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  Opening my eyes, I looked up at his big burly frame and asked shyly, “Why? It is so late.”

  “To prepare you,” he replied, with a disturbing grin.

  I was becoming very uncomfortable as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Simon’s eyes didn’t leave my body as the corner of his month lifted, which clearly displaying the dirty thoughts that were running through his mind. I covered my body as well as I could. Following a good three feet behind him, we walked out of the room and down the stairs to the training room, which was in the basement. The minute Simon let me know of Mr. Colin’s request, I knew that whatever he had planned would not end well. Of all the things he requested I do for him, going to the training room was the one thing I hated most.

  Opening the door that led to the basement, Simon insisted I go first down the steps. It certainly wasn’t because he wanted to be a gentleman. He only wanted me to go ahead so he could get a good look at my backside. I held back my disgust with him only because I knew if I said anything I would be paying for it later.

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were fixed in the direction of the training room. Mr. Colin was already waiting inside the room since the light was already on. Placing his hand on my lower back, Simon dug his fingers into my spine, instructing me to move ahead. When I entered the room, Mr. Colin had everything set up.

  Taking my place, which was clearly marked on the floor, I started removing my nightgown as I always did, knowing perfectly well that Simon was getting off, lusting over my exposed breasts.

  With no warning, Mr. Colin ordered, “Simon, please hand me the crop from the cabinet.”

  I found that to be unsettling, especially since I thought for sure that he would have requested Simon leave the room and close the door behind him instead of asking for his assistance. Falling into my submissive position, I folded my hands flat against my thighs and waited for my next instruction. Just like every other time, my eyes were lowered, unable to see what was happening around me. I dared not look up and risk being punished with the riding crop across my hands.

  “My, my, little Tessa, you look so beautiful in this position. It is no wonder I am able to receive a pretty penny for your services,” Mr. Colin admitted boldly.

  Focusing on the sound of his footsteps as he began to circle me, I felt Simon’s hands, rough and calloused, take hold of my shoulders, squeezing my skin roughly between his fingers. Feeling him grip my hair, he tugged upward, causing me to rise to my feet. This situation was different than anything I had experienced before. Mr. Colin never allowed anyone else to touch me during our training.

  Pulling my head back, Simon lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “We are going to have such fun,” before placing his lips on my cheek.

  As much as I wanted to protest, I knew that it would be a waste of time. With concern, I watched Mr. Colin take a seat in the plush velvet chair in front of me and cross his arms on his chest. There was a grin on his face which told me that he would soon be entertained by whatever he allowed Simon to do to me.

  Though I saw the crop was still in his hand, the sound of it being hit against the chair startled me as Mr. Colin gave his next order. I wanted to raise my head, but I kept it lowered as he said, “Simon, take her to the horse.”

  Of all the equipment that he had in the training room, I hated the horse the most. Grabbing me by the hair, Simon dragged me over to the horse. I wasn’t sure why he had called it this, other than it had four legs and a wooden plank across the top that held it all together. Leaning my body across the wooden plank, Simon kicked my legs apart, which allowed him to easily restrain my ankles to the leather cuffs at the bottom of the back two legs. I tucked my arms under my body, hoping that I could avoid having my arms stretched out so that they could also be restrained in the cuffs at each end of the plank.

  When he slapped his hand across my ass, my arms shot out from beneath my chest. In response to the message of his strike, I placed them flat against the wood so that they could be bound. Just as Simon was buckling the leather strap, I turned my head toward Mr. Colin hoping that he would reconsider allowing Simon to touch me. The only response I received was a grin and a nod letting Simon know that he could proceed.

  Running his hand down my spine, his hands felt coarse and rough like sandpaper; a far cry from the smooth softness of Mr. Colin’s hands whenever he touched my body. I closed my eyes, trying to find my special place, but a sting came down on my back with a command from Mr. Colin, “Tessa, you will look at me at all times during your lesson. Is that understood?”

  Nodding my head, I answered, “Yes, Mr. Colin, sir.”

  “Good. Simon, you can continue,” he ordered.

  Biting my tongue only because I wanted nothing more than to please Mr. Colin, I took a deep breath and focused only on him as Simon continued with his instructions. During everything thing that Mr. Colin requested, I only concentrated on his voice. As much as I hated Simon’s touch, my body couldn’t deny the way it felt. Even when he slipped his hand beneath my panties to confirm my arousal. I couldn’t stop how my body was reacting, even though I was disgusted by his touch.

  “She is ready, sir,” I heard Simon confirm behind me.

  “Good, you know what to do next.”

  As I laid against the wooden board, completely open for Simon to make his next move, I wondered what would be next. I knew Mr. Colin’s routine by heart, so it made me wonder if Simon would be doing the same thing. Waiting for his return, I heard the cabinet being opened. I had a pretty good idea of what was inside, but with the number of toys it held, and the various ways that they could be used, there was no way of knowing what he would do. Nervous, I heard the cabinet door close, signaling that he had found what he needed.

