Page 6 of Beneath Submission
~Four~
There was silence between us as Simon drove down the freeway. It wasn’t often that Mr. Colin took me with him unless it was to meet a client. Typically, he would let me know who we were meeting, but this time was different. There was no indication from him that we were meeting a client, which left me concerned that he was keeping our destination a secret because it would be a place I wouldn’t want to be.
When we pulled up to a club that read ‘Direction 96,’ which was lit up on a marquee above a green canopy that sheltered the entrance, my confusion began to set in. Given the time of night, I had no idea what was so important to bring us here.
Simon remained in the car as Mr. Colin assisted me out. I could only speculate that Simon didn’t join us because he was illegally parked and had to find a place to park the Mercedes. When we entered the club, the music was loud, which indicated that the place was in full swing. It wasn’t so overly crowded that we weren’t able to make our way through the crowd, but it was full enough that we had to search for a place to sit. Pulling a barstool out so that I could take a seat, Mr. Colin scanned the club before taking a seat next to me.
As I looked around taking in my surroundings, I admired the person that owned this place and the way it was tastefully decorated. It was definitely made for the upper scale patrons. The clientele was evidence of that as most of the men were in either suits or business-type attire. The women were also impeccably dressed.
As I continued to look around, I noticed the staircase positioned just at the end of the bar. More than that, I kept my sights on the man that was walking down the stairs. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was dèjá vu all over again. It was beginning to make sense why we were here. When our eyes met, he was well aware that I had been staring at him, but instead of coming over to where we were seated, he walked to the front of the bar. Mr. Colin already gave me one warning when I was looking at the people enjoying themselves, but I would risk getting caught just to have one more look at him. There was something about him that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of as he walked past.
When he came back my way he was in the company of two men who had serious looks upon their faces. Even Mr. Colin couldn’t keep his eyes off him. It didn’t take long until Mr. Colin rose from his chair heading in the direction of the staircase. I thought for sure he was going to find out what was going on, but instead he passed the stairs and headed to the back of the club.
Sitting alone, I couldn’t help but wonder what those two men wanted. I didn’t dare ask for fear that I would get punished later. Turning my body, I looked forward and sipped my drink until a masculine scent filled the air. Looking in the mirror across the bar, I watched the gorgeous, mysterious man take a seat beside me. As we began to chat, I was able to learn his name before Mr. Colin approached us. I knew he was angry based on the look on his face. His eyes were as cold as stone and fear crept inside me knowing that this time my punishment would be worse than anything that I had received before. Without so much as a word, Mr. Colin took hold of my arm and led me out of the club.
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What was I thinking? My eyes were swollen, and my face felt like every bone was shattered. When Mr. Colin told Simon to take care of it, I should have known that he wouldn’t have any mercy. My only thought as I looked at myself in the mirror was that I needed to get out of here. Dampening a washcloth with cold water. I placed it over my eye, hoping that it would help ease the pain. As for the rest of my body, I wasn’t sure there was any hope. Slowly, I removed my dress and turned to see the red marks on my back, knowing that soon they would turn into bruises. Even the task of removing my dress hurt.
Taking off the rest of my clothes, I carefully leaned over and turned the water on in the tub. As I waited for it to fill, just the thought of everything that I had been through entered my mind. The sadness took over and the tears began to fall. All I wanted was for my life to be as it was when I was younger. Back then, Mr. Colin was more of a father than a master. He really cared about me. Whenever I got hurt, he did everything he could to comfort the pain. Now, it was his joy to punish me. Even though he seldom hit me, he made sure that Simon followed through with my punishment.
Easing myself into the warm water, even the slightest movement caused me pain. I could only hope that the warmth of the water would help ease it. When I was finally settled, I could feel the soreness begin to decrease. The water alone wouldn’t have made my body feel better, but taking the advice of Milly, who was Mr. Colin’s housekeeper, I added a little Epsom salt with the milk and honey bubble bath.
Already I could tell the difference in how my body felt. Even though the bruising would take time to disappear, at least I would be able to move without giving any indication that Simon had gotten to me. My strength against him was my only outlet to show him that he would never break me.
The water was getting cold and I knew I had spent enough time in the tub. Tomorrow would be Friday, and I knew that Mr. Colin would be arranging another meeting. Fridays and Saturdays were his most profitable days of the week, leaving the rest of the week to train. Many times, I felt like I was nothing more than a high-priced prostitute. There was no way I would ever share this with Mr. Colin. The only difference was that the clients were handpicked and went through an extensive interview process, which included medical examinations and background checks. I guess in a way in it was his way of protecting his property. Another difference was that most of the clients Mr. Colin referred to as dominants. Just like him, they dictated every aspect of the evening and how it would play out. Sometimes it involved whipping and bondage, but mostly it was orders and commands. The worst part of it was some of the men were often rough, but not enough to cause any lingering marks. They all knew that their contracts would be voided if I returned with any marks on my body.
Slipping under my covers, I felt better than I did an hour ago, at least my body did. My mind was a different story. It felt broken, but more than that, it felt like it wasn’t my own. Everything I said and did was controlled by Mr. Colin. I never had the choices that every human should have. No choice to say no or yes, no choice to stay or go, what to wear, how to act. There had to be a way to escape, and if there was a will, which I had, then I needed to find a way out.
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Looking over at my clock, I stared at the red numbers as they changed with every minute. My mind was reeling with what to do, going over every option that would take me away from here. Just like an answer from up above, it came. I knew the only person who would be able to save me was Mr. London. All I needed to do was contact him, and the only way to do that was to get to Mr. Colin’s phone so I could get his number. The problem was getting it without him knowing.
Throwing off the covers, I went to the door and slowly opened it. Looking down the hallway, I could see that the coast was clear. I was certain that Mr. Colin would be in the living room, but I was going to take the chance that he wasn’t and that he would be sound asleep with his phone charging on his nightstand. Leaving the door open, I tiptoed down the hallway to his room.
When I reached his room, his door was slightly open, just enough that I could see he was sleeping in the bed with his back toward me. Turning my sights to the nightstand, as plain as day, his phone was charging. Pushing the door open, I opened it just far enough so that I could get through. It took some doing as I squatted down and made my way to the nightstand. Mr. Colin began to move so I held my breath and didn’t move. All I could do was pray that he wouldn’t roll over.
When he remained motionless, I quickly snatched his phone and began looking at his contacts. I would have thought for a man so cautious about everything else, he would have a security code on his phone; bad for him and good for me that he didn’t. Scanning his contacts, I found Xavier London’s number and began memorizing the digits since I didn’t have anything to write it on.
Getting what I needed, I quickly crawled backwards through the door and carefully pulled it back to where it was. Taking a sigh of relief, I thanked God that I didn’t get caught. I hurried back to my room to grab my phone.
Leaving everything behind and wearing only a sheer nightgown, I walked carefully down the hallway, past Mr. Colin’s room and down the stairs. I thought about just going out the front door, then realized that I would be caught the minute I opened the door. Heading to the kitchen, where the service entrance was located, I knew the chance of not being seen would be better.
The minute I got over the fence on the other side of the gate, I dialed Xavier’s number. As I caught my breath, I waited for him to answer. When I heard him answer, “London,” I desperately said, “Mr. London, I need your help.”
