couldn’t shake the images of Noah Sheffield—his gorgeous eyes, his smile, his amazing body… Please, Fallon, get a grip. You don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell with him. You’ve got Mister Mystery… No matter what she told herself, she couldn’t think of anyone except Noah Sheffield. It also did not help that her body begged for his—his domination over her, his cock inside her. 182

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Chapter 11 No sooner had Noah Sheffield and Tony Sharpe arrived at Lambert-St. Louis International Airport then they sped to Noah’s estate in Florissant. Prior to landing, Noah called Barbara Chase telling her to take Fallon out to the house. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” “After last night, I’m very sure about it.” While Davis drove as fast as he legally could, Noah went over things in his mind. He knew he’d have to take it easy with Fallon and not force anything on her. She had to be allowed to do this on her own. As much as his mind understood this, his body refused to calm. Never had he ached for a woman as he did Fallon Mitchell. I have to save us… Checking his Rolex, he inwardly groaned—another half-hour before they’d get to the house. “Easy, mate,” Tony said. Noah looked at him. “Am I that obvious?” Tony looked at him rolling his eyes, giving Noah his answer. Loosening his tie, Noah sat back and closed his eyes. Waiting for a judge’s decision or the jury to come back isn’t this bad. **** Fallon woke to the incessant ringing of her phone. “Hello?” “Fallon, it’s Barbara,” the other voice said. “Sorry to wake you but Mister Sheffield wants the two of us to meet him at his estate.” 184

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I don’t understand.” “Damn, I forgot to remind you,” Barbara said uncharacteristically cursing. “My apologies…Mister Sheffield had promoted you up to his office as my personal assistant. I’m not getting any younger, you know.” “I… But…” “There are times when he prefers to work out at the house. It ends up being overnight or for the weekend so I wanted you to be prepared.” “What?” “Pack a bag—casual clothes plus bring one of your gorgeous suits and a dress to wear out. I’ll pick you up in half an hour.” The call ended, Fallon sat in bed a little confused. First Barbara Chase called and, in the short time frame of the conversation, Fallon learned she’d been promoted upstairs and now, while on a leave of absence, her hunky boss wanted them to go to his estate— not for a few hours but maybe overnight—or longer. Fallon had thirty minutes to shower, dress and pack. God, I hope I choose the right clothes… Slipping out of bed, she went into the bathroom and took a very quick shower. Grateful for her hair being naturally wavy, it saved her time trying to style it. Wrapped in a towel, she quickly packed then chose one of her suits and a sequined emerald green minidress—backless yet elegant with a graceful neckline. The way it draped in the back made it look like it had been tied in a loose bow—a very mysterious design which is why she’d bought it. Placing it in the garment bag with a black pinstriped pantsuit, she hoped she’d made the right choices. Grabbing her black stilettos, a pair of sandals and her favorite boots, Fallon again hoped for the best. Why am I so damned nervous? Slipping into a burgundy low-cut, loose-fitting top over black denim jeans, she picked out a gray lightweight vest to finish her layered look. Instead of packing her boots, she pulled them on, 185

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender grabbed everything and went downstairs to wait for Barbara Chase. While waiting, she grabbed her prescriptions praying she wouldn’t need them. Moments later and right on time, Barbara Chase knocked on her door. “Are you ready?” “I hope so,” Fallon answered. Together, they went down to a waiting stretch limo, Fallon gasping. “Get used to it, my dear,” Barbara said before snickering. “You’re in The Ivory Tower now.” “You know about that?” Fallon gasped. “Jonathan originally coined it and the name filtered downstairs and took.” “If only you knew…” Fallon said under her breath. “What?” “Nothing,” Fallon said, remembering how the term had always been used on the sly. Wow, what else am I going to learn? Moments later, they headed to Noah Sheffield’s estate outside of Florissant. She’d heard a great deal about it but couldn’t remember who told her. Shrugging a little, she gazed out at the passing scenery. “Are you all right?” “This memory loss—the gaps, the lapses…” she answered. “It’s all unnerving.” “Maybe time away will help…” Barbara suggested. “Maybe,” Fallon said before changing the subject. “What are we working on?” “Wrapping up his trip to London plus some preliminary work on another case.” “The one he asked my opinion on?” “Either that or another one.” 186

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Considering what happened, I’d have thought he’d ask someone else.” “Noah Sheffield is not the kind to abandon someone for any reason unless it’s a damned good one. He’s seen something in you…” “That may have been true before the…” “It doesn’t matter,” Barbara said, obviously defending their boss fiercely. “He wants you there.” “I hope I don’t disappoint him.” “Fallon, I don’t think you could ever do that. He saw something special in you plus he trusts me to show you my job so I can leave the office in good hands when I retire.” “You’re not…” “Not for a while but we both agree it’s the perfect time and you’re right for the job.” “So you aren’t…” “No, dear. I’m very happy about the decision. At least I know he’ll be in good hands.” “I hope so,” Fallon said with a little apprehension. What if I screw up or let him down? Why is this so damned hard? I’ve never been so self-doubting… **** Noah’s cell phone rang, the ringtone telling him he had a text from Barbara. Mission accomplished. Thank you. “Good news?” Tony asked, seeing Noah obviously a little more relaxed. “They’re at the house,” Noah replied. “Now, if we can only get through this bloody traffic.” “Sir, according to the police radio, there’s a multi-car accident up ahead. It’s going to be a while.” “Bloody hell! Why now?” 187

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Noah, it will be all right.” “This stretch of highway and I do not get along, I swear.” “Tell me about it but let’s face it…you had help on that one.” “Plus my stupidity. I should never have tried to drive in a storm like that.” “Past history, mate. You have to make the best of it.” Noah nodded, his friend right. Past history could not be changed, only learned from. Then again… He settled back and waited for the accident to be cleared. God, how I hate waiting… “Patience, mate.” **** As soon as they arrived at the Sheffield estate, Barbara made sure Fallon settled into the guestroom directly across the hall from the master suite. “Noah doesn’t have a housekeeper,” Barbara explained. “He values his privacy and trusts very few people. Once a week, one of us orders from the grocer and fills the pantry while one of the girls who cleans the office picks up extra money coming by to straighten or clean. If he’s out of town like this last trip to London, Tony and I check on the place unless Tony’s either with him or decides to stay. His room is down the hall. I know it sounds confusing but it works…” “And you?” “Mine’s next to Tony’s but I rarely use it. My home is an exit or two before the one to get here depending on which one I take so I’m not that far away. Besides, I like my own bed.” Fallon nodded as she looked around, a puzzled look on her face. “Fallon?” “I’m sorry but this all seems so damned familiar to me—like I’ve been here before…” 188

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “A past life maybe?” Barbara asked, a knowing smile on her face. “Maybe that’s it,” Fallon said absently. “Why don’t you get to know the place, maybe go outside…” “I couldn’t—not when he’s not here.” “Trust me—he won’t mind,” Barbara tried to assure her. “But you mentioned how he values his privacy.” “There are those of us—you included—who do not fall into the same category as having live-in servants or the like. She cleans while he’s at the office and the groundskeepers—he couldn’t get around having them—come in every Thursday unless it’s been raining.” “Understandable,” Fallon said. “I just don’t want to upset him by going where I shouldn’t.” “If there is anywhere in the house like that, the door will be locked—simple as that.” “I just…” “Fallon, Noah wants you to regain your memory. To do that, you need to relax and stop doubting everything. It’s all right to explore—really.” Fallon nodded feeling somewhat reassured. In that moment, she knew she had to dig deep into her being and pull Fallon Mitchell out—the Fallon who’d been self-assured and knew what she wanted. The Fallon who said she’d marry Noah Sheffield… Fallon’s hand went to her forehead as her mind raced. What the… “Fallon?” “I feel lightheaded.” “Go outside and get some air.” Fallon nodded and went out onto the terrace overlooking the lawns and the river. She walked through the gate in the hedge and across the upper lawn taking everything in. She kept going to the lower lawn enjoying the fresh air and the sounds around her. In the 189

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender distance, she could see a building that looked like it had been built into the river itself, Fallon recalling she’d heard something about an old grist mill. Something inside her went crazy as images came back to her. Oh, my God! Her mind racing, everything came rushing back to her—her relationship with Noah Sheffield, the storms and the escaped convict who’d sworn revenge against Noah, Noah bound to the mill wheel and underwater. Her head pounded as her life overwhelmed her, the gaps filling in faster than she could handle. I need the pills… I need… Fallon turned around intent on going back to the house so she could take her medications but she stopped, frozen where she stood. Standing several feet away, Noah Sheffield looked like an angel. Wearing a white suit, light blue shirt that matched his gorgeous eyes and a loose matching tie, he struck her as either a man who could save the world or one who’d died, unable to cheat the death a madman had planned yet he came back to her in a fantasy. “Are you real?” **** As soon as Davis pulled the limo up to the front of the house, Noah got out of the car and ran inside. Finding Barbara in the kitchen, he went straight to her. “Where’s Fallon?” “She went outside for a walk.” “You know if she starts remembering too fast, it could destroy her.” “I believe I mentioned that before you told me to bring her here. What did you expect?” Noah stopped, catching his breath while realizing Barbara had been right. “She is starting to remember,” Barbara told him. “You should go to her…” 190

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “What if I’ve made a mistake?” “Don’t compound it by not doing anything. If she remembers anything of that horrible day at the mill, she will need confirmation from you that you survived and that we didn’t hand her a line about your whereabouts. You have to do this sooner or later—I think now is the time.” “Wish me luck?” “Always.” Noah quickly walked outside loosening his tie more as well as the next button on his shirt. Suddenly, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe and it scared him but putting Fallon first, he pushed himself to walk down the lawn to meet her. Seeing her in tight black jeans that showed off her gorgeous legs only served to make his cock beg for her. Watching her, he could tell something troubled her and feared the memories had come back. As he went to call to her, she turned to come back up the lawn only when she saw him, she stopped. Unable to move, she stared at him as if in disbelief while trying to understand what happened to her. “Are you real?” she asked. “Yes,” he said as he slowly approached her. Step by step they closed the distance between them until neither could stand it any longer. Breaking into a run, they sped into each other’s arms, Noah pulling her tight against him as he spun her around. “Where have you been?” “I spent a long time in hospital fighting two separate infections—one respiratory and one from the crap in the trough water. I almost died and they refused to let me out of bed until they could be sure I wouldn’t have a relapse. The minute I walked out of the hospital, I flew to London for the final inquest closing the Wilkes case. When you told me you had been seeing things, we hurried 191

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender back and straight here. I didn’t want you going through it by yourself.” “What happened to Wilkes?” “You killed him in self-defense…” “I… No, I…” Pulling her tighter against him, he quieted her while she cried. “The killing has been ruled a case of self-defense and you won’t face any charges whatsoever. The case is closed on both sides of the Atlantic.” “Does that mean…” “It’s over, Fallon,” he said before he kissed the top of her head. “It’s over.”

