The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) (7 page)

Master William

Master William listened as the sound of her heels became louder in the hallway. He hid behind a corner and wasted no time pouncing on his prey of choice. As soon as she came into view, his hand swiftly shot out and he grabbed her, pulling her into a dark alcove in The Mansion’s hallway. With the swiftness of a man on a mission, his hand clenched tightly around her throat and squeezed roughly enough that he could see true fear in her expression.

He could see the question in her eyes of whether or not he would make her get rid of her pet. Clearly, it was the only thing plaguing her. He knew his slave and he knew that she wanted to ask if he was going to let her keep Toby.

It was pure power to know that he had the opportunity to be so sadistic that he could make her give him away and subject her to watching him in the care of another. No one would care for him like she did. He would be nothing more than an object, a mere trainee, in the hands of another Mistress.

“Baggage? When the fuck did I become baggage? You know the question is rhetorical. It would be very wise of you to resist answering me and don’t you dare say something sarcastic. The only thing saving your ass right now is the fact that you told him the truth, that
not
being my slave isn’t an option for you.”

His hand moved from her throat to squeezing her face until he brought tears to her eyes. His sadism went far beyond just physical pain and his cock was already hard from the emotional pain he was causing her. She jerked her face away as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, purposely smearing her lipstick. She hated when he did that and that is precisely why he did. She knew not to wipe the smeared red coloring from her face without his permission.

His eyes never left her defiant gaze as he slid his hand up the slit of her skirt and ripped her G-string from her body. His finger slid into her soaked opening and he leered at her, reading her innermost secrets the way he always did. “You look at me as if you hate me but your pussy drips for me and only me. It’s got to be such psychological torment for your body to betray you to a man you hate.” Her body melted into the wall as, once again, it submitted to a man who owned her in many more ways than just physically.

She tore from his grasp and ran down the hallway to her room, doing her best to escape him. His sadistic laughter rang through the air as he bent down to pick up the G-string he had torn from her body and placed it in his pocket. Finally, he found a weakness that he could exploit in the strong, independent, and very capable woman. Only he held the key that could make this woman—a woman who needed no man—a slave, his slave. The power was fucking intoxicating.

Mistress Diamond

Diamond ran through the hallway, trying to ensure that nobody saw her, as she made her way back to her large bedroom, which was more like a small apartment.

She slammed the door and locked it, barring it with her body, as she tried to gather her wits. She’d succeeded in keeping Toby and that was all that mattered.

She should have known he’d do this. His obsession with her mandated that he find her weaknesses and use them against her. His fucked up version of love dug its talons into her the very first day, the first moment he laid eyes on her. Her mind drifted back to the age of eighteen, when she’d come to The Mansion. Her intention had simply been to be trained and then leave. She had just wanted to experience what it was like to be a slave. The memories from that day assaulted her…

She timidly picked at her non-existent fingernails as she sat in the chair in front of the man who would be training her. Though his cold blue gaze pierced through her, it wasn’t the first thing she noticed. No, that was his presence. It was like his presence had swallowed up the whole room and her along with it. There was no Diamond, no room. There was only him.

She pulled at the thin, cotton dress she wore beneath her denim jacket, feeling very self-conscious.

“Tell me about yourself, esclave.”

The words flowed from his lips in a masculine, baritone melody that rolled over her and made her feel like he already owned her.

“Esclave?”

“It means slave and, from this day forward, you are my slave, esclave,” he repeated again as if solidifying his claim.

“But I’m only here for six weeks of training.”

“Yet fate has intervened… and you are mine.”

Diamond brushed the tears away and shook her head, burying the memories of yesteryear. She pushed herself off the wall with determination and made her way to her bathroom, eyeing herself in the mirror.

The only sign of her distress was the wet sheen of her eyes. Though her lipstick was smeared, she had learned long ago to always wear waterproof make-up around Master William.

She grabbed a tissue and wiped the red stain from her lips and chin where he had purposely smeared her lipstick. It was just one of his many ways to mark her, to leave his stain on her soul, and his memory in her psyche.

With the expertise of a woman who had been the slave of a sadistic Master for many years, she sponged on a dab of foundation and relined her lips. The defiance she carried like a torch in her chest reflected back in the mirror through her translucent green eyes.

