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Sophie frowned. Recalling the moment Paul had said it to her. Double checking that she had actually heard it. What he'd said. When. How. Working out the implications of the carelessly-uttered sentence.
It took her a fraction of a second to come to her conclusions. The same as it took me.
How could Paul know I wasn't seeing Hannah? It was obvious that it wasn't Sophie who told him. So it was either Hannah herself or, more likely, Alex.
Which of the two scenarios though? Neither were great from my perspective.
If Hannah had told Paul, when would she have done it? Any time, I supposed, if she was in contact with him. Which she could have been, just like Sophie was, having also been one of Alex's girls.
But maybe... maybe she told him on Monday night. Which is why she had been busy then. And was that why she wasn't free last night either, because she was recovering?
No. It couldn't be that. She said she was free tonight, if I wanted her. If Paul had done to her on Monday what he had done to Sophie last night, then she would still be marked for days to come.
No, my money was on Alex. But how would Alex know? Unless Hannah told him she wasn't seeing me because she was busy... Or unless he'd told her not to see me... which would mean...
I knew that was it. Alex knew Hannah wasn't seeing me last night because he'd told her not to. And he had told Paul, for some unknown reason. Maybe it just came up in some conversation between them. Maybe while they were having a laugh about Sophie's stupid husband.
No. There was a reason behind everything Alex did. I was sure of that. There was a reason he told Paul, but what that was exactly was beyond me just at that moment.
The one thing I couldn't figure out was just why Alex had told Hannah not to see me. And why Monday as well?
Had he sent her to meet someone else? Or was he just doing it for kicks, knowing that I would have wanted to see her. To remind her, after her weekend with me, that it was still him who ultimately controlled her.
Because it was...
That was my bet.
But I knew now. So how should I play this?
I didn't get the chance to think about that just then, because Sophie spoke. She had come to a completely different conclusion.
Her tone was full of suspicion. Bordering on accusatory.
"How did Paul know that you weren't seeing Hannah last night? Did you tell him? Is there something going on with all this that I need to know about?"
I looked at her incredulously. Is that how she really saw it?
And then I remembered that Sophie didn't know Hannah wasn't available last night. Unlike me she didn't have any reason to see a connection between Hannah not being available and Paul knowing about it. And therefore she had no cause to look deeper and see Alex's hand behind it all.
She had jumped to the most obvious conclusion available to her with the facts at her disposal.
I answered her firmly. "No, of course I didn't tell him. I have no idea who he is. And what do you mean is there something going on? You think I'm in cahoots with Alex or something? That I've put him up to all this?"
She could see that I was telling the truth. And her question had obviously lacked conviction. She had found it hard to believe herself. Probably because she knew that I wasn't capable of something like that.
She frowned, reconsidering the possibilities. Then her face changed, but if she had come up with a new theory she wasn't sharing it with me.
She simply said "Oh, well I don't know then." and resumed dressing.
Should I tell her what I suspected? Was this a chance to begin to lift the veil that Alex had drawn over her?
But it was just a suspicion, albeit a strong one, and it would mean having to tell her that Hannah was unavailable the night before, and that, in turn, would mean admitting that I'd been disingenuous about my reasons for staying in. That I didn't really have her best interests in mind. I just hadn't been able to get what I wanted.
And with no guarantee that Sophie would buy my theory anyway. The comments in her blog about how amazing her Master was came back to me. How good he was to her. Would she believe me if I said that Alex might not be playing things straight?
And besides it was only really me he was playing, not Sophie, as far as I knew, so would she really care?
The risk was that she wouldn't believe me and I would just come out of it worst, with Sophie finding out that I'd lied to her about wanting to be home last night.
No. I needed to find out for certain what was going on. And the best way to do that, the only way, was to confront Hannah about it.
I'd already arranged to see her that night. I'd booked a room in the Travelodge again. I knew Sophie was OK about me taking Hannah back to ours, to the spare room, but she was going to be in that night and I didn't think our new arrangements stretched to kicking Sophie out so I could fuck Hannah. Not yet anyway. And after her session with Paul I couldn't have asked her to go out somewhere tonight anyway.
So I was meeting Hannah for a drink at seven, before going to the hotel. Now though my plans had changed.
I would still meet her for a drink, but I would ask her, straight out, how Paul knew we weren't meeting. And I had a plan to test her sincerity.
After that the day went to plan. Just a normal Wednesday, if normal Wednesdays included running over the conversation with my supposed sub in my mind all day and messaging my wife a couple of times to check if she was OK after she had been disciplined by a sadistic dom the night before.
I left work promptly at five and was showered, changed and out the door again before Sophie came home. I wanted to get to the bar early, to get myself the drink I'd been wanting all day, but mainly to make sure that I could get us a discreet table for the conversation I wanted to have with Hannah. Or with Victoria, as she may be by the end of the evening.
I found that there'd been no need to rush. The bar was dead and I had my choice of whichever table I wanted.
Hannah arrived, five minutes late, as usual. Stunning, as usual. I looked at her wistfully, wanting her, but knowing that I would probably never have her again.
We kissed, as though everything was normal, and I went to get us some drinks. I was watching her as I was waiting to be served. She had her phone out, tapping away. Was she updating Alex on the meet?
When I returned to the table she was immediately flirty.
"I didn't really need a drink tonight," she said, smiling mischievously, "I just want you to fuck me again."
The smile vanished as I replied. "It's OK, you don't have to pretend any more. Your job is done. Mission completed, you can return to base, Agent H."
She didn't understand.
"I know," I said. "I know what's going on. What's been going on, all along. That Alex put you up to all this, a little honey trap, to get me to go along with him taking Sophie."