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Chapter 12 Arm in arm, they walked back to the house and went inside. Tony and Barbara met them in the kitchen where Barbara had been making a late light meal. “I didn’t know how hungry anyone might be so…” “That’s fine,” Noah said. “Thanks.” The feel of Fallon’s fingertips tracing circles on his back underneath his jacket driving him crazy, Noah Sheffield didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. I need her… “Fallon, good to see you,” Tony said as he lifted his bottle of beer to her. “And the both of you now that I really know who I am.” “That’s wonderful, dear,” Barbara said as she dried her hands before going over to the younger woman to give her a hug. “I don’t know what went on over the past several weeks but I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” “Suffice it to say, your car is in the garage where it’s been since the night you first came out here. The carjacking idea seemed to be the most plausible explanation at the time to explain its absence and your injuries,” Tony said. “It worked though I didn’t understand why no one from the insurance company or the police department contacted me about it. But then again, not being able to remember anything, what would I have told them?” “She’s good, mate,” Tony said. “She’ll be good for you.” “If she wants that,” Noah said. “After what happened, I…” 193

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Suddenly, Noah felt a solid thud to his back. Hoping it meant what he thought it did, he wished everyone would leave them alone as they had a hell of a lot to discuss. “If she’s smart, mate—she’ll run and not look back,” Tony said with a devilish wink. “But then again, I’ve known you a bloody long time—or at least, I thought I did.” “I have one question seeing as the truth has been coming out…” “What’s that?” Noah asked. “Barbara said one of the other employees has been watching Snoopy. Who has her?” As if on cue, the cat cautiously walked into the kitchen. Once she saw her mistress, she did her best to jump up on the counter but her small size prevented it. Tony bent down to pick her up, the cat feeling better. “I’m the other employee,” Tony admitted. “We’ve kinda become friends. Anyway, we figured it would be easier on the cat’s emotional state to leave her here where she felt semi-comfortable instead of moving her again.” Though she removed her arm from around Noah’s waist, his did not stray from her shoulder. Fallon took the cat and hugged her, the sound of a small motor running filling the room. Fallon began to cry and tried to hide it from the others though Noah knew better and held her a little tighter. “I think it’s time you took me home, Mister Sharpe…” “I think you’re right,” he agreed. “If you two need anything, call us.” Noah nodded, grateful for his friend’s wisdom in allowing them to be alone. Once he heard the sound of the door closing, he breathed a sigh of relief. “I love them dearly but I thought they’d never leave.”

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Gingerly, she put Snoopy down on the floor then stood back with her hands behind her, her feet apart and eyes staring at Noah’s shoes. “If my Master still wants me, I will gladly agree to his terms of surrender as I want everything we had before this horrible event in our lives—now even more.” Noah stepped closer then gently moved her hair out of his way. Slipping the loose-fitting vest off her shoulders, he let it fall though it stopped when it reached her clasped hands. Easing the neckline of her top over her shoulders then down her arms, Noah’s breath caught when he spied her nipple rings still in place, her buds firm. “Look at me, Fallon.” Slowly gazing up at him, their eyes met as she obeyed him. “Master?” “I want you more now than ever before—as my slave, lover and most of all, my wife. Part of the reason my recovery took so long is that I put you first right after Tony got me out of the mill. What they didn’t tell you is that he found me with my head underwater because the mechanism controlling the wheel jammed. Had he not gotten to me when he did, I would be dead but he managed to free me and after arguing with me, he supported me so I could come back up here for you.” “Noah, no…” “I love you, Mistress,” Noah said. “I thought I knew the meaning of the word but you taught me what it really is. For a master to put his slave ahead of his own desires—no matter what they are— speaks volumes as to their relationship. If you will still have me, I want more than anything in this world to be your husband.” “I want that, too…” Noah’s mouth covered hers as his hand went behind her neck to pull her closer. Their tongues danced as they got reacquainted, almost as if it had been a lifetime instead of a few weeks. Noah 195

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender drew back a little gazing at Fallon and the obvious reaction her body had to his. “What does my slave want to do?” “Whatever my Master wants,” she answered, her breathing erotically heavy. Noah kissed her again, his cock throbbing impatiently. “Drop your vest then take off your top,” he said as he pulled his tie off. Watching her obey him without question aroused him more as heat rose through his body. As soon as she had done what he commanded, he walked behind her and tied her hands together. “Are you all right with this?” he asked. “Considering what happened, I will understand any hesitation.” “I trust you, Master,” she said, the four words speaking volumes. Moments later, he had her where he wanted her—naked and very aroused. Gently pushing her down to her knees, he quickly stripped before laying the head of his cock at her lips. Instinctively, she opened her mouth inviting him to go further. “My slave knows what I want…” “Yes, Master, I do,” she said. “Then continue.” Drawing his cock into her mouth, Fallon’s tongue laved it as she took him. Her mere touch made him swell more, Fallon taking him without hesitating. Though Noah tried to hold his reaction until she’d had some time, it didn’t work causing him to take her head between his hands. Pounding his cock into her mouth, he exploded into her, his essence filling her. “Fallon…” he cried out as she laved his cock teasing him. With that, she took him deep into her throat, once more giving him a mind-boggling blow job. Unable to stop her—and not wanting to—he let her go then when he neared the edge, he pressed her closer while he thrust his cock into her, the sensation 196

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender driving him insane with desire. Filling her, he waited for her to lave his shaft again before he pulled her to her feet and kissed her. “My God, woman, I missed you,” he gasped. “I missed you though I didn’t understand why I felt so empty. When I started seeing you in my dreams and every time I closed my eyes, my body went wild but I still didn’t comprehend why.” “Then it will be my pleasure to help you remember,” Noah assured her. After kissing her again, he spun her around and grasped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her extremely firm buds. Fallon’s breath caught as she fought to behave only she surprised him by taking his cock in her bound hands and holding him. Taking both breasts in one hand, he slipped his other between her legs and teased her clit as her grip on him tightened. Fallon’s body completely under his control, Noah took her to the edge several times refusing to allow her relief. His tongue traced her neck, her only reaction came from the tight hold she had on him. “The moment you feel my mouth at the base of your neck, I want you to come and I want to hear your pleasure as you cry out.” “Yes, Master.” Noah slid his finger into her pussy and finger fucked her while he squeezed her breasts. “Gorgeous tits, woman,” he complimented her. “Thank you, Master,” she gasped, Noah knowing it wouldn’t take much for her to disobey him. Noah slid a second finger inside her and he took her to the edge. Just as she reached it, his lips latched onto her skin as he suckled her neck. Fallon cried out, her body out of control as he allowed her the relief she begged for. “Master, please…” she cried out. “Please, what?” “Help me,” she pleaded. 197

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah supported her as her legs threatened to give way. The sweet taste of her skin in his mouth drove him more as he continued to make her come, her body his to command. Despite holding her tight against him, she managed to pump his cock though being difficult due to their positions. Before he knew it, his cock exploded over her hands and back as Noah groaned. Together they fell to the floor spent from their reunion. His fingers traced her body from her pussy to the valley between her breasts where he stopped before taking the nipple rings and tugging them. Fallon’s breath caught, her body trembling between that sensation and the last remnants of their orgasm. “I want you for my wife,” he said calmly. “I want you for my husband,” she whispered. “But I must tell you something first.” “What?” “I believe that we conceived before I lost my memory. Now, I don’t know.” “The doctors called it a false pregnancy because of your strong desire for having children. It’s a good thing because if you had been, the amount of blood loss you suffered from the bullet wound and the internal bleeders coupled with the shock to your system would’ve caused an immediate miscarriage due to the brief period of time. From what they told me, had you been pregnant, we might have lost you, as well.” “I want to have your child, Master—as soon as possible.” “When you have the doctor’s approval then yes, we will try but not until then. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and will take any and all precautions not to lose you.” Fallon turned in his arms facing him. Gazing at him, her eyes still a bit hazed over from the sexual rush, she nodded. “I almost lost you once, Noah,” she said. “I won’t do anything to risk that ever again.” “I love you, Fallon.” 198

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I love you…” she said seconds before she gasped as he teased her nipples. “My God, I love you!” **** When Noah woke a short time later, he felt soft lips caressing his balls, his cock deep inside Fallon’s mouth. Still with her hands bound behind her—her express desire—she slowly suckled his shaft. His hands instinctively went to the back of her head pressing her closer. “If you’re going to misbehave, I may have to punish you.” “As you wish,” she said, her gaze now locked with his. “If you persist in doing this, I expect your sweet pussy where I can drink from it.” “Yes, Master,” Fallon said as she slowly moved to the position he wanted. Taking it step by slow torturous step, she never lost contact with his cock, Noah overpowered by his slave. Noah desperately tried to hold his reactions so they could enjoy the results of this together but each single move drove him speeding toward the edge. For once, he couldn’t be sure if his stamina would survive. “Fallon, you are torture—sheer, divine torture.” He felt her nod her head, his gorgeous submissive refusing to release his cock. “Fallon Sheffield, I’m ready to come. I need you where I can drink from you—now!” Fallon continued what she’d been doing, Noah groaning. As soon as she settled along the length of his body, Noah’s tongue laved her pussy while he freed her hands. As soon as she moved them, he wrapped his hands in the ends of his tie, laid it across her waist and pulled down, the length of silk holding her in place. While she took him past the point of no return, he thrust his tongue into her pussy. Seconds before he exploded into her mouth, he reached for her waist, his arm replacing the tie. Slapping her ass then massaging it, he laved her clit. 199

