Pretty Little Slave- Chap 7

Turning the corner to a slender hallway, I hear silence. All the doors are shut, and there are no voices to be heard. Creeping up to the door that I heard the men talking in last night, I place my ear gently to the wooden surface. despite being large, the door opens inward, giving no hesitation. Glancing around the room, my darting eyes noticed suitcases and bags packed up by the foot of the two twin beds in this room. The curtains were drawn, tied neatly to the side. This is when I noticed the windows are shaded, they look to be one-sided? People could maybe see in, but not out. I don't enter as I was not given permission, instead I reach for the doorknob.

Pulling the door to close it, I step back out into the hallway. Where are the sirs that are supposed to be in this room?

I rush back to my quarters and slip into bed under the silky covers.

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•••MASTER•••

Nathaniel closed the front door and locked it with a quick turn of the key. Sighing to himself, he walked down the several steps of his very large house. It was time for work again and he regretted leaving his Kitten at home with his associates. As long as she stayed in her room there should be no problem.

"Damn. Security cameras should have been an investment." He muttered to himself.

Walking to his car, he thought about the previous night and how Akita had spoken to his Kitten.

The longer he thought about it the more a slight feeling of jealousy overtook him. His jaw clenched and the muscle popped out on the left side of his mouth. Nathaniel was not used to disrespect, nonetheless from one of his associates.

The goal was to prep the Kitten, yet he hadn't decided what he fully wanted to do. He could sell her, and ruin 13 years of ownership, or start her into shows. He had heard about those clubs where people perform acts of voyeurism. But was she ready for that was the question?

He shook off his thoughts and rounded a corner to bump into an elderly man. Grunting, Nathaniel straightened his suit and shot the man a menacing glare. To his surprise, the homely looking man shrugged his shoulders and held his gaze. Eye level with each other, Nathaniel reached towards his belt to indicate he was armed. The man did the same, and Nathaniel raised his arms halfway in attempt to show he wanted to speak.

"What's going on?" Nathaniel asked aloud as his gaze was drawn to the red box design handcuffs on the draped coat the man was wearing. The pattern was familiar, a higher entity club that very few got invited to join. Nathaniel had once held an invitation to this group in his hands, yet he denied wanting to be associated with those people.

The man grunted and rubbed his ear, " I've heard you owe some money." he spoke. He was older, finishing with a sigh at the end of his sentence. Stubble lined the sides of his cheeks, it looked like he had shaved recently. Sticking his hands in his pockets; he shifted his weight back and forth slowly, asserting his dominance in ever the slightest way.

Nathaniel waved his right hand in dismissal.

"I'm not sure what matters you are on about," he said, guardedly, " but my problems with Nulam have ended quite some time ago." He was careful with his word choice, he didn't want to have to start something again. This man may not know the entire history Nathaniel had with the group.

The man seemed to take this response with thought.

Popping his shoulder out, Nathaniel began to turn and walk away. He lowered his hand to indicate their time for chatting was over.

The nameless man stood swaying in the same spot until Nathaniel was out of view.

'God.... Nulam.' Nathaniel exhaled with force and sped up his pace. 'Why are they trying to reach out now??'

He pondered in his thoughts losing track of time until he made it to his office building. Opening the door, he was greeted by Oreil, the doorman. Oreil was an interesting fellow. He was always adding his own flair to the required uniform for work. Today Oreil was wearing his regular black suit with a yellow handkerchief hanging out in the front pocket. On his pants was an embroidered symbol that Nathaniel couldn't see clearly with the angle. Thanking him, he strode inside to begin the day.

The rectangular green clock showed 10 minutes til his shift was over. Nathaniel sighed and clicked his pen with a daze. He was thinking about bending his Kitten over his knee... running his palm over her ass as she tensed up in suspense... quickly bringing it up only to give her soft slaps of pleasure as she let out gasps of gratitude. His daydream was interrupted by none other than.. Oreil?

Oreils hand on the doorknob, he barged into Nathaniel's study.