Chapter 4

When Cole arrives he brings with him a beautiful brunette vixen with him. She's dressed in only a short, tight, black dress, a pair of sky-scraper stilettos and her confidence. Admiration ebbs through her as she watches the cool and sexy woman gliding in so effortlessly.

"Katy this is Cole, who you've already met. And that...is Cassandra," introduces Mason before going on with the formalities, "just to prove to you this is a proper scene- Cassandra, Cole out of your own choices are you both willing participating to the events about to take place here and now?"

Cassandra's coy eyes flash to Cole before they both reply their agreement.

Mason then nods for them to proceed as he leans back into the cushioned couch.

Cole slips into his Dom role as Cassandra smirks at the change in attitude of her friend. Well, he's not going to be her friend right now. In fact, she's pretty sure there's going to be some points in there where she'll be very frustrated with him. The man himself, steps closer towards her, circling her like a predator would to his prey. He sidles up behind her and strokes the gently sloping sides of her torso.

"What's the safe word, Cas?" he purrs louder than usual for his audience.

"Break," replies Cas.

Katy watches with a prickle of confusion. She has no idea what a safe word even is and even then, how does Cas know it's 'break'But there's no time to worry about that since she nearly has a miniature heart attack when the warm breath of a very sexy man next to her flutters at her ear lobes.

"The safe word is any word that can be used by the Sub or Subs to stop the scene if they feel too distressed or overwhelmed," explains Mason before leaning back, allowing Katy to breathe a little easier.

Cas's eyes flicker over to them but Cole knows better and remains focused. His arms dart out and in between a soft stroke, he squeezes. A slight grin curls at Cas's lips and she drops her head in submission.

"Soft and slow, Mason?" asks Cole breathing past Cas and lightly brushing at her back. Cas can feel the hairs on the back of her neck spiking in anticipation, hoping that there won't be too much demanded of her. The client she had yesterday only allowed her to come once during the scene and so today, she's far too wired up for anything heavy.

"Light, and not much," nods Mason wanting to slowly introduce this on Katy.

He knows for a fact that it's hard for a lot of regular folk to stomach hardcore BDSM so there is no way a person like Katy can. He also figures he'll have to work his way up. Internally he curses his luck. For a moment he wishes he could have what his brother, Dane does; an easy mate already into BDSM, willing and ready. Instead what does he get? An undeniably beautiful but fearful and scared mate. Not...not that it's her fault.

Katy on the other hand is sucked into the acts of seduction and foreplay happening right in front of her. Cole who'd been nibbling at Cas's neck, slowly zips her out of her tight black glittering material. His fingers gently pry it down her body, trying to avoid touching her skin as much as he can. Cas can feel herself getting impatient as Cole deliberately brushes lightly across her skin without actually feeling.

"Master, please," whispers Cas feeling her smug Master smirk at her neck.

Just as she finishes her sentence he drops the material of her dress. It falls to the floor, revealing a nude Cas, which causes a soft, embarrassed gasp to escape Katy's lips. Blushing like a nun in a strip club Katy shuffles uncomfortably in her seat. Mason decided to ignore Katy's shuffling and blushing and nods subtly for Cole to carry on.

Getting the signal he wants, Cole latches onto Cas's hair and decides to step it up a notch. Tugging on her hair firmly, he steps to her side so she can see him.

"Look at me Angel," he orders. Lust swirled eyes met his and he forces himself to hide his grin.

"Only your back touches me, got it? And you do not come until you are given permission. I will not bind your hands but they are to remain at your sides, clear?"

"Yes, Master," she purrs back.

Not having her hands bound to her sides will just make it even harder for her to resist the urge to lock them onto him, but if that's what her master wants then she'll do the best she can to obey.

"Good girl," he praises, moving back behind her. His hands shimmer along her arms and down to her chest. Shudders of lust rock through Cas as her body reacts to her master.

Watching Cole gently turn on Cas, Katy can't believe men can be so soft, so caring and...beautiful. It goes against everything that Richard is. Everything she believes how men love.

Cole's finger cups Cas's breasts causing a long, quiet moan to be released from Cas herself. Katy bits on her lip anxiously as she watches Cole massage Cas's perky breasts. But as Cas begins to get more turned on and her fingers clench and unclench, in restraint; Cole increases the pressure, rolling her hard buds between his fingers. The first yelp of pleasure, Cas gives out shocks Katy and immediately has her believing Cas to be in pain.

Katy's hands start shaking as memories of the torture Richard and his contraptions worked on her own full-sized breasts come to mind. It's the one thing she hated most out of everything he'd done to her. The ways he had 'played' with her breasts-pain didn't even cover it. She remembers begging him, as he had towered over her in pleasure enjoying her cries and weeping. Thankfully, that was only to turn him on and after that he deprived nothing for himself, which was when...other things would happen.

Katy shudders at the resurfacing of those memories. Never again, she reminds herself. No matter what, she will never return to that. Because the only way Richard is touching her body again is if it's dead. Although, as long as she plays her cards right with the man next to her, she'll be safe in hiding, at least for now.

"Katy, your hands are shaking. Would you like this to stop, or do you think you can go on?" asks a low, deep voice.

