Indoctrination - Chapter 27
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Night Owl
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WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
Chapter 27: Red Silk Girl
Livia’s departure meant that Amber was next in line to be sold, assuming that her training continued as scheduled, and until now, there was no reason to believe otherwise. Her daily routine increased from two sessions to three, plus her dance sessions with Madam Isha, so life was busy and the days went by quickly.
Amber’s slave status had also been promoted to a ‘red silk’ kajira, which meant she was experienced in Gorean decorum, customs, serving, dancing, and most importantly, sexual pleasure. A red silk was generally available to anyone who desired her usage, but since Amber was still in training, her availability was ‘restricted’ and reserved solely by her current owner, Raven.
One of the first men to take advantage of her availability was Carlo Santos, who never owned a slave himself, but with his family’s inheritance, pumped a seemingly endless supply of revenue into Raven’s business. In fact, so frequent were his visits to Dark Oak Manor that no slave girl completed her training without having to open her thighs for him at least once.
Ethan Rom was also interested in Amber and quickly drove down from New York with cash in hand. Since that night in the kitchen, she grew to fear and detest him more than anyone else in The Organization, but she did her best to make a good impression anyway. Her light chestnut hair was piled up on her head artfully. A shimmering blue satin dress hugged every curve of her body, her breasts pushed up and out of the scooped neckline. When Master Ethan arrived, their meeting was unceremonious, with no introductions made. He paid Raven off, then took her upstairs to one of the rooms and locked the door behind them.
“Take that dress off,” he ordered, “but keep the heels.”
Amber complied without hesitation. Grasping the tight skirt, she slowly pulled it up over her thighs. She had been taught the ‘proper way’ to remove various articles of clothing for a client, so the flesh underneath could be bared in a teasing manner. As she raised her arms to slip the garment over her head, she made sure her spine was arched slightly forward so that her naked breasts, would be thrust toward him. Once the dress was off, she held it out to her side, and let it slip from her fingers to the carpeted floor. Standing before him in only her heels, she remained motionless. When Ethan ordered her to turn, she did so in a slow circle as he stared brazenly at her naked body.
Through it all, Amber had gone completely passive, as she always did with a client. She had learned to kiss back, to let them touch her however they pleased, and did not feel as bad about it anymore. Some situations were still problematic for her, such her sessions with Ethan, but she always did her best to suppress any aversions she had.
“Undo the hair . . .”
She raised her arms to unclip her hair, then with a shake of her head, let if fall loosely about her face and shoulders.
“That was a nice touch,” Ethan nodded his head in approval. “Now lie on the bed. Face down.”
Crawling slowly onto the bed, she let the front of her body sink into the satin bedding while Ethan proceeded to stretch her arms and legs to the four posts and tether them.
Moonlight from the window nearby poured over the back of her smooth, naked body. The sounds of creaking leather could be heard as she tried to wriggle her arms free, her actions slow and deliberate – another trick she had learned to keep a client engaged in the scene.
In turn, Ethan had left just enough slack in the tethers to allow her some hope of escape while keeping her body spread-eagled and the prime target area open for teasing and play.
The ritual continued for several minutes, with Ethan observing as Amber struggled vainly with her restraints. She could feel her nipples poking against the plush bedcovers underneath her, and her hot vagina begin to swell and stretch open. Before long, she was completely immersed in her bondage, her thoughts focused inward. For a moment she had forgotten about Ethan, until she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. In one hand, he held a black scarf, in the other, a very large rubber cock, the like she had never seen before, mounted on a metal rod.
Amber’s senses were immediately quelled by panic. There were knobbles and spikes covering the shaft of the cock right up to the tip, where a tapered steel spike, about two inches long, glittered coldly. Her eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw it.
“Just wanted you to see what I plan to fuck you with after I put this blindfold on,” he said.
Her eyes left it only to look into his eyes. As always, they were cold and gray. When he smiled down at her, the small gesture sent tidal waves of fear right through her body.
“Please, Sir . . . I . . .”
“Hold your tongue, or I’ll cut it off.”
Her calves tightened and flexed, her hips squirmed against the bed in a desperate effort to bring them together and cover the exposed and vulnerable region between her legs.
