The deal with the Thornton's goes well. My Master is pleased. Signed, sealed and delivered, a copy of the contract papers lands on my desk. "I want you to be familiar with them, Elizabeth." says my Master. "You were instrumental in making the deal work. I want you involved with its progress. Take the time to know the details, the legal ins and outs."Fair enough. I settle to read my way through a book's worth of small print, and quickly decide that 'legalese' is heavy reading. However, the gist of the agreement is simple enough. The Haswell Corporation and the Thorntons are setting up a holding company to act as a legal envelope for a huge redevelopment in a run-down part of the City. The project is huge, involving the building or renovation of a vast acreage to provide luxury apartments, affordable housing and all the facilities and amenities needed for a properly functioning community; shops, offices, a park, rail and subway....... The budget runs into eye-watering amounts of money
Later, showered, clean and comfortable, we lie together on my bed, drinking wine, discussing everything and nothing in the candlelight."Master, there's something I think I need to tell you about."Cocking an eyebrow at me, "Oh? What?"."You know Mack Kane?""What about him? He lost his job when you spotted that he'd been defrauding the company.""Yes, but, I've seen him a few times since then. I think he's following me."My Master looks appalled. "What! When was this?""Usually when I'm coming home from the office. I keep seeing him and I wonder if he's trying to find out where I live now. The first time I thought it was just a coincidence, but it's kept happening. I think I've managed to lose him in the crowds each time but...."He holds up a warding hand. "Say no more Elizabeth. I'll get right onto it. I think a prohibition order is needed. I have friends with the police. We'll get it fast-tracked for you.""Thank you, Master.""I'm sorry, Elizabeth. You don't de
My Master shows the policewoman out and then sits beside me again. "I've sent Ross over with Francis to collect some of your things. I want you to stay here for at least the next few days until Mack is tracked down. That way I can keep an eye on you. Is that okay with you?"The chance to be with my wonderful Master for a few days? "Of course it is, Master. But I thought you had a lot of work on for the next few days?""Fuck the work. This is more important. And I can do a lot of it from here anyway."Then the penny drops as to what my Master just said. "Tracked down? They didn't catch him?"He hesitates. "No, I'm sorry Elizabeth, but he escaped the building before they were able to lock it down. But don't worry. He'll be found."I ponder this, gulping at the implications of Mack Kane loose in the city. But does my Master really want me to stay with him? He's never wanted me to stay for long before."I'll be fine in a couple of days, Master. It won't have to be for long."
I spend the rest of the week in a dreamy haze. After a couple of days in bed, I feel fine and am bored rigid. Against my Master's protests, I return to work.But I am thinking hard.I know my Master loves me. I can see it in his face, and he is showing it by his actions if not his words.I continue my work with the Thornton deal, familiarizing myself with as much of it as I can. Jaye and Alex Thornton both seem to like me, and my Master, 'Richard' at these meetings, always brings me along, saying that my presence makes the negotiations go more smoothly.My sun is shining, and my skies are blue.Turning the key in the lock, I click open the door to my Master's apartment and walk in, calling as I enter. "Hi, it's only me...." Then I freeze at the tableau I see before me.My Master is there, in the lounge and Adele, his 'ex', is with him. She is wearing a very short scarlet dress with deeply plunging neckline. Her long dark hair is swinging loosely around her and she is presse
"Hey, Beth. You okay up there? A neighbour said there was some noise." My Master falls still and silent...... The heat in my cunt blooming outward, my clit incandescent with pain-pleasure, I struggle to get the words out, shouting across to the intercom. "Er, yes, fine. Don't worry. I...er.... I just dropped something.""Okay. So long as you're alright.""Yeah, thanks.""Don't move. I've not finished with you." His words are stern, but my Master's voice is brimming with laughter as he steps over to the intercom and clicks it off. He pulls over a chair and jams the smashed door closed, pushing the chair-back under what is left of the handle. Then he vanishes into my bedroom, returning a minute later with a handful of my stockings.Coming back to me, he grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me upright. "You - dining table. Bend over and spread 'em." He marches me over to the table, pushes me face down and stretches my arms out, tying each wrist to a table leg with a stocking. T
I am tired of studying. Although I have exams next week and need to revise, my brain and eyes are tired. I can feel myself growing stale almost by the minute.My Master is sitting opposite me, working, legs crossed at the ankle, examining papers and accounts, making occasional notes in the margin. Bored with reading about economics, budgets, surplus and deficits, financial accounting versus cost accounting, and..... I decide it is time for a change of tone. Plucking a grape from the bunch on the table next to me, I toss it at my Master. It bounces off his file, and down onto the settee beside him. Over his glasses, he gazes expressionlessly at me for a moment, picks up the grape, pops it in his mouth, and returns to his note-making. Piqued at such a non-response, I pluck and toss another grape. This time it lands on his lap. Once again, he levels a look at me and pops it in his mouth. "I thought you were supposed to be working?" he says. "Studying hard for your exams?""Wel
Startled and abashed, I want to look anywhere but into his face. "Do you realise Elizabeth," he continues, "that this is where we first met? Time for a replay of those events I think."A cuff snaps around my wrist, and my arm is pulled upwards to the shower head, then locked into place.My other arm follows, and I am bound naked to the showerhead, water still playing over my hair and face, breasts and stomach.As I finally look at him, my Master is stripped down to his jeans, bare-chested and barefooted. "Francis left five minutes ago. You know, I was watching your performance there, for some while Elizabeth, and you didn't even notice me. I must have been remiss in my attentions to you."He shrugs off the jeans. "I could fuck you brainless right where you are, but I think we can take a little longer over it. Do you like the cuffs? They're new. I bought them as a present for you."The cuffs are bright, shiny and very secure. I could not now release my hands, firmly affixed
Later:"Can I ask you, something Master? Richard?"He looks at me. I only ever call him 'Richard' when we are in company. In private, between us, he is always 'Master'."One of those questions, eh?" he says. "Go on then. But I'm not promising an answer.""Why didn't you marry Adele? She's so beautiful, and obviously more experienced with life. Why did you ask me and not her?"He looks away, clearly taking the time to choose his words. "She is beautiful, yes, and you're right. In some ways, she is more obviously 'wifely' material for me, but there was something about her that, as I came to know her well, it.... well, it repelled me. There is a coldness about her. Beautiful; yes, she is, but beautiful like a statue. You are so much more alive than she. There were other things too."Such as?""Well, for a start, she was too obviously after the money.""What makes you think I'm not interested in the money?"He laughs. "You'd be foolish to not be at least a bit interested