Maid For His Submission (14 page)

“You won’t think too much into what she says. Abigail is a blood sucking leech, and Richard would never touch her.” But Abigail’s words had done their damage, and Tosh bid Thomas goodnight with a heavy heart.

Ignoring Thomas’ sweet attempts to help, she made her way back to her room in hopes of having some privacy so she could cry in peace. Earlier Tosh had worried about Richard for missing their phone call, now she knew he had already found a replacement. If he had truly regretted not bringing her along, then he would have sent for her to deliver the envelope. She was no fool and refused to allow herself fooled by romantic dreams.

Climbing into bed, she watched her bedroom door until the light intruding from underneath went out. Thomas called out a “sweet dreams” before closing the door behind him. Alone in the dark, Tosh struggled to keep her breathing calm and her emotions under control, but every time she closed her eyes she could see that woman looking her up and down, scrutinizing her body, clothes, and looks. Tosh knew from the start that she was out of Richard’s league, but until tonight she was never ashamed of it, and now knowing that by morning that woman would be in New York with her Richard made it harder for her.

“Am I too late to say goodnight?” His voice echoed in the darkness and for one brief moment she thought the whole night had been some bad dream and Richard had come home to her, but then he spoke again. “I’m sorry I’m so late, but meetings and time change…you understand.”

No, she didn’t understand. For a man who prided himself with perfection, she would expect him to know what time he was supposed to call her, but then again as a former employee living in his guest bedroom, she felt she was also to blame for not knowing who she was in his life. She felt humiliated in her misassumption of who she was to him.

“Tosh, please answer me. The room is too dark, and I don’t like watching you with infrared cameras.”

“You have infrared cameras in my room?” She felt violated suddenly, but had he told her of this a week ago she would have understood the necessity of them.

“Of course. It’s a surveillance system.” His logical tone wasn’t very convincing and a little crack in his voice deceived him. He was upset about something, and she didn’t think it had anything to do with her turning her lights off.

Taking a few well-timed breaths in the dark, Tosh contemplated her choices in the moment. Thinking about how she would want tonight to affect tomorrow morning, she finally surrendered to the most reasonable choice and slid across the bed to flip on her bed side lamp. The room illuminated, and Tosh quickly wiped her eyes dry. Never a fan of how she looked after crying, Tosh tried to recover some dignity, but she knew whatever there was would crumble once the big “A”—she justified herself as referring to the redhead by “A” short for Abigail—gave him her opinion.

“That’s better.” She could hear the smile in his voice and it only made her struggle for composure all the more difficult. “Now, tell me why you didn’t wait up for me?”

He had asked the wrong thing, and Tosh bit her lip to keep her from losing her top. After waiting through her silence, he finally broke it.

“I missed you today.” It was a confession she had to question. If he had missed her so much, why not have her deliver the package in person?

“I’m sure you did,” Tosh mumbled, chewing on her lip and feeling foolish and juvenile in her hurt.

She was suffocating from his delays in their dying conversation and it only helped to increase her nervous energy. Questioning his knowledge of her upset, she pondered if this was the moment to confront him over the visitor tonight or if she would simply wait for him to return and end things between them with dignity. Her choice that night would be remembered later as the less wise of her choices.

“And did you make sure to pass it along?” His question wasn’t what she had expected. “I had thought it best to have Thomas bring it up to you for the pass off. I would prefer that no one involved in this…” His pause required a translation diary. Tosh figured if she ever did understand his chosen silence she would see that he spoke volumes. “I would prefer to keep the club a secret from all of my dealings here.”

Was she one of those things he wanted to keep secret?

“Never fear, I stayed out of sight and let Thomas pass it on to your…courier” She nearly choked on the given job title, and not prepared to handle his response to the mention of the serpent Abigail. So she decided to let this slip by and deal with the inevitable conversation when he returned.

This pause was the longest so far, and taking his time he finally replied to her with a gruff tone. “If you thought that was best, then thank you for handling it all.”

She had hoped for his appreciation, but now wished he hadn’t expressed any. Tosh had never fallen for the illusion that they lived together and protected herself from believing that this was her home as well, but at this moment, she had hoped he would have taken the step in correcting her practical side. Pulling a pillow into her lap, Tosh held onto it, hugging the billowing comfort and staged the perfect yawn to hide the pain that had been burning in her gut since the big “A” left. She wouldn’t leave him with the boring image of a jealous girlfriend when the "A" bomb landed in New York.

“I think we’re both tired.” His voice was suddenly warm. Tosh wished she had him here so she could look into his eyes and see the truth in his heart, but she was left with only the illusions of their relationship packed away in his cold apartment to keep her warm tonight.

“I must be nothing compared to how tired you are. It’s nearly two am there.” For hours, Tosh had tried to fight the knowledge that he had spent the better part of his night away, never giving her a thought, but now that it had been said out loud, she felt like her sides had been crushed by an iron grip. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up at the camera and did the one thing she had never expected herself to do, but her days here were counting down. “I’m sorry, Richard.” His name felt so foreign at this time, but she didn’t have the energy to act along with his games tonight. “But I’m just too tired to play tonight.”

His slow deep breaths beat down on her, ringing with his disappointment. Tosh didn’t need to hear a single word spoken, she could feel his meaning and the reality of what she was to him. Never sure of what to expect, she had risked denying him his demands for the night and with the big “A” there with him she took a chance of losing him.

Damn!

Nightmare-like images flashed in her mind of the possible scene on the other side of line. Fighting to hold her composure, Tosh could feel the veins on the side of her neck pulse.

Finally. His silence was broken.

