The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) (3 page)

Agent Turner

Agent Turner eyed his partner warily as she spoke. If he didn’t know any better, he might think that his Mistress/partner had a heart. He’d never known her to want to rescue anyone, much less some kid she had only talked to for fifteen minutes. She began explaining, as if she knew what he was thinking.

“He’s not a kid, David. He’s a twenty-one year old young man who needs our help. If we don’t help him, he’s going to be forced to hustle on the streets. Worse yet, he could very well be the target of a serial killer.”

“We don’t know we’re dealing with a serial killer. Toby could be the fucking killer as far as we know, Rene.”

“Oh please, the kid slept in his clothing from last night, probably scared of that john coming back, and there isn’t a drop of blood on him. You know that boy is no killer.”

“So, your answer to that is sending him to The Mansion, a BDSM mansion, no less?”

“Look, I’ve been doing this a long time and I know how to spot a sub. That kid has got sub written all over him.”

“We work for the FBI. Our jobs are high profile and being outed could very well mean the loss of our jobs. If this kid runs his mouth, it could mean major problems for us professionally.”

“There are a lot of people who are high profile at The Mansion, David. It doesn’t get any more secretive or discreet than there. Master Richard is accustomed to dealing with professionals. You’d be shocked how many prominent people are in the lifestyle. We need to help this kid before he kills himself or someone else kills him.”

“Alright, Rene, I trust you. Let’s get the kid packed and get him to The Mansion. Bowling Green, Kentucky is only a hundred miles away so it won’t be that big of a deal getting him there. I hope this kid agrees to what you have planned for him.”

“I’m sure he will… Right now, anything is better than 4
th
and Magnolia.”

David cut his eyes at her as he spoke, “If you were anyone but my Mistress, I would never agree to this.”

The look on her face clearly let him know that he had said enough. “But I am your Mistress and you would do well to remember that fact, David.”

He changed the subject because pissing off his Mistress meant discipline later this evening and his ass was still sore from last night’s brutal lashing.

“Make the call and let the Masters of The Mansion know that we’re on our way,” he muttered half-heartedly.

His cock stiffened as she uttered the words he lived to hear, “Good boy, you’re such a dear, good boy.”

Master William

Master William picked up the phone and enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that coursed through his veins with his excitement. Finally, the one woman who he had ever come anywhere close to falling in love with was coming back to The Mansion where she belonged. She was his property and the fact that she resisted him at every turn, excited him like none other.
She is going to hate doing what I’m about to command her to do but she’ll do it… or suffer the consequences.

Diamond picked up the phone and answered in an irritated tone, “What?!”

“Esclave, is that any way to address your Master?”

He heard her take a deep breath, as if trying to alleviate the frustration his call incited. He ignored it and continued talking, “Don’t even think about lying to me and telling me you didn’t know it was me. Now, be a good girl and get your ass to The Mansion. Oh, and pack a bag because you’ll be here for a while.” He hung the phone up and let his mind drift back to better days.

She hung from the dungeon rafter, fatigued from the beating he had just given her. He made his way over to her and jerked her head up from her chest by a handful of hair. A faint smile crossed her lips due to the endorphins that now flooded her system. Nobody could take an ass whipping like his little esclave.

“How dare you tell me that you don’t want to be here! What part of ‘you’re my slave’ don’t you get? There are slaves who would die to be in your position, to be owned by me. You’re ungrateful, little slave.”

A hoarse laugh escaped her lips as she hissed in his direction, “Fuck you. If you want a docile slave, then, by all means, go and get one.”

Her head jerked to the side when his slap connected with her cheek but she only laughed at him. Oh, she did love to stir him up.

“I think I will fuck you, esclave.”

He released her from the chain, roughly tossing her onto the large dungeon bed that dominated the room where they played. She scooted back against the headboard in an attempt to escape his wrath. That was so typical of her nature. She loved to get him riled up and then try to flee his grasp. This time, though, there would be no escaping him. He wanted her like he’d never wanted another and since he was all about consensual non-con, she didn’t have a fucking choice. The woman loved being taken and he loved taking her. There were times their non-consensual sex play crossed the line into full blown rape fantasy and they both loved it, in all its viciousness.

He yanked her to the end of the bed by her ankles and placed her legs over his shoulders.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she moaned, weary from the fight.

“Too fucking late, esclave.” His fingers dipped into her folds. “Your pussy drips for the torment I give you and, still, you fight me.” He slipped two of his fingers into her, proving his point, and her hips rocked up to seek more contact.

“You’re right. Please fuck me.”

“Is that any way to ask for the cock you crave?”

“Master…”

“That’s better. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to stop running from your truth. You. Belong. To. Me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s much better. You’re still a fucking liar though. We both know you’ll have to be broken down again the next time. It’s always the same with you, my little fighter.” He scooted her towards him, plunging deep into her pussy—his pussy by rights of ownership. Her legs draped over his shoulders as he started fucking her with hard thrusts, ensuring he was deep in her core. “Ungrateful fucking slave,” he hissed as he roughly pounded in and out of her. “Quit clutching those sheets and play with that clit of yours. I want to feel that hot, greedy, little pussy of yours clamp down on my cock and milk me dry. That’s it, baby.” His fingers dug into the sides of her thighs as she screamed out with her climax and did exactly as he instructed—milked him dry...

