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He lunged towards Micah. The muffled grunt was barely heard as the tears streamed down his cheeks when Leland’s fist connected with his ribs, driving all the breath out of him. Even gasping while trying to bring in oxygen to his tortured lungs, he was able to deflect the woman’s attempt to collar him.
     
    “Again, Leland.” A second hard blow landed on his aching ribs. Her frustration and anger at his evasion showed. Another thing his Mistress Olivia had never done. No matter how frustrated she’d gotten with him, Olivia had never hit him or ordered another to while she was angry.
     
    “Another,” she commanded. “We’ll do this ‘til you quit fighting, my boy. Why don’t you just save yourself some pain and accept it?”
     
    “Fuck you, bitch.” He wheezed, wrapping his arms around his waist and curling up into a ball to avoid the blows, praying someone would come to save him.
     

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    Chapter Three
     
    Leland shifted uncomfortably against the warm leather seat inside his luxury car as he watched a petite brunette followed by a hulking man exit a cab in front of the emergency doors of the Tulane Hospital. They paused as the woman’s phone rang. It’d been less than thirty minutes since they’d slipped out unseen, courtesy of the nifty gizmo. It hadn’t taken much to get inside the security room of the hospital. Most of the guys on the security team knew him as a dim witted technician for his dad’s security company. He used their perception along with his size and feigned clumsiness as a disguise in the past to plant bugs on the video feed for blackmailing purposes. It hadn’t been difficult to use it this time to mask the motion of him passing the low pulse device he’d made over the mainframe. Not to mention Dad will love me when the hospital calls the company to have a new computer brought out. Just think of the money he’s gonna make from my little stunt this time.
     
    But now that the thrill of roughing up the pretty little black man and getting away with it was done, he wanted nothing more than to take his Mistress back to her place and pound her pussy into the bed while she raked him raw with her nails. He didn’t want to be on stakeout duty at the hospital when there were more pleasurable pursuits to be had. Shifting to take the pressure off his abused ass, a gift from his mistress when she realized he’d dropped Micah off at the hospital in a heap, he sighed heavily.
     
    “Quit wiggling around, Leland. Your ass doesn’t hurt that much.” She didn’t even bother to look up from the nail she was shaping with a silver emery file. He still remembered her fury when the other man had broken it during the struggle to put the collar on him. No one breaks Mistress’s nails and doesn’t live to regret it. She’d gone ballistic on the man, nearly choking him with the very collar she’d been trying to put on him. If it hadn’t been for the guy accidently kicking the call light and thereby summoning a nurse, he was sure she’d have killed the man.
     
    “They’ve arrived, Mistress. Can we go back to the house now?”
     
    A sharp slap to the back of his head made him wince as she leaned over the seat to stare out the window. “That’s her – the skank who thinks she’s going to claim him? Look at her. She’s an old broad.”
     
    Leland was looking, and holding his tongue. There was no way in hell he’d tell his Mistress how hot the woman looked, old or not. It was all in the way she carried herself. The sensual walk as she paced back and forth in front of the door made his dick hard. He could easily imagine her pacing around his bound body with a crop slapping the outside of her leather thigh-high boots. It was a sound that drove him insane with lust.
     
    He grunted in sudden pain as the cruel crushing grip of his Mistress’s palm wrapped around his cock and balls. “Fantasizing again, Leland?” Her hiss in his ear sent spikes of desire to his trapped