"Women have died on this," he said, holding it close to her face so she could not look away. “Not willingly, of course. They just keep fucking the thing until it tears them apart inside. It’s almost like they have to know how far, how deep they can let it go until finally it’s too late. That’s why you can’t be trusted to use it on yourself. Do you trust me?”
Amber nodded tentatively, “Y-yes, Sir.”
He lifted her head gently, placed the scarf over her eyes, and tied the knot behind her head, tightening it slowly, casually, until the blindfold was secured.
Amber’s world was now thrust into blackness, though she could still picture clearly in her mind that large and hideous-looking thing with the spike on the end. Her ears strained almost painfully to pick up any sound of him. She even held her breath, as it interfered with her intense search for the slightest presence as he moved around the room.
At last, she felt his long fingertips parting the flesh between her legs, massaging her until it became moist. The soft muscles in her buttocks clinched, her arms pulled against the restraints, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Hold very still and relax,” he commanded as he arrowed the steel point directly into her vagina.
Amber cried out, shocked by his abrupt movement and the stunning impact, and before the cry had fully left her throat, the rubber prick was almost halfway in. No build-up, no warning, no preamble – just firm, hard thrusts sinking deeper, greedily into her flesh, demanding that her supple, slippery tissues give way to the burrowing rubber device, all while knowing that steely point was now inside her body.
Her toes curled slightly, her fingers clawed out and retracted in a tight fist. Her heart heavy against her chest. When she felt the semi hard spikes and knobs on the shaft massaging her most tender places, in and out, and in again, she quickly forgot that dangerous spike at the top. Her pleasure was rising and that was all she cared about. She groaned as he came to the widest part of the dildo and started to fuck slowly.
There were about eight inches in her now and she knew that the tip of the spike was getting close . . . there . . . she gasped, eyes wide, but seeing only blackness, as she felt it poking against her cervix. She squirmed and tugged on the bindings. She rubbed her breasts against the smooth satin she lay to produce enough friction to keep her nipples stimulated. She wanted . . . needed more. She knew that would mean serious pain, maybe even death, but there was an itching deep inside her now, a burning need, and she knew Ethan wasn't going to stop, even if it meant turning her womb into mince meat.
She felt another prick and yelped, but the cock still kept moving forward and backward inside her, and each time the spike seemed to go a little further, though she couldn’t be sure.
Beads of sweat magically appeared all over her body, catching the light of moon shining through the open window, until the sheets were drenched underneath. When she climaxed, she screamed with both pain and pleasure, and when the pleasure melted away, there was only pain. All she felt now were the smaller protrusions along the shaft starting to shred her insides. Tears rolled down her cheeks from behind the blindfold. Suddenly, and again without warning, she felt the rubber cock slide out of her, but only to be replaced by his own.
Her hips shifted restlessly on the bed, but she couldn’t throw him off her body. Not that she really wanted to. She trembled beneath him when he made a low growling sound of male satisfaction deep in his throat.
Amber cried out sharply when he powered the full length on his hard cock in her with one stroke. He braced himself over her by grabbing the headboard, still buried in her to the hilt, his testicles pressing against the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“You’ve got the sweetest little cunt,” he whispered in her ear. “Fits me like a glove.”
He grimaced in pleasure when he moved, drawing out of her several inches and sliding back in.
“There,” he said, fucking her slowly.
Amber’s eyes flickered back into their sockets as the thick ridge beneath the head of his cock stroked somewhere sublime.
“Your pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it?” he asked intently as he watched her and thrust with slow deliberation. “It shapes so tightly around it, squeezes me . . . taunts me.”
Amber panted. She bit her lip and groaned. The bed began to beat against the wall from Ethan’s short, yet forceful thrusts. Then her eyes flashed open at the sudden cruel deprivation of his cock sliding out of her, and the sounds of his hand pumping the glistening rod. He groaned at the same moment that his seed shot across her lower back, thick and abundant. The scent of semen reached her flared nostrils. Her womb constricted in an agony of desire.
