Page 137 of Deep Cover

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Cole

Ireturned home from meetings with investors and interested parties. The new directions St. Martin Pharma had determined to go were in the process of being set up. I'd been across the country but not out of it. My head of security would have my head if I tried something that stupid.

Nina met me before Annie ever knew I was back. She's a professional dominatrix who actually loves her work. A true sadist though with masochistic tendencies.

"She refused to let me touch her," she said, sitting down across from me in my office in the main compound. Outside January rain was slashing down onto the desert floor. January and February Southern Nevada forgets that it's a desert.

I nodded at her to continue. She didn't need to know I'd anticipated Annie's refusal to be taken in hand by Nina especially in her nurse persona. More than once since she became mine she'd brought up the strip search when angry about something.

Annie wasn't the sort to forgive and forget.

Nina was shifting in her chair. Her job over, she wore a short tight miniskirt of the Basic Instinct variety.

My eyes didn't stray. That was part of the game. I drew out the interview, getting all the details from her about Annie's misdeeds and letting her explain a few of the punishments she'd like to have inflicted if I hadn't left her only the right to threaten, not the right to touch.

Nina's restlessness became more pronounced the slower I went, asking questions and taking opinions. In truth I had no intention of punishing Annie. I'd hoped she'd fight. After what had happened with the hit being put out rather than me opening the door and saying, "By all means, go back to Seattle and clean things up, then hurry right back here!" she'd become quiet.

I wanted to know that the fighter was still in there.

And it didn't hurt Nina any to be refused.

Now I was back, she wanted to be paid. When I'd kept her waiting for more than forty-five minutes, I gave in and brought out her payment – in twenties and smaller denomination bills, more than five thousand dollars for the week.

And then I got down to the business of paying her.

Nina, stretched out on an iced metal medical exam table, wrists and ankles secured. Nina, receiving the enemas she'd like to have given Annie, filling her high, hot and a helluva lot as the expression went.

Nina, stretched out, a butt plug in place, her mouth stopped with a ball gag because it's the largest plug she's ever had and covered with casein oil.

Nina, slashes across her ass from a handful of switches.

Nina, face up, being given a cropping on her exposed pussy.

Nina, rethinking everything she wanted to do to my slave. The secret to most masochists is that in the middle of it all? It still hurts.

Nina wasn't an exhibitionist. She hated being seen naked almost as much as Annie did.

I threw her clothes out the door after her, and asked the guards to help her pick them up.

I figured it would take her about an hour to drive back to her house in Henderson.

An hour and a half later, I received her thank you text.

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