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  Lord Rogers Stewart paced. He remembered the sentencing for Melvin after his conviction on several charges of rape and murder. Before they removed him from the courtroom, he threatened revenge against Judge Astor, Lord Whitman, Doctor Ephraim Collins and Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw.

  Stewart called his secretary instructing her to get the first three on the phone, then hunt down Greenlaw, apprise them of the situation and warn them of the threat against their lives. If Greenlaw was out of country and the Yard had trouble finding her, then hopefully, she would be safe.

  "Sir, Judge Astor is in court, Doctor Collins is with a patient and I just got word Lord Whitman is dead."

  "How?"

  "Car accident last night, sir."

  "Damn. Call the others back and interrupt their sessions. They need to be warned now."

  "Yes, sir. What about Doctor Greenlaw?"

  "Find her. If we don't, Melvin bloody will."

  "Yes, Lord Stewart, sir."

  Another officer hurried into his office, out of breath.

  "Forgive me, my Lord, but there has been an explosion at the court..."

  "Don't tell me, Lord Astor, the Chief Justice on the Melvin case..."

  "Yes, sir."

  "How?"

  "Car blast in the garage."

  "Shit. Put out notification to find Seamus Melvin. List him as armed and extremely dangerous. Put special emphasis on air, rail, and marine transportation. I don't want this bastard leaving the country. I want a detail on Doctor Ephraim Collins and somebody find Sheridan Greenlaw."

  "Yes, my Lord."

  Stewart paced more. He knew Seamus Melvin by reputation only but it scared him that the man was running around loose somewhere in the world. Before he'd been apprehended in London, he'd been in and out of prison because of his violent ties to the IRA. The man had ready access to weaponry and explosives and it appeared he'd already gotten to his cache—another thing British and Irish authorities had been searching for.

  He buzzed his secretary asking her to call his Canadian counterpart, then he wanted his lateral in the American Justice Department afterward.

  Stewart cursed again and made notes to launch an investigation into how Melvin escaped custody. Heads would roll, the cost of someone's negligence or mistake way too high already.

  * * * *

  Seamus Melvin stood six foot tall, having graying hair—neat and styled—trimmed, aristocratic beard and tired eyes. Looking in a mirror, a college professor reflected back, not an IRA radical wanted in Ireland and England and now guilty of three more murders. He liked his new appearance, a complete departure from his true persona.

  He checked his passport and his plane ticket to Mexico City. From there, he would rent a car and continue his job. One person of the four who recommended his incarceration remained alive but not for much longer. As soon as he found her, he'd give the little sex therapist a recommendation she could take to her grave.

  Melvin laughed, looking forward to his next venture. After he took care of her, he'd pick up a semester teaching position, then retire back to Ireland. He grabbed his suitcase, attaché, coat and hat. Situating his glasses on his nose, he left the London flat he'd been operating from and headed to Heathrow.

  "America, here I come."

  * * * *

  Sheridan went home after closing her office for three weeks, maybe a month. Her secretary would go in once or twice a week to deal with the mail and anything needing attention.

  She parked her BMW in front of her Sun Valley home, got out and looked around. She'd chosen this place for its peace and the spectacular view. She watched some geese fly over and wished she had their freedom. Of course, she thought she had it all before the bitch questioned her. Now, she questioned her entire career and future. She didn't like feeling unsure of herself.

  Pulling herself away from the gorgeous view, she entered her ultramodern home. From the entry, she went down a few steps to the living room, then into her home office. She signed onto the Internet, finding an e-mail from MasterR.

  Master R to sexydoctor101—

  Bring with you one change of clothes, no lingerie or toiletries. All of your needs will be provided for. Be prepared to make your first submissive act as soon as you arrive.

  She acknowledged his message, deleted her other mail, then shut down her computer. For the next month, she wouldn't need it—a thought that scared her. When did I become so damned dependant on a machine?

  From a previous message, she followed the list of things Master R commanded her to do. She'd already closed her office, now the computer. Next, she shut off her cell phone and put it in her desk drawer.

  She went upstairs to her room and packed a pair of jeans and a silk blouse, plus a sweater into a leather backpack. She dumped her purse on the bed, grabbed her wallet and put it in the outside pocket along with her plane ticket.

  Sheridan changed from the pantsuit she'd worn to work into a pair of khakis and a tee shirt. Master R wanted her wearing a tight, low-cut tee shirt to accentuate her upper body and he wanted no bra. Well, I'll try anything once.

  Picking up her backpack, she grabbed her keys, took one last look around and left. She walked away from the door just as her phone started ringing. She called for a limousine to take her to the airport since a friend would take her BMW while she went to Coeur d'Alene.

  At the airport, she boarded a corporate commuter plane, sat back and tried to relax. Unused to going braless, she felt self-conscious but as she looked around the small cabin, she found no one paying any attention to her. She turned to the window and stared out.

  Within a few hours, the plane landed at a small airport. Once off the plane, the chill of the evening caused her to shiver. She rubbed her arms hugging herself to keep warm.

  "Thank God,” she said, hurrying toward a man holding a signboard with her name on it. “I'm Sheridan Greenlaw."

