*Notes found in the margin:
Benjamin's description about his lunch with Rachel. Occurred between what I've "roughly" defined as chapters 6 & 7.
I couldn't believe the words coming out of Rachel's mouth. Or, perhaps more appropriately, I just wasn't quite ready to. "That's just your training talking. It's not how you really feel about any of this!"
As promised, Rachel had brought me some lunch. When she pulled up with her special delivery it had put such a strange and envious look on Mike's face- one of my co-workers at the warehouse. She handed me the food as she wrapped an arm around me and pulled me down to meet in a very passionate kiss. If I didn't know better, I'd say she had been warming herself up for me before her arrival. Maybe she had at that. As it was, I was so distracted I nearly dropped the food before this kiss was over. It had been that, or pass up on the chance to give her incredibly tight ass a good squeeze while our tongues were exploring each other's mouths and her breasts were pressed firmly up against my chest.
Thankfully, I maintained enough of my mental capacities during the onslaught of desire to remember a couple of salient points. First, that she was my slave. Which meant that even if I didn't do it now, there was nothing to stop me from grabbing her ass anytime I wanted. And second... I had two hands. Which made the first point somewhat moot.
The Italian sub was delicious and so was the small bundle of grapes that she had pulled out of the mystery bag a bit later.
"She had teased me about that on the phone,
" I recalled. Once we had finished celebrating her arrival, we quickly left the stuffy confines of the surplus warehouse behind in favor of enjoying some shade and a little breeze. From there the conversation had progressed into other perfectly mundane subjects.
I suppose sharing a simple lunch with a beautiful woman can really pass the time. Of course, it helps tremendously when she seems honestly interested in you and makes no attempt to hide that fact. To anyone else passing by on campus I'm sure we looked like just another normal couple- like anyone else in the world. Good thing there weren't very many students on that particular corner of campus that day. If there had been, and if they paid us anything more than a passing glace- they would have been just as ensnared by Rachel as I was.
She was dressed in a rather simple outfit. Tight genes with a few threadbare patches that were still popular at the time. Rolled up just enough to almost claim to be capris, with the added benefit of showing off her otherwise unadorned feet tucked into a pair of pointed black stiletto shoes. Her top was a simple black baby-doll with a round but plunging neckline beneath a half-jacket made of soft white leather that flared just enough to draw the eyes directly to her beautiful cleavage. Her long dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders and flowed from the front to the back as she talked. Each time she laughed or tilted her head it added to the illusion that her curls were at the mercy of some undiscernible tide.
Honestly, it made it hard to hold up my end of the conversation. Not that I learned anything particularly new about her as we flirted over lunch. I had been seeing her for a while by then, and we had spent a lot of that time just talking on many a previous 'date night'. That should come as no surprise, given what has already been established about the emotional state I had been in for the past few years. Even when I was paying for her attention and knew it, my self-confidence had still never been that great. But right then, over lunch, she seemed to be chatting it up as if she was genuinely interested in me. Like we had been together for years- I mean actually together, as in boyfriend and girlfriend.
Eventually my own self-doubt and insecurity raised enough warning flags about that familiarity, that willingness to please, that I had to ask. Which was a shame, really. By then she had talked me into laying my head in her lap while she fed me the grapes. I had been thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her hand running through my hair. And the way her own hair had tickled my face each time she had leaned down for a kiss.
"Alright- what is it?" I asked suspiciously during one of those lulls in conversation that happens every seven minutes if urban legend is to be believed.
"What," She asked, feigning innocence. "Can't a girl just enjoy some time with you? I can tell you're enjoying it quite a bit." Her smile was warm, but her eyes were just a bit too guarded at the evasion.
"I was, but that's not an answer," I said somewhat curtly as I shifted to a position more vertically inclined. It hard to be taken seriously while lying on your back on the ground.
Rachel sighed, took a moment to gather herself, and then launched in on the real reason she had been buttering me up. She hadn't said it outright, but I was smart enough to read between the lines. She was afraid that I wasn't man enough to actually know what to do with a sex-slave.
The problem was- a part of me more than a little inclined to agree with her. It was sitting right next to the part of me that was still giving me dirty looks in the mirror each morning for what I had done to her. And right next to him was the part that kept nagging me about how I couldn't trust a word she said for the exactly same reason- her, or Maggie. It's not like those doubts were eating me up inside yet- but I was getting more and more uncomfortable with them just sitting there staring at me. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I don't want you to think I was starting to go insane or something.
Rachel spent a good bit of time trying one angle after another. Most were attempts to talk me into getting rid of those voices through whatever means necessary. We were focusing on that last one just then- the part where I shouldn't believe the feelings we both knew my training had put in her head in the first place.
"That's just it." She said, shifting onto her knees and crawling forward to close the gap between us. "Don't you see? That's exactly what it is, and it's in-fucking-credible!"
I made no attempt to hide the suspicion and confusion that statement created. "I'm afraid I don't follow. Why should that make me feel
better
about any of this?"
Her eyes moved up and down, taking in my defensive posture as if it were paper armor she could shred with a single rake of her claws. "You poor, sad, amazing, sexy man." She purred, reaching me and sliding her tongue into my mouth as our lips met in a kiss. She slowly lowered me back down to a horizontal position beneath her as she felt my resistance melting.
I could have stopped her, and I almost had when she called me sad. But the 'amazing' and 'sexy' part had held my tongue just enough to let her complete the distraction.
"I don't know how." She said, rising up just enough to slide off to one side and nibble on my ear. "And I don't know why. Was it just because I was convenient? Or did you actually like me? No, don't answer that. It doesn't matter."
"Rachel, I think-"
She put a finger over my lips to silence me. "Don't talk. If you tell me to stop, I'll have to obey. But I don't think you really want me to do that. I think you would enjoy it a lot more if you just listened for a minute."
I have to admit, the timbre of her voice was sending shivers down my spine. The way she seemed to almost purr as she whispered hotly into one ear was doing even more than that.
"Listen to what I'm saying," She continued, climbing back on top of me and flicking her tongue playfully across my lips to briefly replace the finger that had been there moments before. "I am your
Slave
. And this body?" She leaned up just enough to run a hand up and down her side in case I needed the reminder. "You know, the one I have spent hours nearly every day for
years
now to keep it healthy, sexy, and powerful? The tool I use as my primary source of income? The tits, ass, and legs that you have lusted after for months now? This body..." She leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat of her desire on her breath as she let a small moan of pleasure escape from between her lips. "This body
belongs
to you."
I could feel the weight of her chest, the twin points of her breasts pressing down against me as the rest of the world seemed to recede into the background. I could feel the pressure of her hips even more, as she slowly and rhythmically began to grind them back and forth on top of me. The pressure was easily more than enough to tease my hard cock through my jeans. Which made the additional pressure of one of her hands, slipping down between us, all the more apparent.
"Oh god," She moaned again slowly- her monologue having almost as much of an effect on her as it was having on me. Maybe even more so. "I want that cock inside me, Master!" She hissed, shifting her grinding motion into more of a circle as she continued to press against me. "Say the word and I will fuck you right here, right now! Or I could suck your cock instead? The way you moan when you cum in my mouth... Fuck! I could almost cum right now."
