The sound of us fucking filled the storage room. Monica was moaning loud as her nails gripped the table. I grabbed her hips harder and pulled her back...on it. Each time our bodies met, it sent small ripples, all over her ass. This was a revenge fuck plain and simple, for her leaving me in this place with these people. I began to get angry at her for all the frustration I went through. "You deserve this!" I shouted at her as I pulled back on her hair. "Yes! I do," Monica said. Her fat ass slapped. “Mr Lyndsey and I are retiring to my study, honey. Could you ask Bettina to bring our coffee through whenever she’s ready?”Lyndsey looked at Mason, thinking ‘Is this too soon? Can Mason survive my father’s scrutiny, who has been negotiating with billionaires and heads of state almost all his life?’Mason nodded, as if he had read her thoughts, and smiled back at her. His apparent confidence gave her a lift. She turned confidently back to her father.“I’ll see if Bettina needs help with luncheon,. At three months I gave her gold chain, with a lock pendent, not quite a choker. I explained the purpose of a day collar, intimate discreet, a secret only we two share, much like her markings, and lack of underwear. She was starting to understand the beauty of submission, the trust and power that she would wield over me should she put aside her defensives and fully commit. We had discussed the significance of being collared, and she knew that it was a very meaningful step. As meaningful as. ’ I look into those eyes as I speak, the upbeat of the music is making its way into his face. ‘I’m not sure how I would have left if it had been you instead of him,’ I pause then say, ‘I am not sure I would have left at all.’ That sentence does the work I hoped it would. His face lightens just as the clouds outside break up. The sun forces a pale, late afternoon ray through the dirty window and it hits our feet. The statement is not totally true, I know this is what he had hoped to hear and I.