The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) (10 page)

The Killer

The killer sat at his computer and navigated to a popular BDSM site. No one was really ever out of touch anymore; the Internet saw to that. People Toby’s age even posted status updates for what they had for lunch. It was an addiction of sorts, and one the killer would use to his advantage. This was where he had first laid eyes on Toby, so to speak. He had hoped that boy would be his first, the one to really introduce him to the lifestyle, but fate had other ideas and that wasn’t the way things played out.

He’d tracked Toby from the first day he ran across his profile online. He was drawn to the young man’s innocence and curiosity. It was an innocence the boy had kept intact until his so called friend influenced him. Allyn met his maker for that mistake. Toby would have to be disciplined as well for giving in to his friend’s iniquitous ideas, but his innocence was still salvageable; he just needed guidance.

Well, well, well, looks like Mistress Diamond has decided to take you under her wing. That’s pretty high up on the food chain for a boy like you. How in the world did you manage to get accepted into the upper echelon of the BDSM community? Looks like I’ll be making a trip to The Mansion this weekend.

Part of him was pleased that Toby had somehow found his way to The Mansion because it meant that he knew where the boy was. However, another part of him knew that even though he could go, without having a membership there, getting access to the boy would be more difficult.

The Mansion wasn’t the kind of place you could just walk in and pick someone up casually. It wasn’t like a bar where one night stands were pretty much on tap. In a bar, you could walk up to a total stranger and just because you liked what you saw, you could buy them a drink, maybe even slip them some drugs. At The Mansion, there was protocol and dealing with a Master’s or a Mistress’ ego was a fucking pain in the ass. He wouldn’t just be dealing with that bitch of a Mistress either. He’d be dealing with her asshole Master as well. Yes, the killer was all too aware of how touchy Masters and Mistresses could be and Master William and Mistress Diamond took that shit to a whole new level. When he’d visited The Mansion before on open nights, he’d witnessed the dynamic between Master William and Mistress Diamond, so he was very aware of what he’d be dealing with. He hadn’t been good enough for them to accept his application for membership; it will be very interesting to see what they think when they find out he’s a cold-blooded killer. They’re all going to get what they deserve for shunning him; he’d make certain of it.

Agent Turner

Agent Turner intently eyed his partner as he rolled his chair back away from the desk, crossed his legs at the ankles, and interlocked his fingers behind his neck.

She was barely looking at him when she spoke, as if she didn’t want to take her attention off the task at hand. “You’re such a fucking Dom in every area of your life.”

“Not with you,” he sheepishly answered.

“Yeah, I wonder about that sometimes. You were never sexually submissive before me.”

“Well, you should be flattered then. You hold a part of me I’ve never exposed to anybody else.”

“Damn straight I do. Now, get your ass over here. I think I may have found a surveillance camera that captured footage of the unsub.”

Agent Turner wheeled his chair over with the grace of a man who knew his way around their shared office.

“The apartments don’t have surveillance but the liquor store across the street does. I think the guy will give us the tape, or at least let us watch it.”

“We need to go,” Turner stated, already jumping up to leave. “Damn it! Some of these places erase those things nightly and we need that tape.”

“I don’t think this is our guy. He looks way too drunk that night to have pulled off that intense of a kill.”

“It doesn’t matter, Rene. You know how these cases go. One thing leads to another and we piece it together until it’s solved. This guy is not going to stop killing; he has a taste for it now. I can assure you a sadistic killer with a blood fetish is only going to continue craving more and more gore. He won’t stop until he’s caught or killed. This guy loves the horror of a bloodbath. Now that he has accomplished creating that scene and getting away with it, it’s only a matter of time before he does it again.”

Toby

Toby looked up from the top bunk where he was writing in the one journal he brought with him. He scrambled to make his way down to sit in front of the chair where Mistress Diamond had taken a seat.

“I have a surprise for you, pet.”

Toby watched as she reached into a bag and started removing things. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw the moleskin journal, pens, and, the biggest surprise, a top of the line computer.

“Mistress, I honestly don’t know what to say. No one has ever given me something like this. It’s so, well, so expensive.”

Toby immediately lowered his eyes and she took one of her manicured fingers, raised his chin, and forced him to look at her. “Toby, I believe in your writing. This doesn’t come without cost on your part. I want you to start keeping a journal about your time here.”

“Like about my training?”

“Your training and also your feelings, your true feelings.”

“There are some things, well, things I don’t want
him
to know.”

“Do you mean Master William?”

Toby just nodded his head.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, knowing The Mansion was equipped with surveillance. “Use your safeword as your password. Do you remember what it is?”

He leaned in and whispered, “Midnight.”

“Very good,” she whispered back. Her face was leaned in close to his, almost nose to nose. She pulled his face towards her own with one finger and passionately kissed him.

“Mistress, you make me feel like no one has ever made me feel before. I feel like… I love you.”

