Her Reality and His (Closed for MoMadness and AmbrosiaCaress)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I'm sorry Miss Sable" She required all her employees to call her Miss Sable. For her, it was a sign of respect, and she demanded respect. It was also a sign of the small, but important fact, that she was the Boss, without question. She demanded loyalty, and she paid damned good money to get it.

To say she was "unhappy" with the current turn of events did not even begin to cover it.

It took Sable a long, long, long time to trust anyone. Really, she did not trust ANYONE completely. But Ben Stephensen, her current, and about to be former Bodyguard, was one of the people she had begun to trust. He had been with her for 4 years. Since the beginning of her career actually.

Her career.

Sable Gem, 25 years old, and currently one of the biggest stars on the planet. Her last 3 movies had all been huge blockbuster hits. She was wanted, desired, for almost any movie role. Studios begged her to come work for them. Directors begged her for a mere cameo if nothing else. Other stars implored her to take a part in their movies, thus guaranteeing it would be a hit. She was a wanted woman. A HUGE Star.

Never mind that she was unconventionally beautiful. One would think, if having not seen her, that she was the classic movie star beauty, the blonde bombshell like Pamela Anderson had once been. Or maybe the girl next door prettiness that was Emma Stone. But Sable was neither of those things. She was striking. With a mane of midnight black, and it was natural, NOT colored, and eyes as dark to match. Her skin was flawless, smooth, silken. Her body, so close to perfect. And, she had talent. ALOT of talent.

Sable:


Right now tho, she was leveling those intense dark eyes at her about to be former Bodyguard, Ben. No, he hadn't done anything wrong, other than fall in love and get married. And now his wife had the audacity to get pregnant. PREGNANT! Sable could only shake her head. What the hell had he been thinking. But, it was done, and the baby had arrived. Little Sally Stephensen. Sable almost cringed at the name, but she kept her mouth shut on that. It wasn't the baby's fault she got saddled with such a horrible name. But now, Ben was unable to travel, unable to meet the "always available" requirement that went with working for a Star such as she was.

SHIT.... This meant she needed to hire another Bodyguard. The thought just, well, pissed her off even more.

"Sorry does not even begin to cover it Benjamin" She always used a person's formal name when she was unhappy with them, which, let's be honest, was most of the time. "Just take your final pay and go, we are done". She was not about to get all maudlin over this. Go, get out, she was done.

Ben knew that look. He often wondered just what it meant, but in his 4 years with her, he had learned to read her somewhat. Not well, she was good at hiding her feelings, among other things. But he knew there was something, he just could never put his finger on it. He had found some, let's just call it paraphernalia, that lead him to believe that she enjoyed some of the more "extreme" aspects of sexual gratification. He knew she was not a virgin. He had escorted more than one "gentleman" from her hotel and/or home. But Ben was a good man, and just kept it to himself. Who was he to judge. But, truth be told, he was kind of glad his "relationship" was over with Sable. Kristie his wife never cared for her, and with Sally in the picture... yeah, it was time.

She took more than an hour to get her anger under control before summoning her assistant Bethany. "I need you to screen and hire a new Bodyguard. You know the drill, you know what I need, see to it and get it done NOW. I'm due in New York City next week and I need him there" "Yes Miss Sable" Bethany nodded. She had been working for Sable for 2 years. She knew what was needed, and the agency they used was reputable, never mind the fact that to work for Sable Gem, well she'd have a man in place within 24-48 hours.

After dismissing the girl, Sable poured herself a drink. The urge was there again. Gnawing at her. "NOPE" she shook her head almost violently. That urge always seemed to manifest when something upset her and this, her Bodyguard leaving, this upset her.

"NO" she again intoned, taking "that" tone of voice, as if demanding to be left alone. But she already knew, she was going to have to do something.

She was angry enough over Ben leaving to take it to the Club...

The Club... Club Whipping Post...

This was a well known BDSM club in the Center of Los Angeles. Many celebrities frequented this Club, celebrities that obviously did not care about their image. Or thought, being seen here would maybe enhance their image. They actually were making fools of themselves, at least in Sable's opinion. They never "did" anything there but gawk at the "real" patrons and what they were doing. Sable would never be caught DEAD there, well, she would never be "caught".

She had a reputation, of being charismatic, intelligent, witty, easy to approach, easy to talk to. Her fans LOVED her. The Country LOVED her. Hell, the World LOVED her. If they ever saw this side of her, the fallout would be... catastrophic. Never mind she would be humiliated to her core and that, that... she was not sure she could even deal with that. To say that was her worst fear.... But, she also "needed" to do this, to keep her "demons" at bay.

The good thing about Club Whipping Post was the fact that it was not unusual to be masked while there. It often heightened the thrill, the mystery, the allure, the depravity of what the Club, and what went on inside, was all about. Sable always went there masked, and alone. No one knew she frequented this "establishment" Not Ben, not Bethany, no one.

Tonight was a night she would need to visit the Club. To satiate that hunger inside her. And to quell the anger that Ben had left and she was going to have to deal with a new Bodyguard. Just the thought ......

Dressed all in black, she was a sight to behold. Her raven mane braided down her back, the top she wore, clung to every curve leaving little to the imagination. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Hung from her hips a long black skirt, that met with her spiked heeled ebon leather boots. And, as always, the black mask that hid her face, other than her eyes and lips, eyes as dark as a moonless night, lips, glistening moistened pink.

As she stepped in, it was relatively "quiet" it being a Sunday night. That was OK by her. She could concentrate better. In the darkness, her gaze fell upon Jerry. Jerry was a regular at the Whipping Post. He was submissive, very very submissive. That was what Sable needed. All she had to do was whistle loudly enough and Jerry heard her. He was at her feet in an instant, bowing to run his quivering lips over the leather of her boots. "Mistress" he purred. Sable let her own eyes close for a moment before she stared down at him. "Dante's Room.. Now" .....

By the time she had finished, Jerry was whimpering, crying and begging for more. No, she had not "hurt him" that was not what this was about. The pain he had felt and was still feeling was what he wanted, what he needed. Sable, her breath catching every time he moaned, begged, orgasmed and begged for more at her feet, felt her own hunger begin to wane, for now. As if she were "living, feeling" thru him. And no, she did not fuck the pliant Jerry. His orgasms can via manual manipulation or toys and nothing more. This was not about "fucking" for Sable. She could never bring herself to fuck a submissive.

But, she was not sure how long this would satisfy the craving.

Once back home, she drank, a bit too much. It was nearly 5am when she fell asleep. When Bethany checked on her at 10am, Sable demanded to be left alone for the day, "demanded" being the kind way of saying it. She nearly brought Bethany to tears. "I'll tell her about the new guy tomorrow" she said to herself. She knew better than to bother Sable when she was like this. Losing Ben had really done a number on her, but then again, any kind of change really did a number on her. "She really needs to find a man" Bethany reasoned to herself.

Oh if it were only that easy......

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Bethany paced the room. Of all her responsibilities, she hated this one the most. Interviewing people was not her thing, not her forte, certainly not her strength. But, is was part of the job, a job that paid her well. She would do what she had to do. But this was the first time she had to bring in a body guard. Ben had been with Sable when Bethany was hired.

Well, it wasn't like she was going to be asking him the standard interview questions. She had all the information in front of her.

Former Navy Seal - 10 years service <check>
Security to several B-Lister Musicians and various Producers <check>
Bodyguard to Reid Brawn... Saved Reid Brawn from assassination <double check>

She had all the information about Mrs. Brawn's untimely death and Reid ultimately blaming and hence, firing, what was his name again, oh yeah, Titus... Titus Porter. Bethany already knew that Sable would actually "like" that aspect. NOT that the woman had been killed, Sable was not that bad in her views. But that the bodyguard had done exactly what he had been hired to do, protect the client, and the client in that particular instance was Reid Brawn. Really, if the wife needed protection, a 2nd body guard should have been hired.

And judging by the photo provided, he certainly "looked" the part of body guard, even moreso then Ben ever did.

Damn he is attractive, Bethany thought to herself. She glanced at her own reflection. Would he even be interested in such a plain "jane" as she. Plain Bethany, that was how she felt at times when around the exotic beauty that Sable was. Bethany was, in fact, far from plain. It was just how being around Sable made most people feel. At least the women.

Bethany


The agency had sent over several dossiers on potential candidates, but this Titus guy, yeah he fit the bill. And Bethany really didn't want to spend the entire day talking to these guys. She needed someone, and needed someone fast. He fit that criteria.

Bethany hadn't expected Sable to show up, not after her outburst just an hour before. But, unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for Bethany, Sable had been unable to go back to sleep. That feeling was already gnawing at her again. Even a brief stint with her favorite vibrator had not ceased that incessant building and frankly, it was beginning to piss her the hell off. So, she showered, dressed, casually... tight jeans, white tee, black blazer, long hair pulled back in a ponytail... she had no real formal interviews or meetings today, just paperwork, GOD she hated paperwork, so there was no need to be all "primped" up. Actually, it was one of the things fans liked about her, that casual nature she tended to show.

"Well, did we get a body guard or what???" she announced as she made her way into her office. Bethany, trying to get over the shock that Sable was even there.

"Um, well, I was about to speak to the first candidate the agency sent over Miss Sable"

"Fine, I'll sit in and listen"

Oh that's just great. This would make Bethany even more nervous.

"Let me see the paperwork"

A quick perusal and she looked up, eyes squinting just a little "Oh great, a muscle head. Just what I need. I hope the Ape has half a brain"
But, Sable did make a mental note that he indeed had protected his client, even to the detriment of said Client's wife. THAT is what he had been hired for. THAT was what she needed.

Bethany just cringed. Sable was obviously not in the best of moods. Just wonderful.

"Well, bring him in and do your thing. This is your job after all" Sable waved her hand dismissively to Bethany and sat back to observe.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sable watched the entire proceedings intently, but she stayed quiet. This was Bethany's job, let her do it. There were 2 men lead into the room. Sable recognized Kenny, a squirrely man, "agent for the protection of the stars" or some such bullshit. She didn't like the man. He was nothing more than a salesman and when he dared approach her, she nearly cringed. This was what she needed a bodyguard for. But the other guy, this Titus Porter, the actual candidate. There was something about him. She could not quite put her finger on it. Almost like a weight in the room, or a heat, or cold, or just... something... And Sable was finding it a bit unnerving. As she listened to Bethany pepper him with questions, bat her eyes, lick her lips, cross her legs, the girl was shameless in her flirting, she almost.. ALMOST.. stopped it. What was it about this man, that seemed to slither thru the room like a snake and almost want to wrap around her?

