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  "Master, Mistress Yelena's breasts are subtly round, her nipples firm and desirous."

  "Would you like to lave her tits with your tongue?"

  "I'm not sure, Master. This is..."

  "How does your pussy feel, slave?'

  "Wet."

  "Erika, remove her suit."

  "Yes, Master,” she said as she pulled the ties from her neck and back. Sheridan's breasts fell free, her nipples aching for attention. Erika traced the curves of her breast while Yelena bent down, placing a spreader bar between Sheridan's ankles. She looked up the length of the Sheridan's body, their gazes locking. Erika pulled on the ties of the swimsuit's bottom, letting it fall to the floor.

  "Very nice, slave. Looking at your luscious body is making me hard."

  "Thank you, Master."

  "Yelena, lave her pussy while Erika sucks her nipples."

  "Gladly, Master,” they chorused. Yelena needed to do this to help her survive what had been happening, her feelings obvious, though Sheridan couldn't understand why, her mind hazy. Yelena laved Sheridan's clit while her gracefully long fingers parted her nether lips more. Sheridan started from her touch and the heat of Yelena's breath on her wet, sensitive pussy. She felt like she was in the pool, hot and wet. Subconsciously, she tried to press her body to Yelena's lips, gasping when she felt her mistress’ tongue enter her.

  Erika knew the perfect moment to take one of Sheridan's hardened nipples in her mouth. Her teeth held the slave's bud in place while her tongue brushed over it. While she suckled Sheridan's nipple, her hand squeezed Sheridan's breast causing her to cry out. Sheridan jolted again when Erika's hand squeezed harder thanks to Yelena's skillful fingers finding Erika's pussy at the same time.

  Sheridan gasped from the assault on her senses. Erika switched sides while Yelena continued to fuck both their pussies.

  "Does Slave Sheridan wish to come?"

  "Yes, Mistress,” Sheridan cried out.

  "You may feed me,” Yelena said, renewing her oral siege on Sheridan's core.

  "Please, may I..."

  "What, slave?'

  "Please, may I suck pussy?” she begged, her mind reeling from the thought of her plea.

  "Mistress, move Slave Sheridan to the center of the bed but I want the bar to remain in place. I want to view her pussy while you both play with her tits and she tastes your sweet nectar."

  "Yes, Master,” they said. Together, Yelena and Erika moved Sheridan to the bed, the manacles still buckled to her wrists.

  "Slave Sheridan, I want you to enjoy Yelena's tits, then you will eat Erika's pussy. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master,” she said, eagerly taking Yelena's breast in her hands. The softness amazed her but, at that point, she knew one thing—she needed to take this woman's nipples and suckle them. She heard Yelena's groan before she caught sight of Erika finger fucking Yelena. This drove her to suckle harder before Yelena drew Sheridan into a deep kiss. While Yelena came, she kissed Sheridan roughly. Yelena cried out, her pussy dripping after Erika's fingers withdrew. Erika moved up Sheridan's side taking her nipple as Yelena moved back to Sheridan's pussy. Erika slipped her knee on either side of Sheridan's face, pressing her damp heat to her slave's lips as Yelena moved to suck Sheridan, her pussy begging for Erika.

  "Very nice, ladies,” the velvet voice complimented, “you three have formed the most beautiful and erotically perfect triangle. I am glad I have this on tape. The three of you have my permission to come.” Moans answered his commands.

  Sheridan's body convulsed when her orgasm ripped through her, unsure if she should cry out or keep tongue fucking Mistress Erika. Before she had time to think, she felt hands on her breasts, kneading them while Yelena continued to lap at her pussy. Erika moved, her mouth covering Sheridan's. Waves crashed over her again, her body lurching from the sensations her mistresses created.

  "What does Slave Sheridan want?'

  His voice ran through her, scorching every nerve ending in her body.

  "More, Master,” she cried. Yelena plunged her tongue deep into her soaked pussy while one long graceful finger slid into her ass.

  "Are you sure, slave?"

  "Master, I want...” she gasped, before her mistresses began again.

