Dear readers, This is chapter 4 of Laura's Choice. If you are new to this story reading the first three chapters will help provide the context for this chapter.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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The classroom session finished, I walked out to the car park while searching for car keys. My small SUV or rather Xavier's small SUV beeped back at me when I pushed the key fob unlock button. I shook my head at how normal this all seemed. Normal except for the tracking collar around my neck that would alert Xavier if I deviated from the planned itinerary he had agreed to.
Despite the tracking, the act of sitting in a classroom for the mandatory in class session and then walking out to an automobile that was mine to drive was like a step back into another lifetime of freedom. And it was exhilarating in all its normalcy. A rational part of my brain also pointed out that in those 'free' times in the past I was heavily burdened with financing my studies and paying for my board and food. I had no worries of that now. My concerns were very different.
It was five weeks since Arie arrived. She shocked me at how much punishment she could take but finally she was sullenly following the rules. I don't think I was any different when I was first brought into Xavier's home. Her new collar was now installed, an event preceded by a beating when she fought him from putting it on. Arie would not take punishment unrestrained so he had to manhandle her into the cuffs and suspend her from a hook before administering the strap, his implement of choice for her. I personally had not felt the effects of the strap and didn't care to find out. While suspended he placed the collar on her. I was present as I was required to view all her punishments. This gave me the opportunity to watch closely as he used an electronic device to lock and unlock the collar. A number keyed in plus holding the key fob like device near the collar unlocked it. My collar worked the same I assumed.
The bonus was that Arie and I could now go for walks into the meadows and trails around the Ranch. This was still my favourite part of the day and she grudgingly admitted to the beauty of the scenery. Xavier still required her hands in cuffs as he didn't trust her to not make a run for it but at least her feet were free so she could walk normally.
On these walks we discussed our life at the Ranch. My relationship to Xavier, particularly the sexual part, which in truth was the essence of our relationship was a source of mystery to her. She couldn't get how I could willingly be a 'compliant sex toy' for him - her words.
Pulling carefully out of the lot I headed for the campus library, an approved destination on my travels. While driving I reflected back on our relationship. The basis for it was a twenty first century Master and Slave bond, an inescapable truth for me despite Arie's insistence it was abduction, forcible confinement and rape. She was right of course. In the eyes of society and the Law that is how it would be viewed. But since my agreement to accept my role as his slave our relationship and my view of it had shifted slowly but surely.
His expectations expanded beyond purely providing sex. At times I almost felt like a confidant to him. I knew he had many acquaintances in his business milieu but I don't know if he had any real friends. I believe he wanted to talk more about the organization he was now a senior figure in from what I could tell. However, he would only talk in generalities for both my protection and more importantly, the protection of himself and the Organization. I did gather that the businesses were split between legal and criminal and probably included a lot of gray areas.
Our conversations would take place often after sex in his bed. I was now spending all my nights in his room and we would cuddle and talk after he was satisfied. He wanted to know if I thought Arie was going to work out as a companion for me and an agreeable housemate for him as well. So far he had not used her for sex and I was both pleased and a bit mystified by his reluctance to take her. He did assure me that he would have her when the time was right.
Cuddling with him, spooned to my back, would often lead to slow lazy fucking. I found that a new position had become my favourite. While facing my back he would lift my leg up and over his legs while he slowly pushed his cock in and out of my vagina from behind. I liked the feel of his length inside me but not so deep that he hit my cervix. He would reach around and play with my clit as the slow fucking continued. He would tease me and hold me on the edge for seemingly hours while nibbling my neck and ears.
During these moments of sex he would whisper how much he loved my body and how cherished a possession I was and how glad he was that he bought me. Fortunately, he couldn't see me rolling my eyes at the 'cherished possession' comment. Was I the ultimate consumer good for males? He never did tell me how much I cost even though I tried to wheedle it out of him. He would just reply that I was priceless. Truthfully though, I really enjoyed the soft sex and he always relented and brought me over the edge with his fingers while pumping his cock slowly in and out until he came too.
What didn't particularly thrill me was his penchant for touching me when Arie was in the room. This would generally happen when we would be watching a movie or relaxing in the great room after dinner and Mrs. Lawrence had left for the day.
Fortunately, for our earlier, after work great room sessions of talk and sex Arie would be sent to her room. These sessions ran from me gently massaging his cock to sucking him off and occasionally, depending on his mood, he would rip off my jeans, bend me over the arm of the couch and pound me hard from behind. I came to realize at these times that he was working out some aggression relating to his work and I was the convenient receptacle for his needs. Arie never got to view this thank god!
However, when relaxing in front of the screen watching a movie or some sports event he would lazily massage my breasts with Arie kneeling beside us. Even though she derided me as a mere sex toy for Xavier she still seemed interested in his groping. One day he had unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand into my panties while never taking his eyes off the game on tv. My face flushed in embarrassment as I saw Arie watching his hand work over my pussy.
Xavier was very good at massaging my sex and bringing me to completion. On that night he relentlessly probed my channel alternating with a gentle then firm caress of my clit. I tried to take my mind off the pleasure my body was receiving so as not to come but Xavier would have none of it. With Arie watching my face I orgasmed while trying to hide the fact and I was a dismal failure. I couldn't stop the squeaks and gasps as he made me come. She was staring right at me and I buried my face in his shoulders. For his part I don't think he missed any of the action on the television.
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In the University Library I sat down at one of the computer work stations. Ostensibly I was researching a paper from printed material but in reality I was quietly scoping out my plan B. All my activity on Xavier's computer was monitored and reviewed. At the library I researched maps of the area plus bus and train schedules. In truth, I didn't really expect to ever invoke Plan B but the addition of Arie to the household and Xavier's treatment of her compelled me to at least have a rudimentary plan of escape. I also searched the local building store for heavy duty chain breakers, just in case.
The drive home from the University town was over an hour and a half and I arrived late in the day. Something was wrong when I walked in the front door. I could sense it. Xavier was on the phone and he looked angry. Mrs Lawrence was hanging back shaking her head.
I went over to her and asked, "Jean, what's happening?"
"Oh dear, Arie is lost. She went for a walk and hasn't returned." I saw the strange look in her eyes and sensed that this was not merely a lost girl. She had run! I was sure of it.
