You Will Be Mine(9)

So, that’s what I did. I squeezed a certain pressure point that can immediately immobilize anyone. He was all mine after that. “Jeffrey, I won’t tell you again. This sort of behaviour is unacceptable. Now, what do you say?”

“I’m sorry.”

I squeezed harder and heard him moan with pleasure. “Sorry, what? I think I missed the last word there.”

His eyes were closed, but I knew he was loving every moment.“Sorry, Mistress.”

I smiled. “That’s better. Now, are we going to be a good boy from now on, Jeffrey?”

His breathing was heavy. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you going to do what the lovely Belinda demands of you from now on?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better, Jeffrey.” Releasing his ear, he fell to the floor panting. “He’s all yours now, Belinda.” I greeted her with a big smile, and she winked at me. Just as I walked out the door, I heard Belinda belt him one. Ouch!

Beginning my journey down the stairs, I started to shake my head. Jeffrey Townsend was one of our extreme customers. He liked to be whipped, spanked, domineered, and severely humiliated. I do draw the line at having sex with customers, but I don’t mind helping out with the disciplinary side of things.

Jeffrey wanted me from the beginning. He said he sensed something about me that he liked. Maybe he saw my no-nonsense, domineering side. Whatever it was, I had said no, but I certainly didn’t mind helping him get worked up when the need arose. Belinda said he was always different once I came up there and dealt with his bad behaviour.

I was halfway down the steps when Matthew Broadmore appeared at the bottom. He was wearing a grey suit with a blue tie, and his black hair was slicked back with gel. His eyes twinkled as he spotted me, and he held his malt up to me in salute.

“Well, hello, Miss Murphy. You’re looking exceptionally tasty this evening.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Broadmore. You’re looking rather dashing yourself.”

“I’m eager to meet the lovely Melinda this evening.”

Looking around, I tried to see if I could find her, but it was to no avail. Just when I thought she wasn’t around, however, I spied her coming out of the ladies toilet.

“Ah, there she is. Melinda!” I shouted.

Immediately, she turned her head towards me and smiled. I immediately looked towards Matthew, and noticed his eyes widen in appreciation of her stunning looks. She was very tall and very elegant looking with the most amazingly long legs and sparkling blue eyes. It was her eyes which made her black hair stand out all the more.

“Clara, who’s this dashing young gentleman you have with you?”

That was it. She nailed it! I knew then he was completely smitten. “Melinda, I would like to introduce you to your new client, Matthew Broadmore. Matthew, this is the lovely Melinda.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Melinda offered her hand, and he took it, giving the back of her hand a kiss. Melinda blushed, and that had Matthew drooling all the more.

My work here is done.

“So, Matthew, would you like to have a drink with me at the bar? Or would you prefer we take our drinks somewhere a little more … private?”

Matthew could hardly contain himself. “I think I’d very much like to get to know you somewhere more privately—if I may?”

Melinda smiled sweetly and linked her arm with his. “Very well, Matthew. Come with me.”

I winked at Melinda as she stroked Matthew’s arm and led him up the stairs.



An hour or so later, I was at the bar, enjoying a glass of champagne when Jeffrey Townsend walked in. The transformation was amazing to see. A little over an hour before, he had been a pathetic little worm of a man, but after his “session,” he looked authoritative and confident.

“Mr. Townsend, have we enjoyed our evening?”

His smile said it all. “It has been a most pleasant evening. Thank you for asking.”

“Will you be staying for a drink?”

“I would love to,” he beamed.

“Bill, would you please get Mr. Townsend a whiskey? Neat, isn’t it, Jeffrey?”

“Yes, that would be perfect.”

Bill dutifully nodded and went to work fetching Jeffrey his drink.

“So, what’s been happening with you lately?” I watched as he sat upright in his chair and adjusted his tie a little.

“I’m celebrating a victory today. I’ve just been made Managing Partner at my law firm.”

Well, I never! For someone with a lot of power, he certainly likes to relinquish it once he gets here.

“Congratulations,” I said, holding up my glass to clink with his. “I bet this means more responsibility on your shoulders.”