“There’s a particularly long message from Dris Markham on your voicemail.”
Eagan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “And?” As though he had to ask. The rumor around Tinsel Town was that Dris was unhappy with working in an Eagan Morton production and wanted out. The overpaid, overly-hyped actor claimed that Eagan was all washed up and needed to get out of the movie and TV biz as soon as possible. At least, that’s what Eagan had heard from his manager.
“What did he say? I don’t have time to listen to his message right now.”
“He didn’t sound happy, although I’m not sure why.” She tucked her straight black hair behind her ears. “You’re the greatest person to be around and work for. I can’t imagine that anyone would want to—”
“Willow. Time, please.”
The young woman meant well. Sometimes Eagan had to reel her in on her tangents.
“Yes, right. He wants out of the movie Infinity. He said he didn’t like the director and the props are all breaking, so he’s questioning the production value.”
Eagan gritted his teeth, then relaxed his jaw enough to speak. “I guess I’ll just have to find another lead actor for the movie.”
Yeah, like it would be that easy and simple. He, personally, had called Dris’s agent to convince the blockbuster actor to take the part.
Moviegoers weren’t attracted to strong storylines any more. They wanted a name. Now, he would have to go back to square one. Eagan started back up the stairs again, his fists clenched.
“He also called you a B-movie producer,” Willow said.
That statement froze him in his tracks. “I’ll call him after I’m done downstairs.”
He wished he hadn’t gotten news like that before playing with Nina. His head throbbed each time he thought about Dris badmouthing him all over Hollywood. It was a good thing he lived in Virginia, across country from the hustle and bustle of the business. If he were there, he would confront Dris, which wouldn’t be a good thing. He didn’t need another lawsuit against him.
At the third floor level, Aspen stood dutifully by his bedroom door.
“Welcome home, Master Eagan.”
Like the others, he kissed her. He stepped through his bedroom door after she opened it. “I’m playing with someone tonight. I’m going to shower and change before I go back downstairs.”
“Yes, sir.” Also in the similar looking outfit as the other two young women, Aspen, in her early forties, was the oldest of the three women and had been with him for a little over three years. In her short, shag haircut and her lithe body, she could have passed for twenty-five.
He heard her start the shower in his bathroom. Then she emerged and stood next to his wingback chair until he sat down. Once seated, she crouched down at his feet and removed his shoes and socks, stowing them in their proper places after removal. Then, he stood. As trained, she took off his shirt first, then his pants. Clad in only silk boxers, he waited as she slipped off her whisper of a dress. Grabbing the elastic waistband of his shorts, she pulled them down.
Only after Eagan nodded in approval, did she stand by the door of his bathroom to wait for him. He loved seeing the contrast of the black leather chastity belt and collar against Aspen’s pale, white skin.
Ducking her hand under the streaming water, she tested the temperature then got into the stall. He loved that even after the bullshit of the day, his home still was his sanctuary. Things ran like clockwork there. Pretty soon though, with camera crews, a director, a host and twelve strange women, his home would quickly turn into a zoo.
Why the hell had he agreed to the show? Dris popped into his head and Eagan remembered. He had to get his name out there again. He had to be number one.
“Ready, sir?” Aspen asked.
He ducked under the large showerhead over their heads and allowed the horrors of the day to wash down the drain. He didn’t flinch when he felt Aspen’s hands on his back, rubbing a musky-smelling body wash over his skin. Her slender, yet strong, fingers and hands grazed over his shoulders and down his arms. As though on a mission, she quickly moved to the front of his body and washed his chest.
Eagan closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let the water pelt his face. The feeling, oddly enough, calmed him. It wasn’t until Aspen wrapped her fingers around his shaft that he snapped to attention.
Grabbing her wrist, he said, “No, not tonight. I’ll do that.”
She blinked and nodded without asking for further explanation. He just wasn’t in the mood to be touched so intimately. Not just yet. With Aspen, though, it wouldn’t have been sexual.
Eagan never had penetrative sex with his slaves. They gave him their loyalty and trust, and, in return, he gave them shelter and a purpose. They loved to serve and he more than enjoyed being attended.
Aspen lowered herself to the shower stall floor and washed his legs and feet. As she hunched over, he spied the bones of her spine going down her back. Her ribcage, evident through her skin, moved up and down with each of her breaths.
“How’s your diet, Aspen?” he asked, knowing full well how she would answer.
She paused for a moment, then continued cleaning his lower half. “It’s going well, sir. Thank you for asking.”
Eagan knew she was lying to him. He had given her a specific diet to help bulk her up in a healthy way. Actually, all her diet consisted of was what a normal diet should be: fruits, vegetable, grains, dairy, meat, fish.
A couple of months ago, he noticed a dramatic drop in Aspen’s weight. He’d addressed his concerns then, however, a month later he released Ophelia and he’d forgotten everything else around him. He had to get his head back into the game. Aspen, Apple, and Willow were his family. He had to take care of them.
“I’m asking because I can see your ribs. I can’t have you as a slave if you’re too sick to fulfill your duties.”