As she was about to halt the entire interview and send Kenny and Mr. Porter away, wait, why had she thought of him "that" way? She called EVERYONE by their first names. She had chosen to never give any of her staff the dignity of a Mr. or Mrs, or Miss. That was for HER only.

Sable almost shivered for a moment, lost in these thoughts that had suddenly invaded her mind.

Almost absentmindedly, she waved both Kenny, the man, and Bethany out of the room. She did not even want to "think" his name again. The interview was obviously over. She just wanted him to be GONE.

What the hell was the matter with her.

Standing up, she was again about to call Bethany back into the office to tell her to tell him the offer had been rescinded or was about to be rescinded, when her cell phone rang.

Her private cell phone.

"Hey Sugar Plum"

It was her Step-Father, Lawrence. She absolutely refused to call the man Larry and Dad was out of the question. She would not even have called her own father "Dad" if that had been an option. Thank Heavens it was not. Her own father had been dead for the past 6 years. The bullet in his head had ended that nightmare of a man. It was something that Sable never ever ever spoke about. The topic was forbidden on every level. She kept him, and the manner of his death, buried. For all intents and purposes, Lawrence was her father. He had married her mother when Sable was still Sandra... Sandy. Oh GOD, that name. Sandy. Goody Two Shoes Sandy. He had married her mother when she was 9 years old. Not that it had helped keep her safe from her real father. Her mother was woefully unable to do that. And Lawrence was too much of a simpleton to have any real clue to what was happening.

Oh she really did not need to deal with this. The only reason he ever called, and called her "Sugar Plum", the name made her gag, was when he wanted money. "Yes Lawrence, how much? 25 grand. I'll have my assistant wire the money today" Sable gave up wondering what the money was needed for. As long as they kept their mouths shut on her, she was happy and for the most part they did. Lawrence had no real idea about Sable's real father, and her mother, well, her memory was gone from the constant beatings she had endured. She was lucky she could even remember being married before Lawrence. IN fact, she really could not. Sable kept them well housed, with their own security that Bethany managed. Benjamin had been part of that too. She supposed this new guy would need to be, at some point. There was not much to it. Couple of shifts, keep an eye on the house and them, provide what ever was needed, groceries, etc. It was a cushy gated community near Miami Florida, and a cushy job for the crew. They were paid well and had been on the job for several years now. Thank GOD she didn't have to worry about that.

She sent a quick text to Bethany about the wire transfer.

IN the meantime, Bethany had come into the room. She nodded to Kenny and presented the requisite paperwork. Employment contract, non-disclosure agreement, the requirements, the pay. It was pretty standard stuff. She couldn't help but stare at the man, GODs he was GORGEOUS she thought to herself with a little sigh...

It couldn't hurt to slip him her number. Maybe he'd call. Bethany imagined Miss Sable wouldn't be too happy if they started dating, but he was too damned gorgeous to not at least give it a try.

"Here is my card. You will find both my cell for work and my private number on there. Also, in red, is Miss Sable's cell. She refuses to have any kind of business card and the number there is not identified as hers, just in case someone else gets ahold of it. Please do not call her unless she or I request you to. But you can call me.... anytime" Bethany was nearly purring now.

Sable, she was not as enamored of that bodyguard as Bethany was... in fact, between that new Bodyguard and now her idiot stepfather, Sable could barely deal with the myriad of emotions that were racing thru her. All she kept seeing in her mind was that snake, slithering across the floor towards her, a snake she could NOT seem to get away from. But it was done, he was hired. She could just fire him if she had to. She didn't need to be friendly with him. Hell she preferred to just NOT talk to him at all for that matter. She would deal. But... the idea of dealing was causing it's own issues.

She desperately needed release. She needed to... well she knew what she needed to do. She didn't WANT to. She paced her office, inwardly commanding herself, nearly screaming at herself that she DID NOT NEED TO DO THIS. But that voice, hissing like the fucking snake she could NOT get out of her head, saying "Oh yes, yes you DO" NO, she was stronger that this. She'd... she'd go to the Club again. She would. But she already knew that was not going to work this time. DAMN IT. And now, on top of all this, she remembered her fucking interview next week and her stint on Saturday Night Live in New York. Wait, that was NOT next week, that was this week. This whole thing with Ben had really messed with her inner calendar and timing. No, this was NOT going to be a good week.

She called for her driver and headed home. Coming to the office had obviously been a waste of time. Of course, as soon as she stepped outside, she smiled sweetly to the fans that hovered close by. The Cops kept them at bay, Sable refused to pay for more security. Let the cops do what they were paid for. She felt, vulnerable without Ben. Hopefully the Ape guy would help with that feeling, at least.

"Sable... SABLE" only the fans were allowed to call her that. She was Miss Sable to everyone else. She smiled, waved, and for a moment a flush of warmth flowed over her and that snake thing in her head was gone. She did truly love her fans. She appreciated them. And she always showed that. She would have signed autographs, posed for pictures, but without a dedicated bodyguard, that was a bit too dangerous. So, with apologies, she waved and got into her Limo/Caddy SUV to go home.

She managed to fight off that almost all consuming urge for a couple of hours, with her pacing, she went for a swim, she put on her headphones and lost herself in some of her favorite music. She even tried her favorite toy again, that ever dependable vibrator. But no release, of any kind. "NO... NO NO NO" It was Jack Daniels, the whiskey and not a man, that finally quieted the urging down to a dull roar and Sable was able to get to sleep.

She had a busy couple of days coming up. She had to prep for her trip to New York. Since she had fucked up the weeks and it was this week and not next week, she has little time to prepare. She also had a dinner with some high up Broadway Producer while she was there. She was not sure she wanted to be on Broadway, but she figured she'd hear the pitch and see what it was all about.

As she was about to fall asleep, she texted Bethany to send her the schedule, flights, meetings, all that fun stuff.

When Bethany got the text, she could tell just by the way it was written that Sable was most likely pretty drunk. She set down her own wine glass and just shook her head. "She really needs to find herself a man and get laid" How long had it been since Derrick? At least a year, maybe more. Bethany noted that Sable completely forgot her college reunion dinner that was just a day away. "Sable would forget her own name if I didn't remind her sometimes" Bethany often thought her Boss was, well, she did not have the highest opinion of her, but the woman paid well. Really well. She texted back the schedule, being sure to include the dinner, when, where. Now that the Bodyguard had been hired, she could go to this dinner safely. She would make sure to tell him about it when she saw him .....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Get your head back in the game Bethany Girl" Damn, she had spent the night, and morning, daydreaming, night dreaming, hell just dreaming about Titus. She had her own sexual play toy and she made use of it. It felt so good vibrating along her pussy lips, pressing against her clit, sliding it inside, she could feel the wetness flowing. All the while, she could only think about Titus. The man was just.. DAMN!!! After her shower this morning she felt refreshed. She could just dream about him and be happy..

She then headed to Sable's home to make sure she was up and prepping for her day. She also had a meeting with Titus. She went over the basics, which really, she didn't have to. It was obvious the man knew what he was doing. What she really needed to go over was the particulars that was dealing with Sable Gem. "Don't ask about her family, she does not talk about them" Hell, Bethany did not know much other than her father and mother lived in a gated community in Miami. Did she have brothers or sisters? No clue? Cousins, Grandparents? Again no clue. "In fact, it's best you do not ask anything personal at all." "oh and lastly, she is to be called Miss Sable at all times. She will call you by your first name" and that , was the end of that.

She hoped he would work out. Even if she didn't date him, seeing him daily was a treat.

Ahh, the hot tub. Most of the time, it worked wonders. Melting away the stresses of the day. Sable had a new movie she had just accepted. The working title was "666 Devil's Lane" It was going to be a horror movie, but not a typical slasher flick. Sable had no interest in a slasher, blood, guts and gore movies. This was going to be more of a psychological thriller, involving her character and a demon. It sounded interesting, and she was in the mood for a change. At least she wasn't going to have to parade around in a bra and panties in this movie, well she hoped.

"Ms. Sable. I am ready and prepared to escort you where you need to go. I will be right over there waiting."

What the FUCK? She had not even heard him approaching. The script was not that good, was it? She turned her head slightly and glanced up at him. She thought she heard a hiss, of a snake, WHAT THE FUCK???? She shook her head ever so slightly as she regarded him. Not with the same look Bethany had given him. This look was different, cold, maybe.

Her phone beeped and she reached and picked it up, not acknowledging him at all, yet. "SHIT" she mumbled to herself. The flight to New York was tonight. Apparently, it was the last direct flight she could get, first class, for her and her... Body guard. One thing Sable did not have was her own jet. Maybe she'd need to look into getting one, but that meant she'd have to hire a pilot and all that bullshit. She REALLY didn't want to let yet another person into her... web.. so to speak.

She looked back at Titus.

With a dismissive wave of her hand she mumbled "yeah whatever" ... she took a moment to look at his attire. While she appreciated the suit, and he did cut quite the image, for her, it tended to be too "I'm a bodyguard" vibe to it. "Do me favor, go change. Jeans, tee. If I need you in a suit I will TELL you when to wear a suit" She also wanted to see if he would listen to her. Narrowing her eyes, she watched him. He certainly moved like a snake, slithering.

GOD she had to get that image out of her head.

"Oh and we fly out tonight at 8. New York. Be ready"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It took everything in her power to not spit at him, or scream at him, or something. How dare he speak to her that way. BUT, there was a small logical voice buried somewhere in the back of her head that whispered "He is one of the best. What does it matter what he wears, that's petty" and that voice was right. So instead of saying anything, she went silent. Altho another voice slid into her mind that said staying silent was weak. She had stayed silent for so long with her father, until that one night.

Release him from his contract. She could do that, but if she did right now, her trip to New York would be off the table and hosting Saturday Night Live was a gig that EVERY celebrity wanted, including her. She could not back out. She could not risk the backlash, even minor backlash, from the fans.

And she HATED with a white hot HATE the way he looked at her. And she LOATHED the way he spoke to her.

No, this would never work. Right after the trip to New York, she made a mental note to herself, that she would "Release him from his contract" alright. And pass the word around so that no other respectable Celebrity would hire him. He'd have to go to Timbuckto to get another job like this.

Bethany had actually witnessed the entire incident from the window. She had no clue what was said, but the look on Sable's face was priceless, at least to Bethany.

So Sable said nothing to him. Her mind was, actually reeling a bit. She was so used to having her way, to being in control, to everyone pretty much walking on eggshells around her, even Benjamin, this was.... well, a situation she had not had to handle since, well, her Father. And even this was different than that. Titus had not raised a hand to her. Would he? Sable shot a glance at him with her smoldering eyes. It was so obvious she was pissed. But she refused to acknowledge that. Her father had always said, "don't let them know your angry until your ready to do something about it".

