This is a continuation of Learning to Deal! Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Comment and rate and blah blah blah:) I love feedback and your predictions are always welcome!
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From_One_to_Another
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It was pitch black in the newest place Ella found herself in. The cold, dampness in the room was chilling her naked form to the bone. While she had been tied up against the 'X' on the wall hours ago the poor girl didn't think it could get much worse. She was quickly proven wrong. An unfortunate mixture of her new reality and imagined insanity was quickly closing in on her. 'He is going to have to come back for me eventually.... right?' Ella thought to herself. 'Oh my gosh what if he leaves me here to starve, or worse, comes back and.... and... how could this happen to me?' Another voice began in her mind. 'Calm yourself! He obviously wants you here for a reason just hold off until you find what that reason is.'
Her whimpers and shouts for help began. "Help me please!!!" Ella hollered as loud as her weakening voice could. "Please somebody!" she said, crying softly. "Please."
Her cries for help fell on deaf ears. Nobody was around to hear the bound girl beg from her new Master's dungeon.
When her pleas went unheard she opted for a more 'alternative' route. "Get your ass back down here and face me! I'm not fucking through with you! Untie me prick!" Again her 'heartfelt' shouts went ignored. At least for now.
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"Good morning Mrs. Harper, is Ella awake yet?" asked Daniel cheerfully, before noticing the redness of the woman's eyes and tear stains streaking her otherwise beautiful face.
"She's gone," Laney managed to croak out, her voice hoarse from a night spend shedding tears.
"Gone? What do you mean 'gone'? As in left or-?"
"I, I don't know. She hasn't been seen or heard from since last night. Alyss said-" she choked back a sob. "Alyss said she heard the door slam late last night and, and, I just don't know! She wouldn't purposely leave us, would she? This can't be happening." The distraught mother broke out into a hysterical fit of crying.
"Shhh, it's okay she will be back soon, I promise," Daniel attempted to console her. "I will find her."
"You-you what?" Laney hiccupped out. "You can't possibly even kn-know where to st-start."
"Shhh yes I can, I will find her. But I need you to breathe, that's it, it's alright." He held her tight and rocked her until she calmed.
"What is going on? Where is my baby girl?" Mauro burst through the double doors and into the study.
"She's gone Sir, we are going to look for her as soon as we can gather our resources," a young man no older than nineteen answered from behind him.
" 'We' are doing no such thing Aaron," Daniel replied. "I am going to find Ella. You are staying here and guarding Laney and the women in the house."
"With all due respect, there are others to stay. The more looking, the sooner we will find her," the boy argued back.
"Enough!" Mauro hollered over the argument. "Aaron you are staying here, Daniel we are leaving. Alyss!"
"Yes Sir?" the poor girl squeaked out through poorly hidden tears.
"Go make some food for Daniel and myself, we are leaving to find Ella. Please hurry," he added and suddenly felt sick to his core. His face paling, the man of nearly fifty barely made it to the chaise his daughter was snatched from hours ago, just in time to faint over it.
"Oh!" Laney yelled and begun another fit of harsh sobbing.
"Aaron come, we're going to find her," Daniel ordered.
With that, they were off to find his best friend, the joy of yesterday's events slowly fading into a distant memory.
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"LET ME OUT!" Ella screamed into the blinding darkness surrounding her. "Get your ass in here and face me, coward!" The 'refined' lady was certainly no stranger to profanity and chose to let it show. Vulnerability was definitely not her strong-suit.
Just then the heavy door creaked open. Although there was still no light in the room, she could sense his presence. Ella could feel him stalking through the room toward her and she raised her chin even higher, waiting for the lights and his dark eyes to burn into her bare skin yet again.
"Hello pet," his deep, coarse voice growled, inches away from her ear.
Not expecting him to be so close so quickly she jumped at the sudden sound.
"Why so afraid Little One?" he chuckled darkly. "What happened to you wanting me to face you little girl? You yourself asked me to come down here, now here I am. Are you prepared for what comes next?" His voice was calm and gentle, yet full of warning.
'Oh shit I did tell him to come down here. But I did say to untie me,' she thought to herself.
"I-I said come down here an-and untie me... If you're so good at listening, Evan, then-then untie me..." she argued weakly hoping he would comply.
"Now, now, pet. Where would the fun in that be?" he breathed in her ear, using his pointer finger to trailing down the side of her face and down the side of her neck. "Tell me, why would I do that?" he asked, tracing her collar bone and down the side of her breast, making he nipples harden instantly against her will.
