I would watch from the window as he came from the high-rise across the street. He always had a copy of some financial newspaper tucked under his arm. ...e wore an expensive suit and I surmised that he must be a financial consultant of some kind. He was maybe early forties, casually handsome, with a hint of gray at the temples. He had the most beautiful, piercing light-green eyes I had ever seen. On two different occasions our eyes had met and locked together, but both times ended quickly with his. ‘Go and try to amuse Tom while I have a cosy chat with the housekeeper.’ A young woman then appeared. She was making her way down the steps and presenting an extremely sensual picture. Fiona was almost the same age as Tom having been born only a few months later but in very different circumstances. He was the only son of vastly wealthy man and heir to a fortune, but she was the daughter of their local vicar who relied upon his salary and a free house just to survive. Although living so near to. .I must have turned a few shades of red. This in turn made me even more embarrassed, so I looked away. I looked back up maybe half a minute later. He was watching the screen again. I couldn't take my eyes off his defined, bronzed, glistening muscles. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard! It was not like watching a girl and getting hard though. I felt weak in his presence. What the fuck was happening? Then I looked back up to his handsome face again. He was watching me. Although I. She fell to the floor."A slave speaks only when told to do so," the man on the pillows said."Slave, you're mad," she screamed at him. The man just looked at her and waved to the guard once again. This time two sets of hands grab her. One of the guards unhooked the chain while the other one hooked her still cuffed hands to a overhead hook. The one who had unhooked the chain reached up and ripped her top off. Her eyes widen when he raised a knife and placed it to her chest.With one quick cut her.