Finding their way

As she woke up she froze as she felt fingers trailing gently up and down her delicate spine. They stopped suddenly and she peeked her eyes open. There he was smiling down at her.

“Thought you could pretend you were still asleep, huh, my pet? Now that naughty behaviour needs punished. Hmmmm go fetch us both breakfast and that will be that” he smirked.

She hopped up grabbing her nightdress, before she could get it on however, he snatched it from her hands. “No, you shall go as you are and be grateful no other punishments are occurring.” He said sternly.

She gulped knowing that all of the blinds in the mansion were open. She quickly gathered her courage and speedily began walking to the kitchen. She started to gather together the ingredients for french toast when she saw a flash. Someone had just taken a photograph of her.

“Master, Master. Someone’s just taken a photograph of me from out there”’ she frantically yelled. She heard running, the back door opening, and two grunts. She then saw her Master dragging in someone through the back door by their hair.

It caused a flashback to the previous night when he held her hair like that. But she was shaken back to reality which the man in front of her being shoved to his knees.

“Here he is, my sweet, and here is his camera,” he rasped as he slammed down a fancy high end camera “what shall we do with him?” He questioned as he threw her, her dressing gown. As she wrapped it around her she pondered the fate of the man at her feet.

“Let him go but without the camera and before he goes he has to give us the name of who hired him.” She stated calmly. He nodded and grabbed the photographer making him stand, before aiming his knee at the mans nether regions and moving his knee forward with some force. The man crumpled with a groan.

“Who sent you?” He exclaimed loudly slamming his fist down on the countertop. “ who hired you” he demanded. Silence was only met with more silence. She bent down gracefully.

“We have ways of getting you to talk so if I was you I would spare myself the suffering and talk. One last chance” as she forced him to look her in the eye. His chin quivered for a moment, before he unwillingly answered.

“Mr Hansen, his business partner, paid one thousand dollars for proof of your lifestyle. Check my pocket, there’s a dictaphone with a long range microphone. It picked you up in the bedroom hence why I knew to be waiting for you outside the kitchen to take photos. He wants to get you off the board, and take over as sole CEO. I’m so sorry Mr and Mrs…..” he got cut off with a slap to the face by her angry Master. He went to the photographers pocket and sure enough, there was the dictaphone and microphone.

“You get to keep the one thousand dollars if you swear on your life you will never return, and also you will tell Mr Hansen a message. That you were caught in the act b our security system and guards and didn’t get ny evidence anyways.” He sternly warned him. The photographer eagerly nodded.

“You’ve been given a gift, now don’t squander it” she warned gently. She helped the man to his feet, and showed him the door. Closing the door once she saw he had made it to his van, she turned as she felt hot quick breaths on the nape of her neck. He was right behind her.

“Thank you for protecting me Master” she said softly, as she reached up to kiss his cheek. He pushed her back down by her shoulders.

“It was no problem” he whispered as he planted kisses on his pets shoulders and around her neck. His hands groped around her body, untying her dressing gown dropping it to the floor.

Once again she was naked in the hands of her master. “Never mind making breakfast, I’m sure you will be delicious enough.” She shivered once again as his teeth bit into her shoulder, rendering silent screams from her.