My master took a deep breath. He was still sitting next to me. My head was still resting on his lap, so I noticed when a small tremor pierced his thighs inside his social pants. Was he afraid? Angry? I was confused by the reaction. So I began to open my eyes, drawing Elijah's attention and distracting my master from any impolite subject.I had understood Elijah's hint very well. He didn't know what kind of relationship Fred and I had, but he suspected it was some kind of mutual interest. I wasn't poor, I didn't need a man to support me, and I hadn't lost my youth without studying.I was a graduate, worked in an area that caught my attention "desperate that there is already a step of throwing everything up" and I was independent, with an apartment in my name and a car always waiting for me in the garage of my house. Fred was not the person who fucked me, he just gave me what I had attracted so easily in sex; submission.We kept that kind of relationship a secret because people wouldn't
I was sure Madeleine would skin me alive after that day.She had taken the trouble to convince me to be less than indifferent, had accepted my own invitation to a breakfast, and had an unfriendly expression on her face after I warned of an unforeseen event and that I could no longer accompany her to the cafe. In the middle of the street, while we continued walking with my bodyguards always on alert, I received a call from my private driver, warning that Rebecca would be in danger.I must have crossed the city in record time, driving at high speed to get home, only to find Rebecca fainted and receiving help from my private doctor. He was already suturing the wound when I arrived, but it was completely pale and her lips cracked. The blood should have vanished from inside her for a long time, maybe it still was, considering the doctor's haste to finish the work.And during those tense moments when my submissive was placed on the dining table so that the doctor had a firm place to take ca
Rebecca got agitated, probably trying to think about what attitude would be least inappropriate for her master. Even though she was still very young in that lifestyle, she played that role of absolute submission very well."Sir, I need to work," she said, slightly nibbling her lower lip. I tried not to focus too much on how the gesture looked too sensual, although it was just spontaneous. “I can’t stay here.”"You took a stab, Babygirl" I pointed out with a chin movement. "What can your boss demand from you for today?”Rebecca suddenly stood up, then staggered."I'm fine. I can work.”I frowned." Why are you acting that way?”"What form? "She disguised with a weak smile."Tay what's going on, Rebecca," I asked in a serious tone.Rebecca cleared her throat."I just think that if I stay here, I may be going against the contract, and that's not right, master.”I nodded slightly, sketching a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I recognized the lie. Just because she wasn't honest with me, th
"No," I replied by lowering my eyes and pulling my cell phone out of my pocket, he had just whistled at a message from Soraya. I had a meeting in a few minutes, and I was telling her to let everyone know that I could only attend remotely. Hell that I would leave that apartment without being sure that Rebecca was fine. "Dr. Cirion will be back soon, Sub.”“It’s okay, master. “She exhaled softly, rushing to pass by me. “Thank you very much, sir.”I let my body fall sitting on the couch, while I leaned forward supporting my hands on my face. I no longer felt entitled to do that. I didn't want to use it, not the same way I always did with others. I wish it was mine without that damn contract. I wanted you to believe it when I gave her some jewelry.Why was she so different? A beautiful, intelligent, seductive woman, but who didn't accept my money. Why? All the others always made a point of going out with me so that they were photographed together with me, but she always prevented them fro
I had to spend a whole week at Friederich's house, no matter how much I wanted to leave and go on with my life as if that stab had never happened.The problem was that my master's private doctor thought that the wound needed care, although the painkillers were anesthetizing me and keeping me well, not to mention that all rest would be necessary so that the stitches did not open. I couldn't go against the opinion of a doctor who seemed to have years of experience, and I didn't want to upset my master, so I simply agreed to stay.Worst of all was not that social isolation that I hated so much, but also the fact that my master did not attend my room with the intentions I would like. Of course, he didn't spend a day without visiting me, wanting to know how I was, how I felt. Of course, he kept worrying and showing that he would do his best so that I could be one hundred percent as soon as possible. But what I really wanted, he didn't give it to me.And I wasn't having enough courage to sa
"No," I shrugged, pouting. "I just wanted to fill my face and dance. I didn't know you needed a right day.”The bartender gave me a seductive look. Until he was very handsome, with a shirt that left his strong arms exposed, and tattoos that covered almost every space with hand skin. The eyes had a color that I couldn't identify, because of the lights, but they were beautiful."Today is the night of slavery," he informed, indicating the couple next to me with his chin. Both were looking at me, although the girl was checking the expression on the man's face next to her. "This is master Diggle, and his submissive, Karol. The two wear bracelets of the same color, so that everyone knows who she belongs to. You don't have a bracelet and you're looking at everyone as if they were a circus show, so I deduced that you were lost.”I giggled, not wanting to absorb the previous information. Damn, master and submissive, it was very strange at that time. I didn't even know what the hell a master wo
"If you don't feel ready to continue with the relationship, just finish," I advised Madeleine, because I was already fed up with having to listen to her medalists about the boyfriend who kept hesitating and needed frequent scares from my bodyguards to learn how to treat my sister. "Maddie, I don't even understand why you asked me for advice, knowing that I don't have a relationship with anyone.”"Oh, of course, and I was born yesterday," she grumbled, snorting softly. I knew she would hit the key again for the day I abandoned her to find out if Rebecca was okay. "I'm absolutely sure you have a girlfriend who is a super famous model and doesn't want the world to find out. So far, it's okay, I agree. The world is full of envious people. But, fuck, Fred, I'm your sister. I have to know about the gossip of your life. It's a basic rule. It's in the bible.”"You've never read the Bible, Maddie.”"Yes, but I know the words of the Lord and I know that he would like all his children to be unit
One of the biggest reasons why I always thought twice before answering a family call was due a lot to the fact that women in my life used to be extremely inconvenient. By the way, I needed all my good will not to hang up when listening to that kind of nonsense that my mother had just asked.."Where did this baby story come from? "I asked, immediately frowning. "I don't even have any plan for a lasting relationship. How can you invent plans that I never wanted to realize in my life?”"Ah, Fred, you need an heir," mocked Madeleine. " Just think about how tired we are of denying the tabloids who doubt your sexual orientation. An assumed relationship and a son would change everything.It was my turn to mock, letting out a laugh without humor."Right, Maddie. Now you're delirious.”"I wouldn't be insisting on this story if I didn't know of some lying gossip from the press, brother. You may not worry about what is said in my stupid favorite magazines, but I worry. My work depends on our inf