  "What, my beautiful, slave? What do you want?"

  "I want it all!” she screamed.

  * * * *

  Spent, Sheridan laid in the center of the huge bed, sore from the onslaught of numerous orgasms thanks to Mistress Yelena and Mistress Erika. Before they left her, Yelena removed the spreader bar from her ankles while Erika unbuckled the manacles from her wrists. Sheridan's body never noticed, euphoria sailing through her.

  "Slave?"

  "Master?"

  "Erika and Yelena told me about your encounter."

  "Yes, Master,” she said dreamily.

  "How do you feel right now?"

  "Wonderful."

  "No regrets?"

  "No regrets, Master,” she answered.

  "He will be pleased."

  "I'm glad. I want to please you and Master Ross."

  "And if I asked you to do something right now?"

  "I would, Master. I'm here to nurture my submissiveness while pleasing all of you."

  "I see. You've done extremely well. I command you to get a good night's rest. You deserve it. There should be a robe you can wear to go back to the main house. Sleep well, slave."

  "Thank you, Master,” she said. Finding the robe, she slipped into it and made her way back to the main house and her room. After taking a shower, she slipped into bed, falling into a deep sleep.

  * * * *

  Garth went to the hospital to relieve Alvaro. So far, Ross remained in stable but critical condition with no significant improvement. Doctor Bentley had no answers, only that Ross would make it—on his own schedule and terms. When Yelena heard this, she set her plan for Sheridan Greenlaw into motion.

  While Sheridan worked out in another part of the house, Yelena packed the dress from her first night out, the dress she wore riding with Ross, the bathing suit and the clothes she arrived in into a suitcase. Next, she placed the backpack inside with some of the toiletries, closing the suitcase. She left out the coat, her silk blouse and jeans, along with shoes. She packed a couple pairs of shoes in an exterior pocket and put her wallet next to it on the bed. Inside, she filled it with enough money to get the woman home, plus the thousand she'd earned as a hooker.

  She carefully placed an envelope with the doctor's things.

  My dear Sheridan,

  Your time here has been, I hope, enlightening. We hope you've found what you were looking for. Because of the trouble on the north end of the ranch requiring Ross’ and my attention, we cannot continue with your training. My apologies but the ranch takes precedence.

  My best to you—Master R

  "This should get you out of our lives,” Yelena mused.

  Yelena went downstairs, gathered the others and left with them for the hospital. She wanted to make sure no one would be around to talk with the good doctor, aside from their limo driver, who she would make sure would not say a word.

  Forgive me, Ross...

  * * * *

  Feeling like she was floating on air, Sheridan returned to her room and froze. She saw everything neatly laid out for her, a suitcase packed. You will get your clothes back before you leave.

  Finding the note, she read it in disbelief, not noticing her reactions to the handwriting.

  "Master, what have I done to anger you?” she moaned.

  She gazed to where she thought the camera might be and looked up at it as if she looked into his eyes.

  "Please, Ross, tell me what I've done."

  Sheridan dropped to her knees, presenting herself as he desired, pleading with him to let her stay.

  But no answer came.

  Only silence—a deafening silenced—remained.

  * * * *

  Showered and wearing clothes for the first time in weeks, she left her
suite of rooms and the house owned by the man she loved. The limo driver took the suitcase, placing it in the trunk after he helped her into the car. She pulled the chinchilla coat around her, feeling chilled.

  A short time later, she sat in a seat in the back of the small commuter plane heading back to Sun Valley.

  Going over what she'd learned about herself and the world of glorious, mind-blowing sex, she kept asking one question. Can I honestly go back to my profession? Do I even want to? Can I even enjoy...

  Tears came to her eyes. Being sent home turned out to hurt more than the reason she'd gone to Coeur d'Alene to start with. Being turned away from her master thanks to a note hurt more than anything she'd ever gone through in her life. She'd been told everything happened for a reason.

  Why?

