Ms Laura Pt 03 Ch 01

Chapter One

It was two weeks before finals. I sat alone at the table, rapidly bouncing my leg in nervous anticipation. But it wasn't the test or materials that had me so anxious. After a very long day, I had one last thing I had to do.

I was in a suit and tie, sitting in a dimly lit restaurant. My eyes were locked on the bathroom on the other side of the dining area. Under the table, I fidgeted with a small blue velvet box. People laughed, talked, and ate all around me, but my focus was narrowed on the door, looking out for its slightest movement.

Finally, it opened, and a slim figure cautiously stepped out. My heart started racing. I watched her move slowly back to the table with grace and humility. A familiar smile ripped across her face when her eyes met mine. I got out of my chair to take a knee only to have my legs give out under me. I slammed hard on the floor, but I ignored the pain. This was a seminal moment of my life.

Suddenly, the room became a vacuum, and everything stopped. All eyes were on me as I faltered with my words.

I presented the blue velvet box and stuttered, "Emily?"

"Yes!" she replied.

"Will you ma.." I continued.

"Yes!" she cut me off, "I said yes already!"

I swallowed my fear and drew in a long breath, "Emily, will you marry me?"

She said no more words but fell into my embrace as I rose. There was a soft applause from the surrounding tables. I kissed her, feeling the sincerity in her trembling body. She was mine forever.

We spent the rest of the night in a red wine haze. Emily played with the new ring on her finger while I hungrily eyed her up. Her hair had grown several inches these past three years. It was wild and feathered, used to being pulled back in a ponytail. Platinum blond, it was white in dim lighting. Her rosy cheeks glowed cherry from her near-perpetual smile. They matched her plump lips, which peeled back away from her glossy white teeth.

I was getting dizzy, darting my eyes up and down. Her beautiful face was only the crown jewel of her gorgeous self. The low-cut and slim-fitting little black dress had been a secret she had kept until tonight.

Her heaving pale breasts were practically falling from the light material. Earlier, I hadn't even made it to our taxi before pulling them out. The dress was nearly floor-length. A slit along the left side ran up to her hip. Only a thin gold chain kept her sculpted ass from hanging out when she walked. I would have to dismantle this dress when I got home to figure out how she does it.

Time passed too quickly. I felt like I was only starting our conversation when the waiter interrupted us.

"Excuse me, Sir, Ma'am," the young man said politely, "We're closing up."

"Oh! We're sorry!" Emily said, looking at her phone, "It is getting pretty late."

I checked mine, and it was midnight, "You're right! I'll call our cab."

She turned back to the young man, "I'm going to use the lady's room. Then we'll be out of here."

Emily got up with a bounce in her step while I paid up and phoned the cab. We met again ten minutes later by the door and stood on the curb. Late spring in Galveston, the air was still hot and humid, even at night. It was only relieved by a cool ocean breeze.

I had moved down here to go to school and be with Emily shortly after I left the Army. At first, I was genuinely pessimistic about us. She was too perfect, and it had all been so fast. Within hours of leaving her intoxicating presence, I was convinced it was all a dream. I'd wake up from it and find she had no interest in me at all. A. Who meets someone like Emily while serving a dominatrix? But as things usually go, they went unexpectedly.

She texted me the following day, and we met for dinner after work, then again the next day and every other day for the next few months. I tried to rationalize saying I love you to her in the bathroom for a time. I told myself, "I didn't know what love was," or "It was just an orgasm." But every day, that irrational joy returned when I was with her, and it got stronger. I took too long to call it love again, but that's what it was.

When I finally separated from the Army and left her on base, I again thought that was it and the feeling would fade. Yet, we still talked on the phone every night.

It only took a visit for her to convince me to apply for school in Texas. That summer, I moved down there. I got a job and used my GI Bill to go to school. We moved in together a few months after that. The next three years were a blur.

