Her Master’s Trust by Ginger Starr
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Copyright 2010 Copyright Ginger Starr
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Chapter One
It was the sort of February day that made New Yorkers miserable.
The sky turned dark at five o’clock and the lit streetlamps in Central Park made gray sleet yellow. Trash blew around the feet of tired people who struggled with imploded umbrellas as they hustled to get somewhere warm and dry.
It was enough to make anyone pack it in for an early retirement down South, but not the man who stared at it all from an office window ten stories above Columbus Circle.
Donovan Mann, CEO of Mann Global Investments, the only financial firm untouched by recent scandal, second richest man in New York City next to the mayor, and natural born dom stood motionless, a black leather riding crop clutched in his hand. A sudden blur of movement across the street broke his trance.
It looked like a stray dog in Central Park, but Donovan realized to his amazement, it was a coyote. There had been news reports of the creature spotted the week before. It was thought to have made its way from upstate New York and anyone who saw it was urged to call police.
It stopped for a second, illuminated under the park’s lights and Donovan felt a connection to its wild animal soul. It, like he, was an adventurer and survivor.
The coyote sniffed the air and darted across a frozen pond before it disappeared into the dark. Donavan smiled slightly and silently wished it luck.
He admired self-reliance and courage. The world was dangerous, but with determination and smarts, an instinctive hunter could rise to the top of the pack. He certainly had.
Donovan thrived on solitude; he trusted his gut and never let anyone defeat him. He gripped the riding crop tighter as the memory of that one mistake, an emotional slip of the heart, flashed before him.
He let Olivia Webb make a fool of him two months before.
It infuriated him to remember. The only thing real about her was her limitless desire to fuck. She had lied to him with every moan and sigh, every time she offered up her hot body to him. Lies all, but even her mental image made his cock stand to attention.
He struggled to forget how supple her skin felt and how she responded to his touch with such exquisite sensitivity, he could make her wail with pleasure. How she wrapped her legs around him to drive him deeper inside her, how he woke one morning to find her gone and a company account with $20 million dollars in it emptied.
She would be found soon, he could sense it. He fantasized about the vengeance he would unleash upon her when she was caught. He wouldn’t involve the police or FBI; he had his own people with orders to bring her directly to him. I will have my revenge, Donovan vowed to himself as he sharply exhaled and forced his mind to the present.
He turned from the window and saw his secretary Lily already in place, bent over his desk before him. Her curvy body was still as she waited for the after work reward of delicious pain, but her sharp hot pants of anticipation at Donovan’s approach echoed off the silk wallpapered walls.
Her thin white skirt was thrown over her waist and her panties pulled just below her round and creamy bottom, as ordered. The soft blonde was so aroused, her lacy thigh–high stocking tops were soaked on her inner thighs.
Donovan pressed his fingertips against the wetness on her skin and felt her tremble at his touch. He brought his hand to her open mouth slicked with ruby colored gloss. “Lick it off” he ordered. Lily instantly obeyed and stretched her tongue between full pouty lips as she lapped her taste of fermented honey from his fingers.
Lily knew he felt no love for her, but she gratefully served all his needs. He had found her at a play party three years ago. She worked as a professional submissive, but from the moment she served Donovan Mann, she knew she could never give herself to anyone else.
Donovan withdrew his hand and lowered the right side of her face to his desk. He slowly circled her and observed how she quivered when he lightly tapped the voluptuous flesh of her legs and thighs with the crop’s rectangular tip. Then without warning, he struck the whip harder than he ever had against her ample ass.
Lily gasped in surprise and Donavan paused. He knew better than to take his rage about Olivia’s deception out on her. He silently counted to ten to wait for her pain to subside. The angry red line on Lily’s pale young skin faded to a dusky rose and her hands loosened their grip on the table’s edges as her breathing slowed to gentle flutters that let him know she was ready to continue.
He whipped her luscious bottom again and Lily’s entire body shook with pleasure. Donovan struck her other cheek and alternated the blows as he reduced the time between each lash. Lily moaned with delight as he then randomly spanked her upturned rump so she wouldn’t know where the next chastisement would land.
The crop’s stiff braided leather left scarlet streaks wherever it hit, as her perfect peach of an ass became bright cherry red. Donavan lowered the short whip and lifted a pink hairbrush from her purse left conveniently open at his feet. He lightly stroked her inflamed skin with its soft bristles as she panted and moaned.
Lily squirmed with desire, but knew not to beg for his cock. When he was ready, she would know. He used the brush to trace the flame marks on her skin, and then slid it along the cleft of her ass. He tapped her right inner thigh with his fingertips and she obediently spread her legs.
Her lower lips glistened with arousal as Donovan rubbed the smooth brush handle against them with just enough pressure to glide it along her slippery groove. She moaned out loud as the hard plastic pressed against her swollen clitoris. Donovan unzipped his fly, released the 8-inch thickly veined monster from his pants and then reached for the condom next to her head.
He wiped the handle on her ass, unrolled the condom and put it on. Then he picked up the hairbrush again and renewed his assault on her tender flesh. The more she squirmed, the hotter he got. Finally, his desire was at its peak. He plunged inside her as his balls banged against her throbbing clit and he slammed in and out of her hot wetness.
Her curvy ass jiggled against each pelvic thrust as her moans became more frenzied. He grabbed the silky hair at her scalp and pulled it towards him till her eyes rolled back in her head. Donovan fucked her furiously. His strong deep thrusts filled her completely as she instinctually raised her hips higher and higher to take in his entire length.