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “The moment you take me, I want you to come.” He felt her nod, continuing to drive his body to its limits and beyond. As soon as his essence filled her, she drenched him only at the height of her climax, he slapped her ass again. The conflicting emotions sent her over the edge further as her body bucked from the pain/pleasure. “That’s for torturing me.” “Yes, Master,” she gasped as the climax continued to wash over her. Noah teased her clit and once again, at the height of the newest orgasm, he slapped her ass—this time on the other side. Fallon drenched him, Noah drinking her sweet essence. Feeling her tongue laving his skin while her hand massaged his balls, Noah swiped his tongue over her pussy one last time before he spoke. “I need your lips on mine.” “I think they are.” “Don’t be cheeky, my love, or I’ll have to punish you again.” “As you wish, Master,” she said as she slowly shifted her position though this time, she didn’t torture him as before. As soon as he could, he pulled her into a kiss though he tasted something else—her tears. Pulling back, he brushed her hair back as concern overwhelmed him. “Fallon, talk to me—I need to know what’s wrong.” “I’m sorry but every once in a while, the vision of you…” Noah pulled her tight against him, his body wrapping protectively around hers. “Fallon, I am here. I survived—we survived—what happened. I’m not going anywhere and considering what happened, I’m not sure I ever want to be away from you. The sight of you laying in a pool of blood terrified me and it made me ignore what happened to me in order to make sure you got the help you needed. If, in order to make sure you’re always safe, it means I 200

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender give up certain parts of my life to do that—I will and never look back.” “I can’t ask you to do that.” “It’s not up for discussion. I find perfection in a gorgeous blonde who’d been right under my nose at my own firm and, because of my past, damned near lose it. I won’t risk that again. You are way too bloody important to me.” Fallon wept, finally releasing every pent-up emotion harboring in her body. Her tears bathed his shoulder, Noah holding her while he rubbed her back. “Let it out,” he whispered, wishing he could do the same. Remembering his childhood, his mother had always said a good cry eased the pain and cleansed the soul while his father emphatically informed him that men never cried and a real man never showed his emotions. Well, I think I’ve proven you wrong and Mum right… Holding her, he thought back to the day Wilkes had sworn his revenge and wondered if he’d shown his concern and fears that Wilkes would indeed carry out his threat, would things have been different? A quick examination of the incident at court followed by the most recent events told him that he couldn’t have changed anything. Even if he had remained in London under constant protection, Wilkes would have gotten to him anyway and more importantly, he would never have found Fallon nor would he be holding her exotic body next to his while she did exactly what he began to realize he needed as well. Once Fallon healed, maybe he would enjoy the same pleasure. **** Fallon started, her body feeling trapped. Panic began to overtake her until she realized Noah’s amazing body encircled hers— her own protective cocoon. As soon as she moved, he opened his eyes, the piercing brilliance shooting through her. Unable to have any secrets from him, she wondered if they sought out her fears to chase them away. 201

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “How do you feel?” he asked. “Better,” she said. “What?” he asked, noticing her obvious hesitation. “I feel like I’ve let you down somehow.” “Me—why?” “As my Dominant, you’ve sworn to protect me but aren’t I supposed to soothe and care for you? Am I not supposed to put you first above my needs?” “I don’t believe so. For me to feel complete in our relationship, I have the privilege of you trusting me to control your life in certain aspects or at certain times, meaning I’m supposed to know what is best for you. When we are together, your pleasure is my pleasure. Your pain is mine. No matter what happens to you, I feel what you do. When the tables are turned and you are my Mistress, the same responsibility falls to you and so far, you’ve been an amazing Dominant. You have comforted me more than you know, even though I’m completely acting like a bloody idiot right now.” “You could never be an idiot.” “Then why do I fall to pieces or mush when we are together? Had you died, I don’t know what I would have done.” “I left the mill believing the worst and wanting to die. The minute I felt the bullet tear into my side and saw my blood flowing uncontrollably, I did what I had to then made my way upstairs where I locked myself inside the playroom. I dreaded the thought he might come after me and the last thing I wanted to see had been him. I barely remember seeing you at the entry to the playroom even though I didn’t honestly trust myself to believe what I saw.” “Believe me when I say that you saved my life. Seeing your beautiful face and gorgeous body while praying I’d be able to see you again kept me alive. No sooner had Tony rescued me than we argued because I refused to stay at the mill to wait for help. As we made our way up to the house, I saw signs of what had happened 202

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender and it made me sick because it terrified me that I’d failed you. I’d sworn to protect you but…” “Your vow dealt with what goes on between us in our relationship. How could you have known what lay ahead of us?” “As a man who wants to marry and spend the rest of his life with you, it’s a natural instinct to be protective no matter what. I failed at that miserably.” “But…” “I knew Wilkes could be in the city because Jerry had read about it in the London papers—the reason why I wanted you here at the house. I thought it would be safe enough but he proved me wrong. One thing I never want you to feel is vulnerable but I literally put you into a very vulnerable position.” “And who would ever think he’d strike during a severe thunderstorm?” “I should have,” Noah said as if chastising himself. “The storm proved the perfect cover for his crime as well as the perfect accomplice. I underestimated my enemy and I will never forgive myself for that decision.” “Noah, you can’t let it eat at you like this. That madman is gone—I mean you said I killed him…” “Yes, you did and I’m very proud of you for being strong.” “I’m not that strong—not then, not now,” she said. “Terrified—yes but not strong.” “The fact of the matter is that the nightmare is over and behind us. We have the rest of our lives to spend together however you want to.” Fallon hugged him, relaxing a little. Please, let that be true… **** Dawn broke, bathing Noah Sheffield’s room with a warm orange glow. Fallon woke, slipped out of bed and dressed. A need 203

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender to be alone to sort things out had overtaken her so she decided to take an early morning walk. Dressing in the black jeans and loose-fitting burgundy top she’d worn when she came out to the house, she left the room and headed downstairs. Barefoot, the feel of the thick carpet beneath her feet comforted her while cushioning her footsteps. The last thing she wanted or needed to do—wake Noah who needed rest in order to finish his own recovery. Once she regained her memory, she felt better save several issues that she had to deal with by herself but if there might be the slightest chance of a relapse or the infections returning, Noah needed to be on top of his game. The time has arrived for Noah to come before me… Crossing the solarium, she opened the French doors to the brilliance of the sunrise as well as its warmth. Always believing sunsets had more beauty, this morning changed her mind. Maybe I should have tried to get him up… Intent on going out onto the terrace, Fallon went to take a step but found she couldn’t. For some reason—lingering terror from what had happened that night, maybe—she stood frozen and unable to move. Several attempts to do one simple task failed, Fallon confused. Why? If it’s all over, why am I terrified? What’s out there that can harm me? Tears came to her eyes yet again, this time coupled with despair over the newest change in her life. “Not now—not when it can be perfect…” “Fallon?” **** Noah woke, his cell phone ringing incessantly. Groaning because he found himself alone in bed and whoever called refused to leave a message, he reached for the small electronic wanting to throw it across the room. Instead, he answered it. “Sheffield?” 204

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Forgive me, Your Lordship, but there’s an emergency here at the estate and it needs your personal attention.” “Why? What’s happened?” “One of the buildings on the lower grounds is on fire. The fire brigade has contained it to the one side but…” “Why am I needed?” “The inspector has ruled it as suspicious.” “Already?” “Yes, sir,” the man said. “It seems to have been a personal attack on you.” “How so?” “Apparently, when police went through that Wilkes fellow’s personal effects, they found a letter stating that his revenge had not been complete despite finding you in the States. He wanted to take more from you on both sides of the pond.” “Is anything urgent?” “No, sir, but they want to talk to you personally and as soon as possible.” “I need to take care of something here first then I will fly over. I’ll have my secretary advise you of the details.” “Yes, sir, and thank you.” Noah hung up cursing. What the hell did Wilkes do that this part of his revenge took place nearly a month and a half after his death? Looking for Fallon and needing her calming influence, he worried about her. “Fallon?” No answer. Getting out of bed and grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt, he ran out of the room searching for her. As soon as he reached the solarium, he stopped wishing he had a camera. Silhouetted against a beautiful sunrise, Fallon stood leaning against the jamb of the open French doors. A gorgeous picture, he’d like to have it hanging somewhere in the house. 205

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Fallon?” He saw her start a little but she refused to look at him, Noah immediately knowing something bothered her. Walking over to her, he stood next to her—close enough to feel her presence yet far enough away to not make her feel intimidated or trapped. “Fallon?” he said, this time seeing tears running down her cheeks. “Please, talk to me.” “For years, I thought I knew what I wanted until I met a wonderful man who makes me feel whole in every sense of the word and even knows me better than I know myself. You’ve taken my life and given me so much but while you are perfect, I feel like I’m flawed and letting you down.” “Why do you feel like that?” “Because, at this moment, I can’t cross this threshold. It scares me to leave the house. If I can’t do that, how can I be the right woman for a man I believe can do nothing wrong? I feel like I’m…” “Fallon, I used to love walking down to the mill to watch life on the river. Now, I dread going to the same place I nearly died. I hate the fact Wilkes took that away from me and now you.” “I know I need to deal with that night if I ever expect to get past it but I can’t do it.” “It takes time…” “Time we don’t have—that monster proved that to both of us. As long as I’m not able to confront what happened, I’m no good to anyone—not you and not myself. Maybe, I should have died…” “Fallon, no!” Noah said as he spun her around to look at him. “I love you—flaws or none. I want you any way I can have you. I can be a very patient man when I want something and I’m more than willing to wait this out with you. It’s my fault you’re in this place in your life and I want to fix things so that…” 206

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Noah, that’s just it—what if things can’t be fixed? What if I can never go inside the playroom ever again? What if I cannot accept the fact that I’m submissive in nature and that I…” “Shh, we need to take this one step at a time. First, I want you to accompany me to England. I got a call about some business needing my personal attention…” “I think I should remain here—more than likely at my apartment…” “I need you with me,” he stated emphatically. “Noah…” Unable to take this any longer, Noah’s lips covered hers as he drove his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, he picked her up and walked outside onto the terrace. Gently putting her down, he gazed at her. Fallon looked at him, confused. “How can you want me after… I can’t even go outside…” “Fallon, you are on the patio and you didn’t fall apart. Now, we are going to take an early morning walk down to the river and face our demons head on.” Fallon looked around her seeing the house a short distance away from them. Trembling, she looked at it then back at Noah, an air of childlike innocence washing over her. “You can do it, Fallon—we can do it,” he said. “I almost believe you…” she whispered. “Let’s go then,” he urged. “We’ll take it slowly—at your pace.” She nodded then looked toward the mill. Noah put his hand in hers and squeezed, her fingertips digging into his skin though he didn’t really notice—not when it involved Fallon’s mental state. Slowly leading her from the patio onto the lawn, they went across the upper lawn then stopped. “He died here—Robb died here…” “Yes, and it’s where Tony believes you sustained the head injury.” 207

