The walk between the church and Tyson's home was not long. After all, the vicarage where Alison lived was next to the church, and Tyson's home was beside that. However, although she walked briskly, driven forward by her anger at being told to do something she didn't want to, it still gave Alison time to think. What really ground her gears was how the parishioners still didn't really accept or respect her as the vicar's wi...

The following morning, Alison spent a very long time in the bathroom, not getting ready, but just staring at her reflection, both hands leaning on the sink. She didn't look any different. Well, there were bags under her eyes, but that was because it had been so difficult to sleep. However, even if she did not look it, she felt completely overwhelmed. She could not shift from her mind the image of kneeling on Tyson's carpe...

As Alison had told herself repeatedly, it had to stop! And stop it appeared to. At least Tyson did not call again, and two weeks slowly passed. What Alison had no idea of was that Tyson was away fighting. He had a two-week camp, followed by the bout. The fight was over in less than three rounds. Tyson connected with a beautiful upper cut, and as usual, no opponent could recover from that. A flurry of punches later, the re...

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...

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 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...

Part One The words appeared on the screen with no greeting, no apology, just the message. “At training. Need you. Come now!” Then there was the address of the gym. Alison stood in the kitchen with her hands still damp, the tea towel bunched in her fist. Oh God, he must be hurt, she thought. She felt a thrill that he needed her, a thrill that he had reached out to her. Not Laura, her! Behind her, the tap dripped into the w...