She felt like an animal and moaned helplessly with delight as he slowed his rhythm enough to bring her down and then built the momentum again. She pulsated her inner muscles around his long thick shaft till she felt a well of erotic delight that rippled from her clit across her belly to her nipples before it plunged again to surround his cock in a tight circle of exquisite sensation.
Donovan felt her soft walls clutch his cock, which caused the pressure in his groin to build to a massive force. Her little fists clenched and unclenched, a sign she was near the edge of orgasm. He knew she would never let herself go without his permission.
He slapped her ass with his open palm and it blasted her into an ecstatic frenzy.
Fireworks exploded behind his eyes as he grabbed her hips and drove into her. He lifted her around her waist, threw them both into his chair with her on his lap and her back towards him, then came with a fury as he tossed her over the desk again and collapsed on top of her.
Lily felt wave after wave of pleasure course through her body. Nothing made her happier then to please him. She knew she didn’t have his heart, but she was his to use as he saw fit. When his breathing slowed to normal, Donovan rose and stretched his neck and shoulders.
Lily turned and removed the condom from his still hard cock. She wrapped it in tissue to dispose of in the bathroom and ran to get a hot washcloth. Donovan sat behind his desk and brooded. The temporary pleasure of toying with Lily was gone. Now his mind was back to Olivia and revenge.
He checked his watch. One of his men, Franklin, was due at 7pm with a report on his latest attempts to find her. Franklin had been in Donovan’s employ from Mann Global Investments’ earliest days. He was not on the official payroll. Donovan turned to him when he needed information on a client or competitor.
Another part of his job was to search the history and records of potential employees. Donovan had blamed him at first for not properly vetting Olivia Webb, whose stellar resume crossed his desk six months ago that week. She had a Harvard MBA and a degree in international finance from Yale.
She worked for a top Wall Street firm and seemed an excellent candidate for MGI’s vice president of finance. Everything checked out and she appeared to be just who she claimed. She even came with a glowing reference from her former CEO.
Olivia was also one of the most beautiful women Donovan had ever seen.
Not that she was his type. He usually went for petite girls with soft curves like Lily. When Olivia wore her three-inch black leather pumps, she stood eye to eye with him. Her handshake at the interview was firm and her voice confident and deep for a woman. It was a voice that haunted him for days after their meeting.
He closed his eyes and remembered the first time she walked into his office. Her black designer suit hugged her tall and slender frame in all the right places. She was polite and professional, but there was a gleam in her eye that made him hunger for her. He didn’t know why. Who can explain the chemistry of attraction?
He just knew he had to have her. He hired her and within a month, they were lovers. No, he couldn’t blame Franklin or anyone else for Olivia Webb. It was his fault that he fell for the schemes and lies of a beautiful woman. He, Donovan Mann, had been played.
“Damn it,” he growled. His baritone voice reverberated through the room as Lily hurried in, a warm washcloth in one hand and a snifter of brandy in the other. She knew his daily routines by heart. He allowed himself one drink after work before he went out for the night.
She placed the crystal goblet in his hand, knelt between his legs and then gently cleaned his cock and balls. Lily showed her devotion with her body and her loyalty. She knew to express her love to him with words would end their arrangement, the last thing in the world she would ever want.
Donovan swirled the amber liquid in the snifter but didn’t bring it to his lips. He wanted to be completely sober when Franklin arrived. Besides, he would probably need the drink after their meeting. He felt the warmth and care of Lily as she tended to his cock. She was a good girl.
“Lily,” he said. She looked up immediately. Her large blue eyes glowed at the sound of her name on his lips.
“Yes, Sir?” she breathed.
“Finish and go back to your desk. When Franklin arrives, let me know. Then you may leave for the night.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lily watched on her knees as Donovan stood and arranged himself back in his pants. She clutched the washcloth and tried not to stare at his broad shoulders and the way his Armani suit skimmed over his rock hard chest and biceps.
She ignored the cramp in her calf as she stood and walked to the outer office where she sat as gatekeeper to the powerful CEO.
When the door closed, Donovan turned back to the window. He saw police lights light up the park as cops on horses cut across the grass and raced down a small hill.
The coyote was dashing ahead of its pursuers. Donovan hit his fist against the glass. If the animal were going to escape danger, it would have to be more than just fast.
Suddenly, he saw the creature as a metaphor for Olivia. She may be smart, he considered, but no one can run forever. It was just a matter of time.
His desk phone quietly buzzed. Donovan looked at his watch again. Franklin was early. He pushed the button on the intercom.
“Mr. Franklin Bennett to see you, Sir.”
“Send him in, Lily. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Sir,” he heard her soft voice say. Donovan suddenly wondered what she did when she wasn’t at work. He had never thought of her with a life outside of him before.
He had needed a secretary and the fact she was delectably plump and subservient was a bonus. Lily was an excellent worker and slave, but if she fell in love with him, he would have to let her go. He would never get emotionally entangled with another woman again.
He shook his head as if to clear the distraction from his mind as the door opened and Franklin walked in. The slender brown-skinned man carried a tan leather portfolio under his arm and a wet umbrella in the other.
Franklin carefully placed the umbrella in a vase used for that purpose by the door. Then he strode across the office and the two men shook hands. Donovan offered him a chair then walked behind his desk and sat.
