Sara stared at her cellphone and willed it to ring. It was going on three months since she had last heard from Peter. It wasn't often that she stopped by the office, but when she did, she was sure to run into him. Lately, he had been avoiding her. She knew it. A part of her was glad. She didn't know if she could face him in front of Martin. Yet another part, missed him. Missed the way he made her feel. The sensations that went through her body when he touched her or called her his slut.
Sara realized too that she wanted Peter to treat her that way. He made her feel sexy when he called her his slut. She liked having the control taken away from her and liked being able to just feel.
Sara shook her head at her thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was being blackmailed into cheating on her husband. Forced to suck cock and swallow cum. For days after their last meeting, her ass tingled and her asshole hurt from the finger he had stuck up there. She knew she shouldn't like what he did to her. The way he made her feel. But she couldn't help herself.
Sara got up and put her cup of tea in the sink. She still had a couple of errands to do before she started dinner. She was drying her hands when her phone rang. Sara looked at it. It rang four times before she picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hello slut."
Sara closed her eyes as her body started to tingle.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes Master."
"That's good, slut. But I will have to punish you for forgetting. I want you to go to our hotel, room 2134 and follow my instructions."
"Peter -"
"Is another punishment in order, slut?"
"No Master."
"Good. Tomorrow. Eight o'clock."
He hung up. Sara closed her phone and sat down. Tomorrow night Martin was having dinner with a client. His dinner meetings usually ran late and he wouldn't be home until late evening. As always, Peter planned perfectly.
****
Sara opened the door and hung up her coat as usual. She looked around for an envelope with his instructions but didn't find anything.
"Now what." She mumbled, putting her hands on her hips.
"Undress, slut."
Sara spun around at the deep voice behind her. Peter stood in the bedroom doorway wearing black slacks and a white button shirt.
"Must I repeat myself?"
"No Master."
Sara unbuttoned her white blouse and placed it on the chair. Next were her green slacks. She stopped when she got to her bra and panties.
"And the rest?"
Sara sighed heavily but removed the rest. She stood before him naked. She didn't even try to cover herself. The look in his eyes as he looked at her naked body made her feel all the more sexy. Something she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Come into the bedroom slut." Peter said and walked away.
Sara followed Peter into the bedroom. The covers were pulled off the king size, four poster bed. She noticed that restraints were tied to the corners at the headboard. A quick look around the room revealed a dresser with an array of things on it. She shivered at what Peter had in store for her tonight.
"Nervous, slut?"
"Scared." She admitted.
Peter moved to stand behind her. His chest pressed against her back. His hands came up and caressed her bare body, causing goosebumps.
"No you're not. You're excited." He said, his mouth near her ear. "You haven't been scared of anything I have done to you. You secretly wait for me to call you. Your body getting wet," he moved his hand down her stomach and dipped it into her pussy, "at the sound of my voice."
Sara closed her eyes and tried not to sigh. Damn him, he was right. Right about everything. Her entire body had been on fire since she had gotten up this morning, knowing that they would be together. She was about to go up in flames.
"Tell me slut, do you want to cum?" He asked, his voice tickling her ear.
"Yes Master." She whispered arching her hips against his hand.
She heard him chuckle.
"Not yet my slut. First, you must earn it."
****
He spun her around to face him. He stared down into her eyes. He realized then that they had never kissed. Those beautiful full lips of hers had been wrapped around his cock, but they were never pressed against his lips. His tongue had never invaded her mouth and stroked along hers.
He ran his hand up her stomach, over one breast, and up her neck. He cupped her cheek in his palm, his thumb rubbing across her bottom lip.
"You have such an inviting mouth." He said, leaning his head closer to hers. "Kiss me Sara." His breath fanned against her lips.
He felt her lips on his. Hesitantly at first and then firmer. Her tongue came out and licked at his lower lip. He parted his lips and sucked her tongue inside. Her caught her gasp and fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her body against his. Instead, he lifted his head.
"Do you know what I want right now, slut?"
He watched the expression on her face change and then his nostrils flared as she knelt before him. Her hands went to his belt and quickly removed his pants and boxers. He didn't say a word as she leaned forward and sucked just the head of him into her mouth. Peter held back his groan of pleasure at the wetness of her mouth on him. She was such a great cocksucker. He looked down and watched her pink lips stretch to take his thick cock. Her hands came up and one circled the base while the other squeezed and massaged his balls.
"Suck my cock good, slut." Peter hissed, his hips flexing, pushing his cock deeper down her throat.
Sara didn't gag this time but kept on sucking. Her lips were tight around him, her tongue stroking the underside of him. She let him slide from her lips and then blew lightly on the sensitive head. Her tongue came out and flicked the tiny hole, licking up any pre-cum that oozed. She rubbed his cockhead across her lips before swallowing him again.
Peter held her head and slowly fucked her mouth. He pushed a little deeper each time. Her mouth was magic and soon he was ready to cum. He thought about warning her but decided against it. Grabbing fists fulls of her hair, he pumped faster against her mouth. He felt her hands on his thighs and then slide around to his ass. She was actually pulling him closer to her. Peter arched his back and shot his load of cum deep down her throat. It surprised him that she wasn't trying to pull away this time. He looked down and watched as she swallowed his cum.
****
Sara licked her lips and then sat back on her legs. She kept her head lowered and waited for Peter's next instructions. When none came after minutes of waiting, she thought she had displeased him. She felt his hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to him.
"How did my cum taste, slut?"
"Delicious Master." She said softly.
Sara thought she saw a slight smile on his lips. He removed his hand and stepped away from her. She remained where she was, kneeling on the floor, waiting for him.
"Get up and get on the bed. On your stomach. Your hands above your head."
Sara slowly rose and climbed up on the bed. She assumed the position and waited. Her mind was racing with what he would do next. Would he spank her again? Fuck her? Play with her ass? She didn't know and the not knowing made her even wetter.
****
Peter studied Sara while he finished removing his clothes. Everything was progressing nicely and he decided to further her initiation into his world. But first he needed to punish her for her earlier disobedience. He walked to the head of the bed and lifted one restraint. He took her hand and slipped the padded cuff around her wrist. There was enough slack in them so that her elbows were bent. She didn't say a word but still she watched him. He went around the bed and did the same to her other wrist.
"Do you know why I have restrained you, slut?"
"No Master."
"Because it pleases me. It pleases me to see you bound and helpless." He walked away and moved to the bureau lined with toys.
He studied each item before choosing one. He lifted the whip and ran it's thongs through his fingers. They were butter soft. He smiled, knowing Sara would enjoy her punishment.
He moved to stand by the bed and lightly trailed the tails over her bare back. He saw her stiffen.
"Do you know what that is, slut?"
"No Master."
"It is called a pussy whip. I am going to beat you with it for your forgetfulness."
He saw her shudder.
"Your safe word it is yellow. You can use it anytime and I will stop and release you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
