Collared
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By Tracy Ames
Published on November 20, 2009
Charles’s phone rang. “Hello.”
“Where are you?” Sydney asked.
Charles closed his eyes and inhaled a lungful of air, held it, then slowly exhaled as he opened his eyes. “I stopped by “1047” for a drink. I’m heading home in a bit.” Two months into his intensive one-on-one training with Sydney was taken a toll on his reserve.
“Don’t over drink. I need you alert tomorrow. I’ve been looking over your business plan and I have a few questions”
“Really,” Charles looked at his watch. Eleven-twenty three, does this woman ever sleep? “Is there a problem?”.
“None at all. I’m impressed to say the least. I’d like to implement some of your ideas on a smaller scale—test the waters with some of the lesser Doms. I think you’re on to something. Good work.”
“Thanks,” He rubbed his temples and caught the flirtation eye of a drop-dead gorgeous tawny-brown woman sitting at the end of the bar. The corner of his mouth formed an impish slant.
Sydney paused, sensing his distraction. “Where is Natalie?”
“She’s home. I spoke with for a little while ago.” He answered watching the mysterious lady adjust her much too short skirt over tone thighs. They caught one another’s gaze again, this time neither broke away.
The bartender came to take her order.
She gave a devilish semi-glossed smile at Charles, capturing his full attention.
“Charles, go home.” Sydney urged.
Sydney's voice brought Charles out of his daze.
The bartender sat another drink in front of him and motioned to the lady at the end of the bar. “The lady's compliments.”
Charles raised the glass to her, and she to him. “I’m leaving…very…shortly. I’ll see you in the morning.” He hung up the phone after their goodbyes. He checked himself in the mirror behind the bar—awaiting her approach. She would approach. They always approached; his Icelandic features, rich brown hair and soul wrenching blue eyes, all but guaranteed it.
“So you’re going to accept my drink without saying thank you? Some gentleman you are.” The lady said taking a seat beside Charles.
His eyes didn’t stray from his reflection. “I never claimed to be a gentleman.” He sipped his drink.
She nodded in defeat. “You’re right. We haven’t been introduced,” she held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Tonya.”
Charles looked at her hand and turned away. “Hi Tonya.”
“Nice to meet you to,” Tonya rolled her eyes and crossed her legs towards the bar.
“What do you want, Tonya?”
"Your name.”
“Charles.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charles.” She studied his profile.
“You’re still sitting here,” Charles finally gave her his undivided attention. “Is there something else you want?”
“Flirtation. Maybe more.” Her voice was laced with ambition.
He placed his glass on the bar, reached for her delicate hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tonya.”
“Yes,” she said watching her lips touch her flesh.
“Would you like to fuck?” The tip of his tongue barely touching her index finger.
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours.” Charles said with a twinge of satisfaction.
******
With minutes they arrived at her house. A spacious split level with all the style and sophistication he’d come to expect.
“Would you like something to drink?” Tonya asked removing her jacket and shoes.
“No. Where’s your bedroom?”
Tonya was both taken aback and turned on by his callousness. She sauntered over to him and gave him a single kiss. “Right this way.” She led Charles to her bedroom. They undressed one another in silence.
Charles traced the hills and valleys of her body and spun her around by her fingertips, inspecting her firm ass before taking her face in his hands and kissing her with slow lingering passion, easing her into bed.
“Mmmm,’ Tonya’s turned to Jell-o under his control.
Charles leaned over her on one elbow. “What?”
“Are you sure you should be here with me?” Her eyes searched Charles’s face.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No,” she kissed his down turned lips. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“A wife?”
“No.” Charles kissed her chin.
“I can’t believe you’re single.”
“I’m not single,” Charles thumbed her dimpled cheek. “I have a fiancé whom I love dearly.”
“If you love her so much, then why are you here with me?” Tonya pressed herself into his warmth.
“You ask a lot of questions for someone who picked me up in a bar.”
“I’m just trying to get to know you a little better.”
Charles brushed her hair away from her forehead. “I love my fiancé. She embodies everything I’ve ever wanted,” he kissed her tenderly between declarations. “She is my rock. She is the most beautiful creature that’s walked the face of the earth. She is love of my life and I would be nothing without her.” He parted her legs, lightly teased her perky nipples with his soft wet tongue and stroked the inside of her thighs, nestling two fingers deep inside her pussy.
