Chapter 6 picks right up where 5 left off. Here we go!

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David had had enough! He'd been a patient man; more patient than he probably should have been, but now he had been pushed to his limit! He had Stanley pinned against the wall, squeezing him by his neck while Stanley cowered and begged David to let him go. They'd forget about the money, he said, now just wanting to get away and rethink this. He didn't know that David would resort to violence; he seemed too classy for that. But here they were. David, mad as hell and Stanley swearing that he'd just go away. But David didn't want to hear it.

"We're gonna take a walk. Just you and I." David said to him, and, just as he was about to take Stanley and shove him through the doors leading to the stairs, Olivia entered the hallway.

"There you are." She smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Shit! David thought, easing his hand off of Stanley's neck, and pivoting to face Olivia. "It's alright. You okay?" He said as he made his way over to her and palmed her belly lovingly as he put his other arm around her.

"Yeah, I'm just wiped out." She said quietly as she lay her head down on his shoulder.

"You wanna go home?"

"Can we? My back is killing me and I'm so exhausted."

"Don't apologize." He said and kissed her cheek. "Come on, I'll get our coats."

"It was nice meeting you…"

"Stanley." The man said as he silently thanked God. He nearly pissed himself, he'd been so scared.

"Stanley. Well, goodnight."

"We'll finish this tomorrow," David said to him. He left no room for Stanley to misinterpret his meaning, eyeing him hard before he took Olivia and left.

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A little later, in the limousine…

"So who's Stanley? Is he a business partner?" Olivia asked as she sat rubbing her neck. David offered to do it for her, starting on her shoulders and working his way up to her neck. Olivia sat, letting out a deep breath, and reveling in the feel of his hands massaging her flesh and working out the kinks. "Your hands feel amazing!"

"It's a gift." He smiled, as his hands continued and he thought of Stanley.

"So… If I would have known that upon our first meeting, I surely would've asked for more than a measly hundred grand! See the way I see it, you owe me! I risked my job; my very freedom to provide you a service, and I just want what's mine…"

"...so who is he?"

"Stanley?" He said as he kissed her cheek. "He's just an associate I needed for a job. Now, why don't you relax, and let me take care of you?"

In L.A.

"So, fiance, huh?" Nick said, referring to the guy who was entertaining Zara on the terrace as he brought more dishes into the kitchen area. He emptied them as Maria put them in the dishwasher, eyeing him while she worked.

"I know what you're going to say." She smiled, nervously.

"And why do you assume that I'm gonna say anything?"

"Because I know you. You think he's a child molester or a drug addict, or some dreg of humanity."

Nick started to laugh. " I don't."

"You lie."

"Look," he took her hands in his and sat her down on the barstools. "I know that we didn't end things exactly...amicably"

"That's an understatement." She said with laughter.

"But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy for you." He said as he looked out at Zara and Blair out on the terrace. "He seems like a good guy."

"He is. A really good guy."

"Zara seems like she likes him."

"She does...um, that's what I wanted to talk to you about actually."

"About…?"

"Zara. ...Blair and I are getting married in May, and we're gonna be taking an extended honeymoon."

"How "extended" are we talking? I mean, if you guys need me to have Z for a couple of months…"

But Maria suddenly got quiet.

"Maria?"

"Nick...we're gonna be gone a year. And I want you to take her." She said as Nick looked at her.

Stanley entered his apartment and locked the door, then turned on the lights and leaned against the door for a moment before he staggered across the room to the kitchenette. Nervously, he opened the cabinet and fumbled around for a bottle of whiskey. When he found it, he pulled it from the cabinet and grabbed a mug from the counter; he didn't care about a proper glass at this point, he just needed to get the liquor into him and poured out a generous amount into the coffee mug. He immediately put the mug to his lips, and without another thought, he turned it up. Draining it in just a few greedy gulps in which there was overflow from the sides of his mouth, he filled it again before he went to his couch and sat.

"We're gonna take a walk, Stanley. Just you and I."

Even thinking about it made him want to throw up...well; almost. This was good whiskey, after all. But still, he got so nervous that he took another huge drink from the mug.

He'd messed up. "You didn't think, and it almost got you… Hurt? Killed? No. He wouldn't kill you." He thought, then rethought his original conclusion. "Would he?"

It was one o'clock in the morning as David went down to the kitchen when everyone was asleep. He sat there in the dark, in his pajamas and robe, drinking a glass of milk and just thinking about what had gone down earlier tonight.

He couldn't believe that this Stanley character had just shown up like that to his damn benefit. How the hell did he even get in? David wondered as he sat and drummed his fingers against the cool marble countertop while he sipped his milk.

He remembered that day at the doctor's office when they finally got the test results. Olivia was so nervous, and she sat squeezing David's hand as the doctor came into her office and sat behind her desk.

"I've got some good news; both babies are healthy, there are no abnormalities."

"Thank God!"

"I told you they'd be fine." David said and kissed her quickly on the lips. But she was still worried about the paternity aspect and turned back to the doctor.

"What about the other test; the…"

"Paternity?" Dr. Harman smiled. "Olivia, you don't have to be embarrassed. And you'll be happy to know that David is the father."

When Dr. Harman said those words, it was like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, even if the results had been…

"Hey, I thought you were asleep." He said to Olivia who had just come into the kitchen and turned the light on, getting a fright.

"David!" She cried out, putting her head down with tears in her eyes. He immediately got up and put his arms around her.

"Queenie, baby, I'm so sorry!" He apologized.

"You're going to frighten me into labor! Jeez!" She said as she tried to calm the baby, who was now ridiculously active. "It's okay little one, it's just daddy." She said as David joined her, rubbing his hands on her belly. "What are you doing sitting here in the dark?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came down for a glass of milk. I thought you were sleeping."