"Because you know the consequences of your actions," Ella stated more confidently than she felt. "You know that somebody will come looking for me and you will be in-" she gasped as he grabbed her ass hard. "Stop touching me!" she said panicking at the effect his skilled touch was having on her.
"No," Evan simply stated, continuing his delicious assault. "You're mine. I'd suggest you get used to it. The sooner you grow accustomed to your new role, it will make things easier." He punctuated his sentence with another firm grasp of her vulnerable skin. With that he turned to leave. To leave her alone. In the dark.
'No, this can't be. He's not going to win. He can't.' She began panicking inwardly at the thought of being kept here alone yet again. 'Pick your battles, Ella, pick your battles. Stay strong,' she thought to herself.
"Please, please don't leave me here," she whimpered softly, half afraid for him to hear her.
Evan stopped at the door and without turning around asked with an evil sneer, "What was that, My sweet Ella?"
"I-I don't want to be left here... Alone... Please don't make me stay down here," Ella quietly replied.
He stood for a second in silence before saying, "You've yet to address me properly, pet, I don't know that I should reward such behavior." He turned to face her allowing her to drink in the sight of him in the dimly lit room. His fitted gray t-shirt and perfectly tailored, dark wash jeans hugging his lower half in all the right places took her breath away. Her body was beginning to turn on her once more.
'Stop thinking about him like that he's repulsive.' 'You're right. He's tormenting me. Another pretty face does not excuse this.'
"I'm waiting," Mr. Edmonds tapped his foot, displaying his impatience.
"I don't understand," she said meekly.
He stalked over to the wall that displayed all of his kinky torture devices. Deciding on a medium sized cane, he picked it up and walked back over to her. As the ruggedly handsome man traced her every line and curve with the tip of the cane he spoke slowly and softly to her. "Now then. I think we ought to help you remember then, shall we?" Without further warning she heard the swish and felt a slight sting on her right side.
'That wasn't so bad,' she thought. Before she could finish thinking it, the burning sensation flared hotly in a long red line.
"Ahhhhh!" Ella yelled at the sudden pain coursing through her skin.
"I see that got your attention didn't it baby?" he chuckled at her as she squirmed and pulled on her bindings.
"Please, stop," she asked him.
*Thwack* The cane connected with her soft, white skin not an inch below the first.
"Nooo!" Tears began flowing freely down her face and neck.
"Say it Ella," he all to sweetly said to her.
"Say what? I truly don't know I promise. Please," she lowered her head trembling and awaiting the next blow. When it didn't come she opened her eyes and peered up at him through her long eye lashes. What she saw next stunned her, he was staring at her confused.
'How can she not remember? I just told her not even 2 hours ago. Most women naturally say 'Yes Sir' why not Ella?' he thought to himself.
"Once again, I am 'Sir' or 'Master' nothing else. Am I understood little girl?" he said to her.
"Yes...." she said.
*Thwack* came the stinging burn yet again.
"Oww oh fuck ye-yes sssir." She stammered.
"Good girl," he soothed her with a smile, reaching out to wipe the tears and black mascara streaking her beautiful face. "There's a good girl. Are you hungry?" Evan asked as he untied her legs. He massaged out each kink and sore muscle with unnerving care. Once her arms were undone she collapsed into him; half from exhaustion and half from the almost awkward position she'd been in for quite some time.
"Oh yes," she said. Her eyes shot up as she realized her mistake. "Yes Sir I meant. I-I'm sorry please don't hurt me again," she said as she began crying again.
"Shhh baby. Don't worry. Next time you will be punished but I'll forgive this one."
He carried her across the dimly lit room to the large bed residing in the corner. Setting her down and covering up her naked, shaking form he told her, "I'll be back, sweetheart. Rest for a minute. You're going to need your strength." With that he handcuffed her to one of the posts and left to get her breakfast.
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When Mauro awoke and realized he had been left behind after his overwhelming collapse.
"Damnit!" he yelled remembering the gravity of his mistake.
Rushing off to his private study, he stormed in and locked himself in. Rustling through his papers he searched for a specific document dating back several years.
'Is it time already?' the disgruntled man questioned.
Finding his paper he called the number written on the back. Calling it he prayed there was some mistake.
"Hello?" a deep masculine voice answered.
"May I speak to Evan Edmonds please?" Mauro asked nervously.
"Speaking," he replied with more interest.
"Evan, it's Mauro. We need to talk about our agreement."
