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2Even though her boss, Ralph Parsons, had officially assigned Kate to the planning team for old man Ellis’s enormous developmental project for an adults-only private resort and residential community on Maui, she had a number of home sales in progress, and needed to spend at least every third day at her Parsons & Sheffield Fine Properties office. As she drove there, she saw a message from Harry, her owner.
She called him back from the car. He took the call but asked her to hold while he finished another call with a large client. As she waited, Kate thought again of her weird relationship with this hugely successful investment manager. He owned her and used her as a s****l slave, and she wanted him to own her and use her in any way that pleased him. That was the essence of it. From that simple agreement, it got complicated.
The arrangement she’d negotiated with Harry was nonexclusive. He’d been totally open about that from the outset. But that reality didn’t lessen her natural curiosity and anxiety one bit. As she pulled into her parking place, she wondered again who Harry was traveling with as he jetted around the country selling investment funds to wealthy people. Kate was a realist and knew he would have at least one girl with him at all times. It wasn’t Jeannie, his executive assistant, that was certain, but she didn’t know what other young women he had on his personal staff. It rankled, but there was nothing she could do about it. Traveling with him was out of the question, even if he asked her, given her own heavy sales workload and constant client hand-holding. And why would he want her along, anyway? He didn’t need to keep his prize mare with him when he apparently had a stable-full of pretty ponies to ride.
“Back,” he said. “You were wonderful this morning, babygirl.”
“He was disgusting, Master.” Harry said nothing. “I hope all your friends aren’t into that.”
Harry laughed. “It takes all kinds, little girl.”
“Yes, but to do what, exactly?”
“You’ll get used to it. I want you exposed to every form of s****l deviance and corruption.”
“You could have stopped at ‘expose,’ Master.”
He chuckled. “Feel lucky he didn’t use you as the toilet, Katybird.”
Kate had no comeback for that horrifying prospect, and dropped the subject like a hot, well, “potato.”
He apologized for being so busy most of the week. “Are you able to come back tomorrow?” Kate asked, trying to sound casual.
“No, babygirl. We have a supper tomorrow with a new client. Assuming we can close him. He runs a major independent film studio. They’ve had a string of hits and need to bury a lot of money offshore.”
“Do I know their films?”
“We can go over all that when I get home. Right now, I need to get out to the first tee.”
“Have a successful dinner, Master,” Kate said, half-wishing it would be a total bust.
“Sweetheart. I’d fly back at midnight to f**k my little girl, but we have a golf match tomorrow with another client. It comes with the business.”
“Sure,” Kate agreed. Playing with the f*****g clients. Plus, she thought, playing with the f*****g girls that play with the f*****g clients.
“Be sure and wish Sasha a happy birthday for me.”
“I will, but I know she’d appreciate hearing it from you.”
“You’re right. I’ll call her after school.”
“Try noon. She’s got a half day today. For the art weekend, remember?”
“Yes. I’ll catch her at lunchtime.
“I’ll miss you tonight, Master.”
Harry chuckled. “Maybe not that much. Zeke’s sending Les Bates to the house with upgrades for my trading system. He’ll stay to take care of you.”
Kate turned pink.
“But… I thought you intended for Les to date Sasha.”
“That was a suggestion, babygirl, given the sort of guys she’s going out with.”
“But—”
“Katybird, this is a separate issue. Les is one my most trusted young men. And he’s been trained by Zeke to help take care of our pretty pets. Like you, precious. I’m sure you recall our rule that if I’m not with you, and Zeke is busy, the man he sends to look after you owns you. You remember that, yes?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. And lucky, too. If Les trains you for a few nights, you’ll see why I think he’d be good for your daughter.”
Kate swallowed.
“Well, girl?”
“Yes, Master, but please—”
“Quiet, slave. I don’t have time for silly games. You’re not a novice anymore. You just make damned sure you’re wearing the house uniform and show him you want nothing more than to serve him. Is that crystal clear, girl?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered into the phone mic.
At two, Kate called Sasha.
“Harry called to wish you a happy birthday.”
“Yeah, he called me earlier.”
“We’ll have a celebration dinner when he’s back next week.”
“Hoo haw.”
“Sasha, don’t be that way. You decided you wanted to go to Carmel this weekend.”
“No one tried to bar the door to keep me home.”
“We wanted you to have fun with your friends. It’s a special day. And anyway, Harry couldn’t be here Saturday.”
“I know. Thanks a ton, Mom, but I have to go. We’re packing the car.”
“Wait, baby. May I ask who else is coming?”
“Just Pen and Cyn.”
“No boys?”
“Kenton will meet us there. He’s in Santa Cruz.”
“And is he planning on bringing his fraternity brothers?”
“Mom. I told you. He’s a serious one. He’s not in a fraternity, okay?”
Kate winced at her error.
“So it’s just this famous artist and your new boyfriend? For four healthy young women? Leaving out anyone, sweetheart?”
“Mom, Jeez, he has another artist that shares the studio, okay?”
“Ah. The picture is becoming clearer. Does Miss Morales vouch for him?”
“Yes. He’s clean. She’s been with him herself.”
“As in, ‘been shared by the two creative giants’?”