"Be ready at 6." was all she finally managed to say, as she exited the hot tub, her heart feeling like it was hammering in her chest, drawing her robe around her soaking wet body.

GOD she needed to release. She was well beyond any trip to the Club now. But there was no time to take care of her craving at home. And no real privacy and wouldn't be until she was back from New York.

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6pm

Usually Bethany accompanied her and her Bodyguard when traveling. So when 6pm rolled around, Bethany was at Sable's residence. She smiled a saucy little grin at Titus as she brushed by him into Sable's private quarters. "You ready Miss Sable?"

Bethany had "dressed to impress" Titus. Sporting a short pink skirt and lacy white blouse, with black heals. Her makeup was impeccable. This was not what she usually traveled in. Sable, on the other hand, was in black leggings with a long red sweater and black leather boots, in fact, her spiked boots that she often wore to the Club. She hoped that maybe it would help quell that growing need inside her. Sometimes, she really hated herself. She was not out to impress Titus or anyone else. She would save that for the Saturday Night Live stage and the meeting with the Broadway Producer.

The trip to the airport was silent, which was fine with Sable. She did, however, watch Bethany and her nearly constant flirting with her bodyguard. She was going to have to have a discussion with her about that, it was getting a bit, embarrassing. But Sable also observed that Titus seemed almost immune to it. She liked that aspect. Most men would have been all over Bethany what with the way she was acting and and the way she had dressed herself.

The plane ride was almost as equally quiet. Titus was seated next to Sable of course, she on the window for safety, he on the aisle. It was slightly amusing when he had to go thru the metal detectors. He had all the proper paperwork of course, and the airport personnel were well aware of who she was, but it was still amusing. It really was the first time Sable had really smiled in a while. She almost wished the throng of fans were there to witness him being patted down and not liking it at all. But there was something to be said for LA airport knowing who she was and accommodating her, letting her have some modicum of privacy. It would not be like that in NY... The fans would most assuredly be there when they landed.

But... Right now all she could think of was that stupid Sandra Bullock movie, Miss Congeniality, where she pulled all these weapons out from under her gown. This was not quite the same, but Sable did find it entertaining to say the least.

Once in the air, after reading some of the notes she had for the Saturday Night Live appearance, and photo shoot that was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon to promote her appearance, she closed her laptop and looked out the window at the night sky. She had yet to even speak to her body guard since the hot tub. Bethany was seated across the aisle and had been engaging him in small talk that Sable had not been paying attention to.. But she did have question..

"Why did your parents name you Titus, of all things?" It was a legitimate question, right? Not like Titus was a normal name like Benjamin had been.....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

He glanced over at her and then to Bethany and then said, "I was named after the Roman Emperor. Short reign but he changed the world. I was born... sickly. Doctor's hadn't given me long to live... a few months... but, I made it through and here I am now. I guess it is better than common names like Benjamin or John." With that... he fell silent once more.

He looked to Bethany and said, "I need to tell you, I did a little recon on the hotel and limo services. I have a few friends in the business here. The service you have has had a 5.4% theft rate, which is higher than what is expected. I strongly suggest that you cancel the contract with them and go with this group, Limo's Inc. Their rides are safer, their service equivalent to this other group. My gut tells me this is a better move to for her security. I also checked the hotel service. I am not comfortable with the hotel as well. There has been a rash of hotel robberies lately in the city and this hotel she is staying at is one of the targeted hotels. I would suggest one of these three options here." He handed her a lip of paper with some names as well. He said, "I know it is late in the trip to make changes but in the future, if you would allow me to review the facilities and services for security measures in place prior, I would appreciat...."

WHY was he speaking to Bethany? Bethany did not make the decisions here. She did. SHE DID. He even had the balls to turn to Bethany to answer a question that SHE asked.

"What the Fuck is the matter with you?" She practically snarled the words out of her mouth. Bethany already knew by the tone of Sable's voice that Titus had hit a nerve. Sable was not one for yelling, especially not in public such as first class on the plane. But Sable was so enraged, she was finding it hard to keep her voice down.

"She does not make the decisions here. That is strictly my realm. You do not speak to her with matters such as these, you speak to me. Do you understand?" Her entire body was tense, almost shaking. She was not about to let him... HIM.. get the upper hand. She would NEVER let a man get the upper hand again. Never. She had ended that cycle in her life when her father died, no, let's be clear, when SHE had killed her father.

The thought hit her hard, and she nearly reeled back, if there had been space to reel back in the seat of a plane. She had NOT thought about that, her part in that, in a very long time. It was as if there was a crack forming in the wall around her. NOPE... that was NOT going to happen. She reinforced that wall, in a blink of an eye.

"Consider your services terminated after this trip" She knew she was putting the ball in his court to a certain degree, he could resign right away and leave her completely stranded, but if that were the case, she would go thru with the Saturday Night Live appearance anyways. She would deal. She was so fucking angry that she really didn't care if she had security or not. All she knew, was that she did NOT want him.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are making our final approach to New York's LaGuardia Airport. Please ensure you are buckled in, we should be on the ground in 10 minutes" The announcement rang thru the cabin.

Thank GOD, she thought, because she did NOT want to be in the vicinity of Titus any longer.

When the plane hit the tarmac and finally came to a stop, Sable hissed at Titus "Get out of my sight, NOW"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Normally, Sable could care less what route the driver took to get her to where she needed to be. Hell, she didn't live in New York, she had no clue what was where. But, in this case, as pissed off as she was, and knowing she was going to have to deal with Titus for the rest of this trip, AND he was the one that was dictating the route change. NO, NOT gonna happen.

"Where the FUCK are we going?"

"We are taking a detour around a protest ma'am." Titus said calmly.

"The hell we are! NO detours!!!"

NO, she was not about to let him take the upper hand.

THAT was a mistake.

The protest descended on them before Sable and Bethany could even react. And these were not her fans. They had no clue actually who was in the Limo. Limo's were all over New York City. And they didn't care. Whoever it was, was rich.

A beer bottle smashed against the glass. This was not good. This, was the first time Sable had felt real fear in a very, very, very long time.

That was when Titus took over...

"Are you two okay?" He was climbing into the back with them.

Bethany nodded saying, "We are okay... What are we going to do?"

Sable refused to answer. She didn't even want him to see that she was afraid, if she could help it.

"The driver is driving on... I am going to do my job." He stood up thru the sun roof, gun in hand.

When they finally emerged from the crowd, with the help of a police escort that had been sent, the limo had been peppered with beer bottles and rocks. The Driver was a bit shaken, Bethany was shaking, Sable was trembling as well, but was fighting to keep it contained.

The Limo was pulling into the Hotel parking garage, surrounded by several cop cars, when he finally lowered into the limo once more. Titus heard Bethany scream out and point at him. He glanced around and felt the pain of the gash down the side of his head from where the beer bottle had hit him! It was a flesh wound for sure, but it still stung pretty good. "It's nothing. I can stitch it up in a few minutes." Stupid head wounds seemed to always look worse than they actually were.

Bethany was near tears.

"Will you calm down" Sable finally hissed to her sobbing assistant. God Damn that girl could cry.

Sable, having managed to calm herself, took a long look at the bleeding wound on the side of his head. Shaking her own head "I can stitch that up for you". Why was she being nice? Hell, it wasn't being nice. She wasn't a monster not really. He was injured, bleeding, protecting her. Well her and Bethany. But, he had done his job, even tho Sable could almost taste the disdain he had for her. That was fine by her. That was what she wanted actually. But she was not about to let him bleed, and she had no desire to let a Doctor or Nurse in when she could handle it herself. She HAD been a nurse after all, she had gone to school for Nursing, before she got the commercial acting job that started her career.

"Bethany, go take a warm shower and calm down" she commanded her assistant, actually sounding, almost compassionate

"You" meaning Titus.. "I can have that cleaned and stitched in 30 minutes. And you can not stitch it up yourself Superman" she sneered "it's too close to your eye and at a bad angle" She knew that he knew that she was right. "And before you ask, I know what I am doing. I used.... to be a Nurse" Had she really just told him, of all people, something about herself? WTF?

10 minutes later and they were in Titus's room, she would NOT let him into hers. He was seated on the chair by the desk. She, having retrieved the extensive first aide kit from the Limo, had soaked a washcloth in warm water and was washing the blood away. "Do you want a numbing agent" she asked. She knew he's say no, but what the hell. "NO" .. of course, fucking Superman, she thought herself.

Another 10 minutes and she had stitched up the slice in his skin. It was not large, nor deep. 7 stitches was plenty, head wounds always bled like hell.

As she put the rest of the supplies away, she paused, taking a deep breath. She then turned and looked him. For a moment, a brief moment in time, her wall cracked and opened, just a little. "Thank you" was all she would say. Anymore, would show her fear, her weakness at what had happened. And she turned and left the room.

 

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"Hello, ma'am. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Damn, Bethany nearly "jumped his bones" so to speak with just those words. Truth be told, she had always been a little "easy" "loose" one may say. This job did afford the opportunity to meet some very handsome, and very famous actors, sports stars, musicians, and their respective body guards, etc. She had allowed herself the pleasure of spending time with many of them, time in bed, on her back. None of them had ended up being anything serious. She was ok with that, for now. But, she had hope, alot of hope, that Titus would be different. She was already envisioning the wedding, and the honeymoon.. DAMNNNN...

She had calmed down, and showered, and was in nothing but a robe. This would be her only real chance to be alone with Titus for this trip, she figured. Unless she managed to talk her way into his room at 2am. She did have to be careful tho, Sable's room was right next door and per the contract, there was a door between the 2, and both he and Sable had a key, just in case he needed to get in there quickly or Sable needed to get out of there quickly. Bethany knew, if Sable caught her in bed with her new bodyguard, she's most likely be fired. NOT because Sable wanted him for herself, absolutely not the reason. But because Sable did not tolerate distractions. Sable would never tolerate her assistant and bodyguard dating or sleeping together. But Bethany was so fucking smitten, it didn't matter to her.

She stepped in, closing the door behind her. Approaching Titus, she let the robe fall open, revealing her the soft curve of her breasts, smallish, handfuls, perky, tipped with the palest of pink nipples. Her skin was pale, fair, she was a full foot shorter than him, and Bethany got the sudden image of him, picking her up in his arms and pinning her against the wall and taking her, fucking her, ramming her, until she was screaming in extasy. Of course she couldn't "scream"... Sable would hear that. But she could in her fantasy, right.

"yes, Titus. And please, just call me .... Bethanyyyy" she was nearly purring as she stepped closer, running the soft pinkened tip of her tongue along her lips. "please" she again whispered, "please"....