Franklin unzipped the portfolio, took out a bound report and handed it to his boss. On the front page was a photo of Olivia Webb. Donovan felt unsteady. He cleared his throat for time to collect his thoughts. Franklin spoke first.
“We found her. She’s living in Miami Beach under the name Olive Wendell.”
Donovan stared at the photo. She was sitting in a South Beach sidewalk café in an expensive looking blue dress and high heels. She looked like an angel. He cursed her to hell under his breath.
“What is she doing there?” he asked as he tore his eyes from her heart-shaped face.
“She’s working as a hostess at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in the city, Mr. Mann.”
He couldn’t believe it. Why would someone with twenty million dollars take a job in a nightclub? Franklin could read his bewildered expression.
“She’s apparently not satisfied with the money she stole. Most smart crooks lay low for a while and start spending the money in another country in a few years. She’s making contacts in her job with the wealthiest and most famous people in the world. We think her new sideline is blackmail.”
Donovan turned the page. There was another photo of Olivia. This one showed no angel. She wore a black leather cat suit that zipped up the front and black thigh high boots with 6-inch heels.
A black mask covered half her face, but there was no mistaking the brilliant green eyes that blazed from behind it. Franklin gave his boss a moment then continued.
“One of my guys got a job as a waiter there and took this picture in the VIP room. Celebrities, sports stars, any rich and famous guy who wants to play at being dominated goes to her.
The club’s owner is supposed to be a real sleazebag. My guess is they’re working together to build a book of clients and hope to cash in with threats to give it to the press.”
Donovan’s gut twisted. How could he have been so wrong about a person? He would never have made it to the top of the business world if he didn’t have killer instincts. Olivia Webb was a duplicitous sociopath who didn’t care whose life she destroyed. She had known just who she had needed to be to utterly fool him.
With him, she was all woman beneath her prim and businesslike exterior. She swore she had complete trust in his ability to lead her beyond her comfort level and that she had never known such joy as when she submitted to him. With Donovan to guide her, she said she had found her true nature.
Now she was dressed in a ridiculous outfit to play domme for vanilla straights in search of a new thrill. Her deception and greed made him sick to his stomach. Franklin looked at his boss. He had never seen him so pale and quiet.
“Mr. Mann, we have everything we need to go get her. Where she works, when she’s there…”
“No.”
Franklin didn’t understand. “No, sir?”
Donovan turned to look out the window again. A crowd had formed on the streets and news camera crews had arrived. The fugitive coyote had been caught.
He dialed a number that picked up on the first ring.
“Lily. I’m going to Miami Beach tonight. Call my pilot.”
Chapter Two
Olivia Webb hadn’t seen daylight for almost a week.
Outside Club Volos was an adult playground of beautiful beaches and glorious sunshine, but she worked till 8am and then passed out in the small room upstairs. By the time she awoke, it was dark and she would have to get ready to go downstairs for another night.
She had never been a sun worshipper. Her adolescent summer vacations had
been spent in the library, not on the beach. It paid off though, when she got a full scholarship to Yale. Not that she really had a choice. Her family would never have had the money to send her otherwise.
Her family. She couldn’t imagine what they would think if they saw her now. She had taken her mother’s first and maiden name as a false identity. It wasn’t the greatest alias, but it soothed her to hear. In these circumstances, she would take what comfort she could get.
Olivia knew one thing; Donovan Mann would never find her here.
She entered the room where she would spend the next twelve hours. With the lights on, she could see how shabby the club actually was with its sagging ceiling and stained furniture. It was the complete opposite of Donovan’s exclusive world of luxury and privilege, a world she had almost started to take for granted as her own. She looked around and sighed.
The only reason Club Volos was considered exclusive was its owner Jackie Cruise gave his celebrity clientele anything they wanted for a price. Any famous person seeking tawdry kicks was assured of complete satisfaction. It was all Olivia provided- fake and shallow thrills of no consequence.
She refused to judge the customers who licked her boots. Everyone was entitled to his or her own fun, but it was a universe apart from the heart-rending joy and pain she knew with Donovan. Even months later, her hurt and bewilderment battled with the memory of his large hot hands on her body that ached for his assured touch.
Olivia had known the glory of living only to please him and what it was to give herself entirely till her soul felt transparent. She had also experienced the crushing loss when she discovered his so-called love was a heartless lie.
It led her to commit the worst act of her life. The celebs came for humiliation but it was she who felt disgraced.
A shuffling sound behind her interrupted her thoughts and raised the hair on the back of her neck. Jackie Cruise stood inches away from her. She felt his breath against her ear and smelled his cheap cologne that failed to mask his natural odor of sour milk. How was he always able to sneak up on her like that?
“Good day, Kalamata” he murmured. Olive inwardly shuddered. He thought it was so funny to call her a black olive because of her name and her black latex uniform. The way he said it made bile rise in her throat. She turned and forced herself to smile.
“Hello, Jackie. I didn’t hear you come in.”
He giggled and stepped even closer. “That’s because you were daydreaming, my darling. Were you planning how to spin your web around your victims tonight?”
Olivia gritted her teeth but replied evenly. “It takes very little planning, actually. They only want to be dominated to their exact specifications.”
“Ah, yes, bossy bottoms.” Jackie sighed dramatically. “Well, that’s a star for you.”
He lit a cigarette with a gold lighter shaped like breasts with two rubies for nipples and exhaled in Olivia’s face.
“I have a surprise for you tonight you might enjoy, Kalamata. Do you think you’re up for it?” Olivia refused to blink even as the smoke stung her eyes.
