by Christy Poff
"Come to me, slave,” she commanded. Sheridan did, Stasia kissing her. “Sleep, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
* * * *
Stasia woke Sheridan later.
"I must leave you, Sheridan."
"Please, stay, Mistress. Let me..."
"Shh, I'll be back. My slave is too good to ignore."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Stasia massaged her breast, taking her nipple ring and tugging on it gently. Sheridan moaned, pulling Stasia closer.
"Sheridan, we will always meet here—at least, for now. I don't want our relationship to complicate your practice."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I will send some things over to you. You may open the box and put the items away but you may not experiment with them."
"Yes, Mistress."
Stasia's hand slipped to the side of her face. Gazing at her slave, she lowered her mouth to cover Sheridan's deeply kissing her.
"Go back to sleep, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
* * * *
Ross got Stasia's message. He called her private line, leaving a message. Memories of Stasia aroused his cock, though Sheridan's image overpowered him.
It had been several days since he'd started to get his body back in shape, vowing he would not go back to Sheridan a broken man. Since then, he had Warren drive him up to where he'd been attacked.
"We found you down there,” Warren said, pointing to the spot.
Ross winced, seeing the bloodied rock where he'd hit his head. Even the severe thunderstorms drenching the area couldn't cleanse the blood from it.
"Where did you find the bear?"
"Fifty yards north of here. You got off a clean shot to the head. He bled out."
"How big?” Ross asked, trying to remember.
"One of the larger males. We figured he went rogue."
"Shit!"
Warren took him back to the stables.
"Smoke hasn't been the same since that day. Since he escaped the bear when it attacked you, he's been real skittish."
Ross went to see Smoke, Warren leaving him alone with his favorite mount.
"Come here, boy,” he coached, holding a handful of oats.
Slowly, the horse approached him unsure of the man standing in his stall. As soon as Ross stroked his neck, Smoke calmed. Ross talked to him, reassuring the animal.
"It'll be a while before we ride, old friend, but I'm working on it. I miss our rides..."
The horse threw his head back as if agreeing with him. Ross led him out to the pasture, kicking him loose to graze. One down, one to go...
He walked in the back door of the house, standing in the kitchen. Putting the cane to the side, he went to the refrigerator, getting out a Budweiser. Leaning against the counter, he enjoyed the cold beer. Suddenly, he froze, the vision of Sheridan lying on the counter decorated in whipped cream ... He closed his eyes, opening them to see her vision gone.
Ross finished his beer, then headed for the opposite wing and Master R's office. He had to look at the tapes, needing to see his slave in action, needing to commit every moment of their time together at the ranch to memory. He needed something to work for—Sheridan Greenlaw his goal.
"I will bring you back here and spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he shouted. Whatever it is...
He sat at the console overlooking the monitors. Noticing a tape in the machine already, he rewound it, then watched the ménage with Alvaro and Garth. His cock swelled seeing Sheridan's fantasy of two men fucking her at the same time fulfilled. He rued not being one of them but it had been his decision. He continued screening the tape then stopped it, rewinding the tape a little bit.
Ross’ jealousy surfaced when he learned Sheridan had never been fucked anally—virgin ass they stated. I should have ... Damn it to bloody hell!
"Why didn't I...” he began to mutter until he saw Yelena and Ericka with Sheridan in the pool house. He recognized the master's voice as Garth's, his anger intensifying. Yes, I approved the ménage but not the actions in the pool house, or Garth's impersonations.
He reached for the in-house phone, stopping again when he saw footage from the camera in Sheridan's suite. He watched Yelena pack Sheridan's things, then leave a note with her clothes. His hands clenched, especially watching Sheridan's pleas for answers.
"Yelena!"
Chapter 8
Ross’ scream echoed through the entire mansion. Erika jumped, looking at Yelena. Alvaro and Garth joined them, concerned.
"Yelena, what's wrong with him?” Erika asked.
"He's been pushing too hard,” Yelena stated.
"That's rage, love, not pain. What did you do?"
"I'm trying to get him to ease up. He's..."
"Yelena!"
Her name rumbled through the house once again.
"You'd better go, love,” Alvaro urged. He and Garth left them, not wanting to be anywhere around her when the shit hit the fan. “Good luck, Mistress."
Erika got up, joining them.
"Can you give me some advice?” she asked, disappearing with them and leaving Yelena alone to face Master Ross’ wrath.
"Yelena!"
She trembled, slowly walking out of the room. She had no choice—her master had summoned her.
* * * *
Seamus Melvin missed both Stasia's arrival and departure; sure his target had no plans for the evening. As sexy as she appeared, she led an extremely boring and predictable life.
He left Sun Valley to head north of the border to a small Canadian town where a mutual friend of a friend had prepared a special surprise for Doctor Greenlaw. By the time everything played out, the authorities wouldn't have enough of her left to piece together—nitro and C-4 always working well for his plans. After all, the Irish suspected him of blasting a church to kingdom come but the explosion happened fast and furious while burning hot enough to totally destroy any and all evidence.