He gave her a minute to recoup and then made his way into the bathroom to prep the Jacuzzi tub where they would soak. He ran a hot bath, mixing a concoction of Epson salts and violet and vanilla almond salts. It would help in the healing process of his slave’s body. He walked around the edge of the tub, lit candles, and dimmed the lights. He gave as much thought to her aftercare as he did to the actual scene itself. The rest of her evening would be spent relaxing in the soothing scents as he took care of her. He enjoyed aftercare with his slave because it was the only time she let the walls around her heart crumble in his presence.

Toby

At this point, Toby was willing to do anything to get out of his dire situation. Though he wasn’t involved in the BDSM lifestyle, he was familiar with it. He had been researching it online with curiosity for months. The close knit community had always been a drawing card for him. He had spent his life being shoved from foster home to foster home and he couldn’t ever remember feeling wanted, much less loved, by anyone. He’d always had a timid and shy personality. Though that alone didn’t make him sub material, the fact that he was unusually drawn to strong women made him wonder, at times, if he didn’t have traits. The only way to find out was to fully submerge in the BDSM lifestyle. He was going to go through a boot camp, of sorts, for the next six weeks.

He had been shocked when the woman, who originally came to his apartment to talk about the man he escaped, presented the idea of going to The Mansion. Of course, she stressed the importance of discretion, but she really seemed like she wanted to help him. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was a Mistress.

Their drive to The Mansion was a quiet one and, before he knew it, they arrived at their destination. He looked up and viewed the long row of trees lining the driveway and providing a form of privacy from curious onlookers. A camera security system that monitored
visitors
and deliveries was positioned at the opening of the large, black, rod iron gated entrance. It was already evident to him that discretion was paramount at The Mansion, not that it mattered to him. No one cared where he was; therefore, he stood no chance of anyone looking for him.

The lady agent spoke out the car window, reaching over her partner to lean towards the speaker. “It’s Mistress Rene for Master William.” She turned to look at Toby and grinned mischievously. She had to know that he’d been curious, wondering whether or not she was a Mistress.

The gate opened and they continued up the long, tree-lined driveway. Toby looked out the window and admired the beautiful mansion with large, white columns. It looked much like what you might see in a magazine for the rich and famous. He couldn’t help but be in awe of the estate that spanned the large property.

“Toby, you’re going to see things here that you have never seen before. If you truly are a sub, like you believe you are, this is a journey that will change your life. It will keep you from waging war within yourself about your identity. Just keep an open mind and you’ll do fine. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

He nodded his head. After he started researching the lifestyle, he had set up a profile on a BDSM social site. The more information he found, the more he questioned if he truly was a sub. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“You’ll be asked to sign a waiver before your training begins.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Okay, let’s go talk to Master William.”

They exited the car and made their way up to the dwelling that would forever be the place that changed his life. It would be eternally etched in his memories, lined along the shelf of
firsts.
This moment, this time, and the Masters of The Mansion would change his life for the better. Though he had no way of knowing that yet, a premonition of sorts assured him of that truth.

Upon reaching the entrance, he looked up to see a virtually nude blonde waiting to greet them at the door. She wore nothing but black leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The only other embellishment she donned was a pair of black stripper heels.

Without a word, she led them down a hallway and into the office of a man Toby assumed would be in charge of him while he was in residence. Once seated, he studied his surroundings. The office was decorated with high-end antiques, but done in a very masculine style. He watched as the man stood and made his way over to them. He was tall, thin, and he was dressed in a way that made Toby think he was European. There seemed to be an air of royalty, almost an elegance of sorts, about him. His shoulder length, grey hair was held back by a black ribbon and his cold, blue eyed stare made Toby want to drop his gaze. The man was obviously sizing him up and it made Toby nervous when he stared at him in such a penetrating way. His white, ruffled shirt was worn under a vest and his grey riding pants were tucked into tall, black, riding boots.

“My name is Master William and you are never to address me as anything but. Are you here of your own volition?” His words were short, curt, and direct.

“Excuse me?” Toby stammered. The man was very intimidating and he was forced to look away from the Master, suddenly feeling a grave sense of trepidation. Toby wasn’t sure why he felt so uncomfortable around him but it was like he wanted to climb under a rock and hide, never to return. Meeting his cold, blue, glacier colored eyes wasn’t an option at all, so he looked down and studied a spot on the floor.

“Are you here of your own free will?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Yes, Sir!” It isn’t a request; it IS a mandate,” the Master bit out the words with an air of impatience at the young boy’s lack of respect, or what he perceived to be disrespect.

“Yes, Sir,” Toby repeated after him.

“Very well,” he never took his eyes off the boy as he informed the two agents who brought him that they could leave. Neither agent seemed shocked by the Master’s actions and they both turned, leaving Toby to the fate of whatever was to befall him here at The Mansion. “Come… come with me,
boy.
It’s time to meet your Mistress. Toby followed behind the imposing man who was leading him to his fate and, once again, he was struck by a premonition. He knew he was at one of life’s many crossroads and, this time, he was confident he’d finally chosen the right path.