“What leading man wants to wear my panties tonight?” she grimaced.
Jackie’s eyes narrowed as he stared at her. “Hardly, my dear.”
It reminded Olivia of the lesson her grandfather taught her about how to recognize poisonous snakes in the woods behind their house. “The ones you gotta watch out for” he said, “have slits for eyes.”
Jackie was about to say something else but then crossed the room to adjust a picture frame on the wall. He then turned his head over his shoulder and slyly smiled at her, “Tonight, you will entertain the one and only Maxwell Kim.”
Olivia was stunned but quickly recovered. Why should she be surprised the first Korean-American tennis star and three-time Wimbledon champion would look for kinky excitement at Club Volos?
His family’s history of escaping North Korea to the US to give their only son a better life was part of Maxwell’s legend. He was an example of the American Dream and his endorsements for everything from cereal to watches raked in millions for him, his Brazilian model wife and their two gorgeous kids.
He was a role model, an avowed family man and a control freak who wants to pretend he’s submissive, she thought. Whatever. She didn’t understand why Jackie was so excited. It’s not like celebrities were different than anyone else. Why, in New York City, she saw them all the time and didn’t blink.
She took a deep breath and exhaled as if to force the memories of the city and man she loved out of her. She had to forget the past. Soon, she would pack up and ramble somewhere else, anywhere to forget her former happy life. Whatever happened to her now anyway, she thought, would be more than she deserved.
A waiter from the club’s kitchen entered. He put Olivia’s dinner, which was also her breakfast and lunch on a table. She thanked him and edged past Jackie towards it. As she passed his girth, barely encased in a powder blue velour jogging suit, she felt his fat sausage fingers brush her bottom. Olivia whipped around to face him. “Whoopsie”, he simpered.
“Please don’t touch me”, she said coldly. She would have liked to ground her heel into his balls, but she refrained. Donovan Mann may have been a heartless bastard, but he would never stoop to paw a woman without her consent. Again, she forced the image of that gorgeous and powerful man from her mind.
She unwrapped the napkin on the tray and picked up her knife and fork to cut the filet mignon and green salad. The food was delicious. She deliberately kept her eyes on her plate and tried to ignore Jackie who sauntered over and lowered himself into the seat across from her.
“You interest me, Kalamata”, he said as he passed the lighter over and between his fingers on his right hand. “You’re so refined, so elegant. When you first walked in, I couldn’t believe a sweetheart like you would know how to dominate a guy.” Olivia listened silently. If he only knew how she learned all her tricks from the best.
“You’re educated too, like you come from a nice family that probably worries about you. What do you tell them you do for a living?” Olivia sensed danger. Why was he asking nosy questions? What did he want from her?
“I don’t have any family” she lied. “I haven’t spoken to them in so long, I don’t know if they are still alive.” That part was true.
She had called her mother with pretty lies about her continued success in New York, but just couldn’t bring herself to do it anymore.
Shame welled inside her as she pictured her mother’s worried face staring at a silent phone and she squeezed her eyes shut to try to erase the image.
“Why do you ask, Jackie?”
“I just care about you, baby”, he grinned.
Olivia fought the urge to gag. “Thanks, but um, you know, I can take care of myself and besides, tourist season is wrapping up pretty soon and I think I’m going to look for another job out of state.” There, she said it. She had been trying to think of a way to tell him. His eyes suddenly grew as cold as his voice.
“You’re leaving? You got another job that pays you, feeds you and gives you a place to live?” Olivia winced. Club Volos had been a good hideout, but it wasn’t worth feeling like any minute she would have to fight him off.
“Well, I think it’s the best thing for me now. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me…”
Jackie held up his hand to silence her. He stood and calmly said, “Just think about it before you make any decision that may not be in your best interest”. He walked over to the picture frame again, readjusted it and left. Olivia sat motionless. What was that supposed to mean? She pushed her plate away, her appetite gone.
There was almost no time left now to prepare the playing space for Maxwell. She ignored the creepy feeling Jackie gave her, dimmed the lights and removed her equipment from the closet. She first pulled out the bullwhip. The celebrity clientele loved the cracking sound the lash made in the air when she snapped it.
She next removed a cardboard box that contained handcuffs, latex gloves, condoms and an assorted array of clamps, dildos and toys. She lined them on the bar counter beside her, then reached into the bottom of the box and took out a silk blindfold and mask.
She put her mask on and felt like an actress getting into character. She heard a soft knock behind her. “Enter”, she commanded in her sternest tone. The door opened and there Maxwell Kim stood in the threshold. His eyes were downcast and every inch of his lean body seemed poised to obey her commands.
Olivia could tell right away that he was different from the other clients. He wasn’t tipsy or giggling. He was serious, reverent even. She looked at his slender athletic frame and thought about his constant pressures. She had read somewhere that he trained for six hours every day since he first held a racket at 5 years old.
His whole life had been about competing, winning and being an example of success. His desperate longing to express his real nature was palpable. “Come here” she ordered. He scurried over and stood before her. She could see his chest rise and fall quickly.
“On your knees.” Maxwell immediately obeyed. His thick black glossy hair shined in the dark red light. She slipped the blindfold over his eyes, but suddenly, she was at a complete loss as to what to do next.
With other clients, it didn’t matter since they were only there to have fun and a new experience. Maxwell needed more from her. Olivia touched the muscles in his arm and was struck by how rigid they were.
