Chapter Sixteen – The Abyss
Eric made his way home from Rose Noire alone. When he made it inside he went straight to her room. He saw the discarded outfit she'd worn to the club. The room looked like someone had left in a hurry. He hadn't really expected her to be there but he had held out some hope that he'd be able to catch her and talk this through. He went back down to the great room. He made himself a stiff drink and sat down on the couch. Somehow, it felt colder and emptier without her.
This girl had gotten into his heart, as much as he had fought the idea of ever being able to allow someone into his life, she, above all others had. Now she was not here, not a part of his life and furthermore, he had no idea how to get her back. He could easily say that it had been her idea for his previous slave to fuck him and while he had been turned on by watching her finger herself, he should have been in more control of himself to say; 'thanks, but no thanks'. He was a man who was always in control, but somehow, that night he clearly wasn't.
Cass had showered as soon as she got back to her apartment. She stripped herself of everything that she could that reminded her of him, her Master, her Daddy. His only remaining mark was the collar that was still locked around her neck. As her fingers touched the cool steel, it brought no comfort, as it had when he had placed it there. The thought of it having ended this way completely crushed her. She knew it would end at some point because it was only a contractual arrangement. He hadn't ever made any kind of show that he wanted it to continue. He never said he wanted it to end, but it had, and it had ended badly. Now, sitting on her couch, in her pajamas, she was back to square one. She still couldn't pay rent and because she'd left a day before the contract was supposed to end, she'd not be entitled to the million dollars he had promised her.
Neither of them slept a wink that first night. When dawn broke they both were still on their couches. Who was really to blame? Was it Cass, for insisting that the slave fuck her Master, and her letting Stefan fuck her? Or was it Eric, for taking her to the Club at all, or not having more control of the situation? Most would say it was a little bit of both. But how would this end? Who would make the first move? Or would either make a move at all? Both seemed crippled by their loss. The person who would make the first move was the one person who loved them both, who knew that they both loved each other. It was Liz.
Liz had seen the train wreck before it happened. While she was somewhat of an innocent bystander, she knew that Cass loved Eric and was totally devoted to pleasing him in every way. She knew that Eric loved Cass like no other person she had ever seen him with. So on Sunday morning, after not sleeping herself all night, she went to Eric's penthouse. She knocked on the door. After what seemed like an hour, he answered, still in the black jeans and shirt he had worn the night before. His hair was disheveled his face was covered in stubble from the night's growth of his beard. He looked like shit. This was not him.
"She's gone Liz. She's gone and for the life of me, I don't know what to do." He said with his head in his hands.
"I know Eric, but this can't end this way. It just can't." She said, trying to make him see.
"But I screwed this up. How the fuck could I have let this happen? I'm a fucking idiot!" His anger rising to the top.
"Look, you both have some blame in this. I'm sure I can talk some sense into her."
"Do you think you can? Really?" His eyes fixed on her response.
She took her boss into her arms and held him. She'd never seen him this way but absolutely expected it from him today. The Eric that she'd known for years was the guy who never took a minute off from work, he'd missed days at a time when he'd been with Cass. She'd never would have thought of him as a family man, but seeing him with her, she thought that someday, he would be bouncing children off his knee. No something was definitely different about the man he was now, and that could only be explained by having had her in his life.
"Yes Eric. I think giving her time to think about what happened and what she misses about being with you, she will come around." She said, trying to convince herself too.
Eric went into his study. When he returned he handed Liz an envelope. "Would you give this to her. It's the key to her collar and a check for the money she earned from the contract. Please give it to her and explain that I don't want it to end, but if she does, I understand." He ran his hand through his tousled hair.
"I'll take it now and let you know what she says. Just keep yourself together, she needs you to be strong Eric and so do I." She gave him a kiss and went out the door.
Chapter Seventeen – A Proper Thrashing
Cass had gotten up and taken a shower. Out of habit she had done all of her morning rituals in preparing her body. When she had gotten to the point where she would go and wake up her Master by worshiping his cock, she fell to her knees and started crying. She felt empty inside. She fingered his collar, it didn't help. She curled in on her knees and pushed her arms up over her head. Her Master had taught her that position and told her that it would allow her to re-focus her thoughts. That helped some, but still inside she lacked something. It was him. She lacked him. For the past three months, every day, he had been her focus, his needs, his rituals, his pleasure. Her needs and desires were always secondary and controlled by him. He'd always seen that she was taken care of, she'd never gone long without him tending to her needs.
She laid naked on her bed, she ran her hands over her body. With her eyes closed, she tried pretending that her hands were his, exploring her eager body. Her fingers teased her nipples that were peeking with her gentle touch. She felt a light surge of need pulsing in her clit. While her fingers teased her nipple rings, her other hand slid down her tight belly, towards her clit. Her fingers slipped through her folds, picking some moisture and bringing it back to her clit. Her finger tickled the bar that was pierced through her clitoral hood. She felt a tickling sensation and her clit pulsed. Cass thought, if these were his hands, I would be begging for release already. But she was left with an empty feeling, one that would not allow her to climax. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Her phone pinged with a text message and it startled her. Maybe it was her Master, telling her to come home. She rolled over and picked the phone off the bedside table. It was from Liz. She wondered now if she was upset with her too.
Cass, I'm on my way over. We need to talk. I have some things for you. Please tell me it's OK. Love Liz.
She didn't seem mad. Liz had always been someone she could talk to, who understood what she had been going through when she signed the service agreement with Eric. Maybe she could help me get past the way she was feeling. She punched in her reply;
I will leave the door unlocked. I need to talk to someone, and I'm afraid you're the only one who will understand. Thank you. Love Cass.
Liz was glad she had gotten a reply. Now if she could just get Cass to listen to what she had to say, maybe this could all be fixed.
When Liz got to Cass's apartment, her door was unlocked as she had been told. She entered and found Cass in her bed, curled up. She went and laid down next to her and just held her for a while. The two had shared many intimate moments since they had met three months ago, but this was more of a bonding moment. Cass cried and Liz just held her, no words were spoken, she just provided comfort to her friend.
After Liz felt she had calmed a bit, she asked. "Cass, what are you planning to do?"
"I don't know. I need to find a job, so I can pay the rent, but I just can't focus. I'm lost Liz. I'm lost without him." She started crying again. Liz pulled her closer.
"He sent a check for the money he owes you for the contract. You don't need to work." She consoled her.
