Mike decided to go to an auction on the outskirts of a quaint New Hampshire town. Since he had finally left his second wife, Liz, he had one idea in his head. He wanted to make his submissive and lover, Sara, his full time. There was only one problem with this idea. Sara was married.
They had met online in a BDSM chat room. Mike, an experienced, older, Dominate, was drawn to the shy and inexperienced Sara. They were pulled together and soon were talking on the phone and finally real time lovers. They broke up a couple times for various reasons, on both sides, including: age difference (24 years), intensity, fear, and complication.
He had seen her only three days earlier in their love nest in between his busy city and her small rural town. They had been intense as always with this passionate escape lasting for hours. He had her tied to the bed with nipple clamps on and his mouth on her wetness until she came hard in his mouth. He had given her His ultimatum. She had until their next meeting to decide their fate: be His and only His 24/7 or they were done.
As he stepped into the warm afternoon sun, he flipped open his cell phone. He had a panicked call from one of his associates. As Mike spoke, his eyes were drawn to the outdoor café across the road of the quaint New England town with Victorian Houses and antique cars. His eyes were drawn to a table of 5, where two men, two women and a little girl were seated. His eyes were drawn to the brunette.
While others talked, she swirled her diet soda. Her red nails glinted in the hot afternoon sun as did the slight auburn tint to her raven hair, pulled up into a French twist. She was wearing a floral sundress with a low dipping front, outlined in white lace, exposing her ample and sexy cleavage. She turned toward Him briefly as she seemed to be scanning the building opposite her. Wearing dark glasses, he could not see her beautiful, expressive sapphire eyes.
He decided to go to lunch and rushed across the street to the café. He asked to be seated directly across from her. She was in full view of him. Her ruby red lips circled the plastic straw as she sipped from her soda. Images of those same lips on his cock just days earlier seeped into his memory and a sensual smile formed. Lifting her head, she looked up at Him, but with her damn sunglasses, He couldn’t see if she was looking directly at Him.
She was. Sara’s eyes rested on the man with salt and pepper hair just across from her in a table alone. Wearing his bemused smirk, he looked sexy and scary. A quick smile played at His lips before she looked down into the swirling ice below her. Looking over her shoulder at her husband, who did not acknowledge her, she wondered if the blush that drained from her face, stained her cleavage.
Quickly her eyes darted around the table. Kathy was talking to Gwen about coloring as Dan and Carl argued over the importance of the newest power tools. Her eyes went back to the swirling soda full of ice and then with heart slamming against her chest, back to the man across from her.
His eyebrow shot up as He pointed to his lap. Her eyes darted back down and the blush grew darker on her face. Looking at Carl’s profile, she searched him for some acknowledgement but like all other aspects of their passionless marriage, she saw only his ambivalence.
Her eyes slowly eased up to meet angry green eyes of her Master. He pointed toward his lap with urgency. “Mine!” He mouthed.
Closing her eyes, she let the flutter in her heart speed up. She stood and Carl looked up. “You look like you’ve had too much sun, Sara.”
Sara nodded and walked hastily toward her Master’s chair, stopping a few feet away. Wearing no expression, the windows to her soul covered by sunglasses, Sara did not outwardly tell Him what ached inside her. Spinning on one toe, she nearly ran to the ladies’ room.
Her heart slammed against her chest. For the past weekend, she had endured her family, who barely noticed her existence. She was like the wallpaper or a piece of furniture, there but not really noticed. And here was the one man who drove her to such heights of ecstasy and whom Mastered her soul. Why was she waiting to be with Him?
The slam of a fist against the door made her jump. With a trembling hand, she twisted open the door. He stepped inside and immediately took off her damn sunglasses and shoved them into the pocket of his dress shirt. He twisted her away from Him with a quick spin and pushed down her shoulders toward the sink. He lifted her dress to reveal her purple silk panties, garter, and stockings as ordered by Him. He commanded she never again wear pantyhose and like a good little one, she was wearing panties with garter.
He smacked her ass with a hard slap that sent a moan through her. He twirled her around toward Him. “Don’t make Me wait,” he growled, putting his hand behind her neck.
