"Get in the car, slut!"
"Please, I'm scared. Thomas please don't. Don't make me go. I'm so sore."
*SMACK*
He hit me right across the face and hard. I stepped into the car and watched as he closed the door and walked over to the driver's side. I looked at his face then. His green eyes were like marbles. His face red. He was more than a bit angry. I sat in the passenger hurt. He had taken me through so much tonight. I seriously didn't know how much of this I could take. Thomas didn't realize that this was what ultimately led me to want to be released in the first place. He controlled everything I did and he pushed my limits. The pain he inflicted on me was unbearable. He started the car and pulled out into the street.
"Pull up your dress and play with that cunt."
I did as he said. Lifting my dress revealing my pussy. I spread my legs apart and touched my sore clit. I slid my hands lower and entered myself with a finger. I rested my head against the seat and closed my eyes letting a moan escape my lips. I slipped in another finger and was in heaven. I was using both hands now. My left fingering myself and my right playing with my clit. Thomas grabbed my hand and tasted my two fingers.
"Delicious."
"Oh yes, Mmmmmm." I could feel myself rising.
"That's enough you nasty slut."
"No! I'm so close, Thomas. Just let me..... "
He smacked my hands until I let them rest at my side. I crossed my legs trying to relief some built pressure.
"Leave them open. You smell terrific."
My brown face turned a deep burgundy. We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was aroused and my scent was filling the car. Thomas turned on the radio and out came blasting hard metal music. He wouldn't look at me but I could see through his slacks that he had a massive hard on. I hated silence from him and he knew it. I had a feeling that a lot of things that I disliked were going to happen tonight. Master slowed down as we came up to this expensive looking French Restaurant. He stopped just short of the valet.
"Fix yourself. You look like a slut."
I reached into my bag and fixed my face. I was born with a tan and make up would only make me look over done. So I applied some gloss and made sure my halter was tied tight around my neck. Thomas shut the music off and pulled up to valet. One of the young boys took the keys as Master tipped him and he drove off in the little sports car.
Grabbing my hand Thomas slipped a hand around my waist as we entered the restaurant. Instantly I felt like a whore. My eyes quickly scanned the big room. All the other women there wore evening dresses and looked dressed as if a play was about to take place any minute. I looked down at my short green dress and yanked at the hem. I tried to turn around and leave but Master Thomas held me firm. Leaning over he whispered into my ears.
"Don't try to be a lady now."
Not wanting to give Thomas the pleasure of seeing me be reduced into a small child. I lifted my chin and walked past all the tables as the waiter showed us to our seats. I was beautiful. As I walked by I noticed how all the men were admiring my body. As Master pulled my chair out I saw the look on his face. Pure lust. We were seated in a dim lit corner.
"You are so hot. All these men admiring you makes me want to fuck you right now. I bet they wonder what it would be like to be with an African Princess. Just to taste that bit of chocolate. You are a princess. I treasure you. Crystal. A fitting name." I smiled at the compliments and looked around hoping that no one would hear us. "What's wrong? You look so uncomfortable. Don't tell me you're scared someone will over hear us? You used to love the attention I brought to you." He grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes. I felt his control taking over me. He must have sensed what I was thinking because the next thing I knew he was touching my knee making little balls of fire around it. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"Keep your eyes on me." I snapped my eyes opened and placed them on that familiar green. "I would never hurt you, pet."
