The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) by Suzanne Steele

didn’t realize the varying colors in blood told a story. Whether it was the color of deep, dark, black cherries or a bright, cardinal red, its varying degrees of color revealed so much about the person who bled. It revealed its type, the health of the person, and it even revealed oxidation—how long it had been out of the victim’s body. He could hear it speaking to him, calling out his name and urging him on to the next fatality. Answering the call wasn’t a choice; it was a command, a mandate that had to be acknowledged and obeyed. It cried out to him from the bodies it flowed through and he would give it what it desired above all—release. As he released the blood from his victim’s bodily prison, it provided release for him. It was beautiful but, at the same time, it was frustrating. He was so enamored and bound by its call, it had become the only way he could experience sexual release. He was long past being able to experience pleasure in the vanilla realm of eroticism. He’d surpassed wanting to enjoy BDSM that played by the rules. He’d moved deep into the vortex of debauchery and deviance and he had no intention of ever turning back; he was having too much fun.

Agent Turner
    “Why did you fuck with that poor guy like that? You know good and well he isn’t our killer. I thought the poor guy was going to cry during the interrogation you just put him through.”
    Agent Turner chuckled at his partner’s reaction. “Perhaps I’m a tad bit sadistic myself. You should be careful,” he playfully teased.
    He backed away as she suddenly stalked in his direction. She grabbed his nuts and clenched them in her fist before she twisted. “Don’t fuck with me, boy! I asked you a question.” His breath hitched in agony as he eyed her expression. She resembled a predator eyeing prey and she looked vicious, like she wanted to clamp her teeth down on his throat and rip his life away from him. It was making his cock hard.
    He witnessed a sneer cross her countenance when she realized he was excited, the growth in her hand providing the evidence. “You’re disillusioned if you think you’ll ever top me, boy . You’ll never be free of me and you’ll damn sure never fucking dominate me.”
    He was horrified when she began to stroke her hand over his thickened cock in his pants. “Mistress, we’re at work. Please, not here.” He was relieved the door was shut but it wasn’t locked and anyone could come in.
    “Shut the fuck up, you little bitch!” Her hand unzipped his pants and removed his cock as she glared at him, daring him to stop her. She smeared the pre-cum seeping through the tiny opening in his cock over his swollen, throbbing head and started pumping. She gripped it hard and stroked it as he fought off the climax she was determined to make him experience in the public setting.
    “You little bitch, who the fuck do you think you are threatening me? Whose bitch are you, Agent Turner? ”
    “Ahh fuck, Mistress, I’m coming. Ahh shit, not here.”
    “I say when, I say where, and I fucking say how. Now come, boy. ”
    He groaned as his seed shot out against his will.
    “Now, get that shit cleaned up, get your fucking ass out to your desk, and go back to work. We’ve got a killer to catch.”
    He rushed into his private bathroom and braced his hands against the sink. He took a moment to steady his breathing as he thought, what the fuck just happened?
    He knew what happened. He knew exactly what she had done to him. She had dug her talons even deeper into his soul and taken more of what she wanted—him.
     

    Toby
    Toby beamed as his Mistress confirmed to him how pleased she was with his training.
    “You’re doing so well. I’m proud to present you to the BDSM community tomorrow night. Are you ready, pet?”
    “I’m a little nervous, Mistress.”
    His eyes were downcast as he spoke. He smiled, just one corner of his mouth lifting, to reveal how much his Mistress affected him. She lifted his chin in her