  "Ma'am, Master R is waiting for you at the ranch. If you'll..."

  "Yes, thank you,” she said, sliding into the limo.

  He closed the door behind her, then ran to the front of the car. She sat back, an envelope addressed to her catching her eye. Slowly, she opened it, gazing at the beautiful handwriting. For some reason, she ran her fingertips over it, heat scorching them. What the ... If his handwriting could cause this kind of reaction, what would the man do?

  Forcing herself to concentrate on the note, she read it and sat back.

  Welcome to the Spread R Bar Ranch. You will be met by Master Ross and he will be your immediate master during your stay, though I will be overseeing every aspect. You will obey him and his assistants as if their commands came from me while you travel on your journey.

  Until we meet—R

  She slipped the note back into the envelope, then held onto it. She looked forward to meeting her master, though she thought Master R would do the honors. She realized this would probably be for the best if things didn't work out but she wanted to meet him—the man she'd poured her heart out to.

  Sheridan sighed. What have I gone and done?

  * * * *

  Ross made sure Sheridan was safely in the back of the limo before he slid behind the wheel and drove away. Quickly, he glanced back in time to see her leaning over to pick up the envelope.

  "Wow,” he said to himself. She looked great walking across the tarmac. Immediately, he noticed her hardened nipples pressing against the thin material of the tight tee shirt she wore. She'd passed the first test, although she had no clue. Now, he caught a quick eyeful of her beautifully round breasts and gorgeous cleavage. Training her would be a pleasure.

  Ross inwardly groaned as his cock rose to attention. He usually did not react to the clients. Why was she so damned special?

  He drove back to the ranch, periodically checking on her. He'd read the different things she wanted to explore and experience, shuddering at one or two. He knew she had to deal with some issues but wondered if she was doing the right things in order to accomplish it.

  He pu
lled the limo up to the front steps of the huge mansion where a woman patiently waited. He helped Sheridan from the car taking her backpack.

  "I'll bring it in after I put the limo away."

  "Thank you,” Sheridan said, still clutching the note.

  Ross drove away, then parked the limo in the garage. Before he got out, he quickly checked her bag. She'd obeyed Master R's orders about what to bring to a tee. Things looked promising.

  Before he went back to the house, he pulled the fake moustache off and took off the uniform jacket. Satisfied with his look, he grabbed her backpack, then headed to the rear of the mansion. Entering through the back door, he took the rear stairs up to the next floor heading straight for Master R's private wing. He knocked on the door, entered and placed the backpack on a chair off to the side since Sheridan would not need it.

  Ross left the room, careful not to disturb his boss. He owed Master R a great deal and would do anything for him. As he went down the massive staircase, he saw Sheridan Greenlaw. Again, he felt his cock swell at the sight of her. He calmed his body before he continued.

  Why does she have this effect on me?

  Chapter 2

  "Master Ross, this is Sheridan Greenlaw."

  "Thank you, Yelena. I'll take it from here."

  Yelena, wearing a diaphanous gown seductively showing everything, left them alone. Ross escorted Sheridan into one of the many sunrooms located in various areas throughout the sprawling mansion.

  He poured them drinks figuring she would need it, especially when he began her training in a few moments.

  "Sheridan, welcome to Master R's home. I truly hope you find what you're looking for here."

  "I hope to,” she said hesitantly while sipping the soothing brandy.

  "Relax. The first thing we need to do is choose your safe word."

  "A what?"

  "A safe word is a word of your choosing. If you get into a situation where you feel uncomfortable or in danger, you can use it and everything will stop."

  "I see."

  "What word would you like?"

  "Therapist. It's easy to remember."

  Ross made a note of this before continuing.

  "We have to establish some ground rules. The first is that you will call me Master. Do you understand, my beautiful slave?"

  "Yes, Master, I do."

  "Good. Master R will be monitoring you at all times. This is for your safety and his enjoyment. We provide you with everything you'll need for your stay here."

  Ross gazed at her reactions while he spoke to her.

  "You will not know when or where your desires will be fulfilled. In order to do this, you will submit not only to Master R and myself but also to Mistress Yelena, Mistress Erika, Master Alvaro and Master Garth. On the slim chance Master R has other Doms visiting, you will do the same with them upon recognizing their position. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "There will be no locked doors unless Master R or I order it."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Excellent. Now, your first command, slave."

  "Master?"

  "Strip out of your clothes and place them neatly folded on the chair, your shoes underneath it."

  "Yes, Master,” she said, obediently removing her clothes, then folding them before placing them on the chair he pointed to.

  "Very good, slave. You will be naked at all times unless you are told to wear something. In that event, we will choose what you are to wear. Can you submit to this kind of control?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "You will also shave your mons and pussy each day, unless you desire Yelena or Erika to do it for you."

  "Yes, Master, I'd appreciate the help."

  "Good."

  Ross walked around her, his cock at attention once again. She had a gorgeous ass, soft and round. Her breasts had a subtle roundness but he already knew that from the limo. I'm glad I decided to pick her up.

  "Do you have any enhancements?"

  "Master?"

  "Implants, Botox..."

  "No, Master."

