She swiped across the touch screen frowning as she
noticed that the call was restricted.
“Yes?”
“Morning, bitch.”
Fiona’s gasp made Stan’s frown deepen. She shook her head
smiling at him then walked to her own closet pretending to pick out clothes.
As casually as she could manage, she said, “I’ll be there
soon. What couldn’t wait?”
The blackmailer chuckled, “Whore, watch your tone with
me. Is your husband right there?”
“Yes.” She pulled a pant suit from the crowd of a dozen
others in varying shades of plain and neutral.
“Hm. Maybe I should have you touch yourself while he’s
there. Or call him with a picture or two since you haven’t learned a lesson
about how to speak to your new master.”
As her heart raced, she lost the ability to breathe
normally. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, just no.”
She whispered watching Stan out of the corner of her eye.
As he pulled out his clothes, she left the room. She felt guilty about the
phone call when if it really had been a call from the office, she wouldn’t have
felt guilty at all about going downstairs while on the phone. It felt like she
was hiding something because she was
hiding something.
“Seems like you need some training, whore. You’ll call me
Master from now on. And your training starts today.”
“What? I d-don’t… Why can’t you leave me alone now? You
already got what you wanted from me.”
“Oh I haven’t even begun, bitch. Did you forget
something? Did you forget a lesson already? You’ve been in training for three
minutes and already earned yourself a punishment.”
By that time, she’d made it to the kitchen and pulled
eggs out of the refrigerator. Slapping a pan onto the stove, she hissed into
the phone, “I’m not calling you that. I’m not!”
His laugh was filled with cruelty and his voice was low,
intense when he spoke, “Oh you will. And that’s going to cost you."