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I vaguely remember something like that but between the darkness of the storm and everything that happened… Did I black out?” “The doctors believe you did.” “Wait—I did but after he dragged me inside, I woke on the floor right on the other side of the French doors. Wilkes—he slept on the couch with your gun in his hand. I tried to drag myself away from him to escape but he caught up with me in the kitchen. He tried to grab my arm to stop me from killing myself. I’d already lost you and the baby I thought I carried and refused to let him touch me. I used one of the knives on him and… My God, I’ve honestly killed a man…” “In self-defense,” Noah assured her. “No one believes you to be guilty of anything more.” “Why are you being so damned nice? I’m guilty of a capital crime—I should be in jail…” “Fallon, step back for a moment and think of what you know about the law. An indictment cannot be handed down if there is no evidence supporting the charge. The evidence shows you feared for your life with just cause especially after what you saw in the mill. Neither one of us stood a chance against Wilkes—a healthy man and one who towered over you—plus in your condition…” Fallon looked at Noah weeping. She began to falter but he held her up determined to get through to her. Guiding her past where Robb had died, they went down the hill to the mill. As they approached the door, Fallon tried to pull back but Noah refused to let her run. “Fallon, it’s all right,” he said. “I’m here and nothing will happen.” “But…” “Fallon, trust me.” Again she nodded though Noah could see the terror on her face as more intense memories came back to her. The next few 208

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender moments would be the hardest and he prayed his course of action would work. Opening the door, they slowly entered the mill. He felt her panic and pulled her closer. “Fallon, I need you to help me through this. I’m having the same trouble dealing with this as you are.” “But, Noah, you’re the strong one—the Dominant. I’m…” “You are my Mistress—the one who kept me alive and gave me hope that once I recovered, I’d be able to spend the rest of my life with you. If I lose you because of ghosts, then what kind of man am I that I couldn’t protect the one I love more than my own life? If I had not been able to focus on you, I’d be dead right now because I would not have had anything to live for.” “But I gave up on you. I’d lost the baby I thought we’d conceived and then you. I wanted to drive that knife into myself so I could join you. I betrayed you by trying to take a coward’s way out because I couldn’t face life without you. How can you still want me after knowing this?” “Because my love for you knows no bounds. I would have done the same thing if I’d gotten back to the house and found you dead. You didn’t betray me—in fact, I’ve never thought that.” Walking toward the stairs leading down to the mill floor, the sound of their breathing echoed in the silence surrounding them. A short while later, they stood on the ground floor of the grist mill looking at it. As hard as he tried to be strong for Fallon, Noah felt himself faltering as well. Looking at the thing that had been used as an instrument of revenge and near murder, he felt sick. Is it the chill of this place or what happened? “Are you all right?” Fallon asked. “I’m seeing everything in a very surreal way. My God, I’m sorry…” “Noah, you tried to warn me. The storm gave me a false sense of security because I believed nothing would happen during a rag209

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender ing storm. You called me and knowing you fought it to get home, I let my guard down because I wanted to see you but I never imagined my next sight of you would be here.” Noah pulled her closer, lifting her chin so they could look at each other. His lips covering hers, he drew her into an erotic kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as he tried to let her know how much he loved her. Drawing back, he knelt in front of her then took her hand in his. “Fallon Mitchell, I ask you again—will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” “Yes,” she said as emotions overwhelmed her. “My God, yes!”

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Chapter 13 Dropping to her knees, Fallon clung to Noah. Lifting her chin, he looked deeply into her eyes, then his lips covered hers, their kiss deeply passionate yet filled with a sense of urgency neither could shake. Noah could take it no longer as he slipped his hands under her top and pushed it up and over her head. His mouth caught her nipple, his teeth gently tugging on the ring. Her gasp pleased him as his hand massaged her other breast before tugging on its ring. “You have no idea what I want to do right now,” he said, before his tongue teased her extremely firm bud. “What?” “Do you trust me?” “Yes.” “No matter what?” “Yes, Noah, I do.” Helping her to stand, he led her to the support column where he’d last seen her before Wilkes and Robb left the mill with her leaving Noah to die. “If you have any misgivings…” “I trust you,” she repeated. “Grab the rings and do not let go. I’d tie your hands to them but I have nothing to do it with unless I…” “Don’t leave me here by myself—not yet…” Fallon raised her arms, her hands grabbing the rings above her. Once she had, Noah removed her jeans, her body shivering 211

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender from the natural dampness and chill of the wheel room. The chill also caused her nipples to peak more, Noah pleased. “Very nice,” he complimented as he removed his clothes. Going to her, he picked up where he’d left off, teasing her firm buds. “I want to rock your world…” “I am still your slave, Master. I agreed to your terms of surrender and I have no intention of breaking that agreement as long as you still want me.” “We would not be here—in this position—if I didn’t. I am very territorial when it comes to my submissives and I have no intention of allowing anyone to screw this up for us. Before we fly to London, I want to take a side trip to Las Vegas if you will agree to a quickie wedding. I want us together in every way possible and as soon as possible.” “As you desire,” she said. “What do you want?” “I want the same. I need you in my life and I want to be your wife.” “Good,” he said. “As soon as I’m done fucking your gorgeous body and we return to the house, I have several calls to make. While I do, pack clothes for us and…” “What do I need for London?” “Whatever Barbara had you bring here will be fine. Once we’re there, I’ll take you shopping and…” Fallon grinned, Noah stopping mid-sentence. “What?” “I love my control freak.” “I love you,” he said as he tugged her nipple rings. Fallon gasped, her body arching closer to him. Noah went back to teasing her nipples, Fallon arching her back to push them closer. His hand slipped between her legs and she parted them as much as she could to give him access. Noah 212

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender pushed them a little farther before he slipped two fingers inside her. “I see you’re ready for this.” “I want to always be ready for you. If I’m right, a Master should never be kept waiting unless his slave is deliberately torturing him.” “True, but much of the pleasure I enjoy comes from getting this gorgeous body of yours hot and ready.” Tugging one of the nipple rings, he pulled it a little then held it, Fallon’s body reacting by pushing away from the support. As he did this, he increased the pace his fingers took her at, the orgasm washing over her though she held back until he allowed her to come for him. “Come,” he whispered. Seconds later, his hand swam in her essence as she obeyed him. Her cries echoed throughout the lower level of the huge mill, her body trembling from the conflicting heat of the climax against the damp chill of the room. Looking up, he could see her hands white from the amount of force she exerted in order to hold onto the ring. Pressing closer to her, he placed his cock on her clit while he removed his fingers from her pussy. Once he had, he pressed himself against her entry, Fallon opening for him though once he’d entered her, she clamped down on his shaft refusing to release him. Noah set his fingertips on her lips, Fallon sucking them in as she would his cock. Thrusting into her, he sandwiched her body between his and the firm building support. Fallon fell into the moment, her body taking his cock while her mouth took his fingers in the same way. The rush coursing through his body drove him to pound his shaft into her, harder each time as Fallon enveloped him. Grabbing the back of the column in order to support his own body, Noah Sheffield took Fallon Mitchell in a feverish way, his hunger from the last few weeks away from her not even close to 213

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender being sated. His lips hovering over hers, he whispered one word before his tongue replaced his fingers. Her thoughts obviously shattering from the impact he had on her, Fallon moaned as he exploded into her, her body out of control on every level as wave after wave of erotic ecstasy washed over her. Her body trembled more though Noah realized she had no clue as to the extent of her complete surrender to his dominance. When he gazed into her eyes, he saw they’d hazed over as pure satisfaction overtook her. Kissing her again, he pulled her arms down, rubbing her shoulders to ease any stiffness. Once they’d wrapped around his neck, he lifted her up a little, Fallon’s legs wrapping around him, her body fused to his. “Fallon, you are bloody amazing,” he whispered. “Because of you,” she said. “I never knew this side of me existed before that night in the boardroom when you came into my life.” “Any regrets?” “None,” she said. “You?” “None at all. I’ve been searching for you for a very long time and now that I have you, I will never let you go.” “Good,” she said. “I don’t want to break in a new Master.” Noah laughed, his laughter filling the same room that had been the sight of bitter evil not too long before. Their demons had been exorcized, Noah relieved. Now, to handle the business at the Northumberland estate plus the title… **** Once they returned to the house, Fallon set to the task of packing for Noah while he made several phone calls—Tony Sharpe, Barbara Chase and Jerry Norton. He had called Jonathan but a spur of the moment trip to Las Vegas couldn’t be fit into his schedule. Sending his best wishes to the bride and groom, he regretfully begged off. 214

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Tony had already agreed to stand for Noah while Barbara had yet to be asked. Once Fallon did, Barbara happily agreed to stand for her while Jerry Norton insisted on giving away the bride. Noah made one last call, glad to be able to leave a message. The sight of Fallon doing everything in the nude undid him. “Fallon, come here.” Fallon did and he pulled her onto his lap. Kissing her, he told her about their wedding plans, his fiancée overwhelmed. “Considering I’d only met Barbara recently and rarely have spoken to Tony when he checked on cases or provided the junior associates with investigative results, it amazes me that they want to be involved in it. I’ve never really had any occasion to speak with Mister Norton and now, finding out that he wants—no, insists— on giving me away at our wedding floors me.” While he told her more about his plans, he made sure she did not notice him reaching for the drawer to the side of his desk. When she felt a new weight on her nipple rings then her belly ring, she gasped, Noah grinning. One tug obviously undid her yet she held her reaction. Lifting her onto the desk, he pushed her back far enough so she had to put her hands behind her to support herself. Easing his cock into her wet pussy, he slowly and methodically thrust in then out of her. While he did, he played with the weights and chain he’d added to her body jewelry, Fallon fighting to behave. “If I misbehave, will you take me into the playroom to punish me?” “If that’s what you want…” “You mentioned flogging before…” “Are you absolutely sure?” “You’d better do something because… Oh, my God… Noah…” **** 215

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Several hours later, their small group stood before one of the judges who sat on the Federal bench in Las Vegas. A tall man with dark hair and brown eyes—he and Noah had been friends since their days at Harvard—Gil Latham had been more than happy to perform the ceremony for him. After a very simple yet moving ceremony in his chambers, he stood back and grinned. “It is my huge pleasure to pronounce you Mister and Mrs. Noah Sheffield. Congratulations, my friends.” As if on cue, Gil’s secretary entered the room with a tray of champagne flutes, everyone taking a glass. Gil raised his, catching their attention. “When Noah called me, I had to sit down because all of us never expected him to marry much less ask me to do the honors. Noah, you had a major role in getting me to these offices and I’m forever in your debt. It’s been my honor, pal.” “Same here,” Noah said, raising his glass. Seeing that Noah and Gil needed to talk in private, Jerry Norton hustled everyone out of Latham’s chambers. Once the door closed, Gil loosened his tie. “Is he…” “Yes,” Noah answered. “His partner is still in England which is one of the reasons the firm has the private jet.” “Good idea.” “A lot of his work is done in the air.” “Interesting,” Gil said. “Now, tell me more. How did you manage to get this gorgeous woman to marry you?” “He kept at me until I said yes which considering…” “Those damned British charms…” Gil commented. “At Harvard, he always had the girls clustering around him. I don’t know what it is about him…” “The accent,” she said, “and his…” Noah’s hand went over her mouth. 216

