She meets him at a small rest stop just off from the throughway in one of the smaller towns in their area. She pulls up behind his car as she always does and greets him with a smile. He leans against his car waiting for her and nods as she approaches, a silent permission for her to enter his space and get a hug. After a short embrace, she pulls away to look up at him and he leans down to kiss her, while his hands roam across her body.
"I've missed you, my pet." He says after breaking their kiss.
"I've missed you too, Sir." She replies, in a voice breathy and filled with need.
He brings his hand up to tap his pointer and middle finger atop her shoulder twice, a gesture she knows is a silent command for her to 'kneel'. She kneels before him, resting her hands on her knees while keeping her eyes on the ground.
"Your form has improved, my pet, I'm proud of you." He says as he bends down and runs his hand along her jaw.
"Thank you, Sir." She replies, barely able to hide the eagerness from her tone.
"Rise and give me your hand." He says, holding his hand out to her.
She puts her hand in his and he starts to walk forward leading her into the woods, along the path to his favorite spot. He stops just as they walk past the tree line and pulls her into him, covering her mouth with his, parting her lips with his tongue with such intensity it causes her to moan into his mouth. She playfully sucks on his tongue and gently bites it, which elicits a growl from him. He gives her a stern, yet lustful look, then hastily tears the top of her dress down and roughly palms her breasts.
"Come along pet, and don't you dare fix your dress." He says as he turns to lead her a little farther into the woods.
"Yes, Sir" she replies obediently and follows him to a cluster of three birch trees.
He leans against a tree and watches her carefully as she walks to stand in front of him. She stands a few steps from him admiring the way streaks of sunlight coming through the trees shine through his hair. Her eyes travel down his body and stop at the bulge in his jeans. Her hands were fidgeting at her sides, eager to touch him. She bites her lip to stifle a moan.
"Enjoying the view, pet?" He teases.
"Yes, Sir." She replies as she nods her head.
"Take your dress off." He demands.
She hesitates at first, looking around, noticing she could still see parts of the road and the cars driving by.
"Your dress, pet." He says as he holds his hand out to her.
She obeys and removes her dress, placing it in his hand. He drapes the dress over a tree branch and stands back to admire her standing there in nothing but her combat boots.
"Good girl." He praises.
As if he could read her hesitant thoughts, he steps forward and runs his left hand through her hair, grabbing a fist full to tilt her head back so she's staring up into his eyes. He brings his other hand up to trace his thumb along her bottom lip, smirking at her deviously. He gently kisses her while releasing the hand from her hair to tap his pointer and middle fingers twice on her shoulder.
She kneels before him placing her hands flat on each thigh, eyes towards the ground.
"Who do you belong to?" He asks.
"I belong to you, Sir." She replies.
"Who does your body belong to?" He asks.
"My body belongs to you, Sir." She replies.
"What is your purpose?" He asks.
"My purpose is to serve you, Sir." She replies.
"Good girl. You may rise." He says.
She slowly rises from the ground and he guides her to stand facing the largest of the three trees. He stands close behind her and trails his hands down her shoulders, stopping and resting both hands at her hips, then moves one hand to the small of her back to bend her slightly at the waist. He guides her arms up the trunk of the tree, placing her hands flat against it, and nudges her feet apart with his so her legs are spread. He runs a hand over the curve of her ass cheek and gives it a quick smack.
"Who owns this ass?" He asks.
"You do, Sir" she answers.
