Michael called her cell phone and she picked up on the third ring. Since she had taken a position as an English professor nearer to Him, Michael frequented Sara's company often. Michael and Sara were lovers for the past year and half. When they met, they were both married and while Michael did love Sara, he couldn't leave His wife, so they remained embroiled in a clandestine love affair.
"Hello, Sir," she whispered into the receiver.
"What are You doing, My baby?" he asked.
"I was about to go to the library to start my thesis."
"No," He ordered simply and a chill ran through Sara as she pulled over to the side of the road.
Licking her ruby lips, she whispered hoarsely, "What are my plans, Master?"
"Go put on a black mini skirt, a sheer silk blouse, black stockings and matching lacy bra with no panties. Meet me at Arnie's in an hour."
"Arnie's is quite popular," she said dryly.
"Yes," He said coolly and she gulped.
"Arnie's, Master, in an hour."
He laughed His deep devilish laugh and hung up. She pulled her little Subaru into the condo complex and ran up two stairs at a time. Glancing at her watch, she knew she had little time to dress and ready herself as her Master had instructed. Quickly, she stripped naked, jumped into the shower, and shaved her legs and pussy bare, as her Master always wanted. Then she powdered and put on perfume. After blow drying, she applied her makeup to accent her dark blue eyes and heart shaped face. Zipping up her black leather skirt, Sara felt decadent. Looking at her appearance, she looked the slut with her dark hair in a mass of curls down her back, her lacy 36 C bra showing threw her sheer white silk blouse that was tucked into the tight black mini. For 33, she felt young, reckless and sexy. Her voluptuous yet toned figure looked more pronounced in her outfit. Putting her feet into black pumps, she looked taller than her 5 feet 3 stature.
Glancing at her gold watch, she saw she only had 10 minutes to make Arnie's. If she was late, Michael would surely make her pay. Lingering at the mirror, she noticed her full nipples poking through the silk at the thought of what sensual torture Michael would bestow on her for tardiness but thought better of it as she ran down the stairs. Angering her Master did not please her. He might tease her, even give her such pleasure with His punishment but she hated to see disappointment in His emerald eyes.
He was sitting in His dark Mercedes when she pulled up beside Him. Looking at her watch, she gulped. She was 2 minutes late. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and her heart slammed against her chest as she looked over to His car. He opened her passenger side door and sat down.
Seeing his bemused green eyes, she thought maybe He didn't notice her slight tardiness but He raised a brow at her and glanced at His watch. Biting on her painted lip, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Later, sara," he said, putting his hand on her cheek. "I will teach you never to be late for Me."
She trembled and He broke a devilish smile at her as He leaned in close to her ear. "My sweet baby, I will have You screaming for release I promise. It will hurt but it will also make you so wanting that You will cum harder than You ever have." He cupped her face as He let his thumb caress Her jaw. She looked deep into His green eyes and felt this tingle that seemed to consume her as she leaned into to kiss His soft wet lips. He held her away slightly and she moaned her frustration.
She put Her hand on his and looked up pleading to Him. Her tongue went to her lips and He whispered, "Not yet, My baby."
He put her hand to His swollen cock under His dark black pants. She looked up at Him with her wide eyes and He simply nodded His head. She leaned over and unzipped His pants, freeing His thick cock. She put her red manicured nails around His penis and then passionately took Him in her soft wet mouth. He moaned out loud as she hungrily sucked on Him, taking Him deep into her mouth. She sucked hard and fast, swirling her pink tongue all around Him, inhaling the musky mix of man and soap. It was intoxicating as she sucked hard; his member hitting the back of her mouth as she sucked faster. His breathing grew quicker as she looked up shyly at Him. His fingers laced through her hair and pushed her head down hard as she relaxed her throat, taking Him deep as He liked. Sucking Him so solid and then biting as He liked, He shot His hot juice deep into her soft wet mouth. Sucking Him dry, she slurped enthusiastically until every drop was gone as He so liked.
She sat up and looked up into His satisfied gaze. Gently He grazed His knuckle over her cheek and whispered, "My baby." Pulling her nipples through her gauzy blouse, he said, "My fuck toy." He kissed her mouth hard to seal His words and then whispered hot against her mouth, "You belong to Me, sara and now i want to give You something."
She nodded nervously and He laughed as He looked at her anxious expression. "My little mix of fear and wantonness."
He kissed her neck softly as His hand slipped under her blouse and pulled her full breast from the restraint of her bra, exposing her erect nipple for His leisure. He pulled it hard between His nibble fingers and she moaned out as He sucked her soft skin between His teeth and then to Her surprise bit down savagely. She put her hand on His shoulder for support and screamed out in a mix of pain of pleasure. A hard surge swept right into her clit as he bit down and she begged. "Please, Master" as He continued to suck on her skin until it turned deep purple.