  "Excellent,” he complimented.

  He stood in front of her taking a deep breath. The time had come to give Sheridan her first big command.

  "Slave, my cock begs for release. I want you to take it."

  "Yes, Master,” she said, kneeling before him. Carefully, she unzipped his pants, sliding the sides out of her way. He wore nothing else, Sheridan gasped when his cock dropped to her waiting lips, throbbing with impatient insistence. She laved his velvety shaft, licked a drop of pre-cum from his slit, then took his cock deep into her throat. She began to suck him while she moved back and forth along his length.

  His hand went to the back of her head, holding her where he wanted her.

  "Hands behind your back,” he ordered, her silent obedience driving him crazier. “Slave, I am going to fuck your luscious mouth as I would your delightfully desirous cunt. You will take me unless you want to use your safe word."

  She couldn't respond, his cock filling her mouth while he pressed her closer but her increased pace told him her answer.

  Ross pumped his cock into her mouth, fucking it as he said he would. Sheridan took him, crying when he filled her. Ross groaned when he exploded into her, then pulled back gazing at her.

  "Would Slave Sheridan like her master's cock in her pussy?"

  "Yes, Master, please."

  "Bend over the desk, your hands on the opposite side of it.” She did so without hesitation.

  Ross finished removing his clothes, his cock hard in anticipation. He went to her, spreading her legs. He found her entry soaked with desire.

  "You will have to learn control over your body. You will not climax until I give you permission and you will not pleasure yourself unless you are told to do so."

  "Anything, Master Ross. Anything."

  He thrust into her, Sheridan gasping as his hand went to her shoulder to control her movement. Slow, deliberate thrusts drove her crazy, Ross pleased. He knew how to keep a woman on the very edge without pushing her over it—Sheridan Greenlaw no exception. From slow torture to powerful drive, Ross pounded her pussy. Heat burned him to his soul, telling him one very important fact. No matter what, he had to have her and he would make sure she never left this ranch.

  "Come, slave,” he whispered right before he filled her body with his hot seed. She cried out as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her scream shook the windows of the sunroom seconds before she collapsed across the desk, blissfully exhausted.

  "Excellent, slave."

  "Thank you, Master. Please, fuck me again."

  "In time,” he told her, Sheridan's barely audible groan pleasing him. Ross helped her stand, Sheridan unsteady on her feet. He noticed the look of a woman who hadn't been with a man in a long while. “When was the last time you had sex?"

  "What kind, Master?"

  "Explain, slave."

  "I haven't been with a man for a while. My profession intimidates men once they find out what I do."

  "What do they want from you?"

  "They want me to tell them better ways of doing it."

  "And do you?"

  "No, Master. My specialty is healing those who have mental or emotional blocks, not telling them to do like Jena Jameson would."

  "I see, go on."

  "I use toys."

  "What kinds?"

  "Mainly a vibrator."

  "Anything else?"

  "No, Master."

  "I see,” Ross said, making a mental note. “All right, your next command is to present yourself to your Dominants. This means, once you are in our presence, you will be expected to take a set stance until we acknowledge you. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "With me, I have two. In the bedroom, you will stand with your feet apart so I may gaze upon your sweet pussy. Your hands will hold your tits up for my attention. Do it now."

  Sheridan did as he ordered, looking like a Playboy centerfold, Ross pleased. S
he would be a pleasure to train. He saw her pussy glistening from his ministrations to it while her gorgeous tits called to him. Patience.

  "Very good, slave. Outside of the bedroom, I want you to come to me, kneel with your hands behind you, your sweet lips ready to take my cock."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Do it now."

  Sheridan quickly obeyed, kneeling within inches of him, her mouth ready for him.

  "Excellent, slave. You're doing very well."

  He sat down in the chair behind him, spreading his legs to give her a full view of his manhood. He saw her reaction, pleased.

  "I want to know why you want some of the scenarios you've chosen."

  "I've lost confidence in myself as a professional therapist."

  "Why prostitution?"

  "I've never had a patient who's sold herself. I don't know how they feel. I can't..."

  "Okay, what about ménages?"

  "I don't know what it's like to be with more than one person."

  "Female-with-female?"

  "I don't know."

  "How long have you been a submissive?"

  "Master?"

  "Slave Sheridan, you're a natural submissive, unless you're lying to me."

  "No, Master, never. I don't understand how you can tell..."

  "Let me show you. I want you to play with your nipples and get them hard. You will not say a word unless I allow it. Ah, very good."

  Sheridan's long fingers teasing her nipples sent his cock into overdrive begging for her.

  "Without losing the moment, lay down on your back."

  Sheridan obeyed without stopping her self-pleasure. He placed his knees on either side of her, his cock nestled between her breasts.

  "Wrap your tits around me and make me come."

  Silently, she did. Ross groaned from the heat building between them. She drove him to the point where he grabbed her hands and intensified her pace. When he released, he groaned again, his body shaking. My God, I have to keep her. He released her hands before falling forward. His cock went straight to her lips, Sheridan taking advantage of the gift. He felt her tongue laving his length, licking him clean. Chills ran up and down his spine but he regained his master's composure.