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Don’t give away all my secrets.” “Yes, Noah,” she said as Gil snickered. “Is she…” “Yes, and a very good one—sheer perfection.” “What?” Fallon asked. “What am I missing?” “Gil is also a master. He can tell others instantly which saved my hide at Harvard.” “Oh,” she said as her hand squeezed Noah’s, a move speaking volumes. “Noah, old friend, I’m very happy for you and your lady—in all aspects. Thanks again for allowing me the honor of marrying you.” “I knew I could count on you.” “The bill will be in the mail.” Noah laughed, the friends shaking hands while hugging. “Fallon, it’s been a pleasure,” Gil said, before kissing her hand. “Don’t be strangers.” Gill left the newlyweds alone in his chambers while he joined the others in the outer office giving them some time. “Once we get to London, I will buy you the proper engagement ring and wedding band. Then I want you to find a beautiful gown for when we remarry with everyone attending.” “You don’t have to. I am your wife in every sense of the word. I don’t need a huge wedding to know that—not when we’ve just had the perfect ceremony.” “I want you to have the wedding I’m sure you dreamed of.” “I have what I want, Noah,” she assured him as she stood back to present herself. “I present my body to my husband and Master who has given me everything I want and need.” Noah stepped closer lifting her chin. Once their gazes met, he kissed her, Fallon melting. “I love you, Mrs. Sheffield, and I will put rings on your finger.” 217

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I love you, too,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder. “Are you all right?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m finally whole.” “Good,” he said, hugging her. Now, about a certain title… **** After making a stop in St. Louis to drop off Tony, Barbara and Jerry plus refueling, Noah and Fallon flew to England, landing at Heathrow. A car waited for them at the private hanger their pilot taxied to, their driver taking them into London where they would spend the night, maybe two in the city before heading up to the North Country. After an uneventful flight, Noah and Fallon checked into the same suite at the Ritz he’d stayed in not even the week before. After settling in and changing, Noah took Fallon sightseeing. “I want you to see this part of my life,” he said. Fallon wore a short-sleeved gray tuxedo shirt—several buttons open—with tight jeans and extremely high heels. To finish the look, she wore a thick belt and a watch, Noah approving. As they left the room, his arm went around her pulling her close. “Noah?” “My gorgeous wife, I want no other man touching you with anything but thoughts of envy. You are way too beautiful for me to allow you too far away from me.” “I love the sound of that.” “Not only am I territorial, but I am terrified of losing you. We came too bloody close…” Fallon kissed him, her hands pulling on his shirt—a comfortable one that he wore over jeans. Though he usually preferred being dressed up or close to it, today he wanted to be able to blend in as he introduced her to London while reacquainting himself with a major part of his life. Strolling past a fine antique and period jewelry store, they went inside to look at rings. Noah found a beautiful diamond clus218

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender ter ring set in platinum—a gorgeous piece from the 1930’s. The center round cut diamond weighed almost a full carat and had two smaller similarly cut stones flanking it. Twenty-four smaller diamonds outlined the three larger stones giving it a classic look. When Fallon saw the price, she gasped. “Noah, I couldn’t,” she protested. “It’s…” “Perfect,” he stated as he gave the jeweler his American Express card. “But…” “Fallon, get used to it. I intend to spoil the hell out of my gorgeous wife. After we leave here, we’re going to Harrods and others to get your trousseau. Understand this—money is no object where you are concerned.” “Noah, I love that you want to do this but you are all I want.” “My beautiful slave, enjoy this,” he said in a voice only she could hear. “Yes, Noah,” she replied, the subject at rest. **** Hours later, they returned to their suite after Noah picked up his messages at the front desk. While he returned his calls, Fallon took out everything he’d bought her and put it all away. Just as she finished, he called her name, Fallon joining him in the living room. “I’ve wanted to do this for hours,” he said as he removed her belt and unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse. Once he’d tossed it aside, he took the belt and bound her hands behind her before removing the rest of her clothes. Pulling a smaller jeweler’s bag from his pocket, he added several chains to her piercings. Fallon gasped seeing a diamond teardrop suspended from the center of the chain between her nipple rings. Caught up in the brilliance of the stone, she didn’t notice the additional chains he added—one at her neck being the main piece of his artwork—until he tugged on them. Her breath caught, Noah pleased. 219

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Tell me what you feel.” “I want to come for you—the chain between my legs is…” “Good,” he said. “Hold that thought.” Noah removed his clothes slowly knowing Fallon watched him. Turning to face her, he guided her to the dining table and bent her over it. Facing a magnificent view of the city of London, Noah had every intention of repeating their first night together. “Do you remember our first night together?” “How could I forget? You, the night skyline of St. Louis—you changed my life that night.” “In every city we go to, I plan to recreate that night in some way.” “As you desire,” she said. “How may I please my Master?” “Enjoy it,” he said. “As I said before, I plan to give you the world.” “I only want you.” Moving her hands down a little, he laid his cock in them, Fallon grasping him while sending heat coursing through his body. Pushing her feet farther apart, he pressed his body closer while Fallon aroused his cock. Moments before he neared the edge, Noah thrust into her. Aroused and ready for him because of the chains teasing her clit, Fallon’s pussy literally swallowed his cock before enveloping and clenching tight around him. Slowly taking her to prolong the moment, he untied her hands then massaged her breast after she pushed up from the table. Fallon trembled, Noah knowing he wouldn’t have to do much to send her over the edge. With one hand tugging the chain, his other went to her head, his fingers wrapping in her hair just before he pulled her head back to expose her beautiful neck. Feathering kisses along the length of her throat, he quickened his pace noticing that her hands now tightly gripped the edge of the table. 220

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Come,” he whispered. Fallon cried out as Noah exploded into her. Her essence drenched his cock as his natural power overtook him as he fucked her. Using the chain at her neck, he slipped his thumb under it pulling it taut while not releasing her hair. Fallon’s body shook as wave after wave crashed over her. As he pulled back, her body went with his as her hold on his shaft remained tight. “Master, please…” “Please what?” “Give me the child we thought we’d conceived. I beg you, Noah, please…” “Only if it’s meant to be but I can’t refuse you and will give it the best shot I can.” Noah pulled her closer, needing as much contact with her as he could get. Fallon continued moving back and forth on him, refusing to allow him any relief. Taking her lead, his grip on her hair became firmer as he pounded her once again. Noticing that she held her reaction while waiting for his command, Noah took her to the edge once more. “No commands, Fallon. I want to hear everything. Just let it out…” “Noah, I love you!” she screamed as he filled her with his life. “Please don’t ever stop loving me and do not show me any mercy. I want you as natural as you are now. I swear I won’t break.” Noah did as she wanted, taking her several times—each time fiercely passionate though once he’d been a bit brutal, Fallon not complaining while craving more. If he tugged on the chains, she cried out from the myriad of sensations overpowering her. “I surrender my entire being to you…” “My God, woman, you are perfection.” “Only with you…” she gasped as another climax overwhelmed her. Noah gave her what she demanded, Fallon being 221

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender pushed past any limit her body might have once had. He worried how far he might push her until she passed out but at this point, he couldn’t refuse her. “Noah!” she screamed, her body shaking out of control. Noah pulled her tight against him, his hand moving from her hair to her neck. The chain putting light pressure against her neck held her on a new level while her pussy refused to release him. The orgasm took her, her mind no longer in control of her natural reactions. Her moans filled the room, Noah holding her. “Master, please, I can’t take any more… Forgive me…” Fallon passed out in his arms, their bodies still deeply connected. Easing his cock from her pussy, he picked her up and carried her to bed, stretching her out in the center of the huge mattress. “Sleep, my love…”

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Chapter 14 The next morning, the hotel bellman helped Noah’s driver pack their luggage into the trunk of his Bentley which waited to take them to the estate in the North Country. Noah had bought her a set of Louis Vuitton as part of her trousseau, it now sitting inside the door, his garment bags lying on top. “You made good time,” he told his driver. “Once we got word of Heathrow closing because of the ash, I made the appropriate preparations while waiting for your call.” “Good job,” Noah said. “Any news?” “The man responsible is incarcerated waiting for your hearing.” “Excellent. Whenever you’re ready…” “I am,” Giles said. “The staff is waiting to meet the Baroness…” “I haven’t been able to tell her yet considering the reason that’s brought us here.” “I’ll let them know,” Giles said as he went to the front of the car and slipped behind the wheel. Noah appreciated the loyalty of the staff at the estate. While he had little or no staff in the States, he needed a full one considering the size of the property though he’d been able to trust his steward, especially after he fled England for America. Fallon joined him, Noah kissing her.