Soft sighs of pleasure escaped her throat.
Charles gave a cocky sneer, “Tonya, you will never compare to my Natalie. You’re just a fuck job on the side,” He kissed the tip of her nose. “After I’ve used you, I’m going home and making love to my fiancé as if you and I never met.”
Tonya softly kissed Charles and whispered, “Use me.”
Charles moved her legs aside, and gazed down at the hapless beauty offering herself to him. He loomed within an inch of her face half expecting to feel a twinge of quilt for his forthcoming acts of debauchery but those feelings were cased aside by her explosive release when he entered her.
Tonya ran her fingers through Charles’s hair and held on for dear life. His cock ebbed and flowed between her glistening brown pussy lips. It’s pleasure almost intolerable. Her mind drifted to his doting Natalie, somewhere swaddled in a sense of false security while her man played Cloak and Dragger with her orgasm. She would give Charles what Natalie wouldn’t: her mouth, her pussy and her ass were all his for the taking. She would offer them to him on a 950 thread count platter, thwarting any idea that she would be forgotten.
He sat back on his knees and embraced his sense of superiority over this bronzed moral blank lying beneath him, her breast jumping with every thrust. He drove harder and harder Her streaming praise of his penile aptitude fed his ego and deepened his affection for Natalie. Natalie was steadfast and dependable; loving and naughty. Tonya was here and now, fast and loose, and screaming every man’s masturbatory anthem.
“Charles, fuck my ass,” she sang to him.
“Turn your ass over and give me the lube,” Charles said with all intension of leaving this bitch convalescing in a hallucinatory anal haze. She didn’t know who she was messing with.
Tonya followed Charles’s orders and positions herself on all fours; she shot a crafty smile over her shoulder watching him apply lube to himself then to her. She felt his hand spread her ass cheeks like a piece of ripe fruit followed by the exquisite pressure of his bulbous head entering the taut anal nether region and a flash of pain.
Charles ignored Tonya’s audible gasp and added more lube. He leaned close to her and kissed just below her ear. “Relax. Breathe,” he kissed her once more. “I’ll be gentle.” Charles inched deeper allowing Tonya to adjust to his spelunking cock.
She reached back and rubbed slow concentric circles over her clit once the initial pain passed. “Oh shit, Charles!” she rubbed more insistently. “Oh God!” Her body shook with primal urgency.
Charles drove with long, smooth, deep strokes. He held her ass in place watching his white cock gliding in and out of her little pouty brown hole. Her cries beckoned him to fuck her harder. He thoughts went to Natalie; what would she think of him pile-driving Tonya up the ass without regard. Tonya screamed for more and he obliged, fucking her until her pussy spoke to in stuttering tongues.
Transfixed on the headboard, Tonya fingered herself until her fingers ran slick with her own juices. She gasped, the unmistakable seismic tremors of another orgasm bearing down on her. “Charles, I’m cumming.” Her fingers worked in sync with his cock in her ass.
Charles felt her asshole tighten around him. He was close. In and out, his cock slid, disappearing between her round bouncing ass. His breathing became more erratic with each thrust. Hypnotized by Tonya submissively offering her ass to him, the wet sounds of her pussy, and the reverberations of their bodies slapping together in this impromptu fuck were driving him to do the unthinkable: cumming in her ass. She was begging for it repeatedly, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it; this was the one line he couldn’t cross with her….this was a sacred bond he’d cemented with only one woman. Natalie
Tonya looked over her shoulder, her eyes completely unfocused in surrender, and her fingers stroking her clit. “Please, Charles. Just do it. Cum in my ass. Don’t take it out.” Her last words caught in her throat.
Charles’s thoughts raced, he was in the wrong state of mind. “She’s nothing,” he prepped himself. “I’ll never see her again. Natalie will forgive me, she loves me.”
“Please Charles!”
Summoning his Dom, Charles yanked her head backward and thrust as deep and hard as humanly possible. “You want me to cum in your ass, huh? Beg for it.”
“Please cum in my ass,” Tonya shook uncontrollably, with tears in her eyes, her fingers in her pussy, his cock up her ass, she came with ragged pants when Charles shot his full load in her ass.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he yelled, holding her thighs in place until he had nothing else to release. “Damnit Tonya.”
After the post-orgasmic shaking subside, Charles slumps along side Tonya, cock still in place, holding her close until her breathing stabilized. She lye vulnerable and exposed; trembling and silently weeping.