She sent energy from her hand through his skin till his shoulders lowered and she heard him exhale and submit to her touch. She felt his trust and it aroused her for the first time in a very long while. Not like with Donovan, but at least her body no longer felt totally numb.
She commanded him to remove his polo top. He lifted the shirt over his head as the dark rose nipples on his smooth hairless chest puckered and grew hard. She tweaked one softly, then the other and pinched them slightly more each time to test his limits.
“Unbutton your shorts. Push them to your knees. Leave your underwear on.”
He dropped his shorts to reveal red silk briefs that hugged his rock hard erection. She ran her hands down the smooth skin of his stomach and stopped just before the bulge at the top of his underwear as his body shook from the touch of her smooth cool fingertips.
She squeezed his tight ass and slapped his cheeks. She dug her nails into his bottom through his briefs with one hand and pinched his nipples with the other. She did it all to get a sense of what he responded to, but also to please herself.
He panted in short gasps as she grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled.
“Pull your underwear down.” Maxwell hurried to her command. He now knelt naked, his shorts around his knees and his long and slender cock pointed straight out.
He had a bush of straight black pubic hair that she grabbed a handful of and firmly tugged while she squeezed and released his testicles with her other hand.
“I am going to fuck you.” Olivia spoke in his ear, which caused him shudder with delight.
“Roll on your back and hold your legs up.” Maxwell leaned back and extended his muscular legs in the air. He held the back of his thighs with his hands as he breathed hard with anticipation.
Olivia felt her pussy tingle. She reached for the clamps and put one on each of his nipples. Then she tied a slender rope around his balls to his cock and secured them tightly out of the way. Maxwell squirmed with delight. She looked at him and understood his mingled pain and desire so much.
She put on the latex gloves and applied the lube to his ass in small slow circular motions, then left him on the floor and walked away with out a word. She took time to select the right dildo, placed a condom over it and oiled its bright blue shaft. Then she waited a few minutes more till she felt Maxwell deserved his reward.
She knelt towards him and roughly pushed the small of his back so his ass flew over his head and his legs stretched behind him. She pressed the first two knuckles of her right hand into his perineum and worked the tip of the dildo into his tight anus with the other.
Slowly at first, she built up speed till she felt his sphincter relax and open. He moaned in ecstasy as she worked the dildo, turned it clockwise and went deeper inside him with each plunge. It didn’t exactly turn her on, but it did make her feel alive to give someone else true pleasure.
Olivia increased her speed and rammed the large sex toy faster in and out of Maxwell as he helplessly rocked on the floor. He tried to bring his lower body closer to his face and Olivia saw he was attempting to suck himself off. She reached for a paddle and spanked his hard ass.
“You will not take your cock in your mouth without my permission.”
Maxwell gulped, “Mistress, I apologize.”
She continued to fuck him with the dildo she had nicknamed Big Blue and checked to see the reactions on his scrunched up face. Finally, she could see he was about to explode. She spread his legs and let him bring his penis closer to his trembling lips.
Olivia was fascinated; she had heard some men were capable of self-fellatio, but she had never seen it. Maxwell’s athletic flexibility allowed him to double up on the floor and she moved behind his head and thrust the toy in and out of his anus as she watched him lick the tip of his cock’s head with his quivering tongue.
She pressed on his body to give him the extra inch he needed and saw him close his mouth around his shaft. He licked and sucked himself as she fucked him with a frenzy till she felt his body jerk with convulsions, then he opened his mouth to receive his own come as he cried out with pleasure and relief.
After he had drained himself, swallowed it all and licked his cock clean like she ordered, she slowly removed the dildo and lowered his legs to the floor.
“Thank you!” he cried. “I can’t… thank you enough, Mistress.”
Maxwell whimpered as he softly kissed her feet. He still wore the silk blindfold and she could see it was soaked with his happy tears.
Olivia stared down at Maxwell Kim and felt a tenderness she dared not show. She imagined how difficult not only fame must be, but to be a famous role model. If his secret ever came out, it might mean the end of his wealth, career and reputation.
But how would that happen? Someone’s word wasn’t good enough. You would need photos or a video.
A video!
Olivia’s mind reeled with sudden alarm. She stared at the picture frame Jackie had adjusted twice before he left the room. With cold dread, she left Maxwell and slowly moved towards it.
She ran her hands over the large black velvet painting of a naked dancer and held her breath as she felt a hole in the middle where the woman’s navel was supposed to be. She quickly lifted the frame and found a recessed portion of wall. To her horror, a digital video camera inside of it stared back at her.
She panicked. Jackie would know she had found his filthy secret. She had to escape immediately! But she couldn’t run without warning Maxwell. She frantically tried to pull the camera out as Maxwell started to lift his blindfold to see what was the cause of so much noise.
“Trouble with your focus?” she heard a deep male voice ask. Olivia didn’t move.
It couldn’t be.
Her heart pounded as she slowly turned around. There he was. His face was as devastatingly handsome as she remembered but his mouth was set in a thin grim line of pure anger and contempt. Donovan Mann had found her.
Chapter Three
Olivia gaped at him, her mouth open in a wordless scream.
Donovan understood and silently relished her anguish. She had deceived him, stolen his money and hid in the last place she ever thought she’d be found. Her terror was now a beautiful thing to see.
He had thought about where he should surprise her. When he learned she lived in a room above the club, he toyed with the idea of hiding there in the dark to wait for her return.