“Jeesh, Mom.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but after that disaster in Los Angeles, I’m learning to ask before I have to hear the bad news. Speaking of that horror story, how is the ‘affaire K’ these days?”
Sasha went quiet.
“Sash?”
“Mom, please?”
“Sweetie I need to ask because I need to know.”
“Fine. Penny’s invited Mr. K. to join us in Carmel. Are you satisfied?”
Now it was Kate’s turn to be speechless.
“I’m sorry, Sash, truly. But I’m not sorry, too. Were you going to tell me?”
“Probably not. I knew you’d have a meltdown.”
“Sash, we don’t have time for one, not with you about to go there and me here.” Silence. “Baby? You know I only care about you. I need your assurance that you’re not going to sleep with these older men this weekend. Just Kenton. Can you promise me that much?”
“Tonight, yes.”
“What do you mean?” Kate asked, just before she remembered that after four a.m. Saturday morning, Sasha could legally do anything s****l she wanted with anyone she wanted to be wanted by.
“Sasha? Honey?”
“Mom, you worked really hard to get me ready to be a grown up. I love you for it, but that job is done. I intend to have fun, okay? With Kent and Elena’s guy, for sure; she’s into groups. And we’ll play with Mr. K, too, if Penny says it’s okay. We’ll see about the other one. Now, I really have to go.”
“Baby, just please be careful. We don’t want—”
“Mom, it’ll be fine! I was raised by a genius at controlling men, right?”
“Sasha, I didn’t mean to pry or suggest you have bad judgment. I just want my girl to be happy.”
“Me too.”
“May I at least call you tomorrow and wish you a happy coming-of-age day?”
“Better delay that. I’ll be of age, and coming all weekend long, hopefully. Bye, Mom. Love you.”
Kate tried not to cry, which of course made crying that much more certain.
When she pulled into the driveway at Harrison Hill’s house that evening, she saw a black Hill Financial Jaguar. Please let it be just Zeke, she prayed. As she undressed in the foyer, she heard Zeke and Les laughing in the main room. She cringed. Nude or not, strangers or no, she had to put on her collar and wristlets and play the role of house s*x slave. As she reached in the big hall closet for her training harness, she wondered what Zeke was planning. Was Les preparing to leave? Or was Zeke going to give her to him? God! What if that evil snip of a girl was still in the house? What if Kate had to face her again, dressed like this, like an expensive w***e in a late nineteenth-century London brothel?
She made up her mind to act perfectly normal and walked out to the big room, dressed formally, which in Harry Hill’s house meant wearing only her harness and collar, with her wrist and ankle restraints, and the six-inch black stiletto hooker heels that made her already fit legs look about twenty-six instead of thirty-six.
No problem, she said to herself, but then she came into view of the two powerful men, and her resolve began to waver. At least she saw the girl was gone. But then, as Zeke kissed her full-on hard in front of Les, her aplomb was shaken, especially when her training master made her walk over to Les.
When the younger man took Kate’s wrist in his hand and kissed her palm, whatever aplomb she had left melted away with the heat, and wisps of it rose to the glass ceiling to join the house butterflies, nestling up there for a quiet night. Or perhaps for a better view of the extraordinary things these humans did to and for and with and in one another.
Kate waited breathlessly for Zeke’s command to submit to Les, but as it happened, Les had to go in to Harry’s office in the city to deal with a technical problem. Zeke prepared a simple supper, which they ate in Harry’s study, so Zeke could use the big screens to check the markets. Kate had learned he was something of a maven in the field of automated trading. Kate tried to follow his explanations, but quickly grew bored with the artificial intelligence theory. She saw enough artificial intelligence on any given day to want to hear about more. She gave up and pulled up her work files on the “Blue Winds” resort project plan for Alfred Ellis.
At ten, Zeke carried her upstairs to Harry’s bedroom. Kate was sure he was going to make her submit to some new test, but he put her to bed, saying mysteriously that she’d have a big day tomorrow. Then he refused to tell her the details as he put on her blindfold and loosely chained her wrists to the bed posts.
“Please, Daddy? Do I have to be chained?”
“House rules, pet. Now try and sleep.”
“Will you be coming to bed?”
“After I finish up downstairs, babygirl.”
Kate knew protest was not permitted, and closed her eyes as he turned out the main lights in the room. For perhaps a half hour she tossed about, wondering what he’d meant by a big day, wondering what was so important on the big wall screens downstairs to keep him from training her, wondering who was with Harry at that moment in whatever city he was in that night.
She woke suddenly, feeling a finger on her lips. “Daddy?”
“You’re training master is downstairs,” Zeke whispered. “I’m Les, the man you really want tonight.”
He wasn’t. But he almost was, too, after he inserted his sculpted namesake dildo in her cunt and turned the micro motors up to the Hot Terror setting. As he forced the real Zeke up her rectum, he whispered this was what it would be like when he shared her with her new boyfriend Les Bates. He and the massive dildo drove her wild, so crazy wild that she yelled to him to get the real Les there immediately, before she came again just from imagining him so deep in her, oh! deep in her—
“Ohh! Oh My God! Ohh Yessss! Captain! You f*****g machine, and you too, Daddy!”
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