In a few days, his revenge would be complete and he would head north once more—this time for a little bit of plastic surgery. He laughed.
What better place to hide than right under Scotland Yard's nose?
* * * *
Sheridan looked out over the peaceful lake, the serenity giving her some peace of mind. The unexpected visit from Mistress Stasia had filled the void in her life left by Master Ross’ dismissal. She had yet to learn why and, after a month's time, she couldn't be sure if she even cared. Who the hell am I kidding? Of course, I care. I love the bastard.
Mistress Stasia would take care of her needs and she appreciated her new mistress’ discretion, although she had no clue what to do about her practice. In the last few weeks, she'd learned a great deal about herself but felt she hadn't even begun to scratch the surface. Would she have to keep up her pursuit in order to find the answers, or should she close it for a while and let Stasia make her life easier? She had enough money to do so without a problem and the idea seemed to be the right thing to do until she rid herself of her confusion.
Stasia brought her back to life, arousing her but not like Ross had. With Stasia, Sheridan didn't feel the heat she felt with him—the heat she needed. Little things, like tracing his handwriting sent heat coursing through her. Only he could ignite a fire in her to rival any fully-involved blaze. No matter what—she belonged to her master and she knew if he commanded her to return to him, she would. She hoped if the day came, Stasia would understand.
She looked at the box Stasia sent over. Sitting on the floor near her night table, it called to her. Opening it, she gasped—handcuffs, vibrators, floggers all stared back at her. Her body craved them, the flogger especially calling to her. Mistress Stasia's punishment their first night together had been pure ecstasy. She put everything in a drawer she'd cleaned out, remembering the sweet toy Master Ross introduced her to.
Mistress said 'don't play with her toys' but never said a word about Ross'. She went to the suitcase she'd returned home with but never unpacked, opened
it and searched it. The one thing he'd given her had not been packed. Damn him! How could he...
Sheridan found the note, rereading it. She ran her fingertips over the writing feeling absolutely nothing. Taking a closer look, it appeared to be someone else's—a female, maybe. Quickly, she went to her desk and pulled out a note he'd written her before she ever went to Coeur d'Alene. She felt the heat, realizing something was terribly wrong.
One question bothered her. Why had he not emailed her or tried to contact her? What if he had Yelena do his dirty work for him? What if ... What if...
Sheridan knew he had been released from the hospital because her call the day before proved useless. The receptionist said they had no patient registered under his name, even though Sheridan used her title to try to dig deeper.
If he had returned home, why no contact from the man who'd treated her like a woman? Special, not a whore or a client. She sensed their relationship had changed but ... What the hell had happened?
* * * *
"Yes, Master?"
"Yelena, disrobe, on your knees, hands behind you..."
"Master?"
"Present yourself, slave."
"I don't understand."
"I want you naked, on your knees with your hands behind you—a simple concept."
"But, Master..."
"Do I have to punish you more than I intend to?"
"No ... No ... I won't. I've done my best to care for you and you..."
Ross went to her, ripping her robe from her and forcing her to her knees.
"Master, you don't know what you're doing."
"Oh, I do. I finally do. You are going to answer my questions honestly, or I will punish you, Slave Yelena."
"Stop calling me that."
"Why? What have you done to deserve a better title?"
"I've taken care of you, Master R, the others..."
"And you sent Sheridan away,” he stated flatly.
"No."
"I saw the tapes, Yelena."
Yelena turned white realizing the huge error she'd made. She'd meant to get rid of everything from the ménage on but had forgotten. She never expected Ross to come to this room so soon after his return home. The way he'd been concentrating on therapy while not availing himself of his staff's talents gave her a different idea about certain aspects of his life. She'd been lax in her judgment, suffering for it now.
"Well, Yelena, why did you send her away?"
"I didn't, I swear! I had nothing to do with...” She tried to deny.
"You packed her things, then left her a note—one I figure was supposed to be from me—and she left the ranch. How can you tell me you had nothing to do with her leaving here?"
Ross opened the desk drawer, pulling out a leather flogger—one usually used on their male clients or for his punishment when he so desired. He saw her eyes widen when he whacked it against his leg. Ross stood beside her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back in order to make her look at him.
"Stop lying, Yelena! I expect better from you."
"She's no good for you,” she blurted out. “She tore your heart out because she couldn't handle a fantasy she asked for. Ross, she...” Yelena screamed when he tightened his grip on her, then yanked her up to stand next to him.
"Where do you get off deciding who is right for me and who isn't?"
"I love you, Ross."
"Your love is sick and you've betrayed me—how many times, I haven't a clue. You sent away the only woman who makes me whole."
"I can..."
"No, you can't. You've overstepped this time and you disgust me."
"She's gone, I'm here. She hasn't contacted you, meaning she doesn't care about what happened to you."
"I suspect you never told her. I sent word for you to bring her to me in the hospital and you disobeyed me. How many other times have you..."
"Ross, you don't know what you're saying.” She gasped. Never had his rage been directed at her—or anyone, for that matter—like now. She trembled, praying she could say or do something to please him.