"I was, but tell that to your son. He got me up to pee and now I'm… well, I was hungry, but I guess I'm not anymore."

"What do you say we go to bed, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep?"

"Sounds good." She said as they left the kitchen, she in his arms.

He would not let Stanley ruin his family!

Amanda

He fucked me all night, keeping me awake to feed his perversions. I'd been fucked nearly unconscious as he did things that the old me would have been made sick, but the new me, this person that they'd turned me into; although disheartened that I had to do these things, I couldn't help but be excited. That's what got to me the most; that in the months since arriving here, I liked most of the things that were done to me. I know that it's rape, but still, and though I shamefully admit it, God, I've learned to crave most of it. It was conditioning.

And when Damian was on me; in me, I came so many times, while working him so good, there was no question as to if he'd buy me. Just a matter of when. I was a pro at not only taking it, but giving it as well, and not just to Master, but to the many guests that I've entertained over the months. But I guess it didn't matter to my master. Because just that fast, as much as I was hoping to stay and eventually find my way out of here, I got my answer as to when I'd be bought and was sold to Damianand taken the following night.

I don't know what happened. But one minute, we were at dinner and the next, it's morning, and I wake up in this strange, yet beautiful room. It was done up in the Baroque period, all of it. From the paintings and rugs, and the ornate style of the room to the massive canopy bed draped in silk and rising almost to the ceiling that was elegantly trimmed, like the rest of the room, in gold.

It was so quiet, I was afraid to get out of bed. I sat back against the golden, intricately carved headboard and held the covers as tears came to my eyes and made their way down my cheeks before I could stop them. Why was this happening to me? I wondered, not daring to voice my thoughts out loud.

I looked around the room. No one else was here. It was just me, in this big bed, in this room, with the drapes to the French-door-style windows of which I counted three, all of which were on one side of the room and covering the entire wall. They were all open, the drapes, letting in the beautiful sunlight and for just a moment, I was reminded of the first time I went away with Thomas to Paris. I woke up in a room just like this one.

"You; God help me, are the only man I want! Body, soul and mind, I want you and I'm yours!"

"I love you" he replied simply

"Don't say that if you don't mean it, my heart can't take it." I begged, he quickly moved and put me on my back, climbing on top of me.

"I thought I made it clear that you are never to doubt me

"Can you blame me?"

"I guess I'll just have to prove myself," he said and pushed himself inside me with one hard thrust, causing me to gasp at the intrusion and moan his name.

"You're mine Amanda, and I'm never letting you get away from me!"

If only I'd had some idea that my life would be rocked by this man.

"No time for reminiscing, Amanda!" I told myself. I had vowed a long time ago to make Thomas pay. But right now, I was suddenly reminded that the French doors might unlock. And just that fast, now unafraid of getting out of the bed, I jumped up and ran across it to the middle window and pushed and pulled at it.

"They're locked." I heard a voice say, and jumped, startled nearly to death. I hadn't noticed that the door to the room had opened and Damian had stood there watching me before he came in the room, clad in just a robe, with no shoes and staring at me. "And they are shatter-proof, in case you get any ideas."

Embarrassed, I looked down. Of course they are, Amanda. Why wouldn't they be? I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him, but I knew better and I wouldn't talk unless spoken to. But Damian didn't speak. Instead, he'd walked over to the armchairs that were situated by the fireplace, and took a seat, staring intently at me as I was frozen by the windows, my hand still on the handle. Damian was looking at me so fixedly that I grew goosebumps all over. It didn't even register with me that I was wearing nothing more than a floor-length, sheer white gown with nothing on underneath, but I didn't flinch. My modesty had left me a long time ago and I just wanted some sign that it was okay to move.

"A few ground rules." He said as I stood, still by the windows. "You are free to move around the house your discretion. None of the doors are locked. And there are three floors here that you may travel at your leisure."

At the compound where we were all kept. We were only allowed to travel the first floor and a portion of the grounds unless we were summoned to masters suites.

"You won't be entertaining other men. There's just me. I have a very high, very...freakish sex drive, and I expect you to service me whenever I need it. Which will be often. As you know, I like to push the normal limits of pleasure and I'll often make you cum until you pass out. Where your job comes in: I have never been taken to that point of pleasure; to be so consumed by bliss that it becomes unbearable. But you have ...talents that I'd like to explore. I usually give my slaves a month to achieve this. If you take me there, it will buy you another month."

"Another month? To…?"

"To live." He said nonchalantly as if he were discussing the weather. But it was all I could do to keep my mouth closed. "So, over the next thirty days I expect you to bring out all of your tricks. Now, take off that gown, and walk over here." Damian said to me as he never took his eyes away from me, even as he began to stroke his erection. And I looked at his face to see if he was kidding about the thirty days. But I saw no hint of joking in his eyes.

Was he serious? I wondered. But not wanting to anger him, I immediately took my arms out of the sleeves and allowed the gown to drop to the floor around my feet and began to walk over to him but he stopped me halfway.

"Crawl." He said simply. Authoritatively. "Slowly." He added as I got down on my hands and knees to crawl to him.

I didn't hesitate. That's the number one thing that was drilled into us: Never hesitate when your...do I call this new man my master? I wondered as I slinked my way over to him. He was, after all. But how would he like to be addressed?

"Yes… worth every penny." He said admirably as he grabbed the rings in my nipples and pulled them, then did the same with the one in my clitoris as I hissed from the sensations. My breast hadn't been emptied all night and started to leak as I felt myself getting wet. "Start at my feet. I want to feel this pussy on every part of me!"

Betrayal, a change of heart, secrets revealed and more. Stay tuned!