Meg looked around nervously as the car slipped into a parking garage and ascended several levels before pulling to a stop in a remote corner of the garage with a view of the Manhattan skyline. Her master reached down to the floor and pulled something out of a leather bag - her collar. He only made her wear the collar when he was going to make her do truly degrading things - like the time he'd made her suck him off during a carriage ride around the park, or the time he'd had her pick up the gray-haired man in a hotel bar and fuck him in a nearby stairwell.
He fastened the collar around her neck and kissed her sweetly, flicking his tongue in and out of her mouth and smoothing her ruffled hair.
"Remind us both again of what you are," he whispered softly.
"I'm a whore," she said. "I'm a slut."
"And whose whore?" he asked. "Whose slut."
"Yours."
"Yes," he said. "All mine. And that means your pussy is mine too."
"Yes," she said. "It's yours to do with as you please."
"Good."
He kissed her again, a long, lingering kiss that grew in intensity until he was pressing her against the seat, running his hands over her breast, digging his fingers into her back as he held her close to him. She felt her pussy growing warm again, felt wetness between her legs and a desire for his cock, which was out and still wet from her saliva but limp.
"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.
"If that's what you want."
"Good girl," he said. "But I can't fuck you because you've made me soft. You'd better make me hard again."
"How would you like me to do that?"
She felt his fingers slip into the metal loop on the collar, pulling her face close to his, the leather loop digging into the skin of her neck.
"Get in the front seat," he said.
She leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back, then turned away from her. She opened the car door and walked unsteadily around the car, hearing David and her master exchange words but unable to make them out. David slid over from behind the wheel and into the passenger seat, which he cranked as far back as it would go.
He already has his cock out when she opened the passenger door.
He was handsome enough, blonde and square jawed and younger than he seemed from the backseat. He had fox-like, narrow blue eyes that unsettled her, but his cock was big enough and throbbing from the show she'd put on earlier. She straddled him, taking his cock in her right hand, and pulled the door shut behind her.