"Unfortunately, I do know exactly what I'm saying,” he said, dragging her to a chair. He sat down, forcing her to lie across his lap. Yelena struggled trying to get away from his anger but his hand held her firmly in place.
Ross punished her with his flogger. She begged him to stop, swearing she'd make things right. When he finished, she moved away from him, tears in her eyes.
"I want you out of this house by midnight. You will never return here and, if you hurt me or Sheridan in any way, I will finish what I started today."
"Ross, I have nowhere to go."
"Find somewhere,” he ordered, walking to the console to pick up the in-house phone to call Garth.
"I want the three of you to go fuck around in the pool house,” the only words he said, Yelena catching his exact meaning. She faced being ostracized, unable to talk with her only friends before her banishment from the Spread R Bar Ranch.
"Ross, please..."
"Get out and never come back here—out of state is preferable."
"But..."
"Get out!” he roared. “I thought you were different but your deceit is just as painful as the beating I took in Nebraska, or falling off the cliff weeks ago. I can't accept your betrayal."
"Master, I'm sorry."
"I'm not your master anymore. Now, get out..."
Yelena ran from the room. Ross went to the console watching her every move. He called Warren, asking him to make sure she left the estate but not with the car she usually drove. God, I hate this...
Now, hopefully, Sheridan would listen to him and forgive him.
* * * *
Yelena hurried back to her room and quickly packed what she could. Fortunately, she didn't have many possessions to worry about, though she made sure she grabbed her toys.
She dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, grabbed a jacket and her suitcase, then left but not before glaring at the camera, knowing Ross watched her every move.
"When your damned doctor no longer pleases you, don't come to me. You two are meant for each other."
She stormed from the room, slamming every door, including the heavy oak front door to the mansion.
"Warren, what the hell..."
"I'm to take you to the airport or bus station."
"I'll drive, thank you."
"I'm sorry but your car is registered to the ranch. If you take it, he'll have you arrested for grand theft-auto."
"The bastard! He's out of his mind."
"No, Yelena, he's actually quite sane."
* * * *
Satisfied Yelena had gone, Ross went to the pool house where Garth, Alvaro and Erika obeyed his command to fuck each other. So engrossed in their play, they never heard him enter the pool house or noticed him sitting down to watch them.
Ross enjoyed watching them, especially when Garth and Alvaro filled Erika's ass and pussy at the same instant. Thoughts of them doing Sheridan came to him, his cock begging for release.
"Ross, we didn't know you were here."
"Master,” Erika said, moving to try to present herself to him. He waved it off, Erika relaxing. With two cocks inside her, he knew she wouldn't be capable of immediate presentation as his orders dictated, the thought behind her desires meaning more to him.
"Can we pleasure our Dominant?” Alvaro asked.
"In many ways but first I need to talk with you and get some answers. While I speak with Garth, I want Alvaro to fuck sweet Erika's pussy hard while Garth remains engorged in her sweet ass but not doing anything but talking with me."
"Yes, Master,” they chorused as Garth sat back giving Alvaro more room. Ross watched a few moments and when Alvaro neared release, he turned to Garth.
"Who told you to impersonate me or Master R while Yelena and Erika took Sheridan in the female threesome?"
"Yelena, my Lord."
"What else did Yelena do?"
"From the moment she found out you were in the hospital, she changed.
"
"How?"
"She took on the role of head Dominant, for lack of a better term."
"Whose idea was it to send Sheridan away?"
Erika's cry when Alvaro came interrupted their conversation, both men enjoying the other's pleasure.
"Yelena—she became erratic about the doctor."
"Did all of you agree with her?"
"I can't speak for the others but I wanted her to stay. I love her, Master, and she made you happy."
Ross watched Alvaro and Erika as the last remnants of his release ran through her body.
"Alvaro, you relax while Garth fucks Erika's ass."
The two masters repositioned themselves for ease, Erika on an erotic high.
Garth began slow and deliberate then, as with Alvaro's release, Ross asked Alvaro similar questions. Garth squeezed Erika's breasts, pulling her against him. She cried out as Garth filled her ass, Ross watching free emotion overwhelming the couple.
"Alvaro, one last question,” Ross said as he finished his interview with the other master.
"Master?"
"Did you want Sheridan to leave?"
"No, sir. I saw what she did for you and I felt she would have been perfection for your recovery."
"Thank you. Gentlemen, you may leave us."
Ross watched them—one with long blonde styled hair and moustache, the other Tex-Mex with long beautiful locks falling well below his waist. It came as a huge relief knowing they would remain at the ranch.
Erika remained. She moved to get off the bed but he stopped her.
"What do you think of Sheridan?"
"I love her. She's wonderfully sexual and..."
"Did you want her to leave?"
"No, in fact, I begged Yelena to let her remain. I asked her on several occasions to tell Slave Sheridan about your accident but she flat-out refused."
"Did you know what Yelena did in order to send Sheridan away?"
"No, I didn't want to see her go. She's very special and I know she loves you."
"How do you know this?"
"Her body talks a great deal. One mention of your name and her body reacts, craving yours. I can tell you feel the same way."