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Giles is ready when we are. We would have taken a commuter but the airport is closed due to the volcano in Iceland becoming active again.” “I see,” she said. “At least I’ll get to see some of the countryside.” “Maybe,” Noah said. “It is a long trip.” “I’ve only been out of Missouri once when I went to Cancun for senior break, now I’m here in London and heading north. I don’t plan to miss anything.” “Trust me, you will not be a stranger. Now that I can come and go freely, we can spend more time here.” “You haven’t told me what the business you’re here on is.” “I didn’t want to upset you but Wilkes left me a present. Seems his abettor had instructions for one last stand.” “I don’t understand.” Ushering her into the car, he engaged the privacy screen and pulled the curtains effectively shutting them off from the outside world. “Fallon, what would you do if I told you that your Master is actually Baron Sheffield of Beckshire in Lancashire of the North Country?” “And next you’re going to tell me you’re in the House of Lords.” “Yes, I am. When my father died, the title passed to me. When they reformed the membership in the late 90’s, many of the members lost their seats. I kept mine partly because of my service to the queen in her court.” “But if you’ve spent most of your time in our courts or on the Federal bench, when did you find the time to be a part of Parliament?” “I’d come in for the opening session with Her Highness and, if the situation warranted my presence, then I’d return, serve and leave.” 224

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “So what you’re telling me is that I’m…” “Baroness Fallon Sheffield of Beckshire.” “This is all too surreal.” “Forgive me for not telling you but I wanted to ease you into this.” “And your business?” “Wilkes’ abettor set fire to one of my buildings in order to lure me here to kill me.” “Then why did you fall for it?” “I’m the sitting justice on cases like this. Because we usually do not get major cases, most go to the county if not the next village over. Since this happened on my property, I must deal with it personally.” “Noah, your life…” “I’ll be fine,” he said though he didn’t like her upset. “Fallon, I believe you can relieve some of our tension.” Understanding his intention, Fallon slid off the seat to her knees and released his cock from his Tom Ford suit. Taking him in her mouth, Fallon began giving him one of her amazing blow jobs, Noah knowing this one small task would take her mind off what they headed to. Shifting to make it a little easier for her, he reached for her head, pressing her lips closer. The moment he felt them on his balls, he groaned. “That’s it, slave, take me as only you know how to.” Fallon obeyed, his essence filling her as he exploded into her. Sitting up a little, he reached down, sliding his hand inside her blouse where he found her nipple. “You’re still wearing the center chain?” “I like the weight and a huge diamond doing it is a luxury I cherish.” Wrapping the chain around his finger, he put a little bit of pressure on both nipples, Fallon gasping. “Open your blouse.” 225

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Quickly, she unbuttoned it letting it fall open. Sitting back, he got a fantastic view of her gorgeous body. “Master, your next wish?” “Naked.” Fallon obeyed then helped him out of his suit. Straddling his hips, she eased her pussy along his cock and began to ride him. “I didn’t tell you what to do.” “Then punish me for overstepping.” Noah grinned, pulling her into a kiss. As Fallon continued, he shifted his position a little. Feeling close to release, he took her nipple into his mouth suckling it. As soon as he hit the edge, he began to move with her, periodically spanking her—something he knew she wanted and expected. The moment he did, she clenched around him as her pace increased. More smacks drove Fallon over the edge. “Come, slave.” Fallon cried out as she drenched his cock, Noah filling her with his hot seed. He hoped he could fulfill her wish to become pregnant but he believed only a higher power could make that decision. Massaging both breasts, he pulled her closer laving both nipples. “Bloody beautiful tits,” he gasped. “Thank you, my Lord Sheffield.” Noah grinned but didn’t stop what he’d been doing. Fallon caught his unspoken command and began to move up and down on him, this time faster and harder than before. His hands went to her ass helping her but the moment he reached the edge, he slapped her again. The jolt sent Fallon past her limit, her body shaking out of control though she kept taking his cock. Another slap, Fallon driven harder to take him. “I want you to keep up what you’re doing but while I help you, I want you to play with your breasts. Tug, pinch, massage— whatever—but you will not come until I allow it.” 226

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Fallon obeyed, Noah loving the sight of her seducing him as she teased her nipples by tugging the chain between them. The view amazing, he pushed her harder until he could sense her stamina had begun to weaken. “Come, Fallon,” he quietly commanded, Fallon literally falling apart from the sensations coursing through her body. When she fell to him, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her forehead. Reaching beneath the seat, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a blanket that he spread over her. Fallon curled up on the seat next to him, her head on his hip. He rubbed her shoulder and upper arm hoping she’d calm some, her body still experiencing the lasting remnants of the orgasms she’d enjoyed. “Noah?” “Yes?” “Is this all real?” “Very and I don’t think I would’ve survived without you—in fact, I’m sure of it. I don’t want to survive without you.” “I agree,” she said, her voice softer than before. “Get some sleep, my love. You deserve it.” Before they’d gone too much further, Fallon slept under Noah’s watchful eye. One of his favorite pastimes, he could not get enough of watching her—no matter what she did. Thank God for my blessings… **** As soon as they neared the North Country estate, Noah woke Fallon so they could dress. As much as he wanted to take her again, it would have to wait. Once the car stopped in front of the house, someone opened the door. Noah stepped out then helped Fallon from the car, his arm going around her. “It’s huge,” she gasped. 227

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “You haven’t seen anything yet. This is just the front, as it goes back a good distance.” “This is a castle, Noah…” “No, a country estate, to be exact. The nobles from the royal court would come out here to go hunting. The estate had to be able to entertain either small parties or the royal hunt. There are also records of the hamlet—now, the village—seeking protection from invaders.” “You would never know…” “It’s been quiet out here in the last few hundred years which is why I felt I could trust Braydon to manage the property while I went to the States.” “Amazing,” she said as they walked through a passageway leading into a courtyard. Her gasp spoke volumes. “Baron and Baroness—welcome home.” “Thank you,” Noah said grateful for Giles’ quick phone call ahead. “Your presence is required in the courtroom. They’d like to get the hearing over as soon as possible.” “I’ll need my robes,” Noah said as he handed his briefcase to Patrick, one of his manservants. “They’re waiting for you in your chambers.” “Advise them I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” “Very good, sir.” Noah turned to Fallon, gazing into her eyes. “I have to take care of this. Once I do, we have the rest of the time to ourselves.” “I don’t want you to leave.” “That’s the beauty of the estate—the courtroom is across the courtyard.” “Then I’m coming with you.”

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Not this time. This man is an admitted abettor to the monster who tried to murder us both. I’d rather he didn’t know any more than he has to.” “But if he knows Wilkes is dead…” “Aside from the official report which has been sealed, no one knows who dealt the fatal blow. I’d rather he didn’t figure it out.” Fallon nodded though she didn’t like it. “Annaleigh will show you to our suite of rooms where you can settle in. Once this matter has been taken care of, we’ll have a late lunch.” Kissing her good-bye, he joined Patrick who stood waiting with Noah’s robes. God, I hope this is it… **** Fallon went to the master suite where Annaleigh showed her the small apartment while several maids unpacked and put away their clothes. Noticing her unease, Annaleigh went to her. “Are you all right, Baroness?” “It’s so overwhelming. I never expected any of this and then to have my husband facing another part of a case we thought had been closed…” “He’ll be a short while—shall I draw your bath?” “That would be nice,” Fallon said. “Thank you.” Fallon enjoyed the soothing bath loving the smell of roses though she missed the orange citrus Noah preferred she use. Considering everything going on in their lives, she relaxed and let the heat and atmosphere take her. She finished her bath, toweled dry then slipped into a thick terry robe. Hearing a noise in the other room, she left the bathroom, walked through the dressing room and into the bedroom where she stopped frozen and gasping. Quickly stretching out on the bed in a seductive pose, she waited. “Come sentence me, Your Lordship…” 229

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Oh, my Lord…” **** Noah took his seat before the small group assembled. Looking at the defendant, he noticed the man seemed surprised that Noah would be hearing his case. “In the matter before this court, Angus Portman is charged with arson and attempted murder. How does the defendant plead?” “Your Honor, my client would like to throw himself on the mercy of this court.” “In what way?” “By giving full testimony as to the crimes he is charged with.” “Go on,” Noah said, sitting back. “Your Lordship,” Portman began. “Ralph Wilkes approached me right after his escape from prison. Because of charges pending against me before this court and especially you, he swore he could make the problem go away if I aided him in his plans. He had me help him in two murders down in London…” “Your role in them?” “Following the marks—the justice and the advocate.” “Go on.” “Once he’d murdered everyone here in England, he went after the final mark overseas.” “Who?” “Baron Noah Sheffield—you, sir. He gave me a list of things to get for him then left me with instructions as to his wishes should anything happen to him.” “What did he have you do?” Portman went into detail about Wilkes’ plans leading up to the fire meant to lure Noah Sheffield back to Beckshire. “Why?” “If I could get you out of the way, Wilkes told me my case would not be heard as there would be no sitting justice until a newly appointed…” 230

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “And you believed him?” “Yes, sir, I did. I didn’t know what else to do—his offer that good.” Portman stood in the witness box of the aging courtroom wringing his hands as his nerves got the better of what remained of his composure. “After my return, you had instructions to do what?” “Knowing from your reputation that you would go directly to check on the damage firsthand, I had instructions to wait until the right time, bash you over the head then set another fire.” “And if others joined me?” “It didn’t matter as long as you died.” “Do you understand that with your confession in this matter, you will be sent directly to London to face charges there due to the extremely serious natures of the offenses as well as the event timeline?” “Yes, sir, I do which is why I’ve chosen to throw myself on this court’s mercy. I didn’t know what to do about the earlier pending charges here.” “I see they appear to be robbery and assault.” “Yes, sir.” “To be honest, I’d love to personally throw the book at you but the gravity of your crimes in London far outweighs those here—for now. I will send my recommendations as for sentencing in the matter being heard today to the justice who will be handling the case in Her Majesty’s Court advising him that the time to be served for these offenses will either run concurrently or in addition to the sentence for the capital crimes. The previous pending will remain open allowing investigators ample time to build a case against you that will, if need be, keep you in prison until the next century. Officer, see that he is transferred immediately to London and make sure I get copies of all documents pertaining to this man’s case.” 231

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Yes, Your Lordship.” “This hearing is adjourned unless there are any other matters needing to be heard.” No one said a word. “With no additional business, this proceeding is adjourned.” After signing paperwork needing his personal attention and making a phone call to the justice in the Wilkes case, Noah left the court and headed back to the main house and his wife. **** Removing his robe—the traditional red velvet, white ermine lined symbol of his rank in the House of Lords—he carefully folded it before putting it over his arm. Braydon met him, wanting to discuss something with the Baron. “Sir, your wife is new to all this and we’d like to make her welcome.” “I think she’d like that.” “There’s also the ceremony officially proclaiming her as Baroness Sheffield.” “Damn, I’d forgotten about that. It’s been years since mine.” “Exactly.” “When can…” “It’s been in the works since we received word of your marriage. If you’d like, the vicar could do it tonight after dinner.” “Perfect,” Noah said, relieved. “Thank you.” Once inside, he went to the library. After laying his robe over a chair, he went to the safe hidden behind a seventeenth century painting. From the safe, he pulled out several jewelry boxes. The largest one held the Baroness’ necklace and earrings set— the last one to wear it being his mother. The necklace had six stands of Oriental pearls with a huge ruby enhancer—the stone itself weighing ten carats and surrounded by two rows of diamonds. The earrings each had three tiers with large rubies in different 232

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender cuts—teardrop, marquis and emerald—all surrounded by diamonds in a gold chandelier setting. Picturing Fallon wearing nothing but the jewels caused his cock to throb. Oh, the effect you have on me… Setting the box aside, he looked at two ring boxes. His ring— one he had not worn in ages—held a five carat ruby set in a heavy masculine gold setting while her ring held a matching stone surrounded by two rows of diamonds. Closing the safe, he took everything upstairs where he knew Fallon waited. Trying to figure out how to spring the latest news on her, he entered their suite and gasped. Fallon lay across their bed, naked and beckoning. “Come sentence me, Your Lordship.” “Oh, my Lord…” **** After a huge lavish dinner to honor the Sheffields, Noah took Fallon for a walk around the house. Her afternoon consisting of a hot bath followed by heated sex had not given him the opportunity to show her around. Wearing a Victorian inspired white lace gown that gracefully hugged her beautiful curves, Noah couldn’t help but be proud of her while falling deeper in love with his wife. So much had been thrown at her in so short a period of time and now even more yet she handled it all with an elegance most nobles had not been born with. Stopping in front of a huge window overlooking the grounds of the estate, Noah traced the low-cut neckline of the gown wanting to take her back upstairs. With her hair up, it served to accentuate her gorgeous neck, Noah inwardly groaning. Taking a deep breath, he slipped his finger under her breast, her breath catching. “Noah?”

