The light shinning through the small window over the bed rustled him awake. He looked down at the woman lying on top of his cock. He wanted to force her up and fuck her again but he thought it better to allow her to sleep. She was going to need her strength once she found out.
The news was not going to be easy for her to swallow. He silently laughed at his own pun. Slowly, trying not to awaken her, he slid out from underneath her voluptuous body. A quick pulse of excitement ran through his body as her long, dark hair bushed over his balls. He moved to his dresser and removed the collar he had purchased for her two years ago. His excitement was overwhelming. He never expected to have her here. His wishful thinking had become a reality.
The beautiful white leather collar was studded with small diamonds. It sparkled underneath the sunshine emanating into his flat. Slowly, he made his way back to the bed and attached the collar around her neck.
There! It was done, he thought.
Looking down at her, he felt the tension rising in his cock. He pushed it down as if trying to tell it to wait until later.
He moved into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He heard her awaken. Peeking through the kitchen door into the bedroom, he saw her pretend to be asleep, but he knew better. She had not gotten this far in her career by being stupid.
Samantha heard him rustling in the kitchen. She held her face natural and kept her eyelids loose. She felt his eyes on the back of her neck. Keeping her breathing even, she thought of what she could do next to plan her escape. Pretending to roll over in slumber, she moved herself to her side. His cum oozed out from her pussy and down her thigh. She was filled with it.
Opening her eyes, she peeked toward the area where she had heard him move. She didn't see him. Then, she felt it around her neck. A promise he had made to her years ago has now come to pass. Once during a mission he warned her that he would have her collared and chained. He would own her. He would have his way. It was only a matter of time.
"Samantha, come into the kitchen and have some coffee," he said. His voice startled her. She moved, as more of his load dripped out of her pussy. Flashes of what occurred the night before ran through her mind. Her pussy lips pulsed. She forcibly shut her eyes trying to block the images out.
This cannot be. The bastard must have drugged me. If he did then, why is my pussy reacting now? Why does his voice seem to comfort me? Her mind raced with thoughts.
"Samantha," he continued, "I know you're awake. Stop pretending. Do you like French toast? I was thinking of making it this morning."
She lay still, scoping the room with her eyes, wondering where he had put her weapons. She recalled they were in a high rise. Her chances of surviving a jump from out of the window were nil, so she let the thought escape from her mind.
"C'mon, Samantha," he moaned, "I know you are awake. You should know better than to try to plan your escape. There is no escape. You should know me by now. I told you this would happen."
She grunted and rose from the bed. His juice ran down her inner thighs and slid over her ankles. He had used her until the early a.m. She had no idea a man could fuck over and over like that. The thought of what happened flashed again in her mind. Her pussy twitched. Her heart beat faster. She shook it off.
Smiling, he entered the room, asking, "Do you like the collar I have given to you, my sweet?" He saw her reaction to being called his sweet. He grinned widely as she put her hands up to the touch the locked collar around her neck. Her nipples hardened. He could not wait to stick his cock in between her tits.
"I want to remind you that you are to call me Master. Unless you want a repeat of what happened last night. Do you?"
She lowered her head and shook it back and forth, signifying no. She remembered moaning as he entered her. She remembered wrapping her legs around him as he pumped harder and harder. She remembered having the most intensive orgasm in her life. She swallowed and continued looking down. She found it difficult to look him in the eye.
"Here are a few towels. Go into the shower and get cleaned up. The closet door next to the bathroom is your closet. The dresser next to it is filled with things for you. They are filled with everything you will need for your life with me. Underneath the sink, you will find all toiletries. Use the garden fresh douche. I want last night's cum out of you. Now go. You have thirty minutes to get ready, clean up and be dressed in something that comes out of the top drawer of your new dresser."
"May I ask you something please?"
"Please, what" he snapped.
She looked at him strangely and then realize her mistake, "Please, Master."
"Good girl. Sure. Maybe a few questions."
"Why am I here?"
He laughed from his belly, and said" Sit down and I will explain." Samantha did as he demanded.
"Do you remember that night almost two years ago, when I lie on the floor of that museum in Moscow?"
Samantha could never forget that night. To her own surprise her team survived a most dangerous covert operation. But, she screwed up. She should have stepped down then but her pride was in the way.
"Yes, I remember," she answered.
"Yes, I remember WHAT?" he yelled.
"Yes, I remember, Master."
"That was the night I was on the floor and you had your big, fucking boot on my neck and your weapon in my mouth. That is the first night I ever saw you. I had no idea the person fucking up my operation was a hot, whore-looking woman like you. Imagine my surprise. Your beauty captivated me. I also remember how you looked at me. I always felt that if we would have met under different circumstances, we would have been friends. Do you remember what I told you that night?"
"Yes, Master, I do"
"Good girl," he smiled, "you remembered who I am to you."
"That was the night I made myself a promise that I would have you. You would be mine and not for just one night but forever. I saw the wildness in your eyes. I clearly saw your nipples harden as I spoke to you. I knew you were for me. An educated, beautiful bitch that ran covert operations for the United States. Who could ask for more? I said to myself then, if you allowed me to live, I would come after you. You fucked up your mission, Samantha. You know it and now you know that I know it. If you would have swallowed your pride, you would have admitted how you screwed this up and left the operation. You may be safe back home in the US if you did, but you didn't. You still tried to chase me down. Why did you let me live?"
She shook her head. She didn't remember why she had done so. Her mission was to exterminate him. She had the chance, but hit him with the butt of her weapon instead, as she made her escape, leaving him unconscious and bleeding, but not mortally wounded, on the museum floor.
"I bought that collar the very next day and made a promise to myself that you would wear it. And, look, here we are. Next question!"
"Where is my team?
"I will not answer that."
"You killed them, didn't you, you bastard."
He lunged at her, pulled her out the chair, and pushed her up against the wall, "Samantha, there are many things I will let you get away with the next few days because I know in the end, you are going to truly want to stay with me. I will see to that. I am kind enough to give you an adjustment period. But, I will not tolerate disrespect, so watch your tone and address me correctly."
Samantha lowered her head, "I am sorry, Master. My team meant a lot to me." she answered softly. He liked when the tone of her voice was low. He heard it for the first time last night. So soft. So sweet. He found it sexy.
She looked so vulnerable right now that he almost felt sorry for her. He expected much more of a fight. She was going to be easy to take over. He laughed to himself. He would have kidnapped her long ago had he known. She would not have cost him millions of dollar in bribes. He released his hand from her arm. He saw that her nipples hardened as soon as he put his hands on her.
He stepped back from her and blurted out, "Oh, who that shithead John you were fucking? The one that would not leave his wife for you? The one who never saw you in the states but as soon as the mission started he was in your pussy? Is that whom you cared about? Hah?"
Samantha was lost for words.
How did he know this? Did he hold a higher position with the Russian Secret Police than her government had told her? Her mind was filled with so many thoughts.
Her eyes welled up with tears. She knew they were dead. It was her fault for not killing her nemesis when she had the opportunity.