  Chapter 6

  Several weeks passed before Ross Beckham's condition showed any significant improvement. Yelena and the others split their time between the ranch and the hospital. They helped with his physical therapy, keeping his body limber to stave off atrophy. Yelena refused to allow Ross to wake up having weaknesses in his body.

  X-rays showed the rib had almost healed, along with the head injury once the swelling went down. Bentley liked the way Ross’ leg had mended and its acceptance of the titanium rod. They'd been fortunate they'd caught the internal bleeding leaving them with one major hurdle in his recovery—the coma.

  His vitals stronger, Bentley made the decision to take him off the respirator, Ross breathing on his own.

  "Can't we take him back to the ranch?” Yelena asked.

  "Sweetheart, I know you'll take great care of him but until I'm positive he's out of the woods, I want him here. As long as he's in a coma, he's fine and mending under controlled circumstances."

  "But..."

  "Sweetheart, I know you love him but I can't let him leave yet.” He noticed the tears in her eyes, sympathizing but his patients came first.

  * * * *

  Yelena didn't like the fact Ross remained at the medical center. She knew they could care for him at the ranch and if they had a problem, the Bentleys were down the hill.

  She sat by his bedside talking to him and praying—not only for his recovery but for his mercy once he learned the truth.

  * * * *

  Suzette went to the mall. She wanted to pick up the latest Finch CD and some others. She got into her Honda Civic, leaving her apartment to head out of town.

  She didn't see the strange car following her. Being a resort area, many strangers came and went in Coeur d'Alene, an everyday occurrence.

  Locking the car, she headed into the mall, coming out half an hour later. She slid behind the wheel, started the car and drove toward the exit. Turning toward the National Forest, she drove to a place she liked to go. Along the roadside inside the park, she pulled off to a deserted picnic area and parked.

  The car following her pulled up behind her, parking in such a way that she could not leave. Because she had on headsets for her CD player, she didn't hear the vehicle, or the man open her door right before he dragged her from the car.

  Her CD player lay broken on the ground where it fell, her headsets nearby. She fought the person holding her, unsure if it was a male or female. Then she heard his voice, sounding familiar to her, the Irish accent tipping her off to the man who'd asked her to act like a patient in need of some sex therapist's help—an easy five hundred dollars.

  "Who are you?"

  "Sweet Suzette, I'm disappointed..."

  Her mind raced, unsure whether she should relax, or run for her life. His grip firm, she figured running was no longer an option.

  "What do you want from me?"

  "Shh, there's no need to worry. I wanted to talk to you away from where anyone could see us."

  Suzette relaxed some, his voice hypnotic. He led her to one of the picnic tables in a more secluded spot and into a false sense of security. When he left her, she'd been raped and murdered—a garrote his weapon of choice.

  Before he drove away, he took her wallet, the registration and insurance for the car, along with the license plate—anything able to identify her right away. He pushed her little car over into the brush out of sight and took her keys. He decided to use her apartment until the cops found her.

  * * * *

  Sheridan didn't reopen her office, deciding to use the time to reevaluate her life. Since she'd been back in Sun Valley, life had bored her. She wanted what Ross and the others had given her.

  In her office one day, she did some searching on the Internet for something she never would have tried before her foray at the Spread R Bar. In one of the more exclusive chat rooms—one she had shared with Master R on occasion—she sought her answers.

  Sexydoctor101: Are there any exclusive clubs in this area?

  BigStud: There's one in Sun Valley.

  Sexydoctor101: Email me privately with the address and thanks.

  A few moments later, she had the address of a very exclusive sex club on the other side of Sun Valley. He'd given her a phone number to call for reservations.

  Hesitantly, she picked up the phone calling the number. A male voice answered, asked her several questions and told her to expect a messenger with her invitation. She thanked him, then hung up.

  Sheridan waited, her invitation arriving twenty minutes later.

  "Without this, you will be denied entry,” the messenger advised her.

  She thanked him, put the invitation in her bag and went shopping for a little black tube dress. Satisfied she had what she needed, she drove home and got ready for her evening.