~

Sable took a long, long shower to wash off the day. She relished the hot water gently massaging her skin, gliding down in slick wet rivulets along the curve of her hip, the roundness of her breast. She, was built more curvier than Bethany. Her skin, a shade or two more exotic, but not dark. Her hips rounder, ass more, pronounced, breasts larger. Where Bethany was a petite cheerleader type, Sable was more like a lithe panther, waiting to strike. And her midnight mane of black only accentuated that. It was one of the reasons after all that she chose the name Sable, she certainly was NOT going to live with the name Sandy for the rest of her life.

Wrapped in the hotel room robe, dark, damp hair hanging in soft tendrils around her face and down her back, she ordered room service and settled in to relax. She hoped that her body guard realized that room service was to be delivered to him. Not that he was a waiter or anything, but it was Ben that had convinced her that she should NEVER open her door once she was safely in her room and the door locked. She had trusted Ben, so she took his suggestion to heart and that was the way it had always been since then.

While she waited, she let her eyes slowly drift closed. The "need" seemed to be at bay for the moment. She hoped it would stay that way.

~


Bethany slowly lowered to her knees, still looking up at Titus. It was not that she was being submissive or trying to be. In all honesty that was not a world she thought much of. What she was hoping, was that he would get the hint. She would please him with her mouth, in the hopes he would fuck her silly.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Is this why I have the or rather... had the job with your client? Was I hired for my skills or my looks?"

Bethany was taken by surprise by that particular question. Wasn't that something that women often asked?

Sable... she did not care what one looked like. This was not an important requisite for her. What Sable cared about was the ability to do the job at hand and do it well. This is what Bethany told Titus, with the additional "I just find you amazingly attractive" that she finally had to admit.

Trembling, Bethany fought to keep from moaning out loud as he stripped her of her robe, sash taken, he slowly coiling it with his large hands as he spoke. "One more question..." He finished coiling the sash in a nice tight roll. "Do you trust me? Do you trust that i won't ... hurt you more than you want."

"yesss, yesss" she admitted as she slowly sunk down to her knees. She really did not understand what she was agreeing too. She really did not. But at this point she would have agree'd to anything. She was so soaking wet at this very moment that, if he had uttered the right words "cum for me" she would have...

"I hope you are up for a long night... slut."

She was tied to the heavy chair at the back of his room. Bethany was about to answer him, just as he reached down to twist her peaked, sensitive nipples when the knocking on the door came.

**knock knock ** "Room Service Sir"

For a minute, the look of confusion stopped everything in it's tracks.

"It's for her..." Bethany said with trembling lips.

"It's for her... sir... Sandra." Bethany said and then her eyes widened and said, "I mean... Sable... Miss Sable." OH God, if Sable found out she had divulged her real name, for a minute Bethany didn't know who to be more afraid of, him, or her Boss.

Darkness descended on as she was covered and hidden. It was not lost on her that he did not even consider freeing her up for a few minutes while dealing the the Room Service Waiter.

The Waiter wondered why the big man would order a salad, as he turned and left with his $20 tip. The Iced Whiskey, yes, but a salad? Who cares, as least he was a good tipper, he thought to himself. Shrugging his shoulders he pocketed the tip with a grin and headed back down to the kitchen.

~

Where was that incessant knocking coming from? Sable stirred slightly on the small couch she had dozed off on..

** knock knock ** "Your Room service arrived. May I bring it in to you?"

Room Service? What? Wait... whose voice was that? That wasn't Benjamin. She shook her head a bit as she got to her feet. No, wait, it wasn't Ben. It was him, her new Bodyguard. That's right.

"yes, sure" she finally answered as she got up and unlocked the adjoining door, swinging it open. As he rolled the tray in, Sable tightened her robe around her, swallowing slowly. She was about to turn away from the open door when something caught her eye, over by the... chair....

Her eyes narrowed, as she finally turned back toward Titus, her gaze for a mere moment almost seeming to size him up. "Thank You" she finally said. At least he realized that she was not seeing him as a "waiter", she didn't like him, but she knew he wasn't stupid. "Good night" she said, almost offhandedly. As he turned to leave, she continued, her voice low so only he could hear her. "Tell Bethany that I will forgive her this transgression this one time. Your contract ends after this trip, so this should not be an issue"...

"And tell her I'm not stupid"
Sable hated when people thought, or assumed she was stupid, just because of her age. That was one thing her father had never accused her of, being stupid. He often accused her of being a smart ass, or being a whore, or being worthless, but never stupid.

She was already opening the whiskey bottle as he left. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw him smirking.

~

At least they would not be keeping Sable awake with any noise over the course of the night. Between the bottle of whiskey that Sable had consumed, she now asleep on her bed, and the fact that Bethany, at least at this moment had her mouth filled with his thick, hard cock, all was pretty quiet.

The petite blonde worked hard to suckle him, still tied to the hotel room chair. Her lips were tight about his thickness, tongue lapping hungrily against the surface. She was not the best at this, that much was obvious. Sucking cock was not her favorite activity, in fact, she would rather not, but she was not given a choice, and as she struggle to take in the length of him once more, she mewled softly around it, a low crying sound.

Never mind that her pussy was still dripping wet.

This was going to a long long night for her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

11:00 pm

Bethany had just shuddered thru her first orgasm.

"I didn't give you permission... did I?"

For the next 4 hours, Bethany was lost in a spiraling sensation of pleasure and pain. When he filled her mouth with the length of him, she struggled to take it in, as deep as she could. Her mouth, small, tight, warm, wrapping about the shaft, feeling every vein in his throbbing member. She was not the best at sucking cock. She had never been. She always tried hard, and she tried so hard as he expertly manipulated her mouth and tongue. Never mind the small fact that he was also controlling her clit, with nothing more than the tip of his leather shoe. Bethany felt her body trembling as she slowly rocked against the sensation between her legs. Slick wetness easily coating both her flesh, lips, clit and the leather that threatened to send her over the edge... again...

She let her eyes roll back, feeling it building, building... building.. oh godd..... until she heard the harsh *snap* of his fingers. Her blue eyes shot open, lifting to his, locking within. Granted, she was not the, well, let's just say it too several *snaps* of those fingers for her to realize she was NOT to look away. All the while, his cock, by this time, was working in and out of not just her mouth, but down to the very back of her throat. It took all she had in her not to choke. And it took all she had in her to just breathe.

When he spilled his seed into her throat, she thanked god that the swallowing reflex was just that, a reflex. It was not something she had ever tasted before. Bethany, in all her experience, had never swallowed, she had never wanted to. But, she had been given no choice, in this particular situation.

1:00 am

Sable had fallen asleep with the TV on. She did that alot actually. Sometimes she found that the drone of the TV in the background was just enough to lull her into slumber.

It was that little yelp, no, it wasn't a yelp, it was... a cry, a moan, a scream, not a loud scream, but loud enough, of pleasure that roused her from her dream. Blinking, the remnants of that dream played back for a mere moment, it was her, tied to a, bed? or was it a table? And Titus was standing over her.

Sable shook her head violently at that. WTF? She understood, once the image had faded, that it was her, need, coming thru and the fact that Titus really was the only guy she had seen and paid any attention too in the last 48 hours. But Damn, she'd have to get a handle on that. She did NOT want that man in her head.

She heard another hushed gasp coming from the other room. Then all went silent. Rolling her eyes a bit, she turned the TV to an all music channel, and crawled her own ass into bed. Shrugging her shoulders with the thought, well at least, most likely, Bethany was enjoying herself. The girl was just short of being a slut.

Sable on the other hand, in her 25 years, had been with, fully been with, only 3 men. Compared to Bethany, and probably alot of other 20-25 year olds, that was a relatively low, no it was a VERY low number. Sure, she'd dated and entertained her men at her home. But she was not one to jump into bed with just anyone. That was just too intimate for her.

Only her High School boyfriend, Bradley, and then Jasper and lastly Derrick. Sometime she wondered if she should just, well, fuck a little more often. But the idea just did NOT sit well with her.

It was that thought that sent her back to dreamland, such that it was....

Bethany, on the other hand, was getting no sleep. Her body was trembling, she was covered in a heated sheen of sweat. Her hot, wet slit was nearly pulsing, her clit so sensitive from his tongue, that if he breathed on it just the right way, she would explode. She DID manage to remember to beg him to cum, even thru the gag of the sash. Her moans, muffled cries, and he knew what she wanted, needed, begged for.

But when he denied her that release, was when she could no longer process a coherent thought. The only thing that she could focus on was his mouth and tongue within the depths of her soaking pussy, his words when he did speak, the feel of his breath along her skin, and the intense feeling of pleasure that was coursing thru her veins...

3:45 am

Bethany's last orgasm sent a crashing wave of pleasure, mingled with an exhaustion enhanced pain thru every nerve ending in her small, quivering body. Her mind, no longer able to deal with the sensations her body was feeling, allowed her to finally, almost effectively, shut down and she let herself fade into unconsciousness.


5:30 am

Sable had awakened early. She was not one to sleep late. She never had been.

At this very moment she was standing in Bethany's room. Sable always made a point to have a key to every one of her Employee's rooms when traveling. And, she had to admit, she was concerned. Not that Titus would hurt her, she did not get that vibe from him, and god knows she knew that vibe well. But Bethany had a habit of, indulging more than she could handle. She was that way with Booze and she was that way with men. Sable remembered one night, after a movie premiere when Bethany, a bit drunk, had slept with 3 men, at once. Now mind you, Sable cared less, as long as she 1. Kept her mouth shut about Sable and 2. The Men did not work for her.

"You earned last night. You are a very obedient good girl. When you wake up, you will be very sore, so take a good hot shower and rub more lotion on your wrists and ankles. I hope we can do this again soon. Sleep well. MasterT."

For a brief moment, Sable felt a shiver slither down and back up her spine, and she actually bit her lower lip. This note explained alot to Sable about why she got that "Snake" feeling from Titus. That "Serpent" feeling. At the Club, Master's were sometimes called the "Serpents" in the room, as a deference to their "Authority". The Serpent, after all, next to GOD, was a very powerful being, symbol. It was nothing more than a Whipping Post Club thing that they had specifically adopted. Sable thought it was just a bit creepy, but hey, it wasn't her club.

She glanced down at the sleeping Bethany. She seemed alright enough. Sable easily recognized the ligature marks from being tied down, or tied up, depending. Running her fingers along the girl's jawline, down the soft curve of her throat. She imagined that maybe Bethany was the right kind of girl for Titus.

She left the note where it was. This was between him and Bethany. She would stay out of it. Wouldn't matter anymore after this trip anyways.

