Chapter 7: Financial responsibility
"So what are we doing here?" Ashley asked out loud sitting in the driver's seat next to Sarah.
"Getting paid" replied Mark matter of factly from the back seat.
Sarah and Ashley exchanged puzzled looks, their curiosity piqued. "Well, yeah, but how are you getting paid?" insisted Ashley, her tone laced with skepticism. "I mean, we're not exactly in the city."
"OK,follow me" Ashley hold the umbrella. Ashley got out of the car. She held the umbrella for Sarah then for Mark. The rain was coming down in buckets. They walked down the park trail passing women walking, some with out unbrellas or jackets until they came to a park waste basket with an "out of order, sorry for the inconvenience " sign attached.
Sarah looked in confusion. The last woman to pass them looked like she just dyed her hair red/orange and the rain made it flow down the right side of her body staining it orange.
Mark removed the full bag, putting a new one in it's place. They walked back to the car in the rain.
Ashley was trying to fix her hair as Sarah opened the door for Mark. He hopped in and pulled the door shut. "And?" Sarah asked
Mark pulled out a thick brick wrapped tight and passed it to Sarah which she pulled open to reveal many thousands of dollars in varying denominations. His bag had a number of bricks like that of varying sizes. "That's a lot of money she said in disbelief "
"Do you think our three floor beach house is cheap? " He asked. "It takes a lot to pay for you 5 woman, food, clothes, and other emanates"
"But how?" Sarah said still not understanding. Ashley shook her head "You really did grow up in a forest" she growled teasingly.
"Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?" Sarah questioned, her voice filled with astonishment.
Mark chuckled, his green eyes twinkling mischievously. "I wanted to see your reactions."
Sarah and Ashley shared a knowing glance, their amusement evident in their expressions. "You should have known better than to underestimate us," Sarah teased, her voice playful.
Mark shrugged, his emerald eyes gleaming with delight. "You remember that expensive part of town we drove to last week?" Mark began. "I used the device". "There was a charity fundraiser going on" He continued. "Many rich people and local celebrities". "I gave them a command. Once a week or two they will gather some cash, wrap it in a trash bag tightly and come here discreetly to put it in the rubbish bin."
"Won't they notice the money gone? Or their spouse/partner notice?" Sarah asked still confused.
"No" Mark said smiling deviously. "Their spouse or partner assumes they are cheating and paying blackmail money to keep it quiet. They say nothing because they are doing the same thing. It's almost a perfect crime.". "To them it's like you dropping a penny or tipping a dollar at the coffee shop " he explained.
"Everyone here is rich. Nobody will notice if we have a ton of money. Mark finished.
Sarah laughed "did you see that half dyed orange woman? It will be hard not to notice that" and they all laughed.
By the time they arrived at their new house the rain had stopped.
They walked into the house to be greeted with a "remove your boots first, I just cleaned that " from Marion
. "yes ma'am" they said removing their wet clothes. They found Emma preparing a feast of food. The smell was mouthwatering. "Is that lasagna?" Sarah asked. "Yep with meatballs and bread" Emma responded. "Umm umm yum yum" Sarah moaned teasingly. "Quiet, children, or you'll get none" Emma scolded playfully.
Mark took half of the bricks of money and put them in the bedroom safe than presented the rest to Indira. "Don't spend it all in one place"
Indira laughed and passed him a steaming cup of tea. His hair still damp
from the rain. She enjoyed seeing him like this, the creator, the controller, so in charge. He was beautiful to her. He had saved her. Without him she would be living in the past unable to let go of her old life.
Mark smiled gratefully, accepting the hot beverage with relish. "Thanks, Indira," he said, his voice soft and appreciative. "I appreciate it."
"Of course, Master," Indira replied, her voice hushed. "What can I do for you?"
"Time for dinner, I guess" he said. "I'm sorry I don't think tea will go with the pasta" Indira apologizes.
"I'll bring wine"
"Please do" Mark replies, his voice tinged with anticipation. "We'll have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves tonight."
Indira smiles knowingly, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with excitement. "As you wish, Master," she says, her voice low and seductive.
A few moments later, the sound of laughter fills the air as the women sit down to enjoy their meal. Emma serves generous portions of lasagna, while Indira uncorks a bottle of merlot, pouring the ruby liquid into each glass.
Sarah eagerly reaches for her plate, her eyes shining with anticipation. The conversation flows freely, the women sharing stories and laughter as they raise their glasses together.