Charles went to the bathroom and ran them a warm bath. Returning to the bed, he gathered her shivering body in his arms and carried her to the awaiting bath. He stepped in and then positioned her between his legs as he rest against the back wall. Her head lolled onto his chest with no signs on life other than her shallow breathing. Limb by limb, he carefully washed her and soon she began to move ever so slightly, snuggling into his warmth.
Sydney’s words urging him to go home mocked him repeatedly, the knot in his stomach tightened. Ashamed of his lack of self-control, Charles longed for Natalie’s approval. He needed her affirmation that his questionable restraint, his one night of indiscretion, hadn’t destroyed their relationship beyond repair. He’d crossed a line. He wanted Natalie.
“Charles, are you alright?” she said sensing his uneasiness.
Charles didn’t reply.
“I’m fine, Charles. Don’t worry.”
Charles massaged his temples, covering his eyes. “I came in your ass. I went too far.”
“Sweetheart,” Natalie said removing his hands from his face. “It’s role play. Things happen. We got caught up in the moment. It’s doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Stop beating yourself up.”
“Collared”, the sequel to “Beg Me”
This tale follows Charles, Sydney’s former apprentice and heir and Natalie, Sydney’s most trusted submissive, through their relationship and Charles's ascent to the top of his field.
Warning: Racy subject matter ahead. You've been warned.
Collared
Charles’s phone rang. “Hello.”
“Where are you?” Sydney asked.
Charles closed his eyes and inhaled a lungful of air, held it, then slowly exhaled as he opened his eyes. “I stopped by “1047” for a drink. I’m heading home in a bit.” Two months into his intensive one-on-one training with Sydney was taken a toll on his reserve.
“Don’t over drink. I need you alert tomorrow. I’ve been looking over your business plan and I have a few questions”
“Really,” Charles looked at his watch. Eleven-twenty three, does this woman ever sleep? “Is there a problem?”.
“None at all. I’m impressed to say the least. I’d like to implement some of your ideas on a smaller scale—test the waters with some of the lesser Doms. I think you’re on to something. Good work.”
“Thanks,” He rubbed his temples and caught the flirtation eye of a drop-dead gorgeous tawny-brown woman sitting at the end of the bar. The corner of his mouth formed an impish slant.
Sydney paused, sensing his distraction. “Where is Natalie?”
“She’s home. I spoke with for a little while ago.” He answered watching the mysterious lady adjust her much too short skirt over tone thighs. They caught one another’s gaze again, this time neither broke away.
The bartender came to take her order.
She gave a devilish semi-glossed smile at Charles, capturing his full attention.
“Charles, go home.” Sydney urged.
Sydney's voice brought Charles out of his daze.
The bartender sat another drink in front of him and motioned to the lady at the end of the bar. “The lady's compliments.”
Charles raised the glass to her, and she to him. “I’m leaving…very…shortly. I’ll see you in the morning.” He hung up the phone after their goodbyes. He checked himself in the mirror behind the bar—awaiting her approach. She would approach. They always approached; his Icelandic features, rich brown hair and soul wrenching blue eyes, all but guaranteed it.
“So you’re going to accept my drink without saying thank you? Some gentleman you are.” The lady said taking a seat beside Charles.
His eyes didn’t stray from his reflection. “I never claimed to be a gentleman.” He sipped his drink.
She nodded in defeat. “You’re right. We haven’t been introduced,” she held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Tonya.”
Charles looked at her hand and turned away. “Hi Tonya.”
“Nice to meet you to,” Tonya rolled her eyes and crossed her legs towards the bar.
“What do you want, Tonya?”
"Your name.”
“Charles.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charles.” She studied his profile.
“You’re still sitting here,” Charles finally gave her his undivided attention. “Is there something else you want?”
“Flirtation. Maybe more.” Her voice was laced with ambition.
He placed his glass on the bar, reached for her delicate hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tonya.”
“Yes,” she said watching her lips touch her flesh.
“Would you like to fuck?” The tip of his tongue barely touching her index finger.
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours.” Charles said with a twinge of satisfaction.
******
With minutes they arrived at her house. A spacious split level with all the style and sophistication he’d come to expect.
“Would you like something to drink?” Tonya asked removing her jacket and shoes.
“No. Where’s your bedroom?”
