The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) (18 page)

Agent Turner

Even though Agent Turner couldn’t see his expression while they spoke over the phone, he could tell by his intonation that Master William had reservations about the rescue mission the agents had planned for Jute.

“I want to use Toby as bait to catch this killer. I would never do something like this if I didn’t believe he would be one hundred percent safe. We’ll be monitoring his every move so Toby will not be in any danger. This guy has fixated on him and this is the only way we’re going to catch him with his guard down. I’m afraid if we don’t get this guy now, there will be more lives lost, possibly including Jute’s.”

“He’s a kid. Regardless of his age, he’s still just a naïve kid. One wrong move and he could be killed,” Master William answered. “I don’t like it. I don’t like it one damn bit.”

“I’m not going to let that happen. Have you developed feelings for him? You’re talking like someone who has bonded with their sub.”

“Yes, I have. Maybe not in a sexual sense but in a protective sense, I have. I feel a responsibility to shelter him and putting him in the line of fire isn’t what I consider to be keeping him safe.”

“If we don’t let this guy believe he has the upper hand, if we don’t make him believe he’s going to get the object of his obsession, Jute could die. He’s already proven that he’ll kill. We need to make this guy believe that Toby wants to be with him. All Toby has to do is convince the killer that he’s intrigued with the fact that the guy is obsessed with him. Toby’s the perfect candidate for leading the killer to believe that he enjoys being stalked. You and I both know that there are people in the lifestyle who have a fetish for stalkers and being stalked. Even Toby’s online profile fits the bill.”

“He’s already proven that he’s a fucking serial killer, Agent Turner.”

“We won’t let him get close enough for the guy to kill him.”

“I don’t like it,” Master William growled. “Do you know what it’s going to do to my slave if she loses that boy?”

“Don’t you mean what it’s going to do to you?”

“Yes, me too. I don’t want to see anything happen to him.”

“Don’t you think Toby should have some say so in this?”

“Toby’s a trainee sub. He has no say!”

“This isn’t a training issue.”

“I control what Toby does or doesn’t do.”

“Do you trust him?”

“Of course I do. He’s here of his own volition.”

“How do you think he’s going to feel if Jute is killed knowing that he possibly could have stopped it? If he’s going to be the one luring the killer out, shouldn’t it be his choice to make?”

“I need to sleep on this, Agent. I’m not going to make this big of a decision without giving it a lot of thought.”

“So, you’ll call me tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll call you in the morning.”

“You might want to talk to Toby about it too.”

“I. Said. I’ll. Call. You. In. The. Morning.”

Agent Turner eyed the phone with confusion as he realized he had just been hung up on. Yes, Master William must be very upset to have been that rude. It was completely out of character for him to act out of emotion and even more so to show those emotions. Agent Turner could clearly see this case was starting to affect everyone involved, and not in a positive way.

Master William

With that, he hung up the phone and made his way to Diamond’s room. He needed to burn off some stress and she had just what he needed.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” He purposely cut his cold blue eyes at her, well aware of the effect he had on his slave.

“I mean it, not one fucking word.” His lip curled into a sardonic snarl when he witnessed her lay the book she had been reading on the nightstand. She never once removed her eyes from him. It was as if she knew he was ready to pounce at any moment. Yes, he was so ready to pounce, to make her pay for all the frustrations of the day, and, in turn, she would rid herself of all that plagued her soul. It was how they operated; they fed off each other and he knew it was why they worked so well together.

He stalked his way over to her, maintaining eye contact the whole time because he half expected her to bolt if given the chance.

His fingers wound through her hair and tightened so he could turn her head at will. He studied her facial features closely; her appearance intrigued him. He pulled her towards his groin, purposely running her lips over the hardening in his pants. His free hand reached for the pocket knife in his pants and with just a flick of his wrist, he had her where he wanted her.

He fed off her fear as he pulled her head back and placed the blade at her throat. “So much power to know I hold your life in the palm of my hands. Would you leave me, esclave? Would you leave me again, like you did a year ago?”

Her only answer was the unzipping of his riding pants. He watched as she smeared the pre-cum, oozing from the slit in the head of his cock, over the swollen head of his engorged shaft. Already, he throbbed and ached for her. He never tired of taking her, body and soul. Each time confirmed the conviction of his ownership.

A growl resonated from somewhere deep in his chest as her lips enveloped his stalk. He watched her eyes as she peered up at him through long, black lashes.

“Don’t you dare make me come, girl,” he ordered.

She ignored his plea and purposely taunted him by tightening her lips and opening her throat. He viciously yanked at the handful of hair he held and pulled her off his cock with a popping noise.

He pushed her up to the headboard. “Bend your knees and spread your legs. Disobey me and I’ll carve my fucking initials in you… again.” He smirked when he thought about the night, a year before, when he had marked her by carving his initials in her shoulder. He had done it after she informed him she was leaving; he wanted to make sure that anyone she would ever be with in the future knew that she belonged to him. Though she had been absent from him in body, he had never let her go.

He removed his clothing and positioned himself between her legs, slicing the knife through the panties she wore under her t-shirt. It felt good to see her flinch. “You’re wet,” he told her as he ran a finger up and down her slit. He reached up and placed his hand near her mouth. She obediently leaned forward to suck her desire for him from his fingers.

He placed the knife blade at the collar of her t-shirt and sliced through it like hot butter. He folded it open to reveal her full breasts with dusky rose nipples. “You are so beautiful and you are all mine.”

He noted the tremors she fought hard to hide as he slid the tip of the blade down her breastbone and towards her abdomen. “Oh, your fear does excite me.” He gently trailed the tip of the knife to the apex between her legs. Now she was begging… perfect.

He flipped the blade and used the handle to run it up and down her opening. His lips made their way between her legs and he brought his tongue into play to lightly flick over her swollen clit. He looked up at her through hooded eyes as he spoke, “Come on my knife, Diamond.” Her body jolted in pleasure as an orgasm raged through her core. With two fingers, he flung the knife and watched it as it sailed through the air and lodged into the wall.

He pulled her down to lie flat on the bed and lined his cock up with her opening. He plunged into her as he fisted her hair on both sides of her head, talking in her ear as his strokes became more urgent. “I fucking love you, girl. You are everything I need.”

“I love you too, Master. I love you too…”

Mistress Diamond

Mistress Diamond eyed her slave with compassion as she spoke. Though she was fully aware of her Master’s presence in the doorway, she spoke freely.

“Pet, it’s not only my first priority, but also my pleasure to keep you safe. In a relationship such as the three of us have, it truly is the sub who holds all the power. Though we can guide you in a situation like this, it is ultimately your decision. This is a dangerous thing the agents are asking of you and neither of us like it.” She leaned in towards him and took his hand, trying to offer some level of comfort. “If you aren’t happy, if you can’t look at yourself in the mirror and feel good about who you are, it will hinder our relationship with you. We could easily
make
you refuse to go and meet your stalker, but we won’t. You need to make this decision on your own.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if Jute were killed. How can I call myself part of the BDSM community and not do everything in my power to save a fellow kinkster’s life?”

“I know you’re scared. No one would blame you if you refused,” she stated, trying to talk him out of it. She was surprised at how much she had bonded with him and, even more so, that her Master had as well. She had never known him to bond so deeply with anyone other than herself.

“I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t do this.”

They both jumped when Master William suddenly stormed from the room.

“Is he mad at me?”

Mistress Diamond gently stroked his hand. “No, love, he’s scared.