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Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “On this belated tour, I’m taking you to the chapel where the vicar will preside over a short investiture ceremony officially giving you the title of Baroness Sheffield.” “Are you serious?” “We Brits are steeped in tradition.” “I know that but…” “Fallon, I’d planned to introduce you to all this gradually but things happened. Forgive me…” Lifting her skirt before slipping to her knees, she looked down to the floor. “There is nothing to forgive, Master. I’ve surrendered my being to you and swore to be there for you always.” Helping her up, he kissed her. “You are amazing.” “No, I’m in love with a wonderful man I damned near lost.” From his pocket, he pulled out a velvet pouch. Handing her the earrings, he placed the necklace around her neck while she put them on. “How does it feel?” “Overpowering.” “There’s more.” “What?” “You’ll see,” he said. “One thing, though.” “Yes?” “I want you wearing nothing but the jewels and maybe those heels later.” “Yes, Your Lordship, as you wish.” “I do,” he stated as he smiled. Presenting his arm, she took it. Passing the entrance to the chapel, Fallon studied the Sheffield coat of arms. “It’s funny,” she began. “When I woke in the hospital, I found the piercings which I couldn’t remember getting. The rings at my nipples caught my attention but then I saw the charm. I had no clue 234

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender what it meant but I figured I’d find out sooner or later. If that piercing is my Master’s brand on me, I love it.” “Most Masters have their slaves wear gold chains to signify their dominance over the wearer. I’m not that flashy unless I have to be. If that’s what you’d like…” “It’s perfect—like you,” she said. “Good, now shall we?” Entering the chapel, Fallon gasped seeing that every pew had been filled. They walked down the center aisle approaching the altar where two large throne-like chairs sat. At the bottom of the short stairway leading up to them, Braydon placed Noah’s robe over his shoulders than handed him the black wool hat that went with it. A jeweled chain with rubies and diamonds then went over the fur collar of the robe—this signifying the fact the family’s title went back to shortly before the reign of Henry VIII. Turning to Fallon, he winked. “Ready?” he whispered, Fallon nodding. Turning to the gallery, he raised his hand with Fallon’s. “May I present my wife—Lady Fallon, Baroness Sheffield of Beckshire, County of Lancashire?” Everyone stood, applauding before the vicar took over. “Lady Fallon, you come here tonight as the wife of Noah Sheffield. When you leave, you will officially be Baroness Sheffield. Do you accept this title and the duties and responsibilities that go with it?” “I do,” she said. Annaleigh slipped a matching robe to Noah’s around Fallon’s shoulders then stood in front of her to fasten it. While the vicar placed a similar chain over her fur collar, he recited several verses from the Book of Common Prayer as well as additional parts of the ritual. Once he had, Annaleigh handed her the feminine version of the black wool hat then stepped back. 235

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Noah, who’d slipped his ring on while this took place, came forward taking her hand. Sliding a huge ruby ring on her finger, he gazed into her eyes. “Lady Fallon, Baroness Sheffield, I share my title and lands with you as well as my life. Together, we will care for Beckshire as the family has for centuries.” “We will,” she whispered. “Ladies and gentlemen, Baroness Sheffield.” As the gallery rose, Noah and Fallon walked to the chairs and sat down. “Is there any business to conduct?” “Two things, Your Lordship,” the vicar stated. “Within the last few days, the shire has welcomed a new resident and the parents would like your blessing.” “Bring them forward.” The couple brought their firstborn—a son—to meet with Noah who took the baby and held him. Turning to Fallon, he handed the babe to her, the family beaming. “He’s a handsome young man and we wish nothing but the best for him and his family.” “Thank you, Baron and Baroness.” “The next is a request for your blessing for a marriage between Annaleigh, Her Ladyship’s maid and Patrick, your valet.” “Of course, I give my blessing,” Noah said happily. “Congratulations,” Fallon said. Annaleigh and Patrick thanked them then returned to their positions. “That is it, Your Lordship.” “Then let the party begin.” Instead of leaving first as custom dictated, Noah and Fallon remained until the last person had left leaving them with the vicar and their attendants. 236

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Father Henry, could you please bless our marriage? Fallon and I married before a friend of mine but I’d like the…” “Of course, my son. Will the newly engaged couple be standing for you?” “Yes, we will,” Patrick answered. “Then, as you have come to be married legally, we will give the Church’s blessing upon this wonderful union. Do you, Noah, take Fallon as your wife in all things?” “I do.” “Do you, Fallon, take Noah as your husband in all things?” “Yes, I do.” “Then by the power invested in me, I give your marriage God’s blessing with hopes of fruitful rewards to come.” “Thank you, Father,” they said, almost at the same time as the vicar nodded and excused himself. “My pleasure.” “Is there anything else, Your Lordship?” Patrick asked. “Not at the moment. We’ll meet you in the dining room. In fact, take the rest of the evening off and enjoy your happiness.” Patrick nodded and thanked him then he and Annaleigh left them alone in the chapel. “Are you all right?” “I’ll let you know,” Fallon said as she gazed at the ring he’d placed on her finger. “It’s roughly a ten carat stone to match the necklace with twenty-four diamonds surrounding it.” “It’s magnificent.” “Nowhere close to the woman wearing it. Historically, the jewelry has been worn only at specific events and special functions—sort of like the crown jewels.” “Good, I don’t think it’s appropriate for the office.” “To be honest, I don’t believe the jewels have ever been out of the barony—at least not recently.” 237

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender She grabbed his hand noticing the ring he wore. Taking a closer look at it, she shook her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I wanted you to want me for who I am and not all this. You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I would not lose you over this.” “You’re saying you’d give this up for me?” “In a heartbeat.” Fallon began to cry, Noah taking her in his arms. His hands slipped under her robe, the lined lace of her dress the only thing between his hands and her. “Do you have any clue what I want to do right now?” “Yes, I do, Baron, but we have guests. I’m sure they’ll understand if we leave the party early but I believe we need to make an appearance.” “You’ll make a good Baroness, Your Ladyship.” “I hope so.” **** Fallon watched Noah as he spoke with the residents of the shire who’d shared in their good fortune. Obviously loved and respected, Noah seemed to have an outstanding rapport with everyone he spoke with. Several people spoke to her wishing them well and welcoming her to the barony. Braydon introduced them, Fallon relieved. Grateful the crowd had begun to thin as people left, she couldn’t wait to get her husband upstairs. My God, I need him… “Mistress, are you ready to leave?” he whispered in her ear, Fallon nodding. They left the room, Braydon taking care of the clean-up once the last guest left. Going straight to the master suite in the private family wing, Noah picked her up and carried her over the threshold to their room. “My Master is a romantic.” 238

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Like I said, we Brits have a thing about tradition.” “I’m glad.” “Now, I believe I’ve already told you how I want you to be…” “I believe you’re right,” she said as he helped her out of the regalia followed by her gown. Once Fallon stood wearing nothing but the fine jewels and heels, Noah stripped then went to her. “To celebrate tonight’s ceremonies, I turn control over to you,” Noah said. “What do you want to do?” “I’d like to surprise you.” “As you wish.” “It’s a shame we don’t have the amenities the other house does.” “Ah, I knew I had forgotten something.” Leading her to the corner of the room, he went to a small switch hidden on one of the shelves of the bookcase. A panel opened, Noah leading Fallon behind it. Moments later, it closed behind them. “This one doesn’t need a key.” “Interesting,” she said as she looked around the room. The tables and other toys appeared to be aging gracefully, Fallon wanting to try every one of them. Finding exactly what she wanted, she led Noah to a chair then told him to stand and wait for her. While she went for some additional toys, she could feel his gaze on her as her body heated up. Finding what she wanted, she went back to him and blindfolded him. Easing him into the chair, she bound his hands and feet to it then quickly ran back into the bedroom to grab her robe—hoping she wouldn’t be doing anything wrong. Slipping into her robe, she walked around her husband, running her fingernail over his skin. 239

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I saw a James Bond movie where the villain tied our naked hero to a chair before…” “I know that scene—you don’t intend to…” “Torture you? Oh, yes but I have my own plans.” Removing the blindfold from behind him, she made sure he kept his eyes closed until the right time. Standing in front of him, she took one of the floggers and slapped his hips with it, Noah jolting as his cock hardened. Making sure the robe fell just right over her body, she stood in front of him—bejeweled, regal and wearing stilettos—a look she could be positive would never be seen in Parliament though a backroom maybe. “Open your eyes, slave,” she commanded, the look on Noah’s face sending heat through her. “Mistress?” “I am going to ride you but you will not fill me with your hot seed until I allow it. You will be teased by my body but you won’t react or I will flog you again.” “Yes, Mistress.” Straddling his lap, she eased herself onto his cock, her nether lips kissing his balls. The mere movement caused him to swell inside her more, Fallon loving the feeling. Thanks to the height of the heels, Fallon could easily take him while he sat helpless to do anything. The power of dominance flowed through her as she took him, Noah doing his best to behave. “Mistress is being merciless.” “Master is right.” **** Noah wanted her to dominate him more than anything. To have her issuing commands made his blood boil but instead of acting to relieve the feeling, he let Fallon take over. The moment she mentioned the playroom back at the house in Florissant, Noah led her through the secret panel into a room 240