Tonya was both taken aback and turned on by his callousness. She sauntered over to him and gave him a single kiss. “Right this way.” She led Charles to her bedroom. They undressed one another in silence.
Charles traced the hills and valleys of her body and spun her around by her fingertips, inspecting her firm ass before taking her face in his hands and kissing her with slow lingering passion, easing her into bed.
“Mmmm,’ Tonya’s turned to Jell-o under his control.
Charles leaned over her on one elbow. “What?”
“Are you sure you should be here with me?” Her eyes searched Charles’s face.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No,” she kissed his down turned lips. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“A wife?”
“No.” Charles kissed her chin.
“I can’t believe you’re single.”
“I’m not single,” Charles thumbed her dimpled cheek. “I have a fiancé whom I love dearly.”
“If you love her so much, then why are you here with me?” Tonya pressed herself into his warmth.
“You ask a lot of questions for someone who picked me up in a bar.”
“I’m just trying to get to know you a little better.”
Charles brushed her hair away from her forehead. “I love my fiancé. She embodies everything I’ve ever wanted,” he kissed her tenderly between declarations. “She is my rock. She is the most beautiful creature that’s walked the face of the earth. She is love of my life and I would be nothing without her.” He parted her legs, lightly teased her perky nipples with his soft wet tongue and stroked the inside of her thighs, nestling two fingers deep inside her pussy.
Soft sighs of pleasure escaped her throat.
Charles gave a cocky sneer, “Tonya, you will never compare to my Natalie. You’re just a fuck job on the side,” He kissed the tip of her nose. “After I’ve used you, I’m going home and making love to my fiancé as if you and I never met.”
Tonya softly kissed Charles and whispered, “Use me.”
Charles moved her legs aside, and gazed down at the hapless beauty offering herself to him. He loomed within an inch of her face half expecting to feel a twinge of quilt for his forthcoming acts of debauchery but those feelings were cased aside by her explosive release when he entered her.
Tonya ran her fingers through Charles’s hair and held on for dear life. His cock ebbed and flowed between her glistening brown pussy lips. It’s pleasure almost intolerable. Her mind drifted to his doting Natalie, somewhere swaddled in a sense of false security while her man played Cloak and Dragger with her orgasm. She would give Charles what Natalie wouldn’t: her mouth, her pussy and her ass were all his for the taking. She would offer them to him on a 950 thread count platter, thwarting any idea that she would be forgotten.
He sat back on his knees and embraced his sense of superiority over this bronzed moral blank lying beneath him, her breast jumping with every thrust. He drove harder and harder Her streaming praise of his penile aptitude fed his ego and deepened his affection for Natalie. Natalie was steadfast and dependable; loving and naughty. Tonya was here and now, fast and loose, and screaming every man’s masturbatory anthem.
“Charles, fuck my ass,” she sang to him.
“Turn your ass over and give me the lube,” Charles said with all intension of leaving this bitch convalescing in a hallucinatory anal haze. She didn’t know who she was messing with.
Tonya followed Charles’s orders and positions herself on all fours; she shot a crafty smile over her shoulder watching him apply lube to himself then to her. She felt his hand spread her ass cheeks like a piece of ripe fruit followed by the exquisite pressure of his bulbous head entering the taut anal nether region and a flash of pain.
Charles ignored Tonya’s audible gasp and added more lube. He leaned close to her and kissed just below her ear. “Relax. Breathe,” he kissed her once more. “I’ll be gentle.” Charles inched deeper allowing Tonya to adjust to his spelunking cock.
She reached back and rubbed slow concentric circles over her clit once the initial pain passed. “Oh shit, Charles!” she rubbed more insistently. “Oh God!” Her body shook with primal urgency.
Charles drove with long, smooth, deep strokes. He held her ass in place watching his white cock gliding in and out of her little pouty brown hole. Her cries beckoned him to fuck her harder. He thoughts went to Natalie; what would she think of him pile-driving Tonya up the ass without regard. Tonya screamed for more and he obliged, fucking her until her pussy spoke to in stuttering tongues.
Transfixed on the headboard, Tonya fingered herself until her fingers ran slick with her own juices. She gasped, the unmistakable seismic tremors of another orgasm bearing down on her. “Charles, I’m cumming.” Her fingers worked in sync with his cock in her ass.