She frowned. "What do you mean?" Fair play, I thought, she's a good actress.
"It's OK," I told her, "I'm not angry with you. Just myself for believing that you could actually want me. I know you were just doing what Alex told you."
She leaned forward, the frown breaking into a smile and a half chuckle. "What... are you talking about? I told you, Alex was bored with me. And I was bored with him too, if I'm honest, the lack of care was beginning to get to me. I'm not here because he told me to be"
She reached out to touch my hand, looking me straight in the eyes. "I'm yours now. Because I want to be...honestly"
It was time to tell her what I knew, so she could drop the charade. I wondered what Alex would make of the news that he'd been rumbled. He wouldn't be happy with Paul for blabbing to Sophie.
Maybe he'd also be angry with Sophie for telling me. But hopefully this might help me to get her away from him. To prove to her that he wasn't what he seemed, that he couldn't be trusted.
And hopefully before he decided that she needed to be punished for her part in this.
"Paul knew I wasn't meeting you last night. He told Sophie I wasn't." I paused, letting that information sink in.
Now her face changed. Now she knows the game's up, I thought.
"Do you want to tell me how he could know that? Unless you or Alex told him. And I know it was Alex. He told you not to see me last night didn't he. And on Monday. Just because he could. To remind you that he is in charge."
I sat back. Triumphant. And watched as her pale cheeks flushed with the embassment of having been found to be a liar. Possibly the only thing that could make her blush by now.
I waved my hand in the air dismissively. This was the point at which I put the central part of my plan into action. The point at which she would confirm all my suspicions.
"But don't worry, there's nothing I can do about it now. Like I said, you've done your job well. You distracted me long enough for Alex to totally ensnare Sophie, to get her hooked on all this."
She was listening impassively now as I continued. "So you can tell Alex that he's won. He can have Sophie. I can't stop her anyway. I think she'd probably leave me if I tried. And I think I will have to leave her anyway now."
I shrugged. "So there you go. You can trot back to your Master. Tell him he has what he wanted and you don't need to pretend that you're with me anymore."
There. I'd given her an out. She would prove my theory by taking it.
A convincing performance I thought, pleased with myself. Now for the final flourish. I rose to leave. My drink barely touched, but that didn't matter.
"So it's been great. But we're done."
And with that, I walked away from the table, out of the bar and headed for home, to tell Sophie what I had found out. Praying that she would listen to me.
I'd like to say that I felt good for having uncovered the deception. But I didn't. I felt shit. If I was honest, I think what I'd told Hannah... Victoria... was true. Sophie probably was hooked and wasn't going to listen to me.
And I'd lost Hannah too. And I really liked her. Not just having her, owning her. I liked being in her company, spending time together. She wasn't just a fuck to occupy me and keep me sedated while Sophie was away with Alex, or whoever.
She was more than that.
And now I'd lost her and probably wasn't getting Sophie back either.
But at least I wasn't being played any longer.
I heard my name shouted. I turned instinctively. It was Hannah, or rather Victoria as she now was to me, running up the street after me, or trying to in her heels.
What did she want? To beg me not to say anything to Sophie? To apologise? I half turned to keep on walking away, but there was something about the look on her face.
I waited.
She came up to and pushed me, hard, in the chest with both hands. "Dickhead!" she said, and then calmed "I told you, I'm with you because I want to be, I want to be yours. I like the way you look after me, you moron!"
She looked up into my eyes, pleading. '"Please, come back to the bar, and I'll explain everything. Please. No lies. Honest."
She wasn't taking the way out I'd provided...
So, against my better judgement, and purely because of the way she had asked me, the look on her face, I followed her back to the bar.
Our drinks were where we had left them, untouched. She gestured for me to sit.
She sat herself, and then took a deep breath, composing herself.
"Alex did ask me not to see you last night," she said.
I gave a snort. This was a waste of time.
"But not because of what you think," she continued. "For Sophie."
"What?" I screwed my face up, incredulously. That made no sense.
She sighed. "Has Sophie told you what Paul does?"
"Yes."
She nodded once, slowly. "And did you fuck her when she got home, because she was gagging for it?"
"Yesss..." I drew the word out, slowly. Where was this going?
"Alex knew what Sophie would want after meeting Paul. So he wanted you to be home to give it to her." then she shrugged, and quickly added, "Not for you, admittedly, just for Sophie. But he didn't want her to have to go who knows where looking for it."
Now, for the first time, she looked a little apologetic. "So I agreed. For Sophie. Because I know what it's like after being with Paul." she shrugged again, "and because I like her."
"So I'm sorry. Maybe I should have told you that Alex had asked me. I don't know. But that's just it, he asked me. He didn't tell me. Only you tell me what to do..."
She left the words hanging. I knew she was telling the truth, and I found myself speaking for her.
"And Alex told Paul so he'd know..."
"... that Sophie had someone to see to her afterwards." she finished the sentence.
That actually all made sense. But there was something nagging me. The jigsaw wasn't complete.
"But what about Monday night? You were busy then too. How do I know you weren't meeting someone else that Alex arranged for you?"
She shook her head. "I wasn't. Honestly."
"So what were you doing then? And can you prove it?"
She was quiet for a few seconds, just looking at me. Obviously considering what she should say. In the end she took another deep breath, before briefly looking down, then she looked back at me and said "No, I can't... but Sophie can..."
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It's wild for Steve.
A puppet at best. Not only should Steve read Alice's blog, he should read Hannah's too.
Waiting for eagerly for the next installment.
Thank you OP 