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender once used as one of his ancestor’s meeting places with his paramour. An exit from one of the tunnels used for escape in times of invasion or battles led to another part of the estate, no one the wiser. Watching her look around the room as she forced him to stand by a chair from the eighteenth century, he couldn’t get over her beauty, his cock agreeing. When she blindfolded him, heat surged through him, his body hotter than at any time he could remember—her effect on him that immediate. Fallon eased him back into the chair before binding him to it, his gorgeous rock-solid body sending heat through her. “I saw a James Bond movie where the villain tied our naked hero to a chair before…” “I know that scene—you don’t intend to…” “Torture you? Oh, yes but I have my own plans.” Once she removed the blindfold, he had to wait for her next move. Moments later, the crack of a flogger on his naked hip followed by a second strike to his other one echoed in the room. Jolting, he felt his cock harden then throb impatiently wanting her body enveloping it. “Open your eyes, slave,” she commanded, the look on Noah’s face obviously sending more heat through her. Coming around to stand in front of him, she wore her regal robe. Strategically falling to her sides to show off her amazing breasts, her body looked amazing—as if she’d been born to this station in life that she recently joined. “I hope I haven’t upset you by this,” she said. “I mean no disrespect…” “No one has ever looked this good in the House of Lords or anywhere else they’ve been worn,” he said. “Make sure it’s only here and for me—I’d hate to start a trend…” “Only for you, Master.” 241

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender She walked around him, again trailing her nails across his skin before flogging him. “Mistress?” “I am going to ride you but you will not fill me with your hot seed until I allow it. You will be teased by my body but you won’t react or I will flog you again.” “Yes, Mistress.” Straddling his lap, she eased herself onto his cock, her nether lips kissing his balls. The mere movement caused him to swell inside her more, his mind fighting to obey her. Thanks to the height of the heels, Fallon could easily take him while he sat helpless to do anything. “Mistress is being merciless.” “Master is right.” Fallon continued pumping his cock with her body, her tits in Noah’s face but not close enough for him to suckle one of her nipples. The small distance between them seemed like a mile, Noah clenching his fists while pulling against the ties holding him to the chair. Suddenly, he caught the chain between her breasts and tugged on it, Fallon crying out. “Punish me, Fallon, for I have been bad and I’d do it again.” Moments later and without his Mistress’ permission, his cock filled her with his life, Noah fighting the chair to touch her. “Release me, Fallon, please,” he begged. “I need to touch you.” Fallon held his head to her breasts while the orgasm overtook her, his body trembling. His tongue darted out needing to touch her skin. The feel of her fingers gripping his hair driving him more. “My slave has been bad—how should I punish you?” “I’m sure you will be just, Mistress,” he croaked as she took him again. 242

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I cannot punish you for I’ve been bad myself. I should not have worn the robe…” “As I said before, as long as it’s between you and me—I don’t care. I’ve never seen it look so bloody good but please take it off so I can see my Mistress’ gorgeous nudity.” “As you wish,” she said as the robe slid off her shoulders toward the floor. Without leaving him, Fallon tossed it over another chair then went back to her husband. The feel of her body’s staunch refusal to release his cock while she continued to take his essence made him realize one thing. “Fallon, why do I get the idea you want a child?” “Because I do. I want to have our family as soon as possible.” “What about law school?” “Later—having our family is more important. Holding that darling child tonight told me something I needed to know. I wanted to be pregnant so much when that bastard came into our lives—so much so I believed we had conceived and felt all the symptoms. I want it for real, Noah—not imagined.” Taking her nipple between his teeth, he teased it as Fallon shivered. “Untie me from this chair and I swear I will do my best to fulfill your wishes.” Fallon nodded, torturing him more once he’d exploded into her again. When he came, she kissed him, their tongues dancing erotically as she rode him harder and fiercer. Noah caught sight of her playing with her nipples and could sense her desperation. “Release me, Fallon—now!”

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Epilogue Once they returned to the States and settled in at their estate in Florissant, Noah and Fallon went into the offices of Sheffield, Ross & Norton. Everyone greeted them, welcoming Fallon back from her leave of absence while congratulating her on her new position in The Ivory Tower as well as their marriage. Upstairs, Barbara greeted them and, as Noah returned a stack of calls, Fallon worked with Barbara to start learning the ropes of the day-to-day affairs of one of the founding partners. Both Norton and Ross stopped by as well as Tony Sharpe with news of an investigation he’d been working. The day went quickly though the Sheffields left early in the afternoon. Noah swung by the Federal courthouse and put himself on the judges’ schedule. As soon as he did, one of the clerks gave him a listing of the cases he’d hear—one intriguing him. “Fallon, read this over and give me your opinion.” Quickly, she scanned the summary of the case and shook her head. “I don’t think so unless the defense goes for an insanity plea.” “Exactly what I thought,” he agreed. “It seems the schedule will be pretty cut and dried.” “When do I get to see your chambers and try on your robe?” Noah groaned, the mere thought of what Fallon suggested driving him insane with the desire to hurry home. Steering her away from the courtrooms, they walked down the corridor leading to the parking garage, Judge David Abrams stopping them. 244

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I hear congratulations are in order,” he said. “May I kiss the bride?” Planting a kiss on Fallon’s cheek, Abrams shook Noah’s hand. “It’s good to see you, my friend. Once we heard what had happened…” “It’s finally over now,” Noah stated. “Speaking of which, have I missed anything?” “Word has it that the Sheffield Act for releasing information of any events along the state’s waterways has passed through the State Legislature. They’re waiting for the governor to sign it into law.” “That’s good news,” Noah said as he felt Fallon’s grip on his hand tighten. “Had we known…” “From what I’ve heard, what happened to you is what made it pass unanimously.” “At least something good came out of Wilkes’ sick scheme.” They talked a bit longer before Abrams received a page to his office. After saying good-bye, they left the courthouse and went home. Fallon lay on the seat of the limo next to him, her head resting on his leg. “Are you all right?” “I’m fine,” she said. “I think it’s jet lag.” “Then when we get home, I want you to lie down and relax. You’re going to need your strength considering you haven’t maintained the same schedule you once did.” “True but our schedule has been full and very physical,” she said devilishly as her hand went to where his cock lay under the rich fabric of his Italian suit. The sound of the privacy screen engaging pleased her. Before Noah knew what had happened, Fallon had taken his cock out of his pants, her mouth replacing the confines of his suit on his shaft. As she took him, she felt his hand in her hair as he pressed her closer. His other hand found a way to unbutton her suit jacket and her blouse before slipping to her breast. 245

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender Without losing contact with his cock, Fallon removed the offending garments. Topless, she moved between his legs as she knelt on the soft carpet in front of him. “Fallon,” he groaned as she moved his hands to her breasts— all the while giving him a mind-boggling blow job. When he exploded into her mouth, Fallon took his essence then massaged his balls to get what might remain. When she finished, she laved his cock then gazed at him. “I’m sorry to have overstepped but…” Pulling her up to him, he kissed her. “You are amazing, m’lady—absolutely amazing.” **** Several weeks later, they spent the better part of a lazy southern Sunday afternoon in bed. Noah’s arm protectively pulled her closer, Fallon spooned against him. “Master?” “What?” “Can we go into the playroom? I feel the need to be restrained.” “Are you all right?” he asked as he rubbed her stomach. “Yes, I just feel like being restrained and used by my Master.” “Then come with me, Fallon, and tell me what else you want.” In their privately secret world, Noah cuffed Fallon to an Xframe, her body spread eagle and ready for him. As she’d wanted, he teased her as her body craved more. Noah’s body responded as well, his cock hard and impatient. Attaching weights to her nipple rings then adorning her body with chains, Noah watched as she trembled. Making sure one chain lay directly over her clit, he pulled it tighter as he shortened another where it attached to the gold collar he’d bought her after their return to the States. “Talk to me, Fallon.” 246

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “I accepted your terms of surrender and my life with you has been utterly amazing.” “You’ve had a huge part in this, too.” “How?” “Because somewhere along the way, I did the same only you had different terms. Plus, remember what I told you—the true power in any relationship like ours is held by the sub. I exist to make sure your happiness is assured.” “But you’ve never accepted my terms…” “Yes, Fallon, I did—that first night at the office…” he averred. “From that night, I’ve been totally committed to you. You have always been my Mistress and now that you’re pregnant…” While he talked, his hand massaged her growing belly—their first child due in seven months. “Don’t you dare change anything.” “I can’t knowingly hurt you or the baby. I…” “If you hold back in any way, you’ll hurt me. I don’t think I can handle that.” Noah laved her nipples, Fallon jolting. Her movement caused the chain on her clit to move, her body shivering. Taking her breasts and pressing them together, he teased her erect nipples as Fallon’s hands clenched. His lips covered hers, their kiss brutally passionate while he continued to torture her buds. Unable to take it any longer, he reached down and pressed his cock to her entry. Fallon’s legs spread as far as they could, Noah thrust into her only with slow deliberate moves designed to torture her even more. “And to think this started with an Internet bond between two strangers…” “My terms… Do you accept them?” she asked. “Tell me,” he said, his hips flexing from each thrust. “You will never hold back, Noah—at any time. Do you accept this term?” 247

Internet Bonds Book 9: Terms of Surrender “Yes,” he said as he grabbed the frame above her for support. “You will never deny your wife her desires. Do you accept this term?” “Yes,” he gasped as he neared the edge. “Then do it, Noah—take your wife and devoted sub as only you can. By fucking me, you’ll accept my terms of surrender. Do you accept?” “Come, Fallon,” he gasped as he filled her with an explosive release that bordered on brutally natural. His growl of satisfaction shook the room, Fallon screaming his name. Again his lips covered hers, the lovers unable to get enough of the moment or each other. “Master?” “Mistress?” “Don’t ever stop.” “I surrender,” he gasped. “My God, I surrender.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Christy Poff lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and two kids—her daughter (a college student) and her son who serves in the Army National Guard stationed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania plus his little one—his toddler daughter who has proven to her that she’s forgotten so much over the last twenty plus years. Previously, she wrote news articles for local newspapers and regional firefighting publications. With her articles, she added photography to her pieces. Writing for several years, she has a deep respect for the Civil War and has done extensive research into the times. This love and research have resulted in several Civil War novels including CHASE FOR AN ANGEL which was born from this love and released in March, 2006. Others will follow. She loves old cities with history like Charleston and New Orleans, the wide-open spaces of Wyoming and the Dakotas, the beauty of a Maine sunrise plus seeing the rest of the U.S. and western Canada. A volunteer firefighter for over thirty years, she’s been able to use her experience in several published works for others and even in some of her own work. People wonder what she writes to—Brooks and Dunn, Gary Allan, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Harry Connick or whoever strikes her mood at the time. She loves to watch Top Gear, Torchwood and Doctor Who on BBC America, CSI:Miami and reruns of Nash Bridges, Miami Vice, Night Court and JAG.

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