The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) (6 page)

Master William

The next morning, as the sunlight filtered through his window, he stroked her hair as he whispered in her ear. He held her closely spooned with his body, his thick cock pressed against her moist opening. He drove it into her depths and continued speaking.

“You are to tell him today or he’s leaving. I told you, Diamond. I found your Achilles heel and I will use it against you both.” His hand made its way to her clit, “You better not fuck him; I’ll destroy him.” His voice was cold and cruel and he made certain that she knew, by his unwavering tone, that he meant every word he said. She knew very well, from years of being with him, he wasn’t one to idly throw around threats. He’d taught her, during her years of training, that when he said something, he always followed through with it.

He wouldn’t just destroy the boy; he would do it slowly and sadistically. To make it worse, he would make her watch in agony as he did it, relishing in the pain he caused them both. She had to know that her pet was no match for her Master. Master William was as sadistic emotionally as he was physically. He could, and would, be downright brutal when it came to the slave he loved.

He watched as her breathing became heavy and he felt her core clench with need. “Fuck me, Master. Hurt me with that oversized cock of yours.”

He tossed her swiftly onto her back and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. “You fucking needy bitch!” He pounded into her ruthlessly until she had to be feeling like he would rip out her insides.

“Fucking hurt me, you sadistic bastard. I hate you, I fucking love you, and, damn you, I fucking need you.”

“You needy little bitch, don’t ever forget that you’re
my
needy bitch and everything you get, you’ll get from me and me alone. Tell him. Tell him today, slave, or his ass is out of here.” He pounded into her tender flesh, not only unloading his frustration, but branding her with his mark of ownership as well.

Agent Turner

Agent Turner was doing all he could to hide his frustration with having to deal with this kid, Toby. His Mistress had taken him under her wing and now it was cutting into his schedule. He always got irritated when his schedule was interrupted. There were other things he would rather be doing than going to pack up this kid’s apartment. The chore of doing that, along with having to drive to Bowling Green to deliver his belongings, would take up the better half of the day.

“Are you jealous, David, or are you aggravated about your schedule being interrupted?”

“Both,” his tone came out cold and clipped.

“This is going to be the last time I’ll have to deal with the boy. I’m certain Mistress Diamond has her hands quite full dealing with Master William, even more so than with training Toby.” Rene answered.

David chuckled thinking about how Master William would probably loathe the kid due to how possessive he was towards Mistress Diamond. He knew enough about sub traits to know that Toby would bond with Mistress Diamond for the simple fact that she’s his first and your first of anything is something that stays with you for life. You always remember your first.

“Park here,” she pointed. “I already have his keys. I got them from him the day we dropped him off at The Mansion and this will make it quicker to load up the car.”

Agent Turner resisted the urge to slam the car into park as an outward show of his aggravation. They exited the car and bound up the steps, ready to hurry up and be finished with packing and moving the boy.

David watched Rene jiggle the keys in the makeshift lock that looked like it wouldn’t provide very much protection if a criminal wanted in badly enough. She reached down and grabbed a manila envelope that was laying on the floor in the entrance as they walked into Toby’s small apartment. Agent Turner tutted in her direction and reached into his pocket to grab one of the latex gloves he always kept handy.

“You know better than that, Agent,” he reprimanded her. “This isn’t mail, Rene. This was pushed under the door.” He carefully opened the envelope to reveal a disk. A small TV with a built-in DVD player provided them with a way to watch the homemade movie.

They stared intently at the screen as snow and static suddenly morphed into a masked man with a very sinister voice. As he began to speak to the camera, Agent Turner was certain the man had set it up on a tripod.

“I blame you for taking my innocent Toby away from me. He is gone because of you.” The man’s voice went from a sinister but calm tone to a full-blown, enraged scream. “These whores on the streets defile society with their acts of depravity. They sell their bodies to the highest bidder.”

Agent Turner and Rene jumped when the man flicked the business card he had found and began addressing them directly. “Do you think you can protect him from me, Agents? You couldn’t protect Allyn. What makes you think you can protect Toby?”

The agents watched, horrified, as the man began to blame Allyn for corrupting Toby. “I know he brought that boy out on the streets to turn tricks. He informed me that he was his best friend and that he was
helping
him. Of course, it was necessary to subject him to hours of torture in order to retrieve the information I desired. Losing fingernails has a way of making even the most determined person give up information.

“I have to admit that is my favorite part of the job—torture. I’m a sadist, of sorts. There is nothing I enjoy more than a good interrogation session with an unwilling victim. I find it to be a very enjoyable experience, especially when the party being tortured starts out all tight lipped and determined to withhold the information I seek. By the time I’m finished, they’re screaming out details they swore they would never release.”

His rant then began to focus on the agents. “I don’t think that by hiding Toby, you’re helping him. I’ve clearly shown you what I will do to anyone who gets in my way. Your badges cannot protect you. Let’s just say this… I know much more about you than you do about me.” The man stood and turned the camera off. The screen went back to the snowy background the agents first viewed.

“How in the world can someone justify such hate? This man will continue to go after anyone who shows any interest in Toby. That puts not only Mistress Diamond at risk, but also everyone else at The Mansion. We’re going to have to warn them. We saved that boy’s life when we sent him there.”