Charles felt her asshole tighten around him. He was close. In and out, his cock slid, disappearing between her round bouncing ass. His breathing became more erratic with each thrust. Hypnotized by Tonya submissively offering her ass to him, the wet sounds of her pussy, and the reverberations of their bodies slapping together in this impromptu fuck were driving him to do the unthinkable: cumming in her ass. She was begging for it repeatedly, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it; this was the one line he couldn’t cross with her….this was a sacred bond he’d cemented with only one woman. Natalie
Tonya looked over her shoulder, her eyes completely unfocused in surrender, and her fingers stroking her clit. “Please, Charles. Just do it. Cum in my ass. Don’t take it out.” Her last words caught in her throat.
Charles’s thoughts raced, he was in the wrong state of mind. “She’s nothing,” he prepped himself. “I’ll never see her again. Natalie will forgive me, she loves me.”
“Please Charles!”
Summoning his Dom, Charles yanked her head backward and thrust as deep and hard as humanly possible. “You want me to cum in your ass, huh? Beg for it.”
“Please cum in my ass,” Tonya shook uncontrollably, with tears in her eyes, her fingers in her pussy, his cock up her ass, she came with ragged pants when Charles shot his full load in her ass.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he yelled, holding her thighs in place until he had nothing else to release. “Damnit Tonya.”
After the post-orgasmic shaking subside, Charles slumps along side Tonya, cock still in place, holding her close until her breathing stabilized. She lye vulnerable and exposed; trembling and silently weeping.
Charles went to the bathroom and ran them a warm bath. Returning to the bed, he gathered her shivering body in his arms and carried her to the awaiting bath. He stepped in and then positioned her between his legs as he rest against the back wall. Her head lolled onto his chest with no signs on life other than her shallow breathing. Limb by limb, he carefully washed her and soon she began to move ever so slightly, snuggling into his warmth.
Sydney’s words urging him to go home mocked him repeatedly, the knot in his stomach tightened. Ashamed of his lack of self-control, Charles longed for Natalie’s approval. He needed her affirmation that his questionable restraint, his one night of indiscretion, hadn’t destroyed their relationship beyond repair. He’d crossed a line. He wanted Natalie.
“Charles, are you alright?” she said sensing his uneasiness.
Charles didn’t reply.
“I’m fine, Charles. Don’t worry.”
Charles massaged his temples, covering his eyes. “I came in your ass. I went too far.”
“Sweetheart,” Natalie said removing his hands from his face. “It’s role play. Things happen. We got caught up in the moment. It’s doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Stop beating yourself up.”
Collared
“The one thing we agreed to leave out of our role play is the one thing I did.” Charles kissed her hand. “I lost control, Natalie.”
“I also lost control. Big deal, it was hot! I love how involved you become when we play; you rarely break character. When we were in the bar and you asked if I wanted to fuck, I had a small orgasm,” she declared bashfully.
“Ha!” Charles laughed. “Are you kidding?”
“I’m serious. Mistress taught you well. You have “mind control” down to a science. I would have done anything you asked.” Natalie smiled seeing the worry drain from his eyes. “I’m going to bed. Mistress needs me to come in early tomorrow.” She stood, leaving Charles to fend for himself.
Charles got out of the tub and dried off. “How’s Sydney’s schedule?” he called
“She’s booked solid for the next four months. Tomorrow, she has two clients.”
“She’s gonna work until the last possible moment isn’t she?”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she fell into bed. “If I were you, I’d give Bart and Jeremy’s business plans a once over. I left them on your desk. I had a look earlier and placed sticky notes over the ‘red flag’ areas. I’m not sure what algorithms they’re using to determine their forecasting but it’s off by ten percent. I would definitely bring that point to Mistress’s attention if she hasn’t already detected it.”
“Jeremy is one of Mark’s underlings. Why are we getting involved?”
“We’re one big happy family now. Their fate is tied to ours.”
“Oh, for fuck sake! And let me guess, they’re my responsibility.”
Natalie sat in bed, grinning from ear to ear.
“Someone shoot me please.” Charles kissed Natalie and went downstairs to his office. His night had just begun.
******
“Can someone please bring me a glass of ginger ale?” Sydney marched into her office looking nauseous and holding her stomach. He had survived another car ride with Greta without the vomiting.
#2 sprang into action and hurried to the kitchen.
