She carried him behind the car and popped the trunk.
"You're not going to put me in there are you?"
"That's where you put purchases silly."
Before he could argue she dropped him in and slammed the lid shut. She was happy again. She owned him now.
She arrived at her home with a new spring in her step. Taking her time she carried her purchases from the back seat inside. Digging through her closet she pulled out some white cotton rope she'd bought years ago that now lay forgotten. With that it was time to collect her new prized possession. She popped the trunk. The boy sat there blinking up at her.
"Stay still. I've got work to do."
She folded his hands in front of him and pressed his legs together. Then taking the rope she bent in and began looping it around him. She stole his legs from him first. Then his arms. Then his chest. When he was secure she scooped him up and headed inside. She laid him on a bearskin rug in front of a raging fire. She sat down in a winged back chair and watched him.
"Aren't you going to do... anything?" he asked.
"Not yet."
"Why not?"
"You're still twenty for two more hours. So we wait."
"And then?"
"And then there's nothing keeping me from you."
12:00
The boy watched as the hands of the old clock on the wall overlapped. He was now eighteen. He was now hers. What did that mean? What would she do to him? What did he want her to do to him?
She stood. The boy watched in awe as she shrugged off her fur coat onto the chair. Her clothing was pulled up and over her head tossed aside without another care. So were the shoes she kicked off next. His breath caught in his chest as she stared up at her. Long muscular legs, tight fit waist, big powerful arms, big imposing breasts with nipples so erect it was a miracle they hadn't cut the dress on the way off.
Lost in his admiration of her body he was caught off guard by her sudden speedy movements. The next thing he knew she was upon him. His clothes were ripped off. There was no foreplay, no seduction, no restraint. The time for all that had passed. The mounting and riding of his eager little body was simultaneous. There was no need to think about it. He just went with the raw sexual explosion that had engulfed him. It was no time at all before he came. She however was far from finished and continued long into the night.
By the time the sun rose she had climaxed three explosive times. He lost count how many times he'd come under her. Spent he lay limply on the rug as she scooped him up and carried him upstairs. She ran a hot bath and they bathed together for hours before she carried him off to bed.
As he lay entangled in her powerful limbs he had a thought. This is going to be one hell of a year.
