Lindsay has the perfect life.
A doting husband, and
an adorable baby.
What will happen when the truth comes crashing down and she discovers everything is a lie?
Lorenzo is keeping a secret to protect himself and his son.
What lengths will he go...
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Tiffany POV
My knees were bruising and my back was aching. I don't even know how long I have been in this position. My submission position is what Henry called it and he was important to my training. Holding this position pleased Henry and my number one goal lately has been to please Henry.
He was fully in control of my life. At his suggestion, I had taken a leave from my job at the hospital, my job really wasn't that important anyways. My once shoulder length blonde hair was now dyed brown and I had extensions that went down to almost my waist. I had even lost a few pounds following his strict diet and exercise regime.
I told myself that Henry only wanted me to be healthy so I didn't mind waking up early to workout or swap out my go to snacks like chips and chocolate for fruits and veggies. I don't even want to think about the night that he had found out that I had ice cream for dessert. Let's just say it hurt to sit down for a week.
When I look at old photos of myself I can honestly say I look like a completely different person and as long as Henry was happy, I was happy. My new look pleased him. My submission pleased him. And when he was happy I got rewards like skipping a morning workout, or being able to have lunch with a girlfriend or call my Mom to name a few.
It might sound silly but I learned that those simple things that people took for granted were in fact privileges and could be revoked at any moment. I was allowed to call my Mom once a week, of course with Henry in the room and the call on speaker. Since my Mom and I had always been close I hated when my poor behavior resulted in missing a call.
I had missed my call last week because Henry came home earlier than expected and my lunch dishes were still in the sink. It was so careless of me and disrespectful to Henry. He worked hard all day and I couldn't even do something so simple like washing a few dishes. I was allowed to send my Mom a text telling her I had picked up extra shifts and would be too busy to call her, but in reality I spent my time trying to get back into Henry's good graces.
I wasn't going to risk my phone call this week so when Henry had sent me a text over an hour ago telling me to get into 'position one' I sent him a "yes Sir" and I immediately finished vacuuming the living room (which I was in the middle of doing when his text came through) and put the vacuum back in the utility closet.
I practically ran to the bedroom. I did my business in the bathroom and then stripped down and threw my dirty clothes in the hamper. I put my hair in a sloppy braid, I still hadn't quite mastered getting my hair into a nice neat braid but Henry would fix it when he got here. If I'm being completely honest I loved when he played, pulled and braided my hair.
I gave the bedroom one final glance. The bed was perfectly made. The dressers were dust free. The hardwood floors were freshly waxed which made them shine but I internally groaned because that would make me struggle to stay on my knees.
I had procrastinated long enough and I couldn't delay the inevitable anymore so I slowly started to get into my kneeling position. When my legs and bottom were on the slippery floor, I rested my hands, palms up and lowered my head.