When it was over, Ethan untied her, then tossed her a towel to wipe herself with and told her to get dressed. More than an hour later, she was still in pain, but after a quick examination from Monique, it was determined that no permanent damage had been done.
“You were lucky,” she said. “I heard Master Ethan once killed a girl with that thing.”
Amber didn’t feel so lucky. She knew Ethan would be back, and that there would be others like him, or maybe worse. She began to wonder what might happen to her after she was sold at the next auction. She thought of Colleen, whose neck was accidently broken during a session with her Master. She imagined the poor girl hanging there in some kinky leather restraint, her body naked for everyone to see, her face blue and her milky, lifeless eyes bulging from their sockets.
Amber was determined not to suffer a similar fate. Before, she had reservations about going into the tunnel with Heidi and gamble with what little of her life remained. Now she was ready to risk it all.
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Raven sat up straight in his bed when he heard his phone ring in the middle of the night. He switched on the table lamp and checked his watch. It was 2 a.m. He knew this couldn't be good news. It never was at this hour.
He picked up the receiver on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Raven recognized Jason’s voice immediately. “Where in HELL have you been?”
“Looking for our friend,” he said. “Just wanted to call in my report.”
Raven knew Jason was speaking of Marco and braced himself for the news, good or bad.
“Go on . . .”
“It’s all taken care of.”
“He’s gone?”
“That’s right.”
“And was he clean?”
“Yeah, he was clean. He said he didn’t talk to anyone else, and I believe him.”
“Good,” Raven almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then caught himself, because he didn’t want Jason to hear him on the other end. “You’ll get a hefty bonus for this one, my friend. I’ll need you to come straight in. No stops, understood? Then you and I will bring this to The Board personally.”
“I’m not coming in.”
“What?”
“I said I’m not coming in.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Listen carefully,” Jason spoke slowly, “because I don’t want to stay on this line any longer than I have to. I did this dirty little job for you only because Marco was on my team, and therefore, my responsibility. I owed you and The Board that much, but things have changed now.”
“Listen, I’m giving you an order . . .”
“You and I both know what could happen to me if I follow that order.”
“Where are you?”
“And you know better than ask to me a question like that.”
Raven knew it was no use in trying to convince Jason to come in. The man wasn’t as naive as Marco, and understood the system all too well.
“Can you at least tell me where your other man is?” Raven was speaking of Dave Roberts.
“I honestly have no clue. Probably doing the same thing I’m doing. Saving his own ass.”
“You DO realize they’ll order me to send someone after you two.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me, but at least this way I have a chance.”
Raven closed his eyes and squeezed them tight. His next words needed to be chosen very carefully,
“Look, I understand how you feel, but you really don’t have to do this. No one is blaming you for what happened, and you’re too valuable an asset for us to lose. Furthermore, The Board appreciates what you’ve been doing to fix everything and I promise you . . . “
“I’m sure they appreciate it,” Jason broke in, “and I’m sure they’ll be happy with how things have turned out for their business interests, but it still won’t change a thing. To them, I’m a risk, a liability. That means I can’t trust anyone . . . not even you. I have to do what’s best for me now, and you and The Board will have to take my word that I won’t sell you out – that is, as long as you leave well-enough alone. Do you understand?”
“Yes, but . . .”
Their conversation suddenly ended with a click of the receiver on the other end.
After hanging up, Raven stared into the darkness for a few moments, then glanced down at Isha lying in bed beside him. She was still asleep, her arms draped above her head over the pillow, and crossed at the wrists, as if mimicking an act of bondage. His eyes traced the line where the sheets were folded back neatly across her firm breasts, then down the shadowed valley between them before they disappeared underneath.
She looked splendid against the burgundy silk -- her creamy skin bathed in the dim light from his open window, her long amber hair cascaded around her in a dark pool, but she always had a way of doing that -- turning the mundane into the wonderful, and vice versa.
Raven finally got up and grabbed his robe. No use in trying to get any more sleep that night. He was wide a wake, and still had some work to do, starting with a call to the board of directors.
“Was that the phone?” Isha suddenly called out to him, her eyes still heavy from sleep.
“Yes.”
“At this hour? Who was it?”