Aspen gazed up at him, occasionally blinking when water got into her eyes. “I’m fine. Really. I promise. I’ve just been working out more, trying to keep up my endurance. I swim and jog a lot.”
“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”
She nodded.
“I trust you and believe you. You know I don’t tolerate people around me who lie.” He watched her swallow hard and nod again. “Dry yourself off and wait outside, please.”
She kissed the top of his foot and the back of his hand before exiting the stall. Eagan wanted to believe she was telling him the truth. Reading her body language, he knew she was hiding something from him. He hoped his instincts were wrong.
Another five minutes in the shower alone let him clear his head. As he dressed in simple pajama bottoms and slipped on a pair of leather slides, he thought about what must be going through Nina’s head right about now. He’d left her alone in his dungeon for well over thirty minutes.
Eagan strolled to the second level and went through a back hallway to get to his special spot. Before going inside, he watched Nina through a two-way mirror. She sauntered around the room, running her fingers over his instruments. Reaching for the first whip he ever owned and used, she stopped. Nina stroked her fingers down the shaft of the handle as though she imagined stroking Eagan’s cock. When she attempted to pick it up, he decided to make his presence known.
“Were you bored waiting for me?” he asked as he strolled through the door.
Nina jumped back from the table. “No, sir. Never.”
He stalked her, circling her as she stood planted in one spot by his table. When he felt he should start, he stood in front of her, staring into her eyes. He caught a mixture of excitement and fear. They hadn’t played in over a year. Perhaps she thought he no longer had the skill or talent to send her body careening into that heightened pleasure spot that he’d sent her to time and time again.
Eagan glanced to his right, which prompted Nina to do the same. She gasped at what she saw.
“You remember the cross.” He ran his fingers over the whips and canes laid out on a table. “Get undressed
and face the cross.”
Without question, Nina disrobed, placing her clothes on a nearby chair.
“You’ve already forgotten where your clothes go?” Eagan placed his hand on the whip.
Her mouth twitched as she giggled. “It has been a long time.” She picked up her top and jeans. In haste, she went to the assigned wardrobe, where wooden hangers hung on a metal rod. She placed her clothes on the hangers, put her shoes and socks on the floor of the unit and then took off her bra and panties.
She whirled around and stared pointedly at Eagan, as though expecting a response. Her body hadn’t changed since the last time he’d seen it. Dark pink nipples capped her small breasts. Her tiny waist nearly matched in width her slender hips. He could tell she jogged daily. Sinewy muscles strapped her legs. He wondered if she kept her vagina shaved for herself, a new lover, or him, since he asked that of all of his submissives.
Instead of responding to her body, verbally or otherwise, he pointed to the cross and said, “Face it and spread your arms out.”
She blinked. Eagan placed his hand on the whip handle and glared at her. Nina scurried to the seven-foot tall wooden cross. In order to secure her, Eagan had to abandon his toys. He cuffed her wrists, then purposely placed her fingers on the clasp that held the cuffs in place.
“Do you remember how to work the panic release just in case?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I know you have a voice, Nina. Please respond to me verbally.” He went back to the table just as she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He lifted the whip and let the heft of it weigh his hand down.
Eagan swallowed as he stared at the toy. A toy. He’d used it time and time again. It wasn’t until the last time, when something was slightly off, that he put it to rest. He didn’t vow to not use it any more. He just needed time to get his head straight. His thumb rubbed up and down the length of the tightly-woven leather handle. His heart pounded so hard it sounded in his head. Sweat formed at the back of his neck despite only wearing silk pants.
“Master Eagan?” Nina tried turning around, but with her arms spread out and her hands above her head she had a difficult time turning but so far.
Eagan released a long breath and picked up a bamboo cane he had specially oiled and conditioned by a friend in New York. Using the cane would be just as special as the whip. At least, that’s what Eagan had convinced himself. Besides, the whip was his very first one, the one he trained with and used on many submissives. The next time he used it, it would be on someone special, perhaps the new submissive he would pick from his reality TV show.
Without delay, Eagan smoothed his fingertips over Nina’s back between her shoulders. As soon as he touched her, she writhed and mewled.
This was what Eagan had been seeking, the reaction. The sounds. The emotion. His stomach quivered. He remembered the noises and reactions Ophelia made whenever he touched her. The thought of it made his cock swell.
He brushed Nina’s hair to the side to expose her tender flesh. Then he tapped her feet to signal her to move them apart. Thank goodness Apple had the good sense to lay down plastic sheets under each cross-station.
Even before Eagan touched Nina with the cane, juices dripped from her naked pussy. He smelled her pungent sex, an aroma he wished he could bottle and sniff whenever he needed a little pick-me-up.
To warm up her skin, he took the two-foot long, sallow-colored cane and tapped lightly, if not rhythmically, over her upper back. He knew exactly where to hit and how to tap the cane against the body. Too low, it could hurt or irreparably damage the submissive’s internal organs. That’s not what BDSM was about for him, or any other Dom worth his weight.
With each tap, Eagan increased the pressure until Nina’s body writhed and her juices flowed. He alternated spots on her upper back, moving the stick a hair down or up to give her the full sensation. At the end of the first session, he rubbed his hand lightly over her now heated flesh.