“Well ain’t that a bitch,” #4 whispered and called #2 attention to Natalie and Greta coming through the door. “What is she doing here?”
“Mistress wants us to spend more time together. She’ll be working here three days a week.”
They nodded to Greta and Natalie as they passed. Natalie looked none too happy with the chore at hand.
“I don’t like her,” #4 announced.
“Keep your voice down,” #2 elbowed her in the side. “I don’t trust her as far as I can see her, but I’m sure she doesn’t care for us either. I can’t last forever. You know how Mistress is…one mistake and she’ll send her back where she came from.” She took up Sydney’s glass and parted ways with #4, passing Natalie and Greta on her way into Sydney’s office.
“You can use Candice’s old office, #4 will assist you with any supplies, and my office is directly across from my Mistress’s,” Natalie instructed Greta. There was still animosity between them stemming from their ‘fight’ months ago. She stood perfectly still watching Greta surveyed her new dwelling with perched lips.
It wasn’t that Greta was unpleasant; the problem was in her air. She carried herself as if she were better than everyone around her—she always seemed to have a smirk on her face. She was gorgeous, a Heidi Klum look alike no less, but there was something about her that got under Natalie’s skin. Whatever their personal differences were they were no consequence. Greta had Mark’s devotion and that was all that mattered.
“I’ll be down the hall if you need me. The other girls will give you a tour of the facility.” Natalie said.
“I’d like you to give me the tour. We can talk.”
Natalie grunted and left the room. “Come on.”
Greta hurried after her. “Look I’m not your enemy.”
“The facility has three main areas,” Natalie blew off Greta attempt to open a personal discussion. “Training and Development, which has four separate classrooms. Staging, this includes all areas of play, from prep to aftercare. And last but not least, our private office. Keep in mind that every square inch of the building is monitored at all times for the safety of our clients. All clients are scanned before entering and exiting the building…”
“Why?”
Natalie frowned. “For my Mistress’s safety of course. No clients have access to her until the last possible moment. We handle the prep work and she handles the rest.”
“Sounds to me like she runs this place like Fort Knox,” Greta snorted.
“We run this “place” like a business and if you have a problem with that then you know the way out.”
Greta threw up her hands. “Fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“Please do.” Natalie walked away.
“You’re engaged to Charles, correct?”
“That’s Master Charles to you. Don’t forget it.”
“He asked that I address him as “Charles”. It seems he and I will be working very closely.”
“Excuse me?”
A wicked smiled crossed Greta’s face. “Didn’t he tell you? I’m his new assistant.” She reveled in Natalie’s dismay. “Well I have to go. Charles is waiting for me.”
******
“How are things going?” Mark asked Charles.
Charles leaned his head back and sighed.
“That well huh?” Mark kicked his feet up on the corner of his desk.
“I’m exhausted.”
“Having Greta around will be a relief. That woman never sleeps. Besides, she’s reliable and knows my business inside and out. Who better to help you?”
“Thanks all the same. Natalie and I reviewed Jeremy’s business plan and found a few pinholes I’d like to talk to you about.” Charles yawned.
Mark laughed. “You’re in no condition to talk about anything. Go home and get some rest.”
“I can’t. I have a conference with Sydney.”
“Is it important?”
“I think it’s more of a brainstorming session.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell Sydney something came up and you couldn’t make it. Go home and we’ll see you and Natalie for dinner.” Mark said.
“I owe you one,” Charles pulled himself up from the chair. “Do you need us to bring anything, a bottle of wine, dessert?”
“Sydney’s cooking so you may wanna ask Natalie to bring a backup meal.”
“Any request?” Charles asked from the door
“Natalie’s an excellent cook. I’ll leave it to her discretion.”
“How’s Sydney dealing with the whole…you know?”
“The baby,” Mark sighed. “Sydney is Sydney, but she’s coping.”
“She seems happier these days.”
“She is,” Mark said with a lilt. “Having my mother here has definitely eased her burden.”
“Sydney Cummings, a mother,” Charles shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“None of us could, none more so than Sydney herself. She fainted when we got the news and she hasn’t let my mother out of her sight since then.”
“Women,” Charles chuckled. “Well, thanks again. We’ll see you tonight.”
******
Later that evening…
“Strip.” Natalie ordered.
“Excuse me?” Charles frowned rather confused.
“Take your clothes off, and give them to me. I’m doing laundry and I don’t have quite enough for a full load. I need the clothes off your back.”