“Wrong number.”
(continued)
WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
Chapter 27: Red Silk Girl
Livia’s departure meant that Amber was next in line to be sold, assuming that her training continued as scheduled, and until now, there was no reason to believe otherwise. Her daily routine increased from two sessions to three, plus her dance sessions with Madam Isha, so life was busy and the days went by quickly.
Amber’s slave status had also been promoted to a ‘red silk’ kajira, which meant she was experienced in Gorean decorum, customs, serving, dancing, and most importantly, sexual pleasure. A red silk was generally available to anyone who desired her usage, but since Amber was still in training, her availability was ‘restricted’ and reserved solely by her current owner, Raven.
One of the first men to take advantage of her availability was Carlo Santos, who never owned a slave himself, but with his family’s inheritance, pumped a seemingly endless supply of revenue into Raven’s business. In fact, so frequent were his visits to Dark Oak Manor that no slave girl completed her training without having to open her thighs for him at least once.
Ethan Rom was also interested in Amber and quickly drove down from New York with cash in hand. Since that night in the kitchen, she grew to fear and detest him more than anyone else in The Organization, but she did her best to make a good impression anyway. Her light chestnut hair was piled up on her head artfully. A shimmering blue satin dress hugged every curve of her body, her breasts pushed up and out of the scooped neckline. When Master Ethan arrived, their meeting was unceremonious, with no introductions made. He paid Raven off, then took her upstairs to one of the rooms and locked the door behind them.
“Take that dress off,” he ordered, “but keep the heels.”
Amber complied without hesitation. Grasping the tight skirt, she slowly pulled it up over her thighs. She had been taught the ‘proper way’ to remove various articles of clothing for a client, so the flesh underneath could be bared in a teasing manner. As she raised her arms to slip the garment over her head, she made sure her spine was arched slightly forward so that her naked breasts, would be thrust toward him. Once the dress was off, she held it out to her side, and let it slip from her fingers to the carpeted floor. Standing before him in only her heels, she remained motionless. When Ethan ordered her to turn, she did so in a slow circle as he stared brazenly at her naked body.
Through it all, Amber had gone completely passive, as she always did with a client. She had learned to kiss back, to let them touch her however they pleased, and did not feel as bad about it anymore. Some situations were still problematic for her, such her sessions with Ethan, but she always did her best to suppress any aversions she had.
“Undo the hair . . .”
She raised her arms to unclip her hair, then with a shake of her head, let if fall loosely about her face and shoulders.
“That was a nice touch,” Ethan nodded his head in approval. “Now lie on the bed. Face down.”
Crawling slowly onto the bed, she let the front of her body sink into the satin bedding while Ethan proceeded to stretch her arms and legs to the four posts and tether them.
Moonlight from the window nearby poured over the back of her smooth, naked body. The sounds of creaking leather could be heard as she tried to wriggle her arms free, her actions slow and deliberate – another trick she had learned to keep a client engaged in the scene.
In turn, Ethan had left just enough slack in the tethers to allow her some hope of escape while keeping her body spread-eagled and the prime target area open for teasing and play.
The ritual continued for several minutes, with Ethan observing as Amber struggled vainly with her restraints. She could feel her nipples poking against the plush bedcovers underneath her, and her hot vagina begin to swell and stretch open. Before long, she was completely immersed in her bondage, her thoughts focused inward. For a moment she had forgotten about Ethan, until she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. In one hand, he held a black scarf, in the other, a very large rubber cock, the like she had never seen before, mounted on a metal rod.
Amber’s senses were immediately quelled by panic. There were knobbles and spikes covering the shaft of the cock right up to the tip, where a tapered steel spike, about two inches long, glittered coldly. Her eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw it.
“Just wanted you to see what I plan to fuck you with after I put this blindfold on,” he said.
Her eyes left it only to look into his eyes. As always, they were cold and gray. When he smiled down at her, the small gesture sent tidal waves of fear right through her body.
“Please, Sir . . . I . . .”
“Hold your tongue, or I’ll cut it off.”
Her calves tightened and flexed, her hips squirmed against the bed in a desperate effort to bring them together and cover the exposed and vulnerable region between her legs.
