Chapter 3 – The Ride Home
The snow was falling outside as the limousine pulled up. Almost a foot had fallen in the past week, and more was forecast for the next 3 days. But the roads have just been plowed, so now was the best time to leave.
Master and slave exited the mansion where she was sold to him wearing possibly the only clothes she'll ever be allowed to wear again: a long white fur coat and a pair of matching winter boots. They walked up to the limo as the driver got out and opened the door for them.
"Greetings, sir," the driver said. "I see your visit was fruitful." His voice had no innuendo at all as he said it.
"Very fruitful, Michael," he replied as he guided his new property in the car. "Take your time in getting home. No need to get in a wreck"
As she stepped inside, the driver couldn't help but notice how nearly her entire leg came out from under the coat. He managed to keep his composure and closed the door after they got in. In a minute the Limo pulled out onto the road. She watched as the place of her imprisonment left her vision, probably never to be seen again.
The inside of the Limo was both luxurious and spacious. Two sets of seats facing opposite of each other, a small ice box and a built-in radio / CD player lined the area. He reached over and turned the radio on. It was an alternative rock station. She never cared much for rock of any type. She was more of a country girl, but she didn't say anything to him. As good as he made her feel sexually, she was still afraid to make him angry.
The master reached for a switch and a privacy shield came up, blocking the driver from view. Once again, they were alone.
He looks at her and smiles. "Go ahead and take that off," he commanded. "We'll be at least three hours before we arrive."
Timidly, she started opening her coat, revealing the nothingness she wore underneath. Her nipples poked out proudly from her tiny breasts, while a wisp of hair marked out her pussy. After she finished with the coat, she took her boots off and settled back down, waiting on her master's next command.
Instead he moved to her. He snaked one hand around her back, and the other cupped her chin, moving her head so she was looking right into his eyes. For a moment, just like last night, she almost got lost in those brown eyes. She almost didn't notice her blushing, and the music seemed a distant sound.
"You turn me on so much," he said to her hungrily. "I get hard just looking at your naked body! I wanna fuck you all night long. I'm going to tell you what we're going to do, tonight. First, I'm going to push you down on the bed and lick, kiss, and suck you all over.
"Then I'm going to have you play with your pretty little pussy in front of me. That's right, I wanna watch you masturbate yourself. I'm also gonna have you stick you finger in your little asshole and stretch it out a bit. Soon, you'll be able to fit two fingers in there.
"When that's done, I'm going to turn you over with your tight little ass sticking in the air. That's when I take my turn at your little asshole. First, I'm going to lick it out. Get it all nice and wet for my cock. When ready, I'm going to stick it in. Not halfway, like last night. No, I'm going all the way in, this time!
"After having my fill of that, I'll come into you like last time. Then I'm gonna have you suck my cock clean. Just make sure you keep your little ass clean, or else there's going to be punishment.
"I can see you're blushing - even a little scared. But do as I say, and I promise you'll be screaming in pleasure."
His features softened considerably as he went on. "But for now, let's do something that requires a little less training."
His speech left her heart racing. What he said scared her to death, but the look in his eyes kept her in a heightened state of arousal. Her arousal won out as he pressed his lips to hers.
It was her first kiss, just as last night was her first time with a man. He had taken from her so much: her clothes, her freedom, her dignity, her virginity... her innocence... He had taken her entire world from her. Yet, he had also given her so much. He made her into a woman, and is giving her a whole new world. She didn't know whether to hate him of love him. Regardless of that conflict, she now lusted for him.
She returned his kiss passionately. When their tongues started to intertwine with each other, her heart started beating fast not because of fear, but from her own pleasure. His kisses were leaving her breathless.
His hand left her chin and placed it on her shoulder. He then let it slide down to her chest and cupped a breast, noticing how soft it was, despite its size. Her response reminded him of why he bought her. She looked innocent, but he could a sex goddess within. He wanted her. The hard feeling in his pants confirmed those feelings.
She shuddered as his palm rubbed against her nipple. Her breasts started feeling warm as well as between her legs. She loved how he brought that feeling out of her. She was a slut – his slut- and right now, she didn't care.
After a few more minutes of kissing and caressing, he moved her onto his lap. She was red from her face to her chest and breathing heavily. Her lips suddenly had a fullness to them. He put her arm over his shoulder and gave her nipple a little kiss.
She started shivering under his attention, her excitement mounting. Her free hand moved to her other breast of its own free will and started massaging her other breast. Oh, how she wanted release!
