Judy didn't live in the posh areas like Manhattan, not was it totally like the Bronx, but the building was in a ratty condition and the knock seemed to echo in the walls. Ray inspected the exterior of the house before he knocked upon the door with a smile on his shorn face. It took her a few moments to answer, and when she did she was there, dressed in the best wear that she had.. a pair of worn jeans and pale yellow tanktop that accented her curves more than the office wear did. Her red hair she had managed to curl slight and otherwise she looked fine.. shying a quiet smile with a small hello.. and let him inside.
With a graceful elegance, he slipped over the threshold and looked around at the near surroundings that seemed to sport nothing of wealth. The first room was humble and was furnitured with second hand stuff.
And he returned his attention towards her, reaching up, stroking the back of his hand to her cheek and traced her jawline in a sweet touch like he did the first time, "You are beautiful, my girl," he spoke, his voice sensual and dark. She couldn't understand that she would deem a beauty with the ugly frames on her nose, "Even with these specs on?" upon which he smiled and nodded, "You should use contacts, they would enhance those beautiful eyes you already have."
She shyly nodded, "They're expensive though, and I'd be most likely misplacing them all the time," changing the subject, "make yourself feel at home.. want some coffee or tea?" she asked quietly.
Leaning over he bit her neck and growled with a dark lust. His hand caressed her breast taking it as his right to do so. He murmured, "You would wear them if I told you to.. and not lose them.." He smile, "get me Coffee my girl."
She shivered, and smiled.. somehow she wasn't afraid of him this time.. and scuttled off into the kitchen to fix him coffee, yelling out, "You like it black, white, sugar, sweetener?"
"I like it strong..." he sat down in the cozy living room, quaint, not too large and not too small. It fitted the couch, a coffee table, a tv, few rugs on the floors and a large poster of some native american tribe stuff with the belonging dreamcatcher or two.
She came back with a couple of mugs and set down his coffee to him. "I wasn't sure if you wanted sugar or not, so I took it with me.." setting the sugar and milk down too.
He observed her with a quiet smile, "I desire sugar. Serve me," seeing how much she was his now. She added the sugar and stirred around, offering him the mug. Taking it, he caught her hand with his free one and pulled her towards him, rewarding her lips with a deep and passionate french kiss, his tongue caressing hers.
She dropped to the couch next to him and well, she kissed him in return. After a few seconds Ray broke the kiss and asked her what she thought about him. "Are you kidding me? I wasn't able to concentrate on work after you just popped up," she giggled, flushing a total crimson in her face.
He grinned wide, this was getting better by the minute, and caressed her thigh with a soft purring growl again, "Aching to be fucked again?"
She smirked, "The question is, are you able to contain yourself from screwing me.. Ray."
At her sudden cockiness, Ray quirked up a brow, "Of course I can! I wil take you when I please to though," adding the last statement of his will still dominating her. She nodded, but asked if she could tell her friends about him, that she had a boyfriend finally and her wish was granted by an approving nod from his side, why wouldn't she be able to.
Caressing her cheek with a smile, he gazed into her blue eyes. After a long moment he told her, "Call me Sir or Master, not Ray."
She gave an amused smile, "I think Master will fit you at home, but Sir is more appropriate if you drop by at work."
An appreciative purr rumbled from his lips, "Yes, now then my slut, you have yet to swallow a load of my spunk. I think it is time that you learned how to suck me off." She looked up at him and nodded.. getting used to him.. slowly.. this whole idea of slut and Master still new to her, let alone being together with a man. He watches her with approval in his face, stroking her hair as he guided her hand in unzipping him and drawing out his cock, already almost entirely hard.
Just to be adventurous, she ran a delicate finger down his throbbing shaft and then up , circling around the head. "Look close at it my girl... I imagine its the first cock you have been so close to?" whilst he enjoyed watching her little game.
She nodded.. "Yes.." and peered as close to as it she could, but retreated to discard the ugly glasses from her face before she peered at it anymore.
Caressing her face a little more, he softly coaxed her, "Lick it.. suck it.. worship my cock my girl." She ventured to lash out her tongue around the head.. tasting it's difference now that he hadn't had it in her sex whilst he leant back and relaxed, observing her reactions with a smile.
She found him to be a bit salty, but tasty... and enfurthened more her explorations of his cock with her tongue, running it down his shaft. He sighed in happiness and drinks his coffee, "You have a gentle touch." Curiously she paused, "Is that good or bad.. Master?"
He smiles. "Good girl, and you are good to ask. Never use your teeth. You will learn."