"Women have died on this," he said, holding it close to her face so she could not look away. “Not willingly, of course. They just keep fucking the thing until it tears them apart inside. It’s almost like they have to know how far, how deep they can let it go until finally it’s too late. That’s why you can’t be trusted to use it on yourself. Do you trust me?”
Amber nodded tentatively, “Y-yes, Sir.”
He lifted her head gently, placed the scarf over her eyes, and tied the knot behind her head, tightening it slowly, casually, until the blindfold was secured.
Amber’s world was now thrust into blackness, though she could still picture clearly in her mind that large and hideous-looking thing with the spike on the end. Her ears strained almost painfully to pick up any sound of him. She even held her breath, as it interfered with her intense search for the slightest presence as he moved around the room.
At last, she felt his long fingertips parting the flesh between her legs, massaging her until it became moist. The soft muscles in her buttocks clinched, her arms pulled against the restraints, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Hold very still and relax,” he commanded as he arrowed the steel point directly into her vagina.
Amber cried out, shocked by his abrupt movement and the stunning impact, and before the cry had fully left her throat, the rubber prick was almost halfway in. No build-up, no warning, no preamble – just firm, hard thrusts sinking deeper, greedily into her flesh, demanding that her supple, slippery tissues give way to the burrowing rubber device, all while knowing that steely point was now inside her body.
Her toes curled slightly, her fingers clawed out and retracted in a tight fist. Her heart heavy against her chest. When she felt the semi hard spikes and knobs on the shaft massaging her most tender places, in and out, and in again, she quickly forgot that dangerous spike at the top. Her pleasure was rising and that was all she cared about. She groaned as he came to the widest part of the dildo and started to fuck slowly.
There were about eight inches in her now and she knew that the tip of the spike was getting close . . . there . . . she gasped, eyes wide, but seeing only blackness, as she felt it poking against her cervix. She squirmed and tugged on the bindings. She rubbed her breasts against the smooth satin she lay to produce enough friction to keep her nipples stimulated. She wanted . . . needed more. She knew that would mean serious pain, maybe even death, but there was an itching deep inside her now, a burning need, and she knew Ethan wasn't going to stop, even if it meant turning her womb into mince meat.
She felt another prick and yelped, but the cock still kept moving forward and backward inside her, and each time the spike seemed to go a little further, though she couldn’t be sure.
Beads of sweat magically appeared all over her body, catching the light of moon shining through the open window, until the sheets were drenched underneath. When she climaxed, she screamed with both pain and pleasure, and when the pleasure melted away, there was only pain. All she felt now were the smaller protrusions along the shaft starting to shred her insides. Tears rolled down her cheeks from behind the blindfold. Suddenly, and again without warning, she felt the rubber cock slide out of her, but only to be replaced by his own.
Her hips shifted restlessly on the bed, but she couldn’t throw him off her body. Not that she really wanted to. She trembled beneath him when he made a low growling sound of male satisfaction deep in his throat.
Amber cried out sharply when he powered the full length on his hard cock in her with one stroke. He braced himself over her by grabbing the headboard, still buried in her to the hilt, his testicles pressing against the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“You’ve got the sweetest little cunt,” he whispered in her ear. “Fits me like a glove.”
He grimaced in pleasure when he moved, drawing out of her several inches and sliding back in.
“There,” he said, fucking her slowly.
Amber’s eyes flickered back into their sockets as the thick ridge beneath the head of his cock stroked somewhere sublime.
“Your pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it?” he asked intently as he watched her and thrust with slow deliberation. “It shapes so tightly around it, squeezes me . . . taunts me.”
Amber panted. She bit her lip and groaned. The bed began to beat against the wall from Ethan’s short, yet forceful thrusts. Then her eyes flashed open at the sudden cruel deprivation of his cock sliding out of her, and the sounds of his hand pumping the glistening rod. He groaned at the same moment that his seed shot across her lower back, thick and abundant. The scent of semen reached her flared nostrils. Her womb constricted in an agony of desire.