"Cheers!" they toast, clinking their glasses together. "To the future!"
"To freedom!" adds Ashley, her voice brimming with excitement.
Mark raises a brow, his green eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Freedom?" he asks, his voice dripping with curiosity. "What kind of freedom are you talking about?"
Sarah blushes, her heart pounding in her chest.
"We're free from the chains of our past," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "Free to be whoever we want to be."
Mark nods, his emerald eyes locked on Sarah's face. "I understand," he says, his voice deep and caring. "This is your home now, and you have the freedom to explore new experiences and embrace your passions."
Emma grins, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Let's dance!" she exclaims, rising from her chair.
The other women follow suit, their faces glowing with enthusiasm. The music begins to play, a rhythmic beat that resonates within their hearts. Indira steps forward, offering her hand to Mark.
"May I have this dance, Master?" she asks, her voice soft and inviting.
Mark nods, his emerald eyes shining with appreciation. "Of course," he replies, his voice deep and reassuring. As they step onto the dance floor, the others join them, moving to the hypnotic beat of the music. The atmosphere is electric, charged with energy and excitement.
The music pulses through their bodies, propelling them into motion. Indira and Mark sway gracefully, their movements fluid and seamless. Each step feels choreographed, as if guided by an unseen force. Their bodies meld together effortlessly, forming a harmonious union.
Ashley and Sarah cut loose, their movements wild and untamed. They throw caution to the wind, spinning and twirling, lost in the music. They abandon themselves to the beat, allowing their inhibitions to slip away. Emma stands apart, watching her family dance.
Her heart swells with love and gratitude for the man who brought them all together. She remembers her troubled past before meeting Mark, a past she wouldn't trade for the world. Now, she has a loving master and four amazing sisters to share her life with.
As the night draws near, the women retire to their rooms, ready to rest after the long day. Indira stretches out on her bed, enjoying the softness beneath her. She thinks back to her encounter with Mark earlier, feeling a growing warmth inside her.
Her feelings for him have evolved beyond mere gratitude; she now yearns for something deeper and more meaningful. The thought of being with him, having a connection that transcends the boundaries of control and submission, makes her heart race.
Suddenly, there's a gentle knock on her door. Indira sits up, her pulse quickening. She opens the door to find Mark standing there, "move over, my sweet. Stop hogging the bed" he says teasingly. Indira quickly gets off the bed. He slides between the sheets, and Indira watches him with awe. She admires his confident demeanor and the way he carries himself with such poise. Her heart flutters with anticipation as she lies next to him, their bodies pressed closely together.
"Master," Indira whispers, her voice barely audible. Mark turns to look at her, his emerald eyes locking onto hers. "You are a gift to me," she continues, her voice shaking with emotion.
In her country she would have been forced into an arranged marriage. To someone she has no emotional attachment to. He was her master, her creator, he lovingly raised her up out of the darkness. In this world of beauty and light, she could live. His tender touch calmed her fears and made her feel safe. He loved her and she knew it.
"You are my queen," He whispered softly. "My beautiful, strong queen."
Indira felt his breath against her skin, sending chills down her spine. She wanted him to take her, to claim her as his own. She craved his touch, his kiss, his passion. And as the night drew on, she knew that he would give her all that she desired.
He held her in the darkness. His body keeping her warm until the morning came.
Mark got up, took a shower where Marion washed him rubbing his body with soap using her nude body as a wash cloth. He exited the shower where Emma held a towel drying him off. Before entering the shower herself to wash.
He went to the dressing room. Sarah helped dress him. Then went into the shower herself. Ashley shadowed him from room to room careful incase she needed to step in and protect him.
Mark's final stop was the kitchen. Indira offered him a warm cup of tea. Emma was preparing breakfast for everyone.
This is how their standard day begins.
She had cooked a hearty meal of pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs, and a variety of fresh fruits. As she served the plates, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of everyone gathered around the table. There was something truly special about these women—their bond, their strength, and their unwavering loyalty to each other.
"Good morning, everyone!" Emma called out cheerfully. "I hope you're all hungry because I've prepared quite a feast!"
The women nodded, their eyes bright with anticipation.
They sat down to eat, the aromas of the freshly cooked food filling the air. Conversation flowed easily, laughter echoing throughout the room. As they ate, the tension between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and unity.