  When he placed one hand on my back and the other beneath my panties, I knew that he would be showing me soon what he had in mind. Feeling a tug on the thin, lacy strap of my panties, the snip of a scissor sounded, and I could feel the cool air of the room hit my exposed sex. Simon’s hand came down sharply on my ass as he said, “This might hurt a little.”

  Feeling something cool on my most sacred place, there was a little pressure on my back gate which let me know that he was inserting a butt plug. The feeling was almost more than I could hold back, and I knew that if I came before his command, Mr. Colin would certainly punish me. I wanted to squeeze my cheeks together, but I knew it would only make the process more uncomfortable.

  I could hear my own moans of pleasure as Simon began moving the plug in and out. Concentrating only on Mr. Colin, I could see that the act was beginning to affect him as well when he changed his position in the chair. When I heard the zipper of Simon’s pants come down, there was only one thing that crossed my mind. Soon his cock would be embedded deep inside me.

  Without warning, Mr. Colin said, “Don’t forget what we agreed on, Simon.”

  “I remember, sir,” he responded.

  I heard a buzzing sound and soon something hard and cool began to stretch my opening. It was then that I knew, Simon had inserted the vibrator, which had been used on me many times by Mr. Colin. When I heard the sound of slapping skin behind me, I was certain that Simon was servicing himself. My assumption was confirmed when I heard his moans of pleasure. This must have been what they agreed on. Simon was only allowed to pleasure me with toys and not himself.

  “Do you know why I have requested Simon to take part in your lesson, Tessa?” Mr. Colin asked harshly.

  “No, sir, I do not,” I answered quickly.

  “I want to make sure you are prepared for what Mr. Milford had in mind for you this morning.” He paused for a moment and slapped the crop against the chair to gain my attention. “I hate surprises, but I do love the income that I would be getting.”

  I cringed at his suggestion of allowing Mr. Milford and his son to have their way with me. Unable to hold back my disapproval, I blurted out, “No, I will not consent to this.”

  Rising to his feet, Mr. Colin walked towar
d me until he was right in front of me. Placing his hand under my chin, he lifted my head so that I could see his face and the reaction he had to my protest. The way he had lifted my head told me that he wasn’t the least bit amused by my response. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, my little Tessa,” he seethed.

  His eyes turned cold as he kept his eyes on mine before moving them to Simon. I watched his lips move as he said, “You know what to do, Simon.”

  My head fell to the plank, hearing only Mr. Colin walk away and out the door. It was then that I knew I should have kept quiet.

  ~Three~

  Holding a cold towel against my eye, I was now paying for what I said. Even though Mr. Colin was the only family I had, somehow, I needed to find a way to get away from him. It was the only way I was going to survive. I just didn’t know where I would go. With no money and no one else to turn to, I would never be able to survive.

  After scrubbing my body of Simon’s scent. I walked over to my bed where I would find my safe place. I crawled under my covers and willed this place to go away, only this time it didn’t help. Throwing the covers back, I headed to the door to get something to drink from the kitchen. Maybe it would help clear my mind.

  Mr. Colin was still awake as I descended the steps. The light in the living room was on and there could only be one person inside. Tiptoeing my way past the doorway, I tried to avoid being seen, only my efforts to be quiet were for nothing. Mr. Colin heard me, and his voice sounded, “Tessa, come to me.”

  Turning in the direction of the living room. I walked through the open doors when my eyes landed on him standing in front of the large window. Clearing my throat, I said, “Yes, Mr. Colin,” so that he would know I had arrived.

  With a tumbler filled with whiskey in his hand, he pivoted on his heels and turned to face me. “I have arranged another meeting with Mr. Milford and his son tomorrow. They have agreed to pay me a handsome amount of money for your services. I will not be defied, Tessa. You will do as they request.”

  I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I knew that the day would come that I would have to meet with Mr. Milford and his son, but I wasn’t prepared to meet with them so soon. I was stuck. The only thing that I could do was honor his request unless I wanted to be punished. Bowing my head, I left the room. I forfeited getting a drink of water and headed up the steps to my room. All I wanted to do was cry.

  ~*~*~*~

  My restless night had me up later than I had wanted. Looking over to my alarm clock, it was already 8:00 a.m. Mr. Colin hadn’t come to get me. I could only guess that the arrangement with Mr. Milford wasn’t going to happen until later. Crawling out of bed, I headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed before he came to get me.

  Slipping on a floral dress with matching shoes, I headed down the steps before anyone suspected that I had slept in. Just as I rounded the staircase, I heard Mr. Colin’s voice. “Meet me in an hour. Our usual spot.”

  I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but I assumed it was one of his business associates or another client. Hurrying to the kitchen, I didn’t want to be seen, or worse yet, caught hearing his conversation. As I pushed the door open, Mr. Colin said behind me, “Tessa, we need to leave in ten minutes.”

  Stopping in mid-step, my hands remained glued to the door as I replied, “Yes, sir.”

