The Cowboy's Prize

Chapter 17

           

I needed to tell him everything about Alastair.  But not in his house where I couldn't escape if I needed to.  And yet if I gave myself an escape was that really giving him my complete trust?  If I needed to escape I could always call for a car.  But was I willing to bet on Scott?Was I willing to accept his need to ride that bull?  Was I willing to look past our current situation and look to the future? 

If I was, then I needed to explain.

I guess I didn't really need to ask myself if I was.  My heart already knew the truth.

I took a deep breath and looked Scott in the eye.  "I need to tell you about Alastair and I need to do it outside where I can breathe."

He nodded and grabbed my hand, dragging me out to the porch he sat me down in the long swing that was around the corner and away from the prying eyes of the road in the distance.  We looked out over the fields and his horses as they gently cropped the grass by the fencing rails in front of us.  There was something calming about the sight and being able to look at that rather than his expressions. 

This wasn't going to be easy and I didn't want Scott to think any less of me but I needed him to understand.

"You remember Alastair?" I asked.  Glancing his way quickly to see him nodding.  "Well he's not just a pompous asshole.  He's a Dom, but he's a sadistic fucker too and he decided I was going to be his Pet.  And I let him."

Scott's breath caught in his throat, but he nodded again and let me keep talking.

"At first I was flattered by his attention.  He was successful, moved in all the right circles, introduced me to the right people.  And after a whirlwind courtship I found myself being called his 'latest' toy by his close friends.  I didn't really mind because I didn't really know him well then." I stole a glance at Scott out of the side of my eyelashes and noted the solemn expression on his face.  I took a breath and continued.

"It wasn't until our first night together that I began to realize there was something fundamentally wrong with him.  Don't get me wrong," I reassured him.  "I know what a true Sub-Dom relationship is supposed to look like now... but then I didn't and he was never a true partner.  He was only interested control.  Complete and total control over his toys."

Scott frowned.

"I don't really think he sees the people in his life as human.  Merely playthings." I said sadly.  "Which is why I was saddened to see his new toy standing with his security detail."

"Those guys in suits with that kid?" Scott asked.

"Yeah." I answered.  "That young man is about the same age as I was when I met Alastair.  He likes them inexperienced.  He likes to train them his way." I said speaking from experience.  "Alastair wasn't my first relationship, but he was the last significant one.  And I'm fortunate I had other good ones to remember." Scott nodded and gave a quick smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Alastair recorded us... when we were together.  The last time before I wound up in hospital was the most extreme and he stopped it just before I passed out, after I'd given him permission to keep going."  Scott's mouth dropped and I could see he was struggling to stay still.

"I didn't know you could have a safe word.  I didn't know he wasn't supposed to take it that far and I didn't know how badly I was bleeding." I admitted.  "Like I said, I was young and naïve.  But Alastair's head of security was the one who took me to the Emergency Room and told him I wasn't strong enough for his games.  I'm grateful to him for that, but not enough to forgive him for sanctioning and expediting Alastair's behaviour.  Or cleaning up the mess."