Back in her room, she showered once again. She always had to shower to start her day, it was habit for her. Since she was early, she took the time to braid her long black mane, weaving a sparkling red ribbon within. She went with red again, her favorite color, with a blouse, paired with a long black gypsy style skirt. And of course, her spiked black leather boots. She was meeting with the Saturday Night Live Team this morning, photo shoot in the afternoon, and then the LIVE production of Saturday Night Live tonight.

She clicked on the morning news just in time to hear about the riot the day prior and that "Sable Gem" had been caught in the mix... Great... There was another mention that many of the crowd had guns, and there were threats of more violence. Sable just shook her head. "I can't wait to go back home" she said to herself, just as she heard the door knock from his room...

"It's open" she answered, she had unlocked it earlier. Tho it was nice, she supposed, that he still knocked instead of just trying to burst into her room.

"Good Morning" she beat him to the punch, leveling her dark eyes on him. "What say we let Bethany sleep. She can catch up to us at the photo shoot. I already ordered her breakfast to be waiting when she wakes up. As for us.." she paused... " your decision" ... After the incident yesterday, this was one decision she decided to let him make.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sable took his words to heart. She did. But she did not want a wall of security men between her and her fans. Her fans were her life's blood and she understood that. She'd been a fan once herself, back when she was a pre-teen. Mark Wahlberg had been her big teen crush. She had actually met him just recently, and he was as handsome and charming as she had always imagined he would be. But the "crush" was long gone.

She was also sure that he had seen, or at least read about, the number of websites dedicated to her. Not the legit websites. Not the fan websites. The really really horrible ones that slithered around the web like a poison. Or worse, were posted on the Dark Web. But she refused to let her fear rule her life. She had grown up like that. She would NOT let it hurt her, or rule her, anymore.

"Very well. No extra security. Without them, I am just one man and you will have me and the police to keep you safe. If something does go down that is big, I am not entirely sure I can keep you safe."

"I can take care of myself if I have to." She said, actually very softly. She had always said that to Ben. Ben had been her one and only other bodyguard. She missed him and it had only been a couple of days. Ben always told her "I understand that Miss Sable, but let me be there to help"

The morning proceeded without incident. She got herself some fresh fruit for breakfast, leaving some for Titus. The man had to eat right? "Probably thinks he's Superman" she smirked to herself. She was getting fond of that nickname for him, she thought it was amusing.

The photo shoot at 2pm at the Hilton was fun. Sable always liked photo shoots. Not because she was vain and wanted her picture taken, but more for the music and the back and forth between her and the photographers. She was easy to talk to, when you didn't work for her. And, hell, she was a girl. She LOVED the different outfits that went along with a professional photo shoot.

Starting with what she came in wearing... "If I may be so bold, red looks good on you." She heard his voice in her head. She had not acknowledged his, compliment, earlier. But now, as she let the camera capture her image, she felt her cheeks blush. "GORGEOUS" the man feverishly snapping pictures commented. "OH MY GOD GORGEOUS"

He then captured her in a sinful, form fitting black dress, a feminine whispy white sun dress, and lastly, in sleek black pants and a button down shirt in steel grey with a tie emblazoned with diamonds. For that one, her long ebon black hair, which, after the shots with the braid, had been let loose to flow freely for the dress photos, had been slicked back into a tight, long pony tail.

Of all the looks, Sable liked that last one the most. She felt almost powerful in it. In fact, she actually dared to meet Titus's eyes and gave him the slyest of smiles. Mostly because of his liking to wear suits and her remembering that first encounter at the hot tub.

It was close to 5pm when the photo shoot was finally done and in the bag, as they say.

After another 20 minutes of greeting fans, it was back in the Limo and on the way to the Saturday Night Live studio. She was back in her original outfit, save for the fact he hair was now loose again, and flowing down her shoulders and back. Leaning back into the leather seat, she glanced over at Bethany, who had joined them at the shoot. The girl still looked like she could sleep for another whole day. Sable let her eyes wander down to Bethany's wrists and ankles, both discreetly covered, her wrists, with a pair of chunky bracelets, her ankles, with the slacks she had chosen to wear. Sable also noted how Bethany would not look up and meet Titus's gaze, not that he was looking at her. But Sable could see the "submissive" positioning that her assistant was sitting in.

She shot a glance herself at Titus, then back at Bethany, just as the Limo pulled into the Studio....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It all happened so fast.

But don't these types of things always happen fast, without warning. That was really the only way something like this would even work.

Sable heard the gunshot first. She knew the sound of a 9MM. She knew the feel of a 9MM. She knew exactly what a 9MM could do. She had seen it, up close and personal. And she was seeing it up close and personal again, only this time, the gun was not in her own hand.

Victor Crum screamed, a savage, high pitched yowl of death as the bullet hit him full on and tore thru his chest. Sable knew he was dead a millisecond before his body reeled back into her own, knocking her hard backwards, onto the stage, onto her back, her breath knocked out of her from the sudden impact.

She did not see the 2nd shot, but she heard it amidst the screaming of nearly everyone else there. And she heard Bethany's high-pitched cry. Not a death keening cry, but one of pain, shock. Sable pushed Crum's body off her. There was nothing she could do for him now. Just the one glance she took and she knew he's been hit directly in the heart.

People were panicking, scrambling, screaming, crying. Security were barking orders, Police demanding that he "put down the gun" or they would shoot. And the camera's were rolling for all of it. All of it LIVE.

"He's strapped with a BOMB" Sable heard one of the cops yell out. "Get everyone out of here"

"NO" Seth, the kid with the gun, yelled. "NO ONE LEAVES"

Sable turned her dark eyes to the kid. And he was just that, a kid. He had to be no more than 18 or 19 years old. She knew better than most what life could be like for an 18 or 19 year old when things just did not go your way...

"Hey" she called out to him, stepping over Crum's bleeding body. She caught his attention, as well as the attention of Titus. "Sable" Titus started to call out and move. "No, no, tend to Bethany" Sable calmly told him, never taking her eyes off the kid. Sable didn't know what a Deadman's Remote was, but she knew that the Remote the kid held in his tightly shaking hand was the bomb detonator.

"I'm Sable" she softly said to him. "What, what's your name?"

He stared back at her, incredulous that she would even speak to him. "Seth"

"Seth... I like that name. Seth. You know, that is a biblical name, right?" He warily watched her. He had heard his mother tell him that. She read the bible all the time, not that she lived by it. It was like she thought she'd go to heaven by just reading it.

"Yeah"

"It means, annoited one. Seth. Do you know what that means? It means you are blessed"

"Blessed?" he actually relaxed, just a little. She stepped closer to him. The entire hall was silent, all you could hear was breathing and some light sobbing. Sable could feel Titus, his eyes boring into her, and she prayed he would not move. If he moved, they'd all be done, of that she was sure.

"Seth" she said his name again. "You are blessed Seth. You do not need to do this. Please, I can help you. I will help you, I give you my word, on my heart" She placed her hand over her heart. "Give me the gun Seth, you don't need it anymore"

"no" he said softly, "no, I don't need it anymore" He stepped forward, trembling, white as a ghost, tears running down his cheeks. He handed the 9MM to Sable, who easily unloaded it before dropping it to the floor behind her. "Now Seth, thank you. Thank you for trusting me, give me that remote Seth. I don't want you to get hurt" She reached out her hand again. Seth reached out with his hand and actually took hers. Sable stepped closer to him, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing the back of it gently. "Trust me Seth, please"

"Sable" he whispered, handing her the bomb remote.

As soon as he did, the cops were on him. Sable stepped back, looking over at Titus, handing the remote to the Cop nearest her. She was as white as a ghost, it was obvious the magnitude of what just happened washed over her. She took another step back. "Bethany... Titus, is Bethany OK?" She was a nurse, and pushed past the others to kneel at Bethany's side. The girl was a pain in the ass, but she was her employee, and... well... sort of her friend. "The wound is thru and thru, good, you'll be ok sweetheart, just sore and unable to use that shoulder for a while" Bethany nodded, sobbing quietly. The paramedics making their way in.

Sable stood and looked at Titus. For a moment, she saw the world going fuzzy, then black and she let herself fall into unconsciousness, the weight of what had just happened finally effecting her....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Hero...

Did she just hear Titus say something about being a hero?

It took Sable a few minutes just to regain her bearings. Where was she? A quick glance revealed, a hospital, the emergency room. She had seen enough of those growing up and when in Nursing School.

"You are the Mercy General Emergency room. You blacked out after what happened. Bethany is in surgery having her wound patched up. And you...You are America's latest hero."

Hero... She hated that word. Hero. There was no such thing as far as she was concerned. If there had been a hero, maybe Lawrence, her step-father would have stepped up and saved her from the hell she endured. If there had been a hero, someone would have taken her away from the demon that had been her father. If there was a hero....

"I.... am NOT.... a hero" she nearly spit at him. Sable threw the walls up around her so fast in that moment, it was a wonder that Titus did not physically see them.

"I did what had to be done. There were no other choices" She knew that if he could have, he would have easily shot the kid. If the kid hadn't had that remote in hand. She had read all the information on Titus. All about his service, and his kills. She figured there was more, there was a block of time in his file that was, conveniently unaccounted for. Would he have shot that kid? Would he?

~

The next day...

Sable was kept in the Hospital overnight, it took Titus to convince her it was a good idea, just for observation. Bethany was going to be in there for a bit longer, due to the surgery.

"Titus, please arrange for security for Bethany" Sable would have done it herself, but he obviously had the connections to get it done quickly. "Make it a female please" She knew Bethany all too well. Better if someone was going to be with her most of the time, at least for the next couple of weeks, that it be female. Bethany was not one to control her urges, unlike her.

She also knew that she was going to need to retain Titus for a bit longer. With the throng of reporters, never mind fans and everyone else, she needed someone. He was the only one. A new bodyguard was out of the question right now. Things were much too volitile. "Also, I will........ ask.... if we can extend your contract until all this has blown over" Could he hear the pained groan to her voice, having to acquiesce and actually ask that....

She was standing at the Hotel room window, back to him, gazing out at the rain that was falling. She desperately needed a trip to the Club. She was going to have to do that as soon as they got back to LA....

Then she asked, still not looking at him.. "Would you kill for me?"

Sable would not believe that his disdain for her had waned. Would he?

~

Continued in the next post.... >>>>>

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Back in LA...

She needed it.

She could not deny it any longer. She had been fighting the urge for 2 days now. She needed it.

Sable knew the reporters, from all over the world, were camped outside of the gate that kept her home safe. She knew that Titus was currently asleep, he having to live there for the time being, due to everything happening, with Bethany, who was recuperating there as well, due to security reasons, in just the next room. Sable no longer cared about that. Bethany obviously needed Titus in some twisted way, at least that was how she saw it. She didn't understand it, that kind of need, the need to depend on another person like "that", and she did not want to understand it.