She would walk through the door, throw her cash tips on the dresser and before she could turn on the light, he would say her name. It was amusing to think of, but Donovan Mann was no sneak. He wouldn’t hide from anyone, least of all her.
He had entered the club and before anyone dare stop him, made his way directly to where Franklin told him she worked; a room Jackie Cruise had unoriginally named the Playground.
He returned her stare in silence. She was as beautiful as he remembered, damn her. The dominatrix outfit was absurd and ill suited to her seemingly sweet disposition, but it still wrapped around her slender frame and highlighted every one of her toned muscles and pert curves.
“What the hell is going on?”
Maxwell screamed, his voice high-pitched with panic. He scrambled to get on his shorts as he wildly groped for his shirt at the same time. To Donovan, he looked like a terrified rabbit. Then he realized who it was.
Maxwell Kim had been the guest of honor at the opening of the Donovan Mann Youth Athletic Center three blocks away from his childhood home in Flushing, Queens. In normal circumstances, Maxwell would be immediately recognizable from his many magazine covers, advertising endorsements and awards. Donovan was as outraged for him as he was for himself.
How could Olivia Webb expose a man’s private life and ruin everything he had worked for just for money? He strode past the mortified tennis champ towards Olivia who stood frozen in front of the painting. He pushed her aside and tore the camera out of wall.
He removed its hard disk drive and tossed it to Maxwell. “Get out of here.” he ordered. The bewildered athlete grasped the drive and shakily stood up. “You’re Donovan Mann! What…”
“I will take care of everything.” Donovan assured. “You have my word. You need to leave now.”
Maxwell wiped his eyes and turned to Olivia who thought she would die of shame. He had trusted her with his body and psyche. She knew how vulnerable that made a person and how betrayed he must feel. “Mr. Kim, I am so sorry. I…I didn’t know” she stammered.
“Shut the fuck up!”
Olivia cringed. The voice was not Donovan’s or Maxwell’s. Jackie Cruise had been alerted to the imposing stranger who glided past his biggest bouncers as if they were statues into the Playground, the creation of all his money grubbing dreams and blackmail schemes.
He stood in the doorway and tried to block Maxwell who nimbly eluded Jackie’s clumsy grasp and flew out the door. Jackie hurriedly opened his cell phone and barked orders to his bouncers to cut the man off and grab the disk, but Donovan stepped forward and swatted it from his chubby fist as if shooing a fly.
The cell phone landed on the floor and shattered. Jackie screamed and as he bent to grab the pieces, Donovan stepped on his hand. Then the three heard the heavy steps of the hired goons as they clattered down the stairs toward their boss. Maxwell had been too lithe and fast to catch.
They stopped in the doorway and took in the scene of Jackie Cruise as he writhed in pain like a fat worm on a hook beneath the well-dressed man’s foot. The taller one made a move towards Donovan who neatly blocked his bulky body with his forearm. The large man gasped on impact and stepped back.
“Your employer is a blackmailer and an extortionist.” Donovan announced. “He’s looking at a maximum of 10 years in prison and you may very well be indicted as accessories. It’s a good thing you were too slow to detain the man who fled, because kidnapping would certainly be added to your list of crimes.”
“You are to go upstairs and announce the party is over. Then you,” he said, as he turned from the dumbstruck bouncers to the man who groaned in pain beneath his shoe, “will close this shithole for good and leave town. I’m taking your accomplice with me. If I ever hear of an attempt by you to squeeze money from anyone again, I will find you and kill you myself.”
Donovan eased his foot off his prey, but before Jackie could snatch his hand away, he stomped on it and caused the stomach-turning crunch of broken bones and the blackmailer’s screams to echo off the dark stone walls. Donovan lightly stepped over Jackie as he ignored his shrieks and grabbed Olivia by the wrist.
He ripped the mask off her and looked into her emerald green eyes for the first time in months. She backed against the wall but he viciously yanked her towards him. “Please believe me!” she cried. “I didn’t know!” Donovan’s lip curled at the tremulous pleas as they poured from her luscious mouth.
“You are disgusting. Don’t pretend you are innocent.” Olivia shook her head wildly but he grasped her chin between his thumb and fingers so she couldn’t move. “You are a predator.” he sneered. “Your mistake was to try to make a victim of a bigger predator than yourself.”
He grabbed the back of her neck and roughly pushed her forward. She tripped over her heels but then regained her balance as she stumbled past Jackie Cruise who moaned as he rocked on the floor, cradling his broken hand. Then Donovan forced her to climb the stairs with him directly behind her.
She was too afraid to ask where he was taking her. She had never seen him like this. The man she had once believed to be her true Master now acted like a cold-blooded killer. She tried to wriggle away from him but he clamped his hand around her neck again and dug his fingers into her soft skin.
“Do not attempt to escape “, Donovan snarled. “Do not talk. If you do, I will snap your neck.” Olivia closed her eyes and silently prayed she would survive the night. He moved her through the empty club the bouncers cleared before they fled. Then they stepped out into the balmy Miami night air.
A limousine idled at the curb and a driver jumped out of it at their approach. He showed no reaction to the obviously terrified woman; he immediately returned behind the wheel as his boss opened the door, pushed her in and slammed it shut. Donovan then walked around and got in the other side as the long black car sped away.
Olivia sat huddled on the seat across from her former lover. His glare felt like ice as he swept his eyes from the top of her head to her feet and back again. She thought about her chances for survival if she opened the car door and tumbled onto the highway. He followed her eyes to the door lock and grabbed her arm before she could make the attempt.