Katy snaps her eyes to meet with faux-concerned deep blue ones. No way can this stranger really be that concerned about her. She clasps her hands tight to try stop them shaking or at least minimise the action, and inhales deeply through her nose. If she says no now, what would the man do? He'd promised he wouldn't be angry but what if he does get angry? What if he calls Richard? Or the police?

"N-no. It's o-okay. I'm fine," replies Katy.

'I'm fine'; it's the once phrase Katy can convincingly say and sound like she means it. It's taken her at least a year to perfect it. And even though she can convince everyone else who hears it, she can never convince herself.

Cole carries on after getting Mason's assured nod again. His hands glide down to Cas's already creaming pússy; the wetness reaching the tops of her inner thighs. Cas buckles against Cole as he slips a hand between her thighs, but his hand only strokes at the insides of her thighs, and in denial she feels herself growing even more aroused. Then, just as his fingers brush at the outer layers of her sweet haven, she moans in pleasure and frustration. She's so ready for him, and yet he still teases her. Her hands are doing all they could to remain faithfully at her sides and not to push that one teasing finger up but it's so...damn hard.

Katy wills herself to block it all out. But it's impossible not to notice Cas's wails and her clenched fists. She knows, Cas is in pain, her stiff body language shows it all and Katy hates the fact that she can do nothing to help.

Mason glances at Katy and swears he can see the waves of discomfort rolling off her like a tsunami. But he remains silent and just observes. Katy's hands seem to have just increased in shaking and by the staccato of her chest he can tell her breaths have shortened. Every so often she'd wear a blank expression, eyes glazing over before she snaps herself out it. He internally sighs, realising that she's a lot more damaged than he'd originally thought, especially if she can't even see Cas's enjoying it.

Cas breaks the silence in the room with a satisfied low groan as Cole's finger slides into her.

"Thankyou Master," she pants as a pleased Cole reaches deep within her. His fingertips cock, stroking the inside of her walls causing a sharp shot of pleasure to resonate throughout her. Her knees momentarily buckle as she digs her fingernails into her pals to cease the movement and not latch onto Cole.

"Master, please, please may I hold onto you?" she begs, as Cole slowly puts his talented fingers to work.

"If I let you hold onto my arms or neck, I expect something in return, understand?" bargains Cole.

"Yes Master, anything," eagerly agrees Cas, all reasoning and common sense going out of the window.

Katy softly gasps again hearing the bargain. She can't help think Cas has gotten herself into more of a mess. And she dreads to think what he'll do to her. Bargaining is never a good idea. And for Katy bargaining with Richard meant having him go easier onto her next time. Only easy was never just easy. It was still gruelling and punishing but for that little less pain it had somehow been worth it. But Richard only made bargains on good days; otherwise he'd felt no need for them. Why would he? She was already his. She'd had to give into every one of his commands anyway, so what point was there for him to bargain with her? Silent crystal tears glide down her cheeks.

Cas's moans increase in volume as Cole drags her towards that orgasm, never letting her touch it though.

"Master, please? Please?!" pleads Cas's breathless between her screams.

By this point it's too much for Katy, she already has her eyes clenched tight to block out Cas's cries but they sound so much like hers had been-tortured.

Mason glances across and jolts slightly in surprise when he sees Katy with her head bent over between her shaking, clenched fists and her body rocking lightly back and forth.

He reaches his hand out and as it connects with her back, she screeches out, in unison with Cas, who is howling for a different reason.

"Cole, Cas, leave. Now," orders Mason as both Dom and Sub look shocked at the woman cowering and rocking on the couch.

Cas tugs on her dress as fast as she can before rushing out of there, hot on the heels of Cole.

As the doors close, Mason focuses back on his laboured mate. She's still doing the rocking thing with her head bent down and that worries him, since both Cas and Cole are gone now.

"Katy, Katy!Little Doe, look up. Look at me, darling," he whispers trying not to touch her and freak her out more.

Although Katy wants to keep hiding, something in her knows she's under no threat. It recognises Mason's voice and within those low, soothing tones she can tell there's no intention of harm. With that in mind, her head slowly raises to reveal tear soaked cheeks and quivering lips, not to mention the racking sobs she can't seem to control. Mason's heart sharply clenches at the sight of her. She looks so much like some wounded animal and it absolutely saddens him that this woman who is meant for him in every way, has been touched by evil.

"Hey, hey. They're gone now. It's okay. You're safe, sweetheart. Just try taking deep breaths. We don't want you hyperventilating now," Mason gently instructs her.

In his effort to comfort her, he unintentionally winds his arms around her, and twists her body towards him. Although he expects her to turn away and struggle, she surprises him by melting into his expansive chest, causing her tears streak black spots and lines in his grey t-shirt. But he doesn't mind. He'd let her soak the entire t-shirt if it meant somehow that helpless misery in her would disappear.

It takes Katy a few minutes to suddenly realises just whose arms she's slumped in. Hastily pulling back out of his hold, she wipes the tears and looks fearfully up at him. What on earth will he do to her now?

Mason's hands drop from her but not before lingering that tiny fraction of a second longer, something that goes unnoticed by Katy.