“I’ve never thought of what you wear when you’re not in my bed.” Choking on a lump in her throat, Tosh could feel the build-up of the floodgates responding to his disappointment in her bedtime dress.

“I’ve never been a fan of the relaxed yoga look, but on you…” Another deadly silence. “…I could become a fan. However...” His tone grew dark. Her stomach flipped in a nervous roll. “I want you to rest easily tonight knowing that you’re comfortable.” His tone had suddenly changed, casting aside the tender lover who had warmed her insides, his caring voice only to be replaced by the hard step and strong fist of her Dominant Master, that even now in her saddened state left her dripping between the thighs. No matter how she fought it and how she tried to protect herself, Tosh knew that there was no way to avoid or deny what he was going to ask.

“What would you ask that I do for you?” she asked. Talking back was forbidden when they played, and she had never tested his limits. Despite the betrayal of her wet pussy, Tosh was not in the mood to perform for him tonight and would rather shout back at him to call his slut on the side to crawl naked on all fours for him and let her go to sleep. But Tosh was tormented with the painful gnawing in her gut for some sign from him that she wasn’t a fool to love. She needed to know he would rather be on the phone with her than to screw the big “A.”

“You’re a little fire ball tonight.” If she closed her eyes she could see him cocking one eyebrow at her. “If I were there I would probably think of a fitting punishment, but instead I think I’m going to be a bit more selfish tonight.”

Rolling her shoulders back, Tosh could feel her nipples grow hard against the Lycra fabric of her tank. Before her Master, she had never thought much about a man’s influence on her breasts or the physical transformation that his attention could bring on. It was possible that no man would ever excite her the way he did.

“Stand.” Was all he said, and she did as instructed, slowly swinging her legs off the side of the bed one at a time.

Knees trembling under her, Tosh stood there waiting for his next instruction.

“Lift your top over your head slowly.” His voice grew deeper with each word, and Tosh could hear the growing lust in him.

Crossing one arm over the other, she locked her breasts in the ‘V’ of her arms, lifting them up and giving him a little tasty offering. She knew this was what he wanted. Big “A” be damned if she offered him what she knew he wanted.

“Now for the leggings.”

Confused and hurt, Tosh paused, cradling her breasts in her arms. Richard was never one to pass on an opportunity to enjoy some boogie play. Another stabbing pain in her heart shot through her, reminding Tosh that he had his own plaything there and that this was probably just part of the inevitable farewell.

“Tosh?” He never wavered from the command in his voice.

Tosh could take a hint and didn’t bother to give him much of a show, bending straight legged, pulling her yoga pants down and kicking them aside. She hadn’t bothered with any underclothes earlier, knowing that she would be bed bound, and now stood there naked for his pleasure. Tosh silently prayed that her aural form was enough for this man and that by video he would be pleased with what he saw.

“Now climb into bed and turn off the light.”

He could have punched her in the stomach for the pain she had just felt. There was no play or reassuring praise. Instead, he wanted her under the covers with the lights out and out of sight.

Lifting the covers up, she quickly dove under them and switched off the bedside lamp. In the dark she trembled from humiliation and pain, hoping that the infrared wouldn’t pick up too many details for him to decipher.

“Pleasant dreams, my postulant.” Gentle and warm, he spoke her title like it was a sacred word or something to be honored.

Silence.

Before Richard, Tosh had always found sleeping in the buff outside her comfort zone, but there was something sensual and comforting knowing that she was there under his instruction. Some things in their relationship were either too exhausting to question or just out of bounce.

“Richard?” Breaking the silence, her voice felt magnified and intrusive.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Humor had returned to his voice, and she sighed a breath of relief.

“How is it you knew so much about me before we even met, yet I still know nothing about you?” Looking through the blackness of the room, she turned her head in the direction of the camera, wondering if he was watching her now.

“What do you want to know?” Still friendly in his delivery, Tosh could hear a twinge of restrain in his question.

Pushing the covers down to her waist, Tosh exposed her naked chest to the cold blackness of the room and never felt exposed. There was a security and safety in being lost in a dark room that didn’t flee even with the knowledge of the infrared cameras. Listening to the luring sound of his breath coming from the high tech and well hidden speakers, Tosh closed her eyes and imagined him sitting at his desk, and in her mind he was calm and cool with his tie discarded and the top three buttons of his starched white shirt undone. Kicked to the side, his over-priced Italian shoes were left abandoned and his toes wiggled in the thin cotton of his black and gray striped socks. Shaking her head, she replaced his stuffy black and gray with a more adventurous black with pink mustaches.

Giggles rumbled in the back of her throat, and Tosh had to bite her lower lip to contain herself.

“Tell me about your parents,” she bravely asked. “Why haven’t you introduced me to them, and why don’t I see a single photo of them up in your home?”

“Some things are best forgotten.” His answer was an enigma.

“I’m sorry if I over stepped…” Stung by the pain in his voice, she frantically tried to think of some way to back track, but her mouth wasn’t big enough to fit her foot and her words in there.

“Sorry isn’t needed.” He sounded almost normal. “My father passed away almost two months ago, and I’m finally putting his estate to rest. Perhaps I should have explained to you more about this trip, but I didn’t want to burden you with the trivial part to my father’s life.”

“Trivial.” His choice of words confused and pained her. The polished and confident master of sex she had known for the last few weeks was peeling back his shielded layers and for the first time, Tosh was beginning to understand what made Richard tick.

“Was your father sick?” It was the most obvious question, but she sincerely wanted to know in the hope she could help him.

“I can't tell you when he was first diagnosed, but I remember the day his secretary faxed me the same information that his doctor had called to tell me. Needless to say we didn’t speak much before the end came. That day changed everything for me, and I’m determined not to regret anything from that day.”