“Those are the things that I want you to write about. I want you to document how you feel as you’re evolving on your journey into BDSM. I want you to write about your joy, the things you fear, what you love, and what you hate about your experiences here. You can add pictures or poems; there is no limit on how you can express yourself. I have had Word Perfect installed and an editing program for photography. Anything you need to express yourself is on this computer.”

Toby leaned in to kiss the top of her shoe and his heart swelled with the words she spoke next, “You’re such a good pet, such a good boy.”

Toby watched with longing as she rose to leave. “I want you to practice your poses so you’ll be ready for your presentation this weekend.” The look on her face became stern as she spoke, “It’s very important that you be on your best behavior this weekend. There are some very important people attending this function. There will be doctors, lawyers, and even the senator is making an appearance. Also, Toby it’s very important you realize what goes on behind these mansion walls is never to be discussed with outsiders. The people who come to The Mansion come here with the expectation and assurance of discretion. People in the outside world (vanillas) do not understand the lifestyle. Many professionals still view those who practice the lifestyle as having mental or emotional problems.”

“My foster family kicked me out because of it. They said I was a sicko because of my interest in being dominated.”

“Those are the types of stigmas we suffer.” He watched as she made her way to the door and stopped to look over her shoulder as if she forgot something. “The first thing you are to do is go to your profile on the BDSM site and post the pictures I sent to your e-mail of the two of us together.”

“When did you take pictures, Mistress?”

“You underestimate me, pet. The Mansion and the slaves in training here are always monitored with surveillance. I took stills from the video and, I must say, I’m quite pleased with the results. You may edit them to your liking and post them. I’ll not have people under the assumption that my slave isn’t owned property.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Toby felt a surge of pride course through him. It felt good to be wanted and it felt damn good to be owned.

Master William

Master William’s hand claps echoed off the walls of the long hallway as he watched Diamond make her way down the corridor.

“That little act of yours was worthy of an Emmy,
slave.
”

When she tried to walk past him in an effort to ignore his sarcasm, he firmly grabbed her arm. Her attempt to jerk free from his grip resulted in him slinging her body around and slamming her into the wall. She glared at him and hissed when she spoke, trying to convey the intensity of what she was feeling, but he only chuckled.

“If I didn’t know any better, I might think you were jealous. Perhaps you should find one of your little minions to boost that Dominant ego you possess.”

“You’re just begging for an attitude adjustment, aren’t you, slave? Maybe some knife play is in order.” He viciously pinched down on a nipple as he continued threatening her. “A little nick here, a little cut there… You didn’t buy me anything. You bought that fucking pet of yours something though, didn’t you?”

“I did buy you something.”

He leaned in to growl in her ear, “Show me, and if you’re fucking lying to me…”

He pinched down on her nipple and watched in intrigue as one single tear rolled down her defiant face. He leaned in to lick it off before the vice grip he held her in with his other hand tightened and he half dragged her up the stairs and into her bedroom.

“So, you’re not lying,” he stated after they entered the room and he saw the black roses with the note and the small box that held the cufflinks. He picked up the card and flicked it between two fingers as he skeptically eyed her and read it aloud:

To the only man who gives me the black roses and knives I need to sate my midnight, full-mooned soul.

Siempre’ Fiel, Esclave.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear as he unbuttoned her skirt, “Yes, forever faithful.” He eyed her like he was daring her to deny him what he was getting ready to do. First, the skirt she wore fell to her feet. Then, his thumbs hooked the sides of her G-string and pulled it down past her knees to her ankles. He licked his lips as he watched her kick them off to the side and then he pushed her down, forcing her to sit on the bed, while he positioned himself to kneel between her splayed legs.

“Hook your legs over my shoulders, slave, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.” His hands clamped at her hips and pulled her down where he could dine on her essence.

“Oh fuck, Master.” Her mews began immediately as she surrendered to his tongue lapping over her core.

He took a moment to speak between flicks of his tongue over her clit. “No, baby, no fucking, just your Master dining on what’s his.”

He dipped his tongue into her opening and fucked her with it as he purposely nipped at her clit, pushing her deeper into his seduction. He replaced his tongue with two fingers and pumped into her, pulling them back in his direction until her hips were rocking and gaining more momentum with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, I’ll do anything. Please let me come.”

His only reply was pulsing his full lips, creating suction over her clit that he knew would send her over the edge. He left her lying in a heap of post-orgasmic bliss.

He made his way towards the door to leave but not before he took the vase of black roses, along with the note and cufflinks. He would treasure the gifts she gave him today, just like he had every other gift she’d ever given him.

Not one note was left unfiled, every bouquet had a flower that had been dried out between the leaves of a book, and each gift was treasured more than the last. He had a trunk in his bedroom that locked. It was dedicated to his beloved esclave and contained every memory they had ever made together. He loved his slave and she loved him… on their terms.