I packed the last of my clothes in the suitcase and giggled happily to myself. Master had said we were going on holiday, and I was ecstatic that I would be alone with Master, without Him having to work, for a whole week. I could spend every minute with Him and if He let me, I was planning to do just that.
"Nearly ready, Luna?" He seemed to materialise in the doorway.
"I've just packed the last of my clothes, Master," I replied, and He nodded. "Bring it down to the car, and we'll get going."
I picked up my suitcase and trotted down the hallway and down the front steps. He'd left the boot of the car open for me, and I could see His suitcase already nestled in the bottom. He was waiting in the car for me already. I heaved my suitcase in with His and slammed the boot shut. I locked the front door, and then got in the passenger seat and snuggled in to the comfortable seats, the cool leather helping to soothe yesterday's welts.
"Seatbelt," He reminded me, and I guiltily snapped it into place.
He started the car and we pulled out of the driveway. Master hadn't told me a lot about our holiday, but I knew we were going to a hotel by the beach somewhere a few towns over. Nothing flash, but a nice getaway with my Master all the same.
As we drove I began to fantasize about what Master and I would do when we got there. Perhaps He'd fuck me on the beach, if I was lucky. I hoped if He did, someone would see, and know that Master was with me. Maybe we'd just stay holed up in our hotel room and I could just stare at Him, play with Him, run my hands and eyes over his body...
"Luna?" I realised with a jolt that He had been speaking to me.
"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't hear what You said."
"No, Luna," He said, keeping his eyes fixed on the road, "You just weren't listening."
I hung my head. "I'm sorry, Master."
He sighed. "I said, I'm stopping for lunch, what do you want?"
"I will eat whatever You don't, Master," I replied.
He nodded. It was probably the answer He was expecting, but He always asked just the same. I had always eaten what Master couldn't finish when we ate out, just as He'd always ordered more than He needed. I looked at Him adoringly. He does take such good care of me.
He stopped at a small café and ordered His food. I waited until He'd finished and pushed His plate towards me, and then I gulped it down.
We were soon on our way again. It was a long drive, and I felt myself getting sleepy.
"Master, may I please take a nap?"
"Yes, Luna. Go to sleep."
I slipped easily into dreams. As usual they were dreams of my Master, his big hands and precise tongue running over my body, touching, tasting, taking. I dreamt of our holiday, where we stayed in our room and He fucked me time and time again, and then he lead me to the beach and took me again. I dreamt that there were millions of people watching us, murmuring amongst themselves about how I must be such a good girl for Master to want me so much. I felt my body fill with pride.
I was awoken by a gentle kiss and it took a moment for me to adjust.
"Are we here, Master?"
"Yes, Luna, we're here."
He sounded tired. I looked at the time on the dashboard. It had only been a few hours since lunch, but I was ravenous.
He turned the ignition off and I watched the neon numbers on the clock fade to nothing.
I undid my seatbelt and sat awaiting his orders. I could see the hotel in front of us, a beautiful white building with two stories. It wasn't what it had been in my dreams, but then a million people weren't going to watch Master fuck me, either. Perhaps He could film it and we could watch it together later. I had brought my video camera for just that purpose.
"Come, Luna," he said, and got out of the car. I obeyed, pulling my suitcase out of the boot, waiting for Him to lock the car, and following Master inside.
The woman at the front desk smiled warmly at my Master and shot me a look of disgust as we checked in. I did my best to smile inanely at her while Master wasn't looking. Perhaps I could scare her a little and she wouldn't look at me like I were trash.
Master got the key and led me upstairs to the room. We unpacked our suitcases and He invited me to shower with Him. I revelled in the opportunity and stripped for Him, trying my best to look sexy. He laughed and scooped me up, carrying me to the shower. He turned the water on and I shivered as I waited for the water to heat up. Master stripped off, and I gazed longingly at His body, a beautiful piece of artwork that I felt was created just for me. He looked at me with that mad smile that made me melt every time. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the shower. I felt the warm water flowing over my skin, the closeness of Master's body, His hands on my hips, the hard, smooth flesh that pressed against me as He kissed me passionately.
I unwrapped the soap and worked it into a lather in my hands, taking the chance to touch Him. I rubbed soap over His broad shoulders, His lightly muscled chest, His abs, His inner thighs, His calves... I avoided touching His hard cock, knowing I would feel the need to get on my knees and take it into my mouth, and He hadn't asked me to do that. Yet. I imagined it would be coming any minute now.
I continued to lather up His back and butt, down the back of His legs. I wrapped my arms around Him and pressed my breasts into his back. I reached around and ran my hands along the length of His shaft, making sure to touch the tender spot beneath His balls.
I felt His already hard cock go rigid and resisted the urge to ask if I could suck Him off. He would ask. I knew He would. He turned around and took the soap from me, lathering it up in His hands and working the soap over my breasts, taking time to pinch my nipples. He ran the soap down my stomach and over the thin strip of hair that covered my otherwise shaven pussy. I felt my muscles tighten as the heat inside me began to unfurl and bloom. I basked in the glory of my lust while Master ran a finger smoothly over my clit, His cock now pressing urgently at my entrance.
"Master," I whispered softly, finally tired of waiting for him to ask. "Would you like me to pleasure you?"
"Yes, Luna, thank you." His eyes followed me as I slid down his body and wrapped my lips around His cock. I flicked the head with my tongue and slid my mouth down the length of His shaft a few times before caressing His balls with my tongue, reaching to that sensitive spot just behind them, feeling His cock pulse and tighten. I took it again into my mouth and grazed my teeth down the shaft as He forced Himself further into my mouth. I worked His beautiful cock deep into my throat and tasted the salty drops of pre-come that spilled onto my tongue.
Alternating my strokes, I pleasured my Master for what seemed like a heavenly eternity, enjoying every minute of servicing Him, enjoying every sigh and quiet moan that escaped His lips until finally His balls tightened and His cock exploded in my mouth. I swallowed His come easily and licked him clean.
"Beautiful, Luna," Master praised as He helped me up. "We'd better get clean now, or we'll run them completely out of water."
I giggled and went about washing myself carefully and handed the soap back to Master as I rinsed it off. He quickly washed and shut the water off, leaving me shivering in the shower box until He returned with a towel. I surveyed His body proudly as he tucked His towel around His waist.
He went into the main room and got dressed as I went about putting my makeup on. I loved to look good for Master. I wanted Him to want me always.
"I've laid your clothes out, Luna," He called from the room.
"Coming, Master," I called back.
"I should hope not," He joked as I entered the room, "I've barely touched you."