Emily held my hand in the street, and I was still buzzing. I never thought she would have said no, but somehow, the fact she said yes still had me in shock. She was my girl and soon to be my wife.

We were tame the whole taxi ride back. I knew what I would do to her when we got home. It was all I was thinking about as she discreetly ran her finger along my trousers' inseam. She was on the same page. We always were.

As soon as we got out of the cab, I scooped her up over my shoulder. She squealed in delight. I laughed. Carrying her up the short flight of stairs onto the porch, I set her on her feet by the door and then fumbled for my keys. She was hell-bent on interfering.

Emily swung her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn't a tender one. Her lips pressed against mine hard, and I felt her tongue lash out at mine. Like that kiss all those years ago, it was fiery, almost violent. It was like a predator sinking its teeth into prey. She drew in my life's breath when she inhaled. It tasted like passion.

Still desperate in my search, I found my keys and struggled with the door while trying to satisfy this insatiable woman. When the bolt finally slid back, the door swung wide, and a rush of cold-conditioned air washed out. I dragged her in, still locking lips. Kicking my shoes to the corner, I finally peeled her off and closed the door behind me. The door didn't slam, but it still echoed in the dark, empty house.

Emily immediately sunk to the floor in position one. Sitting on her feet, she was erect, chest out, and looking up at me. I preferred to have her look at me. She was my slave, but I was still in love with her, every part of her.

"Good girl," I said, smiling.

She smiled back. I was not a sadist and once again loved her smile.

I saw her kneeling in her lovely dress. The fabric stretched taught in parts, and I was afraid it would tear.

"Take off the dress," I said sternly but barely hiding my amusement.

"Yes, husband," she said, locking her eyes on mine.

"Ah!" I held up one finger, "I'm just master for now."

She giggled, rising to her feet, "Of course, master. I'm sorry!"

She turned to get help with the zipper. I smacked her on her firm ass for the sarcastic remark. I left my hand on it and squeezed. A soft coo escaped her lips. My hand slid up her hourglass frame to the tiny black zipper on the nape of her neck. I pulled it down slowly. The black fabric parted, revealing the pale flesh underneath.

With a sexy little shimmy, the dress fell away. She stepped out of the circuit of material left on the floor and dropped back into position one.

My slave was gorgeous. She was radiantly white in the dark foyer of our little rented bungalow. Her blue eyes drank in the moonlight as it poured in through the cracks in the curtains. Her hair, a spun white gold, hung down over her full breasts. She wore no bra, and the silver of her pierced nipples glinted from behind her locks.

Around her waist, in lieu of panties, she wore a thing made of a silver jewelry chain. A small tag on it bore my initials.

I took her in momentarily before reaching for the collar hanging from the coat rack. We left it and a leash there all the time. Nobody ever thought twice about it, even though we didn't have a dog.

On nights when neither of us had school or work, she would come home and immediately disrobe, putting on her collar. The thick black leather around her slender neck drove me nuts. I especially loved it when I came home and found her already like this.

I pulled it off the hook and felt the material. It was very supple and lined with fur. The tag read "Property of Master Johnny." I smiled, thinking privately about how it would soon simply read "Mrs. Johnny."

I took a knee to look her in the eye while I put on the device. She smiled, and I kissed her softly, stroking her hair.

Before I stood, I whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," She cooed back.

I took a leash and clipped it to my fiancée's neck. Slowly, I walked her to our room in the back. As soon as we crossed the threshold, I stopped her. She knew what was going to happen and readied herself. I scooped her up and tossed my petite slave onto the bed.

I began to loosen my tie when she bounced on the sheets. Her smooth perfect ass barely touched the covers when she bounced back at me. Emily lay on her stomach, scrambling for my belt. I had only managed to pull off my sport coat when I felt her nimble fingers pulling my already aroused cock from my boxers. The diamond ring I had given her scratched my inner thigh. I ignored it, caught up in the moment.