“Oh God, Eagan!” she exclaimed.
“What?” He stopped caressing her.
“Master Eagan. Master Eagan. I’m sorry. It’s just.” She shook her head. “So damn good.”
“It hasn’t been that long since we’ve played. You know I don’t like when you curse.”
“Sorry, sir. What you’re doing pleases me. Does it please you?”
She should have stopped before asking about him. He didn’t answer her. He slid the cane down her body to her perky ass. He gave her one quick tap that caused her to yelp and jump. Then he resumed with a series of light taps on the fleshy part of her ass cheeks. He moved the cane to just below her ass then back up again.
As a Dom, he experienced each one of his toys personally. He wanted to know what the sensations felt like that he inflicted on his submissives. At this point, Nina’s back and ass had to have been hot and tingling. The way she tossed her head about, an orgasm was imminent.
Ordinarily, he would have told her to hold out on coming until he gave his command. Between the TV show that would either make or break his career status, and the call from Dris, and the call from his brother, he was feeling more than benevolent. Someone had to have a better day than him.
“I’ve missed this so much!” Nina leaned her head back.
Eagan increased the pressure of the hits while watching her reaction to make sure it wasn’t too much for her. He’d gotten her warmed up pretty well. It had been a long time since they’d had a session together. He didn’t want to push her too far.
Her back and ass cheeks were now a dark pink hue. She colored well and fast, something that did make Eagan happy. He switched his cane for a smaller, thinner one. With the tip of it, he brushed it between her two cheeks in a rapid motion, flicking it back and forth as it cut the air, making a swishing sound.
This time Nina screamed. She stomped her foot and arched her back to accept more of the caning.
“Easy. Take your time with it.” Eagan stopped the caning long enough to rub her hot skin with his hand.
Soothing the submissive during and after a session was always important. His mentor taught him that and it was a practice he’d carried on to this day. For Ophelia, the first session ended up with the two of them having hot sex in his dungeon.
After making Ophelia’s skin tingle with the tail end of his whip, she came immediately then begged to be fucked. She didn’t have to beg. Watching her golden brown skin turn pink and her body coiling and curving with each one of his hits, he wanted her as much as she had wanted him. It was against this very cross where they had fucked for the first time … and the last time now that he thought about it.
Eagan continued spanking Nina until she finally broke. She screamed using her full lung capacity, engaged the panic clips to get down from the cross, and would have nearly collapsed to the floor had he not been so close to catch her.
With one swoop, he netted her in his arm and eased her down to the floor. “Easy. Easy. It’s okay.”
Nina struggled to catch her breath as she pressed her head against his bare chest. She must have been ready for a session for a long time. He’d never seen her go into subspace so quickly and hard.
“Shh.” He stroked her hair as he rocked her in his arms back and forth. “You did really well, Nina. I’m so proud of you. You are—”
Before Eagan could finish his statement, Nina found the strength to turn in his arms and kiss him fully on his lips. Gratitude was one thing. However, the expectation of sex crossed the line.
Although he had played with Nina before, and some sessions were a lot more intense than this one, he’d never had sexual intercourse with her. And he wouldn’t be starting now. He wanted to get to know his next submissive before engaging in a sexual relationship.
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. “No!” he said sternly as he looked directly into her eyes. “I’ll send Apple in here to help you get cleaned up. If you need to spend the night, you may use the guesthouse. This session is over.”
; He stood.
“Wait! I know I fucked up, uh, made a mistake.”
Eagan didn’t turn around to see the desperation on her face that matched the tone in her voice.
“Please don’t leave me yet. I need you.” Her voice cracked at the end.
It wouldn’t take long for the tears to come. He didn’t want to be there to see or hear it. He fought against his better judgment when he decided to play with her, but he’d needed the release. Funny how now he felt tighter and more tense than ever.
He bounded down the stairs to Apple’s room. A curtain hung in the doorway to give her a bit of privacy. None of his slaves had doors to their rooms. His rule. He waltzed into her room where she lay in bed reading. As soon as she saw him, she set her book down and stood completely naked save the chastity belt, another rule he’d enacted.
“Nina needs some assistance upstairs.” He put his hands to his hips.
“Yes, Master Eagan. Will she be staying with us this evening?” Apple slipped on fuzzy red slippers and nothing else.
“I hope so. She hit subspace really hard.” Eagan noticed how a confused look covered Apple’s face. He could almost read her thoughts. “I couldn’t calm her down or do aftercare. She really needs to be alone with her thoughts. But I want you to help her tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
Before leaving the room, Eagan remembered another important aspect he had to share with Apple, Willow, and Aspen. They were a part of his home and an extended part of his family. He had to share the news of what would be happening to them in the next few months. How they would take it, he had no idea.
“Apple.”
She stopped in the doorway and returned her attention to him. “Yes, sir.”
“Gather the other slaves. There’s something important I need to share with you three.”
Chapter Three
The month had gone by in an uneventful way. After explaining about the show, Eagan’s slaves seemed to take the news in stride better than he had. Perhaps they recognized his need to have a submissive replace Ophelia. His demeanor had changed, and not for the better.
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