He had yet to answer her one question, but that was OK. She actually respected that he needed to THINK about that. She didn't want a wanton killer guarding her. She didn't need that. And truth be told, she could kill to protect herself if she had to. She already had.

But she needed it.

It was just before midnight. Midnight was when the Club got busier. So if she wanted to get there, now was the time.

After slipping out of bed, headphones playing in her ears... she got dressed.....

Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life

Dragged ya down below ... Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever ... Peace of mind is less than never
Hate to twist your mind... But God ain't on your side
And old acquaintance severed ...Burn the world your last endeavor

Flesh is burning... You can smell it in the air
Cause men like you have ... Such an easy soul to steal
So stand in line while ... They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave ... Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness, Turning, haunting, yearning... Pull the trigger

You should have known... The price of evil
And it hurts to know.. That you belong here, yeah ...
it's your fuckin' nightmare

Can't wake up in sweat... 'Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons ... Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight... Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason.. Loathing self-assassination

You've been lied to ... Just to rape you of your sight
And now they have the nerve ... To tell you how to feel (feel)
So sedated as they... Medicate your brain ... And while you slowly ... Go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions ... Help you with your complications"

You should have known ... The price of evil
And it hurts to know ... That you belong here, yeah
No one to call... Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah.. Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare...


She so LOVED this song by Avenged 7Fold. It had gotten her thru alot.

Tonight it was black jeans, tight, almost painted on, and of course her spiked leather boots. A white tee with the words "Dominant or submissive? You can only be one!" along with the image of a winking eye. She pulled her black blazer over that. Hair back in a long pony tail. And as always, the mask. The reporters knew nothing about the back way off her property. Or the Black Dodge Charger parked out there for her use only.

She was out of the house by midnight.

~

Club Whipping Post

She slithered in and approached the bar. "SoCo and Coke please". That was what she usually drank when she played. Gave her enough of a light sensation, but did not inhibit her thinking at all. Now if she had been drinking straight up JD, that would be a different story.

"Dante's Room if you please" she told the very good looking bartender, with a glide of her delicate tongue over her lips. He nodded, the room would be booked for Mistress Cassandra. That was the name she used here. Mistress Cassandra. Now who did she want to play with. She saw Jerry, but no. She was not in the mood for Jerry. She needed a more, challenging, subject. Jerry would not even dare to approach her unless she whistled for him.

She let her dark eyes slowly scan the room. There were a few of the "regulars" that she knew, as Cassandra of course. But her eyes stopped on Randall. Ah yes, Randall. He was tall, nearly 6'4", with dark almost shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked every inch the Dominant, but he was, actually, a switch, enjoying the "punishment" of a Mistress more often than not. Sable had played with him once. In fact, he had "tried" to turn the tables on her. She had found that highly amusing and put him in his place for it. The marks on his back from the bullwhip where there for 2 weeks. Of course, she had helped him with the salve and made sure he was ok before she left. She was not here for the pain, giving pain. She was here for the control. It was all about control for her. Asserting control, and the imagining the giving up of control....

"Dante's Room" she whispered to Randall as she passed him, bullwhip in hand.......

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Please note that this post was written by MoMadness and Myself ~

Was she shocked to see him standing there, yes.
Did it cause her breath to catch, yes.
Would she "show" that. no. NO... ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Sable met his gaze. Her analytical mind was already admonishing her. "If he talks..." SHIT, that would not be good. Would he? In all honesty, she really did not know. But what really seemed to bother her what that look of disappointment. Her father had told her over and over again, what a disappointment she was. Now she was getting the same look from Titus... and she HATED IT.

"Get out" she looked at Titus...
"Get out" she unchained the submissive.

Her voice was a bare whisper and she was shaking. She did not know how to control the myriad of feelings that was suddenly unleashed within her.

Titus just stood there and looked at her. He really was feeling disappointed in her. Here she is the Queen of America, America's Angel, The Savior of New York, SNL's Supreme Host, and not 24 hours later was doing this.

He watched her as she struggled to decide what to do. He let his eyes shift slowly to the submissive next to her who grabbed his clothes and headed towards the door. He put a hand to the man and said, "There is nothing bad going on here. You do not need to worry. I would appreciate it if you do not say anything okay?"

His eyes locked on his and waited for the man to say, "Yes... sir." Titus opened the door and let him slide out. He locked the door once more and then stepped once towards her! He was met with the crop across his chest! "Back up!"

The submissive slipped out quietly. Titus, of course did not. Sable was fighting with all she had inside her to maintain control. She was always fighting to maintain control. To give up control made you weak... "NEVER be seen as WEAK" her father always said. NEVER...

"Don't say anything" she nearly snarled at him. She did not want to hear it. She already felt the fool for letting herself get caught. It would not happen again. GOD she hated what she was feeling right now. Any other man, and most likely she could have ordered him out of there and he would have gone. A couple million dollars and he'd never talk about it. But something told her Titus was different, very different, never mind what she knew about him from his "interactions" with Bethany, even tho she had not witnessed it first hand.

He knew this world. It was more than obvious he was comfortable in it. She was not, never had been. For her, it was a means to an end. A way to keep that "weak" part of her, that part she perceived as weak, at bay. That was all it was....

He took another step towards her, not aggressively, just closing the distance and was met with another slash across his abs and she backed up again. She knew she couldn't scream lest her secret get out. And screaming, showed weakness... DON'T BE WEAK she was practically yelling in her own head...

A third step and led her to back into the cross she had just been using. When she glanced back at it, he could see the rage growing in her eyes and she struck at him... this time heading towards the face! He threw his arm up to block and the crop caught him with on the underside of his arm. It stung... bad. But he clamped his arm down, locking the crop into his armpit and then jerked her hand off it.

He continued to look down at her saying, "You wanted me to keep you safe. You have had protesters try and kill you... and then a fucking mad bomber try to kill you and damn near killed your friend! This is how you choose to celebrate?!?! Rather than sitting with Bethany who damn near worships the ground you walk on... you come here to pretend to be something you aren't?!?" He held the flogger in his hand and glared at her, then tossed it aside. He said, "You are acting like a perpetual child! You dishonor my service to you. You dishonor Bethany's injury she took for you! You dishonor yourself! Give me one fucking good reason why I shouldn't let your little secret out to the world?!" Other than snatching the crop out of her wrist... he hadn't touched her once and she was practically on her knees in front of him...

She was shaking, almost violently. He thought... He thought she was celebrating?

"You... don't .... understand"

She knew her back was against the very cross that the submissive had been bound to. Oh God... the voice in her head wished she could just give it up right now. NO.. DON'T BE A WEAK CUNT...

"You... YOU think I am celebrating? YOU think this gets ME OFF? I... fucking HATE THIS!!.... Do you think I am wet? Aroused? WHY because you saw my breasts exposed? That was for HIM, that was not for ME in any way. You may get off in this world. Bethany may get off in this world, I do NOT. I can't..... I.... not on this side of it......."

The words slipped out and she wished, the moment they fell from her lips that she could take them back.

DON'T BE WEAK... she internally .. DON'T BE WEAK.....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Titus merely looked at her and leaned down... his lips at her ear and whispered, "Then you are on the wrong side."

Those words, those words specifically, slithered into her mind, like the snake she kept envisioning when she first met Titus only a few days ago.

She heard everything else he said, and it was nothing more than a whisper. But Sable heard every.... single..... word.....

Many of the Dominants here, she had learned as she observed, screamed at their submissive. Some merely commanded, but the voice was pronounced. His whisper sent a chill, not just a chill, it sent a deeper sensation down her spine, something she had never felt before.

DON'T BE A WEAK CUNT

But submitting to another. Submitting. That was weak. That showed weakness. That you could not take care of yourself. That you had to "depend" on another. She did not want to depend on ANYONE. Not even Titus.

"Submitting to another is not weakness.. "

She was desperate to understand that.

Did she want to run out of there? No, she did not feel fear. Not that kind of fear. She knew he would not hurt her. He just admitted he would die to keep her safe. But could she, could she submit to him? Even if it were just this once? Would that make her weak? He believed it was not a weakness. Her father had taught her otherwise. Over and over again he had taught her to be strong. To never submit to someone else's wishes, to someone else's anything.

But Sable kept that all to herself. To let him, Titus, know what she was thinking, that would show she was weak. It would. To show her confusion, her hesitating. MAKE A DECISION GIRL, her voice screamed in her head.. MAKE A DECISION.. IT'S YOUR DECISION. It was her decision, she suddenly realized. Would... Would doing this satiate that hunger she had so deep inside?

Her dark eyes held his. Actually the entire time she was having this internal "discussion" with herself, she held his gaze, as much as he held hers.

Being naked never really bothered Sable. She was comfortable with her body. She knew the door to the room was securely locked, she had heard him click it after the submissive left. It was just him.... and her....

He stepped back, as if recognizing that she had indeed made a decision.

Sable turned her back to him, and slowly, not a strip tease slowly, that was not what this was all about, but more deliberatly, pulled the tee shirt up over her head and off baring her back to him, the length of her long black pony tail brushing long the surface. She had not been wearing a bra. Titus could now see that smooth, slightly darker hue to her skin than Bethany, that was for sure. She paused for only a moment before bending down to unzip and pull off each leather boot and then unzip and slip down her jeans and panties. She moved like a cat really, each motion was fluid, liquid. Bare footed, she was shorter than she had been in the heels of the boots. But she held herself as if she were taller. She did not cower, she was trembling, but that was something... different. It was not fear. It was something else. She knew the position he wanted, she had many times had submissives simply face the cross, or the xframe and hold there, their back and buttocks exposed for the whip, or crop, or paddle.

"do not mark me" she said, just loud enough for him to hear. She could not afford to be marked. And it was one small way that "she" could maintain control. Her body was tense, as she gripped the cross frame, her legs slightly spread, the round softness of her ass exposed, smooth, pristine. She was not entirely happy. He had to have known that, even tho she had "complied" with his "request"..... But that inner hunger had compelled her....

But the words "I submit" would NOT come from her lips. She made that promise to herself.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Deep sleep... it was most likely the deepest sleep she had enjoyed in a very long, long time. She was physically exhausted. But she was also mentally exhausted as well. Within the realm of her dream, she relived the entire events of the evening. Well, maybe not the entire event, but from the moment she had said "yes... Sir"

When he trailed the tips of his fingers along her body, her cheeks, her jawline, her throat, down the curve of her shoulder, the smoothness of her back, over her buttocks, thighs, legs, and back up again, when he turned her to again glide his hands along, the front of her throat just under her jaw, that tender spot where the throat and the chest meet, each breast, the tip of each darkened nipple peak, the almost tickling sensation along her belly, inner thigh, learning, feeling, claiming... Sable could feel something in the very depths of her. She had never been touched like this, never, not even her lovers, all 3 of them, had ever taken the time to explore, to tantalize, to simply feel and learn her every curve, every soft, silken surface. He touched her as if to own her.