"Katy, don't look at me like that-"

Immediately she lowers her head causing a sigh from Mason. He lightly tilts her head back up to meet with her eyes.

"I meant don't look at me in fear. I told you I wouldn't punish you or be angry, and I'm not. I honour my word Katy. So... thank you. I don't say that often but you deserve it. Especially for sitting through this, even though I see now, it was difficult for you."

Katy's eyebrows knit in surprise and shock.

"S-sir?" whispers Katy.

"Mason, Little Doe, call me Mason," he corrects with a soft smile. The corner of her lips twitch upwards as the start of a shy, timid smile.

"Mason," breathes Katy, a soft blush at her cheeks from it.

"Would you be comfortable discussing what just happened, right now? Or later?" asks Mason.

"Um, later...please." Or never.

"Okay Little Doe but we will discuss it," winks Mason standing up and feeling lighter by having her smiling.

Katy retires back to her room, where Mason tells her Cassandra will visit her. She's left confused as to why that supermodel would be visiting her but she has no time to question him since he leaves hastily. Just as he promises, Cassandra does slip in, flustered and carrying a pile of clothes. Cassandra herself is now out of the short dress and wears casual clothing.

"Hey there! Katy right?" she quips perkily, ignoring the breakdown Katy had previously.

"...Hi," she responds with a small wave before extending her arms to help out the poor woman.

But Cas simply waves her away tossing the clothes onto the bed before standing with her hands on her hips and huffing a breath of air.

"Okay, so I kind of guessed your size and asked around. This is the best I could gather, that's clean and unused," explains Cas picking up a pretty, pale pink bra.

She pushes it up against Katy, causing her to squeal and jump in shock. Cas bursts out into giggles before managing to smother them.

"Damn," whistles Cas, "this is the largest I could find. Hm...I don't suppose you want to go without?"

Katy's eyes go wide as she asks, "in public?"

"I'm guessing that's a no..." Cas rummages through the clothes before bringing out another item in joy, "ah-ha! Here, it's padded so it should be okay."

Katy thanks her, taking the sports bra with relief. For her, having such large breasts meant moving about is hard without the support. And although, normally she'd wear two sports bra's when exercising, for day use, one should be okay. Besides, she can't exactly complain when Cas has so generously scrounged up these things.

They manage to dig through the clothes before finding underwear, which Cas assures her, is clean and unused. With the other option of going commando under the cotton, wrap dress, Katy decides to go with trusting Cas. With shoes being the last item on her, Katy's perplexed as to why they're dressing up.

"Am I going somewhere?"

Cas sparks up giving Katy a strange look, "uh yeah, shopping! Sweetie, as much as I would kill to trade places with you and be in Mason's clothes, a girl needs more in her wardrobe than just men's clothing."

Brown eyes go wide in complete amazement before gazing at the bed where her previous garment lie. She had no idea she was wearing Mason's clothes. A rosy flush of excitement and embarrassment steals across Katy's cheeks before she realises just where Cas is taking her. She can't go shopping! She has no money.

"Cas it's okay I-"

"Great, now let's go! I hope you don't mind but Mason asked me to come with you two shopping. Just for some fashion advice and such."

"Oh, um thanks, and I don't mind-you coming shopping with us that is."

"You sure? Because I know a lot of girls who wouldn't mind some alone time with Mason," winks Cas.

Katy's nervous smile slips slightly as she desperately tries to ignore that stab of jealousy through her at that particular comment. She shouldn't be jealous. She has no reasonable reason to be jealous. She's sworn off men now, remember? Especially one's that give her intense gazes and looks like Michelangelo painted them.

"I-I don't. I don't like him, at least not like that. He's very kind for taking me in but I want to leave. Do you think there'd be any possibility of him letting me go?"

" 'Letting you go'? What are you talking about, sweetie? Where do you want to go? I mean, Mason's a good guy, scary as hell if you get on the wrong side of him but a really good guy. Maybe he's just looking out for you, protection and all," explains Cas with a short shrug.

Katy quietly snorts in her head. He is not looking out for her. She doesn't quite know what he wants yet but he cannot just be taking in strays like herself out of the goodness of his own heart. What she doesn't understand is that she has nothing, absolutely nothing, so why is he prolonging this? Why does he not just come straight out and tell her what he wants from her, rather than playing this whole 'I care about you', 'I want to protect you' game?

"Anyway, come on!" Cas snaps with an excited clap.

Katy slips on the pair of sunglasses given to her and the floppy straw hat, just as Cas bounds down the stairs.

"Mason's got a conference call so he's sending Cole with us instead, but that doesn't matter because, guess what?" she chirps, producing a gold plated card and grins wickedly, "we have his credit card."

"And...he doesn't mind?" bewilderedly quizzes Katy.

"Nope, handed it to me himself. He must really like you," excitedly pips Cas, and although she meant it as a fleeting comment, Katy can't help replay it in her mind.

'He must really like you'. 'He must really like you'.

Katy can't believe it. She hopes for it not to be true... She hopes he doesn't like her. It'll just complicate everything and she really didn't need any men like Richard in her life again.