I was just finishing my last button when I felt her warm lips wrap around my member. I froze, taking in the sensation. She was magical with that mouth of hers. Even after three years, it could always stop me in my tracks.

She wet the whole thing down to the hilt before spitting it out with a pop. Her hot breath became a cool breeze as her siliva evaporated. The delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft held me in place, and I finished getting naked. I was as much hers as she was mine.

Once I was free of clothes, she continued her work. Her soft lips held me fast, but her warm tongue massaged the underside of my cock. She was an expert at pleasing me. Mouth full, I could still see its corners turning into a smile. I could feel her passion for me in the act.

I was getting more sensitive to every motion of her golden head. She had a way of making me feel like I won the jackpot. It was more than the sex or the submission. It was the way she looked at me and thought about me when I wasn't home. The care she took to make me happy. I knew what a woman like her was worth and how many men would do anything for her. To have her give so much of herself to me made me feel like I had to have won something.

The sensation on my cock was getting more intense, and the bottoms of my feet started to prickle.

I wanted to give everything to this woman. I wanted her to feel like I did. But first, I wanted to claim my prize.

My heart racing, I pulled away from Emily. She was reluctant to let me out of her mouth and only did because she knew what was coming. She flipped over and lowered her feet to the floor while still lying on the bed. Touching her wristed to the small of her back, she then spread her feet shoulder-width apart.

I held both her wrists with one hand while I guided by still glistening cock toward its warm wet sheath. She was thoroughly aroused, and I slid inside easily.

"Please," she moaned, muffled by the bedding, "Fuck me, Master!"

I obliged with a steady stroke. I smiled hungrily, looking at the prostrate beauty in front of me. The curves of her waist and lower back activated the most primitive parts of my brain. It sent a rush of endorphins sparking through my mind.

I grunted as I picked up speed. Her small cries of ecstasy spurred me on like fleeing prey does a predator. I gripped her shoulder with my free hand and pushed hard with every thrust. The bed shifted and creaked. I readjusted without missing a stroke.

Emily turned her head to breathe, and her cries became louder. I reveled in them as I used her soft pussy as my mere plaything. I kept pounding out a staccato beat, her cries changing pitch with its rhythm. It wasn't long before I felt the rising pressure of orgasm. I could feel her body twitching and bucking against me. She was close too.

I let go of her hands and shoulder and grabbed her hips. I needed to strike while the iron was hot. Using my arms to pull and push her faster, I picked up the pace even more. Her breathing grew shallow, and her moans were now being forced out through clenched teeth.

A bead of sweat formed on my forehead. It was a race to orgasm or exhaustion. I pushed through it all. Finally, I felt myself peak.

She must have been able to feel me near climax because she spoke with choppy breaths, "Please... fill... me... up... Master."

I didn't hesitate. With only a few final thrusts, I released a sharp burst and then a second. I slowed my pace down as I discharged my vigor into her. She moaned, satisfied, reaching under herself to play with her clit.

Blood rushed through my ears, and I felt my heart beat heavily in my chest. I remained inside her for a minute, too sensitive to move. Our eyes met while we were locked together, and we shared an exhausted smile.

Our tiny bedroom stank of sweat and sex. When I felt my hard-on diminish, I backed out of her slowly. I caught my breath, sitting on the edge of the bed. More liquid than solid, Emily slid to the ground. Hair a mess she lay on the floor in front of me admiring the ring.

"This really is beautiful, Johnny," She said, looking up at me with those brilliant blue eyes, "I can't wait to show everyone!"

I laughed, "I'm glad you love it. I love you. I can't do anything less for you."

She giggled, "Oh stop, you are too good to me, Johnny. You're sweating!"

She saw the sweat covering my thigh.

"Master, you need to take a shower," she said, smiling, "Let me help."

I nodded and then took the leash still hanging from her neck. I walked her on her hands and knees to the bathroom. We took a long shower together before falling asleep in each other's arms.