“You’re hurting me!” she screamed.
Donovan loosened his grip slightly but did not let go.
“Do not kill yourself and deprive me the pleasure of punishing you”, he growled.
He knows, a voice screamed in her head. She wanted to die.
He pulled her to him till she was an inch away from his face. She could see the black pupils in his pale gray eyes as they furiously bored into hers. They burned with rage but she thought for just a second they had flickered and a glimpse appeared of the man she thought had loved her completely.
“Did you really think,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “that I wouldn’t find you?”
Despite Olivia’s dark shame, her indignation rose. He was the one who ended their relationship. He gave the word to fire her when he was out of town. She couldn’t reach him for an explanation and had to hear the news from someone else.
She had to clean out her desk in front of all her colleagues who knew she had been his lover and then security guards escorted her out of the building. She now had no job references and a reputation for sleeping with the boss. Overnight, her world had shattered.
This man she had worshipped and to whom she had given herself completely, proved a coward who couldn’t even face her when he grew tired of playing with her heart. And now he showed up to humiliate, physically hurt her and force her into a car to God knows where?
Without a thought, she did what she never ever would have dreamt of two months ago.
She spat in his eye.
“Why would I think you would give a damn about where I was?” she shouted. “Are you angry because I actually left instead of groveling outside your door till your return?”
Donovan did not immediately react. He pushed her away from him in silence and wiped the spittle off his cheek with a linen handkerchief from his coat pocket. He had learned a long time ago to separate his emotions from his actions. It wasn’t an emotional act to hunt Olivia down, he told himself.
She had stolen millions from him. True, it was less than half of what he paid in taxes every year, but no one deceived Donovan Mann. He would get his money back and make her wish she had never played him for a fool. He looked at her beautiful face made even more radiant by her flushed cheeks and eyes that sparkled with pride and rage. How could she still arouse him so?
One thing he would say for her, she was a pro. Groveling till his return? It almost made him laugh. She had fled the state the minute his plane left the ground.
“You forget one thing, Olivia”, he spoke low and menacingly.
Her eyes involuntarily closed as he spoke her name and she tried to forget the last time she heard him lovingly whisper it to her.
Donovan caught her momentarily rapt expression and inwardly smiled. So she still had a thing for him too? Excellent. He would use it to destroy her. He watched her shake her head slightly as if to erase a painful memory. Then she looked him in the eye and spoke so softly, he had to lean in to hear her.
“I’ve forgotten nothing, “ she whispered. “You ended our affair and I left. I don’t know what else you want from me.”
Olivia slumped against the seat as if the sad truth of those words took what little fight she had left out of her and turned to face the window, exhausted and heartbroken. Donovan appraised her performance in silence. He had never expected her to readily admit to embezzlement, of course. He would switch tactics.
“You forgot” he gently spoke, “that I would always know how to find you. Now, I’m here to take you home.”
He raised his hand and she flinched. He held it in mid-air then slowly lowered it to gently stroke her cheek and calm her as if she were a terrified animal. That’s what she was to him and now he had to lead her into his trap.
Olivia stared at him with eyes wide with confusion and fright. “Why…why would you come for me now?” she whimpered. She hated herself for her weakness but she had missed him so. The feel of his touch was like a balm on her scorched heart. She let him stroke her face and hair as his eyes, which had been filled with malice now gazed at her almost tenderly.
“Because you are mine, Olivia. You will always be mine.”
Olivia gasped and shook her head no. At the same time, she dared to touch the fine material of his jacket with trembling fingers. He wrapped his arms around her waist before she could object and gently laid her out on the seat. He lay directly on top of her and crushed her body against his as he lifted her arms and firmly held her wrists.
He lowered his mouth to hers and Olivia felt the universe spin as he kissed her just as she loved and fantasized about during her long nights without him. She felt her nipples chafe against the tight latex of her top as the pressure of his chest against hers made them hard as emeralds.
A deliciously hot sensation spread between her legs as she pressed her pelvis against his rigid erection. She was already shamelessly soaked with excitement and panted for him in short gasps. He unzipped the front of her uniform from its high neck to her navel and released her breasts with their strawberry colored freckles sprayed across her cleavage.
In spite of his anger, he remembered how her freckles had endeared her to him because they made her seem so innocent. Innocent, he snorted. She peered at him and Donovan pretended to clear his throat. He then traced the spots with his tongue so she couldn’t see his face.
Olivia threw her head back and exposed her throat to him. He didn’t know what he wanted to do more-caress it or rip it out with his teeth. She moaned with delight as his fingers found her nipples. He pinched them till she felt small electric charges of exquisite sensation.
He took her hand and firmly placed it on his crotch. The feel of what she had missed so almost made her weep with joy. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his rigid cock and placed it in her hand. She eagerly stroked his shaft and velvety head as she writhed with anticipation of it inside her.
He rubbed himself against her soft belly and pressed down on her shoulders as he moved his body up to her chest and head. He pressed her breasts together and slid the length of his shaft between them. He squeezed them tighter as Olivia tried to raise her head to take him in her mouth.
She stretched out her tongue and looked at his face as it towered above her. For a second she saw the rage in his eyes that had been there earlier and she froze. Then, as soon as it appeared, it was gone and it was the same Donovan she had loved. He moved his hips over her face and she eagerly placed her lips around his steel-like shaft.