“Shall I do it right here in the kitchen or do I have time to go to the bedroom?”
“Whatever.” Natalie rolled her eyes leaving Charles to his kitchen duties.
What did I do? He asked himself, tracing her steps to the laundry room. “Natalie is there a problem?”
“Yes, why didn’t you tell me that Greta was your new assistant?” she said removing his shirt.
“I didn’t think it mattered. She’s just my assistant.” He kicked his shoes off, and she removed his pants. “Are you jealous?” Somewhat amused.
Natalie looked him up and down. “No, I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous? We spent five years together and three years apart….I waited for three years to have you. Three years where you could have been with a hundred women. Why would I be jealous all of a sudden?” She held up her hand and wiggled her finger. “I have you’re ring. We’re getting married. I’m pissed because I had to hear it from her. I don’t like her. It would’ve been better coming from you.”
Charles took her into his arms. “I just found out this morning, I hadn’t had a chance to talk to you and to be honest up until you mentioned it, I’d completely forgotten about it.”
Natalie’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry! Jesus, I’ll remember next time. Are you really angry with me?”
“No I’m not angry.” she kissed his chest.
“So…”
Natalie inched back. “So what?”
“So can I get some dirty-sexy-nasty time before we leave?”
“Don’t push it, Charles.”
“I also lost control. Big deal, it was hot! I love how involved you become when we play; you rarely break character. When we were in the bar and you asked if I wanted to fuck, I had a small orgasm,” she declared bashfully.
“Ha!” Charles laughed. “Are you kidding?”
“I’m serious. Mistress taught you well. You have “mind control” down to a science. I would have done anything you asked.” Natalie smiled seeing the worry drain from his eyes. “I’m going to bed. Mistress needs me to come in early tomorrow.” She stood, leaving Charles to fend for himself.
Charles got out of the tub and dried off. “How’s Sydney’s schedule?” he called
“She’s booked solid for the next four months. Tomorrow, she has two clients.”
“She’s gonna work until the last possible moment isn’t she?”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she fell into bed. “If I were you, I’d give Bart and Jeremy’s business plans a once over. I left them on your desk. I had a look earlier and placed sticky notes over the ‘red flag’ areas. I’m not sure what algorithms they’re using to determine their forecasting but it’s off by ten percent. I would definitely bring that point to Mistress’s attention if she hasn’t already detected it.”
“Jeremy is one of Mark’s underlings. Why are we getting involved?”
“We’re one big happy family now. Their fate is tied to ours.”
“Oh, for fuck sake! And let me guess, they’re my responsibility.”
Natalie sat in bed, grinning from ear to ear.
“Someone shoot me please.” Charles kissed Natalie and went downstairs to his office. His night had just begun.
******
“Can someone please bring me a glass of ginger ale?” Sydney marched into her office looking nauseous and holding her stomach. He had survived another car ride with Greta without the vomiting.
#2 sprang into action and hurried to the kitchen.
“Well ain’t that a bitch,” #4 whispered and called #2 attention to Natalie and Greta coming through the door. “What is she doing here?”
“Mistress wants us to spend more time together. She’ll be working here three days a week.”
They nodded to Greta and Natalie as they passed. Natalie looked none too happy with the chore at hand.
“I don’t like her,” #4 announced.
“Keep your voice down,” #2 elbowed her in the side. “I don’t trust her as far as I can see her, but I’m sure she doesn’t care for us either. I can’t last forever. You know how Mistress is…one mistake and she’ll send her back where she came from.” She took up Sydney’s glass and parted ways with #4, passing Natalie and Greta on her way into Sydney’s office.
“You can use Candice’s old office, #4 will assist you with any supplies, and my office is directly across from my Mistress’s,” Natalie instructed Greta. There was still animosity between them stemming from their ‘fight’ months ago. She stood perfectly still watching Greta surveyed her new dwelling with perched lips.
It wasn’t that Greta was unpleasant; the problem was in her air. She carried herself as if she were better than everyone around her—she always seemed to have a smirk on her face. She was gorgeous, a Heidi Klum look alike no less, but there was something about her that got under Natalie’s skin. Whatever their personal differences were they were no consequence. Greta had Mark’s devotion and that was all that mattered.
“I’ll be down the hall if you need me. The other girls will give you a tour of the facility.” Natalie said.