  Stripping out of her pantsuit, she walked into the shower, closing the door behind her. First, she shaved, then showered, all with the gardenia-scented items Ross wanted her to use. She turned off the water, grabbed a towel and dried off, then went to dress.

  * * * *

  Seamus Melvin waited until she left her office, then quietly picked the lock. Quickly, he searched her desk in order to learn more about her but found nothing.

  "So you keep everything close to heart. Impressive, Doctor."

  Finding nothing of help, he decided to trail her and see where she went. Considering the timeframe, he could take everything slow, do the job, then move on and take credit from elsewhere and at his leisure.

  Leaving the way he entered, Melvin decided he'd start his tail in the morning figuring she'd go straight home.

  * * * *

  Sheridan slid the slinky dress up the length of her body. She loved the feel of it against her skin, her nipples hard. She decided she'd get them pierced—after all, if Ross wouldn't do it for her, then she'd take Erika's advice. With the stilettos, she liked the look.

  Slipping the invitation, her driver's license, some cash and her AMEX card into the pocket of the chinchilla coat, she grabbed her keys and left the house. Sliding behind the wheel of her BMW, the cool leather against her naked ass sent her reeling. Memories flooded back to her. You need to get fucked, Doctor.

  She found the club without a problem, the directions extremely exact. A valet parked her car while an usher escorted her inside the old mansion. On the outside, it appeared to be an exclusive restaurant while inside, it showed its true identity.

  "Your invitation, ma'am?” the host asked. She gazed at him, his tuxedo fitting him just right. Mentally, she undressed him, her pussy clenching and starving for attention.

  "We, as a rule, do not use real names here. What would you..."

  "Sherry's fine,” she said quickly.

  "Very good."

  "Because this is your first time here, Ridge will show you around. Make sure you have a safe word."

  "I do."

  "Very good. Enjoy your evening."

  "Thank you,” she said. Ridge took her arm guiding her through the different rooms. She saw what she expected but found one which intrigued her. “Do you do piercings here?"

  "Yes, Sherry."

  "Good. I know how I want it done, if possible."

  "Ma'am?" />
  Sheridan told him and he nodded. Leading her into a darker room, he introduced her to her mistress for the evening.

  "Mistress Stasia, this is Slave Sherry. She wishes you to...” Ridge whispered Sheridan's desires to Stasia, the dominatrix nodding. Sheridan gazed at a statuesque blonde, her beauty unsurpassed.

  "I will be near if you need anything,” Ridge assured her.

  "Thank you,” Sheridan said quietly. She turned to Mistress Stasia. “How may I present myself to you, Mistress Stasia?"

  Stasia smiled, gazing at her new submissive.

  "Remove your clothes and assume the position your master wanted."

  "Yes, Mistress,” she said, sliding the dress down her body, carefully folding it and placing it on the chair with her coat. She went to remove her shoes but Stasia stopped her.

  "I like my slaves wearing heels. You have a gorgeous body."

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  "Why does my beautiful slave need a flogger?"

  "I feel I need to be punished. I angered my master and he sent me away without explanation."

  "I see. Who is your Master?"

  "Master R."

  "Of Coeur d'Alene?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "No wonder your stance is so precise. Come with me."

  Sheridan followed her to a corner of the room where shackles hung from the ceiling. She placed Sheridan's hands in them, then raised them over her head, gazing at Sheridan's body and wanting Sheridan for her own. She'd seen beauty but Slave Sherry personified perfection. She decided to give this slave special treatment.

  "Does my slave want a spreader bar?'

  "Yes, Mistress."

  Stasia attached the spreader bar at her ankles, then gazed up the length of Sheridan's body.

  "I understand you want piercings."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "I need you highly aroused. The flogger will do that but I require more."

  "I am at your mercy, Mistress."

  Stasia traced her way up Sheridan's legs. When she reached her pussy, she saw it meticulously denuded. Parting her nether lips, she slid her finger along Sheridan's clit, then in her entry.

  "My slave is wet—that's good,” she complimented. Sheridan watched Stasia pick out a set of Ben-Was, then felt them inserted into her pussy. Sheridan gasped at the new sensations.