He pulled away and said, "I'm hungry."
She was still leaning toward the now empty seat. Nearly falling forward, she blinked and then turned to the opening door. He gave her His hand and she stepped out. "I can smell your juice," He said to her as she stood up. He pushed her against the car door and lifted her skirt up and over her hips, pressing her naked flesh against the smooth cool metal, exposing her wet pussy to the air. He pressed His palm to her naked mound and dipped His finger into her wetness. She leaned into kiss him to squelch the moan aching in her throat but He simply shook his head. "Cum for me now!"
People walked by them. He nearly obscured any view of her naked lower half when people walked by and saw the salt and peppered haired man with a black suit pressing the petite brunette into a Subaru. He leaned down and bit on her erect nipple through the blouse and bra. She laced her hand into his thick hair and pulled Him closer. She moaned and her legs trembled while He continued to rub her clit. Voluntarily, without any signal from Him, she opened her legs wider for Him and He slipped three thick fingers into her pussy, pumping in and out furiously as she laced her stocking leg around His. After lifting His head, their eyes never parted and He would simply clear His throat if her eyes fluttered close. She whimpered as the first jolt of the hard orgasm hitting her. Not slowing but speeding up His finger fucking, she rocked her hips wantonly against His hand. Her moans grew louder and she pleaded with Him silently to kiss her by licking His lips with her outstretched tongue. Playfully he nipped it and then bit her neck again hard as she arched hard against Him and squeezed his fingers deep inside causing her juice to flow over them. He slid His fingers from her wet pussy and put them into her open mouth. Lapping up the juice on His fingers, their gazes locked again. He spun her around, still naked below the waist and smacked her bottom twice with His open palm.
A few people watched in fascination as He smacked the pearly white ass of the young brunette. Then He pulled down her skirt, laced his arm around her shoulder and whispered, "You're such a good little slut." He slipped His hand up her backside, nearly exposing it to the world before He pinched hard and she gasped.
As they entered the restaurant, the host noticed Sara's flushed cheeks, the bite mark on her neck, hardened nipples and short skirt. He fumbled with his list and then dropped his menus. The pimple faced young man with barely a mustache looked up as Sara opened her legs wider due to her Master whispering to show him a glimpse of lovely wet cunt. He dropped the menus again and looked straight up her skirt. He mumbled his apologies as he stood, showing the couple his rock hard cock jutting straight at attention.
Sara looked at her Master's amused smile as He pressed His hand on the small of her back. Once they sat down at a booth in the back, He kissed her hard before turning to the nervous host and giving His drink order. He wanted a wine and a glass of water with a lot of ice. Squeezing her leg with His hand, he whispered, "I bet he goes into the men's room and jerks off as He thinks of fucking that sweet pussy that belongs to Me."
Sara bit on her lip as a blush spread across her cheeks and down her ample cleavage. Looking at her blush, He laughed.
"Are you embarrassed, Sara?"
Sara knew to always tell Him the truth because He demanded it. Even if she wanted to lie to Him, He knew her too well. He read her like no man could and demanded that she be totally open with Him. She always complied not out of fear of punishment but because He was the Master of her heart.
She nodded and He ran His fingertips over her inner thigh. Immediately she fell open for Him and He lazily just stroked her sensitive skin. "Never be embarrassed, My baby. You are My slut, so be proud."
She looked at Him and He saw the effect His feather soft caresses were doing on her. With eyes twinkling, He said, "My little slut, You will come for Me over and over during dinner and when You can't possibly come again, I will make you do it for Me. I want to watch you stop from screaming and from not showing the world your pleasure. Your face glows when Your cumming. Oh God, how I love to see that look when you sit on my cock."
He slipped this hand slowly up her thigh, only His calloused fingertips brushing lightly over her sensitive skin. Feeling her tremble, He turned her face toward Him. "Tell me about your classes this week, My baby."
"My classes?" she squeaked, her voice velvety soft, nearly that sexual purr. She looked at Him and tried to coax His hand up further by sliding her hips upward towards her wet and needy pussy.
He whispered, "Be still, My baby."
She stopped moving and He said, "Were they keen on the newest project?"
Sara blinked and her voice cracked with a soft guttural purr when He outlined her pussy lips just barely a whisper above touching them. He saw her determined expression and knew she was concentrating on not lifting her hips to His fingers. He then slipped His hand back down her thigh and continued the feather like caress with his fingertips against her thigh. His fingers would slide all the way up that He could feel the building heat from her cunt without actually touching. Finally out of frustration, her hips raised slightly and He slapped her inner thigh so hard that it rang through the restaurant nearly as loud as her groan.
She looked at Him pleadingly and whispered, "I'm sorry Sir."
"Relax, little one, enjoy the feel."