When it was over, Ethan untied her, then tossed her a towel to wipe herself with and told her to get dressed. More than an hour later, she was still in pain, but after a quick examination from Monique, it was determined that no permanent damage had been done.
“You were lucky,” she said. “I heard Master Ethan once killed a girl with that thing.”
Amber didn’t feel so lucky. She knew Ethan would be back, and that there would be others like him, or maybe worse. She began to wonder what might happen to her after she was sold at the next auction. She thought of Colleen, whose neck was accidently broken during a session with her Master. She imagined the poor girl hanging there in some kinky leather restraint, her body naked for everyone to see, her face blue and her milky, lifeless eyes bulging from their sockets.
Amber was determined not to suffer a similar fate. Before, she had reservations about going into the tunnel with Heidi and gamble with what little of her life remained. Now she was ready to risk it all.
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Raven sat up straight in his bed when he heard his phone ring in the middle of the night. He switched on the table lamp and checked his watch. It was 2 a.m. He knew this couldn't be good news. It never was at this hour.
He picked up the receiver on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Raven recognized Jason’s voice immediately. “Where in HELL have you been?”
“Looking for our friend,” he said. “Just wanted to call in my report.”
Raven knew Jason was speaking of Marco and braced himself for the news, good or bad.
“Go on . . .”
“It’s all taken care of.”
“He’s gone?”
“That’s right.”
“And was he clean?”
“Yeah, he was clean. He said he didn’t talk to anyone else, and I believe him.”
“Good,” Raven almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then caught himself, because he didn’t want Jason to hear him on the other end. “You’ll get a hefty bonus for this one, my friend. I’ll need you to come straight in. No stops, understood? Then you and I will bring this to The Board personally.”
“I’m not coming in.”
“What?”
“I said I’m not coming in.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Listen carefully,” Jason spoke slowly, “because I don’t want to stay on this line any longer than I have to. I did this dirty little job for you only because Marco was on my team, and therefore, my responsibility. I owed you and The Board that much, but things have changed now.”
“Listen, I’m giving you an order . . .”
“You and I both know what could happen to me if I follow that order.”
“Where are you?”
“And you know better than ask to me a question like that.”
Raven knew it was no use in trying to convince Jason to come in. The man wasn’t as naive as Marco, and understood the system all too well.
“Can you at least tell me where your other man is?” Raven was speaking of Dave Roberts.
“I honestly have no clue. Probably doing the same thing I’m doing. Saving his own ass.”
“You DO realize they’ll order me to send someone after you two.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me, but at least this way I have a chance.”
Raven closed his eyes and squeezed them tight. His next words needed to be chosen very carefully,
“Look, I understand how you feel, but you really don’t have to do this. No one is blaming you for what happened, and you’re too valuable an asset for us to lose. Furthermore, The Board appreciates what you’ve been doing to fix everything and I promise you . . . “
“I’m sure they appreciate it,” Jason broke in, “and I’m sure they’ll be happy with how things have turned out for their business interests, but it still won’t change a thing. To them, I’m a risk, a liability. That means I can’t trust anyone . . . not even you. I have to do what’s best for me now, and you and The Board will have to take my word that I won’t sell you out – that is, as long as you leave well-enough alone. Do you understand?”
“Yes, but . . .”
Their conversation suddenly ended with a click of the receiver on the other end.
After hanging up, Raven stared into the darkness for a few moments, then glanced down at Isha lying in bed beside him. She was still asleep, her arms draped above her head over the pillow, and crossed at the wrists, as if mimicking an act of bondage. His eyes traced the line where the sheets were folded back neatly across her firm breasts, then down the shadowed valley between them before they disappeared underneath.
She looked splendid against the burgundy silk -- her creamy skin bathed in the dim light from his open window, her long amber hair cascaded around her in a dark pool, but she always had a way of doing that -- turning the mundane into the wonderful, and vice versa.
Raven finally got up and grabbed his robe. No use in trying to get any more sleep that night. He was wide a wake, and still had some work to do, starting with a call to the board of directors.
“Was that the phone?” Isha suddenly called out to him, her eyes still heavy from sleep.
“Yes.”
“At this hour? Who was it?”
“Wrong number.”
(continued)
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