Her mind replayed that scene over and over, along with, as he paused between his "sessions" which is what her mind had decided to classify them as, to again allow the softness of his touch to calm her, to help quell her trembling.

It all, surprisingly to Sable, was easy to tolerate, altho she could not deny, even in her dream, the sensations that were racing thru her at lightning speed. But it was when his "session" with the leather floggers, the soft, almost deliberate teasing, only to be interrupted by a hard lash that caused her to cry out. The first time, she bit her lip so hard she thought she drew blood. And always followed by the gentle caress of his hands, the sound of his measured breathing. Not letting her forget that he was there, and he was in control.

But, as her dream progressed, and she actually tossed and turned a bit, the cane came into play. The cane brought pain, but it also brought an immense pleasure that burned it's way thru her body. Behind the blindfold, Sable had closed her eyes, in fact, she had dared not open them. She was afraid, in the depths of her core that if she opened her eyes, forgetting she was even blindfolded, she would see His eyes watching her, and she would have begged to be his and she did NOT want to do that. NO, she would not. She could NOT.

And she came, again, in her sleep, as she had holding onto that cross. Her body shuddering, she gasping in her breath. She felt the spasm in the very depths of her sex, the flood of her own juices yet again, and this was more intense than any masturbating pleasure that she had climaxed with, and she was not even touching herself. Her eyes shot open and she sat up, and the pain shot thru her again. DAMN she hurt everywhere. Not a horrible, debilitating pain, but an ache, a deep seated ache that radiated out everywhere.

What had she let him do to her.

What... had.... she .... let .... him.... do.... to .... her....

Let him.

That was when it hit her. She had LET him. Not once had he secured her to that cross. Not once had he held her in place, except with his words. Did that make her weak? Or did that make her Strong? And what if he told anyone what she had LET him do to her? Would it have been better if he HAD tied her down? Then her choice would have been taken away. Did that make her Weak? Being tied down? Or was she weak because she LET him... and she ENJOYED IT.... and she.... wanted ... more...

She found the fruit and water next to her bed, and popped a grape and strawberry into her mouth. As she let the sweetness run down her throat, she wondered how she would face him tomorrow. To say she was confused, not with the mechanics of what happened, but WHY, was an understatement. And why did she keep hearing his voice, "then you are on the wrong side"

She spent the rest of the night pacing her room, gazing out the window as the sun came up. Trying to make sense of what and why she was feeling what she was feeling. And it didn't help that she had an interview in the morning for the TODAY show. From her home, thank goodness, she was not going back to New York anytime soon, but she needed to prepare for that on top of everything else.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sable had wondered into the kitchen and made coffee, for any who wanted. She herself had a cup of tea. She headed to Bethany's room, but stopped short when she heard Titus in there. She did not want to face him, not yet. She listened for a moment to the conversation about her schedule, and heard the very distinctive "yes Sir". She felt the slightest shiver tingle down her spine. Sable knew Bethany really did not know or understand what the really meant. Bethany was a very "pliable" soul, that was how Sable saw it. Sweet, a bit of a slut, and easily... well... manipulated. She was no sure of the extent Titus had.... well... what he had done with Bethany, and Sable was not jealous in any way. If that was what Titus wanted, then she no longer cared. Bethany deserved to be happy, right?

But Sable knew, she was smart enough to know, and had played in that world enough ... "Then you are on the wrong side" ... she shook her head to get those words out of her mind, she was smart enough, after last nights "event" to know that Bethany could never feed what Titus needed. Why she knew that, she was not sure. Perhaps because she knew, on some level, that he needed more of a challenge. Not that SHE would be that challenge. NOPE... NO NO NO.... DON'T BE A WEAK CUNT....

She had managed to put the "event" of the night prior out of her mind... altho her body reminded her with every step what she had allowed him to do to her.. "She let Him" do to her..... but she refused to let the thoughts, the memory, the dream interfere with her day. Had it all been a mistake? Should she release him from his contract? "no, I can't" she said to herself. Would he ever reveal what....."she let him" ... do to her? No, wait, it wasn't that. He, had professed that he would die to keep her safe. Would another bodyguard do that? Sable didn't even think Ben would do that. God she hated being confused.

She went back to her room. The words came back, if only for a moment. "Then you are on the wrong side"

"God Damn it" She got to her feet, robe wrapped around her tightly. He was not in his room. He wasn't with Bethany, altho she thought maybe he was. But nope, she heard nothing and when she let herself in to check, Bethany had fallen asleep, alone...

She found him in the gym....

"hey, Superman!" Sable liked that term, it took the edge off for her, making him less.. maybe intimidating, in her eyes.

She had to struggle to keep her confidence in place as soon as she saw him, which was something she was not used to. But she did NOT want him to see her as weak, or worse, as submissive, not here, not now.

"I... I need you to explain your comment, from last night." GOD DAMN it... why did she hesitate when she spoke. She did not elaborate, he had to know what she meant.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You see them as a flawed, weak person"

Sable let those words sink in. Did she see submissives, or even subordinates like that? Did she? Well, maybe. But depending on the person. She did not think she judged people as a whole like that, just the ones she.. well met and interacted with. And some were weak, it was that simple.

But she had been taught that weakness of any kind was a bad thing. Her father drilled that into her. Maybe that was why, when she put the gun to his head as he woke up that morning that he looked so fucking surprised. He didn't expect his "weak cunt of a daughter" to show that kind of strength now did he.

She was about to say something, and then stopped herself. Sable wasn't sure she wanted Titus in her head in any way. That could be dangerous, well, that could be, revealing perhaps is the better word...

"That is not how I see it. You see, there is only one kind of submissive... It's not the kind that believes the same thing as most dominates do... there is something wrong with them inside and need someone else to take over because they are weak or broken or whatever. Those kinds of submissives, need to seek therapy because no amount of flogging, beating, or binding will every fix what is wrong with them for real. That is NOT the kind of submissive I see you as."

NOT the kind of submissive I see you as...

"A true submissive has real needs. Genuine needs. Their bodies are temples and they get to choose who uses that temple. They need to be controlled and dominated, not because they are weak, but because they are strong. No one person can ever control every aspect of their lives. Not you, not me, no one. So a strong submissive is one who doesn't kneel because they are broken, coerced, or weak, they kneel because they want to. They kneel because they want to entrust their bodies and minds to someone who can help them feed those needs. Kind of like how you trusted me last night."

"So when I say you chose the wrong side... I think the sleep you got last night is a testament to my claim. When I say Submitting to another is not weakness, I believe it to the core. What you did last night required bravery, trust in me, a HUGE leap of faith, and dignity. Let me ask you... does any of that sound like weakness to you?"

Sable stayed quiet. He could tell that her mind was processing, and dissecting, every word he had said. It went against everything her father had drilled into her, not to mention her Agent, and the Directors, and everyone else involved in the movie making industry. It was all about taking orders, doing what they were told. Maybe that was why she was the star that she was.. She broke the cycle early on..

When she had first started out, after being "discovered" in the credit card commercials she had been in, her first movie, called "Paradise Found" the director, a bellowing bear of a man who expected everyone to jump when he hollared, had insisted that she go topless for more than one scene. She had "allowed" him to force her to do it. And she HATED it. She felt weak, as if she were not in control. It had been her father's words "DON'T BE A WEAK CUNT" that had changed that after that movie. SHE always called the shots when it came to her character.. ALWAYS...

"Does any of that sound like weakness to you?"

Sable wasn't even sure she wanted to speak. She was afraid, in that moment that her normally pretty strong voice would... well... hesitate..... so she simply shook her head.

She did not even realize she was trembling, and trembling so much that he could easily see it. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing had deepened. And she dared NOT look up at him, she would not. So much could be said with the eyes........

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"But you do need help to change what is going on up here."

She had listened intently, to every word. It made sense. All of it did. But, even tho her father was nothing more than a monster for the most part, what he had said all her life made sense as well. In some twisted way.

Back in her room, her "comfort zone" she felt better. The confusion had waned.

Bethany knocked 20 minutes later. She was up and about. Sore, shoulder stitched, bandaged and in a sling, tired. "You sure you are up for this?" Sable asked. "I'll be ok. It's just downstairs in the main room. But, Miss Sable, you need to know, Seth, the shooter is saying he is in love with you and wants you to .. wait for him... while he's in prison"

"Oh Lovely" Sable said, shaking her head. The kid was obviously troubled, had killed Victor Crumm, and could have killed countless others. And now he was "in love" with her. Well, truth be told, it seemed that "thousands" of people were "in love" with her. Her PR firm handled so much mail, emails, gifts, it was staggering. Sable had no real clue what it felt like to be "in love". She certainly didn't love her high school Boyfriend Bradley, tho maybe she thought she did at the time. And Jasper and Derrick, nope. No love there, even tho Derrick had professed his love for her over and over. What did love even feel like?

The thought wandered around her mind for a bit, and she was kind of glad it was, it gave her an excuse to NOT think about what Titus had said.

Titus. Not once did Sable even consider Titus for.... well... anything of that nature. He was not her "type" .. Wait did she even have a type? When she thought about it, Bradley, Jasper and Derrick had all been dark haired, dark eyed, lean, wiry type of guys. Perhaps think of a Jared Leto type. Titus was more Bethany's speed. Bethany always liked the "Superman" kinda guys. Sable, was more into the Nightwing, Hawkeye, maybe even Venom type of "hero/anit-hero"... with that bad boy vibe. She knew it was stupid, but there was no other way to describe it. Didn't all girls in their 20s have some kind of strange "crush"? Hell she was the crush of goodness knows how many guys from 15 to 75. Including Seth the almost mass murderer/bomber.

Sable dressed for the interview, as she pondered about "love". This time choosing a deep sapphire blue dress that lain on every curve of her luscious body just perfectly, not too tight, not too lose. She paired that with her signature leather boots as always. Her hair she left down and loose, the darkness looking even blacker against the color of her dress, highlighting the sparkle of her eyes. She truly was gorgeous and it took very little effort.

"You are beautiful Miss Sable" Bethany commented as they headed down to the main room, meeting up with Titus, adorned, as always, in his suit. Sable heard Bethany's soft intake of breath in seeing Titus, and she could not help but grin just a little, meeting his eyes for a moment in an almost knowing look before she stepped past him. "Looking good Superman" she said as she passed.... Showing that little bit of smartass that was still there and always would be.