Olivia felt as if she would swoon from pleasure. She ran her tongue along the length of the skin’s smooth surface and obediently lapped his pulsating cock. She thrilled to be beneath him! She loved how he grasped her head and allowed her to worship him with her mouth.
He moved in and out of her harder and faster as she stretched her neck and strived to take him more fully inside her. His purple head repeatedly pressed a spot in the back of her throat as sensitive as her clitoris. He reached behind him, grabbed her between her legs and pressed her mound with the palm of his hand.
She begged silently for him to strip her bare, spread her legs and plunge inside her. Instead, he maintained the rhythmic pressure of his hand between her thighs as he squeezed her lower lips together through the latex and rubbed them on either side of her engorged clit. She felt she would faint from desire as his cock filled her mouth and she savored every stroke against her lips and tongue.
His hand stroked and squeezed her till she felt the delicious wave of pleasure rise from where his fingers pressed and spread across her belly. She raised her eyes to meet his and Donovan knew what she wanted-his permission to orgasm, just like he had trained her.
He beared down heavily on her till her body buckled and rocked in joy. He felt himself ready to explode and released his hot seed in a torrent against the back of her throat. For a few moments there was no anger, hurt or emotional pain. There was only a bond between them of mutual ecstasy.
Donovan leaned against the window and let the glass cool his hot and damp forehead as Olivia lay beneath him lost in a blissful haze. Then she reluctantly rose to the surface of her contentment to face a cold reality. What just happened didn’t mean he loved her again. She may have been his willing slave at one time but she was no fool.
He lifted himself off her as she sat up and shyly wiped her mouth. He stretched his arm out and she moved next to him and put her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head with its mass of curls the color of dark honey, lifted her chin with two fingers and looked in her eyes.
“We are going on a trip”, he said.
“Where?” Olivia murmured, torn between love and fear.
“On a slow ship to my island in the Keys.”
She tried to speak, but Donovan gently placed his finger against her lips. He then turned his face to the window so she couldn’t see his dark expression as the limo drove through the night to the Miami Beach Marina and his yacht where he would have Olivia alone.
Chapter Four
Olivia sat in the first row of bleachers on a football field, much like the one at her old high school where she and the rest of her town would cheer on the team’s night games. Instead of grass, the bleachers edged a water-filled canyon. A gospel choir filled the bleachers on the other side and sang the most beautiful music she had ever heard.
The night was warm, the field lights reflected off the shimmering water and Donovan sat next to her with a leash in his hands attached to a red velvet collar around her slim white throat. She was naked and blissfully content to sit next to her Master again.
The choir’s voices climbed to a soaring pitch as the words of the song reached her. They were about the freedom to fly like a butterfly. She couldn’t imagine any greater privilege than to be exactly where she was. She turned to Donovan in joyful submission only to see his face grow suddenly cold and murderous.
His eyes glowed like a demon and as he lunged towards her, she jumped into the lake to escape. The song disappeared as the deceptively icy water covered her ears and then her head as she sank to the bottom. Suddenly, she felt a tug on her collar.
Donovan still held the leash but the middle part was stuck on a sharp edge of the canyon’s wall. She would strangulate and die alone in the cold black water. She frantically tried to free herself, but just when she felt her lungs would burst, she gasped and flailed her arms as she woke in a strange bed.
She didn’t know where she was for a minute. The room was as dark as the water in her dream and she was naked. As her breathing slowed, memories of the night before flooded back in pieces. She reached a hand out to see if Donovan was next to her, but the other side of the king sized bed was empty.
Now she remembered their walk down the pier and the motorboat ride to the yacht. He had carried her to this sumptuous bed where she had passed out from emotional exhaustion. He must have removed her outfit while she slept. She got out of the bed and ran her hands along the wall to find a light switch.
She found one next to a door that opened into a bathroom larger than most of the apartments she had lived in. She stepped on the marble tiled floor and faced her reflection in the mirror. She looked like hell.
Her eyes were streaked with mascara and puffy from crying. In the mirror behind her, she saw a clock on the bathroom wall that read 1pm. It was the earliest she had been up in months.
She rinsed her face with hot water and a bar of coconut scented soap placed in a seashell by the sink. She blindly reached for a towel and grasped a large terrycloth robe that hung from the door’s hook. She wanted to wrap herself in its plush softness, but didn’t know if it would displease Donovan to find her in it. She didn’t know what to expect from him at all.
She walked back into the bedroom naked and shivered from the intense blasts of cold air from the air conditioning vent on the ceiling. By the light that came from the bathroom, she saw a note on a night table. She picked it up.
Olivia,
I hope you slept soundly. I am on deck to speak to the skipper about the day’s itinerary. We are headed south. He and his first mate will be let on shore at Key Largo. Then I will take over and sail us out to deeper waters to enjoy the beauty of the sunset before taking you to Poinciana Key, my island.
After you read this, take a bath, wrap yourself in my robe and join me for breakfast.
Donovan
Olivia returned the note to the table, utterly torn by her feelings. Two months ago, the idea of watching the sunset with Donovan as he held her in his arms would have filled her with delight. Now, the thought of even meeting him alone for breakfast frightened her. How could she ever face this man again?
Her heart beat faster and her nipples hardened as she recalled what they did together the night before. At the same time, her neck and shoulders ached terribly from the pressure of his tight furious grip. The hot bath he ordered her to take, she decided, would help relieve the pain and calm her nerves.