“I’d like you to give me the tour. We can talk.”
Natalie grunted and left the room. “Come on.”
Greta hurried after her. “Look I’m not your enemy.”
“The facility has three main areas,” Natalie blew off Greta attempt to open a personal discussion. “Training and Development, which has four separate classrooms. Staging, this includes all areas of play, from prep to aftercare. And last but not least, our private office. Keep in mind that every square inch of the building is monitored at all times for the safety of our clients. All clients are scanned before entering and exiting the building…”
“Why?”
Natalie frowned. “For my Mistress’s safety of course. No clients have access to her until the last possible moment. We handle the prep work and she handles the rest.”
“Sounds to me like she runs this place like Fort Knox,” Greta snorted.
“We run this “place” like a business and if you have a problem with that then you know the way out.”
Greta threw up her hands. “Fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“Please do.” Natalie walked away.
“You’re engaged to Charles, correct?”
“That’s Master Charles to you. Don’t forget it.”
“He asked that I address him as “Charles”. It seems he and I will be working very closely.”
“Excuse me?”
A wicked smiled crossed Greta’s face. “Didn’t he tell you? I’m his new assistant.” She reveled in Natalie’s dismay. “Well I have to go. Charles is waiting for me.”
******
“How are things going?” Mark asked Charles.
Charles leaned his head back and sighed.
“That well huh?” Mark kicked his feet up on the corner of his desk.
“I’m exhausted.”
“Having Greta around will be a relief. That woman never sleeps. Besides, she’s reliable and knows my business inside and out. Who better to help you?”
“Thanks all the same. Natalie and I reviewed Jeremy’s business plan and found a few pinholes I’d like to talk to you about.” Charles yawned.
Mark laughed. “You’re in no condition to talk about anything. Go home and get some rest.”
“I can’t. I have a conference with Sydney.”
“Is it important?”
“I think it’s more of a brainstorming session.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell Sydney something came up and you couldn’t make it. Go home and we’ll see you and Natalie for dinner.” Mark said.
“I owe you one,” Charles pulled himself up from the chair. “Do you need us to bring anything, a bottle of wine, dessert?”
“Sydney’s cooking so you may wanna ask Natalie to bring a backup meal.”
“Any request?” Charles asked from the door
“Natalie’s an excellent cook. I’ll leave it to her discretion.”
“How’s Sydney dealing with the whole…you know?”
“The baby,” Mark sighed. “Sydney is Sydney, but she’s coping.”
“She seems happier these days.”
“She is,” Mark said with a lilt. “Having my mother here has definitely eased her burden.”
“Sydney Cummings, a mother,” Charles shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“None of us could, none more so than Sydney herself. She fainted when we got the news and she hasn’t let my mother out of her sight since then.”
“Women,” Charles chuckled. “Well, thanks again. We’ll see you tonight.”
******
Later that evening…
“Strip.” Natalie ordered.
“Excuse me?” Charles frowned rather confused.
“Take your clothes off, and give them to me. I’m doing laundry and I don’t have quite enough for a full load. I need the clothes off your back.”
“Shall I do it right here in the kitchen or do I have time to go to the bedroom?”
“Whatever.” Natalie rolled her eyes leaving Charles to his kitchen duties.
What did I do? He asked himself, tracing her steps to the laundry room. “Natalie is there a problem?”
“Yes, why didn’t you tell me that Greta was your new assistant?” she said removing his shirt.
“I didn’t think it mattered. She’s just my assistant.” He kicked his shoes off, and she removed his pants. “Are you jealous?” Somewhat amused.
Natalie looked him up and down. “No, I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous? We spent five years together and three years apart….I waited for three years to have you. Three years where you could have been with a hundred women. Why would I be jealous all of a sudden?” She held up her hand and wiggled her finger. “I have you’re ring. We’re getting married. I’m pissed because I had to hear it from her. I don’t like her. It would’ve been better coming from you.”
Charles took her into his arms. “I just found out this morning, I hadn’t had a chance to talk to you and to be honest up until you mentioned it, I’d completely forgotten about it.”
Natalie’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry! Jesus, I’ll remember next time. Are you really angry with me?”
“No I’m not angry.” she kissed his chest.
“So…”
Natalie inched back. “So what?”
“So can I get some dirty-sexy-nasty time before we leave?”
“Don’t push it, Charles.”