  Grabbing a to-go cup of coffee, I headed out the front door to where Simon was waiting with his body leaning against the front fender, sporting an arrogant grin which showed just what an asshole he was. Pushing from the car, he moved to the back door and pulled it open for me with a sarcastic comment, “How about another round tonight, love?”

  If it wasn’t for the fact that he was much bigger and stronger than me, I would have punched him in the face. Giving him an evil look, I dipped my head and took a seat next to Mr. Colin, who was already inside. There was one thing I hated about Simon more than his cocky attitude, he always managed to speak his mind out of earshot of Mr. Colin, knowing full and well that if I said anything, it would be my word against his.

  As we drove into the city, there was only silence between us. Not once did Mr. Colin reference the slight bruising on my cheek or what Simon had done to me after he left the training room. Maybe it was best that nothing was said. I wasn’t sure that he could have said anything that would have made me feel any better. Turning my head, I gazed out the side window watching the beautiful homes with their perfectly manicured lawns and expertly trimmed hedges pass by. As I looked, I wondered how the lifestyles of the families that occupied those beautiful homes compared to mine. Were they happy? Was there love between them? But most of all I wondered if they were they free to do as they pleased.

  Consumed by my thoughts, at first I didn’t notice that Simon turned off the main road and headed to what appeared to be an industrial part of LA. I couldn’t understand why we would have driven here. Then I remembered what he said about meeting in the “usual place.”

  Adjusting my position, I tried to get a better view by looking out the front window. Simon pulled inside an empty warehouse. There was no one inside, only pallets of merchandise occupied the large building. Taking in my surroundings, a few minutes passed when a fancy red sports car began to approach us. My eyes were focused on the man driving the expensive looking car. Lowering his sunglasses, he had to have been the handsomest man I had ever seen. Normally, most of Mr. Colin’s associates are old and overweight, but this man was gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect.

  Breaking my fixation, Mr. Colin opened his briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope before opening the back door and exiting the car. All I could do was watch him approach the man as he stepped out of his car. As Mr. Colin stood in front of him, I wished that I could hear what was being said. I wanted so badly to roll down the window, but knew that would be a big mistake. When he handed the handsome man the envelope, he didn’t seem very happy. I got the feeling that Mr. Colin and this man were not on friendly terms.

  As Mr. Colin walked back to the car, my focus was only on the gorgeous man as he got in his car. Opening the door, I couldn’t help but ask, “Who was that man?”

  “No one you need to worry about,” he replied sharply.

  As we drove off, I couldn’t help but look at the red sports car and the man inside as he backed up and pulled out of the warehouse. Watching him drive away, I felt a strong pull on my hair, knowing that it was Mr. Colin trying to get my attention. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to prove, but when he pressed his lips hard against mine, I only thought of one thing and that was to push him away. Instead of going with my defensive instinct, I should have allowed him to have what he wanted. It would have saved me the pain of getting slapped across the face.

  Placing my hand on my cheek to soothe some of the pain, Mr. Colin warned, “You will not defy me, Tessa. Just remember who you belong to.”

  Feeling defeated, I lowered my eyes and responded, “Yes, sir.”

  ~*~*~*~

  When we returned to Mr. Colin’s home, I was once again ordered to meet him in the training room. Adhering to his request, I changed into a black corset with matching panties and silk stockings. One thing I wished he would have left out were the four-inch stilettos. Something special must have been planned. Never had Mr. Colin requested I wear this form of attire. Slipping on my shoes, I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable. Everything was perfect except my hair. Gathering it to one side, I braided it in one long braid and tied it in place with a red ribbon to match the red in the corset.

  Heading out of the bedroom, I slowly descended the stairs and made my way to the basement where the training room was. The temperature was about ten degrees cooler as I took each step, carefully balancing myself to keep from tumbling headfirst down the stairs. Safely reaching the bottom, I walked down the long hallway until I reached the training room. Pushing open the door, no one was inside, which made me think that I may have misunderstood Mr. Colin. He wasn’t one to be late or one to accept anyo
ne else being late. I thought about leaving and searching for him, but my instinct told me that I should wait until he arrived. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I folded my hands across my lap and focused on the door.

  Since I hadn’t slept very well the night before, I decide to lie down for just a moment. I had been waiting for such a long time that I could feel my eyes begin to get heavy. I just needed to close them for a moment. Drifting off, I entered the world that I loved so much with the green meadow and wildflowers blowing against the warm breeze giving off a sweet fragrance.

  Lying on the soft grass, the sky was so blue, and the sun felt so warm against my face. As I took in the warmth, there was something different about this dream. Off in the distance, I saw the form of a man approaching me. Propping my body on one elbow, I held my hand above my eyes to block the sun. I watched with anticipation, keeping my eyes focused on his every step as he got closer. As he stood in front of me, I knew this man. Although I didn’t know his name, I would know that face anywhere. What I didn’t understand was why he was in my dream? Yes, he was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous, to be exact, but why would he be here?