The interview went off without a hitch, and focused exclusively on Seth and the incident. "How do you feel" "What were you thinking" "Did you know he says he's in love with you?" "He wants you to go visit him? Will you?" Sable actually answered yes to this question. She had promised Seth she would help him, maybe she could. She knew Titus would be against it, but she was the Boss... right?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Make what happen?"

Sable only heard the last of the conversation. She was going to have to remind Bethany at least, that these kinds of conversations regarding anything about her, were to be brought to her immediately, and not discussed "behind her back". Now mind you, this was not really "behind her back" but this was her life. Her life, her decision. For a moment, Titus and his explanation of "Hard" vs "Strong" came into her mind.

"Well, will one of you tell me please?"

Sable hated the idea of all that security. Hated the idea of her house becoming some kind of fortress. And especially hated that she was going to have to report her comings and goings to more than just Titus, and Bethany for that matter. She could tolerate Titus, now that she was feeling more comfortable around him, and of course Bethany. But now, there would be so many more. She hadn't even OK'd the additional security and she was already feeling smothered...

But Titus was right. He needed backup and even tho Sable teased him about being "Superman", he was not. She could not ask him to be on guard 24/7 every day of the year just to keep her safe. She wasn't worth that... But she could easily afford the extra everything he needed, so she OK'd it. She wasn't happy, but she OK'd it.

She was beginning to feel like a Prisoner in her own home already anyway since the Seth bomber incident. Her trip to Greece had been cancelled just for this reason. Rumors that someone wanted her dead began to circulate. Names were published in the trashy tabloids, "Bethany the jealous assistant wants Boss Sable dead"- that was most certainly NOT the case. Names of friends, her exes of course, even a couple of her high school teachers and nursing colleagues showed up in the tabloids.

Finding out someone wanted you dead may have freaked others out. Sable tended to take it in stride. How long did she want her father dead and it took her 4 years to actually pull the trigger. She had a gun stashed under her pillow, loaded, she was not sure Titus knew that or not, and one in the bathroom. She took her life and security seriously, but she could not stop living life, right?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Ma'am. I would highly suggest that you cancel your schedule today. Give me time would get the team here and set up. It's just too dangerous right now. Please."

"Miss Sable" she corrected him. She hated Ma'am and sometimes thought he used that to get under her skin. She let her dark eyes move from Titus to Bethany and back and then nodded in ascent. He Was obviously concerned and truth be told, the word "assassin" scared her too, tho she refused to show it... DON'T BE WEAK... Cancelling her schedule for one day, would not be a big deal. But she would not cancel her life. That was not an option.

She had rescheduled the dinner with the Broadway Producer for later this week here in LA. She would not cancel that. Not would she cancel any of the upcoming weekend appearances, including an appearance at the Comic Con event. She was a beloved hero at those events for her portrayal of The High Priestess/Witch in the movie last year about a Werewolf and a Witch... "The Wolf Coven" ... Her character, "Alina the High One" was a fan favorite. She already knew Titus would not like that event at all. But she had to do it. The fans deserved that and without her fans, she had no life.

~

"$50,000 for both " the hitman, hood hiding his hair, bandana masking his features, only his eyes showing, sneered at the man in the BMW. Fucking rich Bastard, he thought to himself. But hey, this was what he did, kill for rich bastards.
"Done" an envelope was passed, and the hitman nodded.
"Timeline?"
"Friday on is fine" the man in the BMW grinned.
The hitman nodded..

~

Sable made her way back to her private bedroom. She was a bit unnerved but she did not want to let that show. But once alone, it came out. The tears flowed, gliding down her cheeks. It was not that she was sad, quite the opposite. She was angry at what had happened with Seth, and the fact that apparently she was the target. She was more than frustrated that she could NOT do anything about it.

Last time she had been this angry and frustrated and lost, she had shot her father. Because HE was the reason. She had no such option this time. GOD she hated feeling like this!!

She got up, pacing the room, then slamming her fist into the glass of the large bay window that overlooked the valley below. Of course the window didn't break, but she yelped out in pain... DAMN THAT HURT....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Well well well... Titus was a smartass himself. Quite the endearing quality, Sable thought to herself. She missed sparring with a smartass. They were few and far between. Randall, ahh yes, her high school sweetheart. He had been quite the smartass. It was one of the things she liked so much about him.

3 Days later.. Friday...

Her dinner with the Broadway Producer was on Friday 9pm at the King's Table Grille. A very high end restaurant. Right now it was the middle if the night, and she was wide awake. She was pacing her room again. "Fucking can't sleep...I am wide fucking awake" she mumbled to herself. She had been stuck in the house for 3 straight days. There had been several credible threats on her life. She had several online interviews, all talking about what was happening. "How are you handling it?" "What about your family in Miami, do you think they are safe" "Do you know who is doing this?" ... It was relentless... and her resolve was starting to crack...

She remembered Titus, and his explanation of hard... versus... strong.. and right now, she had no clue which one she was, or wanted to be.

She only knew... she needed help.

Sable took a deep, deep breath.

First, she took a long, hot shower, to help her relax. After towel drying off, she slipped on her favorite robe. Not the black or red satin ones her boyfriends always wanted to see her in, no, this was a soft, sapphire green robe. It was warm, it was comfortable, and altho she did not really see it herself, she looked stunning in it. She pulled back her long, still damp hair into a loose pony tail....

And ... she went to the room that Titus was currently living in during all this.. commotion had started. For more than 5 minutes she paced outside. She had never, ever, ever, been this nervous before. She HATED the feeling, but she... needed..... it.... She desperately needed it..... She had already checked to make sure Bethany was not in there. The girl was sound asleep in her own room.

And it wasn't that she wanted sex. Hell if that was all it was, she would have approached this differently. She may not have slept with alot of guys, but that was by her choice, not lack of experience. She knew that she looked... well she knew how she looked. She never really understood why others thought she was so exotic, as Derrick, one of her Ex's had once called her. But she knew, with her raven black hair and dark eyes, she was different than alot of others, who had that Bethany quality to them. No, this was not about sex...

It was about need....

She knocked on the door, lightly. She knew he would hear it. Even if he was asleep she knew he would. And she lowered down to her knees, to wait for him to open the door, and when he did, she said 2 words and NO, they were NOT "I submit"... the words were... "I Need"......

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I just need you to answer two things for me. First, what did you learn about yourself from the ... last time? Two, what exactly is it that you need?"

She did take some time to think about this. About his questions. She went back to his explanation about strong versus hard. She wanted strong. She wanted to be seen as a strong independent woman. Could she be that, and still be on her knees? She still was not sure she understood how that worked. Her father's lessons, if one wanted to call them that, had been harsh, unrelenting. She had to be strong to endure that.

"I learned, that I have the option of walking away any time I desire as I was not bound that first time" her voice was soft, but resolute. "I also learned that I need to...." she paused trying to think of the right words.. "I need to... let you .... help me"... she purposely did not say "dominate" or "command"...

What did she need? What exactly did she need? This need, still confused her to no end, especially satisfying it this way. She was used to feeding this particular Demon if you want to call it that, by dominating another herself. She replayed his words over and over in her head, but still found it hard to believe that doing what she was doing, kneeling, and handing "control" to another, was not weak. She wanted to understand it more. She wanted to be able to do this and feel strong.
BUT...
She was afraid if she TOLD him any of this, he would see her as weak. So it felt like a spinning circle to her right now.

So to answer this question was the hardest of all and she was not sure she could.... yet...

But what she did know was that she needed it, and what she did not realize quite yet was, having the strength and nerve to do what she had just done and TELL him that, was indeed incredibly strong.

God, she was so tired of being alone and pretty much trusting no one. She did not even trust Bethany completely. No one knew the deepest parts of her. The deepest secrets. Maybe letting him be in control would... maybe... allow her to just be... herself... maybe...

But again she said none of this to him.

She thought for a minute about the submissives she saw at the Club. Jerry for example. Pliant, submissive Jerry. Was he strong? Could he be? She did not know much about him outside the Club, but he was one of the one's the Bartenders always said "understood" what being submissive was all about. The Bartenders would often point out the pain sluts, guys and girls just there for the pain aspect. They would chat about the subs or slaves who just did not have a clue, that wanted a "sugar daddy" to take care of them, and thought they could actually get that there... Sable had sworn to herself she would NEVER submit to anyone and be... like that..... Until Titus explained it to her, and what he said was so different from that...

"I want... to learn... more" she finally admitted, but this time she could not bring herself to look up at him.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sable had felt her body tense when he mentioned "rules" and she noticed that he immediately picked up on it.

Rules. Her father always had rules. When she or her mother disobeyed... NO, that was NOT something she wanted to think about. NO... And this.. this was different.. right???

She listened, intently. Within her mind she heard herself say "he is NOT your father. Stop thinking that anyone in any kind of authority position is your father"

But it was more than obvious that Titus had picked up on her nervousness, her fear. "Look at me, please" For a moment, the fact that he said please, actually calmed her, eased her mind, the chill that for some reason had threatened to overwhelm her disapated. Her dark eyes lifted to his and watched him, closely, studying him, as she listened to what he was saying.

It did not surprise her that Titus attributed her tensing, her nervousness, to her career, or her relationship with her fans. That was the logical step to take. The reasons for her tensing, for her nervousness ran so much deeper than that, so much more personal. As for her pride, she had plenty of pride, well, let's just say she "showed" plenty of pride, of being self-assured, she showed plenty of confidence. But remember, she was an actress after all. She was strong, she had always had a very strong personality, as opposed to her very weak-willed mother. That she took after her father.

He studied her for a long moment and then he said, "I will ask you again, do you accept that what I promise you is truth? Do you trust me enough to follow my commands, no matter what they are? I will not be upset with you if you are not ready for that leap. It is a big leap of faith. But I can not and will not go forward unless I know you put your faith in me because you know I will help you satisfy those needs every time."

Sable tilted her head slightly, as she carefully considered every word. Yes, she had appeared at his door, in nothing but a robe, on her knees. Yes, she had allowed him to give her a taste of.... his... lifestyle .. and she did not walk away even tho she had not been bound, but she would not make an agreement like this without careful consideration.

"yes, I trust you enough to know that whatever happens will stay between us" She had never thought Titus was one to talk. He never talked about himself let alone anyone else. It dawned on her at that moment that she really knew nothing about him..

She then hesitated before she spoke... weighing her words carefully. "Yes, I will follow your... commands.. but I reserve the right to question said command if I feel uncomfortable" Was that unreasonable? Would he allow her that small.... measure... of some ... control? She could not stop the fact that she was trembling again. She desperately wanted to feel again what she felt with him before, even if for just a little while. She wanted so desperately to put her trust in someone else..