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began flowing.
    “Oh , you make me feel so good; I’ve never, I’ve never; ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh, soooooooo fucking good.” She was crying out to me.
    “Cum for me baby,” I commanded as I plunged in and out of her. Her contorted face told me all that I needed to know.
    Man , she was so tight, like a vice gripped velvet glove—and she was mine…
     
     
     
     
                                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    Ophelia
    I sat on my bed with my laptop trying to write an article for the magazine that had hired me.
    How in the hell was I supposed to write an article on, ‘The training of a slave;’ when I was the ‘slave’ that was being trained?
    Not the same way that these women were being trained ; to be sold off to some Master. Was this even legal—I mean seriously?
    Maybe that was the reason for the whole cloak and dagger mystery . Hell, I didn’t even know Richard’s surname. And the worst thing of all was that I was suffering from ‘writer’s block,’ an affliction that I never suffered with.
    I was one of the rare Author’s that never suffered from the dreaded plague of being ‘blocked up;’ with no flow of words. Richard was not inspiring me, he was hindering me and that wasn’t going to work for me. I would most certainly be letting him know about it too. If he thought that he was going to intrude on my creativity, screw him and his job, he was probably ‘bluffing’ anyway.
    Nobody was that powerful—w ere they?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Master Richard Baron
    Richard leaned back in his chair and let his mind drift back to the nig ht before. The look on her face as she cried out begging him for mercy; was priceless.
    He felt a stirring in his loins immediately. This girl brought out something in him that he had not experienced in a long time.
    He wanted her , in the worst sort of way; the kind of way that would not take no for an answer.
    He thought back to the first day that he seen her. Her long , tall, and full busted figure filled out the suit that she wore. Her long layered blonde hair had a wild, but yet classy look to it. She had addressed that room full of men with no fear and by the time the meeting was over, she had them eating out of the palm of her hand.
    She was everything that intrigued him, a strong and in control woman. She was beautiful, smart, indepe ndent, but more than anything—she was a challenge. She was a challenge and by the time that he was done with her, she would submit to no other man but him. Or so Richard thought…
     
     

Chapter Four
    Ophelia
    “I have seen enough, now have one of your cronies come and pick up the story.” I spoke into my phone with courage.
    I was feeling good, in fact , quite confident—over the phone that is. I had it all figured out, if I could just stay out of his presence, I would be fine.
    “So when are they coming ? I have things to do.”
    “Oh , they will be right over, Ophelia.”
    I should ha ve known that it was too easy—just too fucking easy.
    I had sorely underestimated my opponent.
     
                                                    
     
     
     

    Master Richard Baron
    I opened the door and my face fell. There stood Richard in all of his glory. The proverbial, “If looks could kill,” took on new meaning with this man . He was pissed and his coal black eyes literally permeated with the heat of that anger.
    “ Get in the fucking car now, Ophelia! And you won’t be coming back here!”
    “I need to pack an overnight bag,” I screeched, as he pulled me along.
    “An overnight bag my ass!” He hissed , as he commanded the driver that accompanied him to lock my door and give him the keys when he finished.
    Geez, does the guy think of eve rything? Now he has got my keys
    Little did I know that those keys would be the least of my worries.
     
     
     
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    “Richard, Richard, Richard,