With her head held high and a mission on her mind, she made her way to her desk and booted up her laptop. She started flipping through her rolodex with the mindset of a woman who had done more than her fair share of business on her own for the last year.

The clients who paid her did so quite well and she lived a life of exquisite means. The men who bowed at her feet did so willingly and with no reserve, and that included their bank accounts. She was the best in the business; she could thank her Master for that. They were the definition of
It’s complicated
when it came to their relationship status, so much so that she had actually used it on the online profile her Master made her create
.
They took each other to such depths of depravity and dysfunction that even Master Richard shook his head at them.

She dialed Rene’s number to check in with her and give her an update on Toby.

“Hello, I’m shocked to hear from you so soon. There are no problems with Toby, are there?”

“Absolutely not, I simply adore the boy. Can’t a Mistress call another fellow Mistress with no ulterior motives?”

Rene chuckled, “Not when it’s Mistress Diamond.”

“Very well, I do have an ulterior motive. I’d like to have Toby’s things sent here and wasn’t sure if I needed to meet you to have them picked up.”

“We’ve already picked up his things from his apartment. We’d planned on bringing them before now but we’ve had some work issues. The poor boy doesn’t have much. The apartment was furnished, if you want to call it that. As far as we can tell, he only had an old, beat-up laptop and some clothing. I think he enjoys writing poetry so I’m sure he would like to have his journals. Let’s do this… my pet and I are attending the dinner this weekend so we’ll just bring all of it with us when we come.”

“Lovely, darling, that will work out wonderfully. I want him to feel at home here.”

“Are you keeping him?”

“Well, mum is the word but I have every intention of doing just that.”

“And Master William?”

“He’s agreed,” Mistress Diamond lied. She didn’t want to talk about her personal problems and chose that moment to get off the phone. “I look forward to seeing the two of you. Goodbye, Rene.”

“Bye, we’ll see you Saturday evening.”

Mistress Diamond wasn’t in the habit of discussing herself and she wasn’t about to start now. She picked up the phone again and dialed her assistant.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Venus, I need you to go to a stationary store and purchase me a classic moleskin journal, pens, pencils, and stationary. While you’re at it, get me a top of the line computer, complete with Word Perfect, professional version. Oh, and one more thing, I need black onyx cufflinks, set in white gold with a card that reads:
To the only man who gives me the black roses and knives I need to sate my midnight, full-mooned soul.
Sign it
Siempre’ Fiel, Esclave.
Also, one dozen black roses to accompany the gift.”

“When do you need this?”

“By Saturday and, Venus, be discreet. Thanks.”

“Always and you’re welcome.

”Diamond started searching the Internet and quickly found Toby’s profile on the BDSM site he’d been frequenting. It didn’t take her long to see that some changes needed to be made. She would see to it that he was listed as owned—by her!

Master William

Master William chuckled as he watched his slave over the surveillance he set up in her room. The whole mansion was under surveillance for legal reasons but his reasoning when it came to his slave had nothing to do with legalities.

It was evident that she was fond of the boy she had taken under her wing and though he felt a tinge of jealousy when it came to the boy, he knew there was no real threat. This was actually going to work out quite well.

When he had sent for her to train Toby, he had counted on her being at The Mansion for just six weeks. If she kept the boy, it would mean she’d be residing here indefinitely. The tradeoff was well worth it. She wouldn’t be fucking her little boy toy; he’d already seen to that. It was just her emotions that would be bonded with him. The boy was no true threat in that realm either because he could never meet her need to be sadistically dominated. No one could, no one but the Master of The Mansion…

He’d seen it in her the first day he laid eyes on her. She was wide-eyed and innocent as she sat on the opposite side of his desk, picking at her fingernails. He knew from that first moment that he had to have her.

Women had come and gone out of his life for years but she was different. He created her and molded her into what she was today. He was no different than any man who couldn’t release something he had labored over and fashioned to his precise liking. She was his. That was just the way things were. She was his slave for life, for eternity, as far as he was concerned.

Yes, having the boy around was definitely going to work to his advantage…