Part One The polite chatter of the fete, the smell of cut grass, felt like a different world. Yesterday, David Warwick had been fucking her ass for the third time. Now she was expected to smile and inspect the cakes on the stall in front of her. “An obedient slut.” The words drifted through her head, and a familiar heat coiled low in her belly. Her anxiety wasn’t just about Tyson. His demands had kept her so busy that she...

Alison jumped out of the taxi and looked up at the building towering above her. The message had arrived two days ago and was so Tyson-like: “Meet Thursday, 2 pm, Hotel City, Room 1001. Don’t be late.” She smoothed down the pretty summer dress that she had bought specially. It had been a carefully judged purchase, attractive enough (she hoped) to please Tyson, not too expensive or sexy to incur Timothy’s displeasure. Under...

Part one It was Sunday afternoon, and Timothy had received a sudden and unexpected call from the Bishop. Then, like the obedient puppy he was, off he went on some important business. He would not be back till very late. Alison grimaced slightly at the sarcastic tone that she had used in her mind about Timothy's sudden departure. She was never sarcastic before, well, before Tyson came along. The handfork in her hand plunge...