Mind Games and D.I.D

62. Anything you want, Master...

Two hours later, Morgan found herself kind of enjoying Tony's comfort and warmth, although she would never admit it. She felt exhausted after putting everything into the experience they'd just had together, and she only did it to get on his best side and get him trusting her.

"That was amazing..." Tony smiled as she lay naked in his embrace.

"Yes, Master. It was," Morgan replied sweetly as Tony stared back into her eyes adoringly.

"I'm thinking about installing a couple of hanging cuffs, or maybe even a stripper pole for you. I mean, the room is big enough and you did say you wanted more entertainment," he said like he had been thinking about it for his own entertainment. Morgan forced a soft smile onto her face as she thought about how horrible those things sounded. Tony then leant in closer to her and spoke in more of a whisper.

"Or would you prefer a sex-swing?"
Morgan knew it didn't matter what she preferred, or even wanted. This was all a fantasy to Tony and he was going to have it his way.

"Anything you want, Master..."

"Good. This time next week, consider yourself entertained," he smirked.

"Mh," Morgan hummed, now knowing she definitely needed to be out of there by at least that time next week.

"Anyway, I've got to go," he stated before kissing her forehead as he got out of bed. She needed him to stay the night with her if she wanted to put her plan into action. So she thought back to when they were dating and remembered how much he loved getting his back rubbed. Tony had just pulled his pants back on and was sitting on the edge of the other side of the bed pulling his socks on. She then moved in close and came up behind him, rubbing her hands up his back and onto his well-defined muscular, shoulders. He let out a groan as she leaned in and pressed her naked body against his bare back while firmly pushing her fingers into his shoulder muscles.

"Stay with me, sir," she whispered longingly into his ear after he sat up straight. Tony turned around to face her, then gently put an arm around her and pulled her into him as he kissed her softly again. His arm then slid back, and his fingers gripped the back of her neck forcefully, pulling her back a few inches as he stared into her eyes.

"Beg me," he replied dominantly, which caught her off guard, but forced herself to go along with it anyway. She took a few hard breaths before putting on her best act.

"Please, Master. Please stay with me..."
Tony let the fingers of his other hand trace up her sternum and chest before gently levering her back for him to lean over her.

"Again."

"Please stay with me, Master," she forced out as he slipped his fingers onto her chin. He then leaned in close and wrenched open her jaw, staring at her in a tantalising way, before abruptly spitting into her open mouth, then pushing her jaw closed and kissing her lips.

"No," he answered as a sinister smirk crept across his face as he let her go and sat up again. The nauseous feeling abruptly flooded back as she laid there feeling worthless yet again.

"This has been fun. But I do have to go," he stated as he stood up then pulled on and buttoned up his shirt. "I'll be back after work tomorrow afternoon. It'll be a long day, so if you want me in a good mood, you had better prepare to overindulge me. Goodnight."

"Mh," Morgan just stared at the ceiling motionlessly. Tony sighed heavily at her silence.

"Do I need to force you to respond again?"

"No! Goodnight, sir," she replied carefully as Tony flung his tie and jacket over his shoulder.

"Good girl," he uttered before heading for the stairs and leaving once more. Morgan then rushed to the toilet to spit and dry heave as soon as she was alone again. Knowing it was hard to think about, but tomorrow she needed to try her hardest to make him stay. After purging his saliva from her mouth and rinsing with water, Morgan's eyes came to stop at a pack of cigarettes and the lighter that was sitting on the dressing table. After snatching them, she noticed a small handwritten note.

'Don't let me down. Xxx.'

"When the hell did he put these here?" She asked herself but didn't really care now she had a packet of cigarettes to hold her through the next day.

Back at Steve's, Ferrie glared at her phone as it began to ring.

'Calling: Martin.'

"Yeah?" She answered.

"Ferrie, I've just received a call from Julianne. She said she hasn't seen or heard from her daughter in a few days and is wondering where she is. Have you seen her?"

Ferrie sighed as she contemplated whether telling him the truth or not.

"Um, yeah. She's been at a mate's place, on a little bender. Her phone died without the charger, so that's why there has been no contact."

"Okay. So not to worry?"

"Everything is fine, dad. Talk to you later," Ferrie stated then abruptly hung up. Steve glared at her.

"Why'd you lie?"

"I don't want to cause them any more stress than necessary. Morgan has gone on days-long benders before, so her mother will believe that. Now, we just have to figure out what we're doing tomorrow and hope it just works out," Ferrie replied wishfully.

"Yeah, stakeout!" Steve stated with a grin.