“No,
you
saved his life, Mistress.” David found himself feeling ashamed of how he felt earlier about helping the boy. He also found himself being grateful that he hadn’t argued too much with his Mistress’ decision to send the young man to The Mansion.

He noted her voice was filled with ironclad determination as she made her next statement. “This just turned into our investigation. There is no way in hell I’m letting a vanilla deal with this case. They don’t know the ins and outs of BDSM and relevant clues will get past them. It will take you and me to break this case. There is no doubt that this man will commit more crimes to provide us with the three it takes to legitimate the serial killer label. It’s not a matter of if he’ll strike again, just when. I’m pursuing this like I would pursue any serial killer case.”

“
We
will pursue this, not
you,
Rene. I’m in complete agreement with you. I believe this isn’t the first time this man has killed. I think he has already reached serial killer status. I’m certain there have already been three kills, enough to classify him as a serial killer. We need to look for past cases with the same M.O. and we need to go and see the coroner to get a closer look at that body. Details on the torture he used will give us an idea of what kind of monster we are dealing with.”

He chuckled as he made his next statement. “You still work for me, girl. I’ll be heading up this, and any other, investigation you work.”

“Yeah, that may be true but the only place you will ever dominate me is at work.”

They grabbed the DVD from the player along with Toby’s few belongings. They wouldn’t show the horrendous taping to anyone else but they would need it for evidence.

“I want to wait to take his things to him, Rene. It will give us a chance to look through them and see if we can find any clues to this case.”

“I agree. This isn’t something we were expecting.”

Toby

Toby’s senses went on high alert as soon as he heard the sound of his Mistress’ heels heading in his direction. He sat on his bed, nervously wondering if he should get down and kneel on the floor or stay where he was. He was still debating what to do when she entered the room. He was shocked to see her dressed in professional business attire, looking like she was heading to work for the day.

He noted that, once again, her hair was in a high ponytail, with blunt bangs accentuating her cat eyes rather than hiding them, and wondered what her hair would look like if she wore it down. Her make-up was the same as he had seen it before—Cleopatra black eyeliner with blood red lipstick. She wore a straight, black, pencil skirt with a high slit up one thigh and paired it with a ruffled, white, satin blouse unbuttoned enough to show her perfect breasts pushed up in a black bra. For shoes, she chose black, stiletto heels rather than the thigh-high boots he saw her wearing during his training.

She sat in the chair and just eyed him, saying nothing. He scrambled from the bed and knelt beside her. She was gentle with him as she pulled his head over and laid it to rest on her lap.

“I have some things I need to discuss with you.”

Toby could feel his heart beginning to race. What if she didn’t want him anymore?

“Don’t worry, pet. I have no intentions of getting rid of you.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and listened as she continued. He didn’t know how it was possible that she always seemed to be able to read his mind; he was just glad that she did.

“Being a sub doesn’t mean you don’t have choices, Toby. It actually means you hold all the power in the relationship. At any time, you can request a different Mistress, one more suited to your needs.”

“But I don’t want a different Mistress,” he blurted out.

“Silence! Stay quiet until I finish.”

He made sure she felt his head nod in obedience and then he listened as she continued. “I am a Mistress, but I’m also a slave. I’m Master William’s slave.”

Suddenly, it all made sense to Toby. She lifted his chin with one of her French manicured nails and looked him in the eye. “Still want me for your Mistress?”

One single tear ran down his cheek as he nodded in acceptance. When he looked into her eyes, she looked as if she could feel the tug of her heartstrings towards him. He was a young man whose life she held in her hands and he had gladly given it to her.

“I’m not going to lie to you. I come with baggage. Disconnecting from my Master is not an option. The bond is just too deep. He has owned me since I was eighteen and he will own me until the day I die. You have the option of being trained by another…”

Toby frantically shook his head in denial.

She wiped the tear from his face and spoke, “You’ve chosen a hard thing, slave.” She breathed in deeply, as if releasing the tension she felt for him. He instinctively knew that this had been a hard conversation for her to initiate. He wondered if she’d been concerned that he would ask for another Mistress after she revealed her relationship with Master William. In the end, though Toby was glad she had given him a choice in the matter, he didn’t want a different Mistress.

“There’s always your safeword…”

With that, she stood and walked out of the room. He listened as the sound of her heels became more distant and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she had chosen to keep him. If having Mistress meant dealing with Master William, then that’s what he’d have to do. He pushed away thoughts of hating the man. He had come here of his own volition and it wasn’t fair to expect that Mistress wouldn’t have had a life and obligations before she met him. Of course she had a life! There was the other option she presented; he could ask for a different Mistress but, for some inexplicable reason, Toby already felt a bond with Mistress Diamond. If keeping her as his Mistress meant accepting the accompanying baggage of a sadistic Master, then he would just have to grin and bear it. He couldn’t tolerate the thought of being without her. The only question now was, how much hell was Master William going to subject him to just to prove his ownership of Mistress Diamond? From what Toby had already seen, it’s pretty clear the Doms and Masters stop at nothing, publically staking their claims to leave no doubts as to whom their slaves belong. Toby could only hope he wouldn’t be subjected to an unnecessary amount of sadism from Master William. From what he had already witnessed of the man’s demeanor, he highly doubted that he would show any mercy when it came to Toby being so enamored with Mistress Diamond.