by Nicole Casey
18
Marcus
A few hours after our final play I had her prepare so we could leave. I dressed up into a pair of black slacks, a black shirt and my usual black leather shoes. I kept on my pure silver and gold watch and a silver necklace I purchased when I traveled to Japan the previous year.
When I got to see Natasha, naked and fully bathed, I felt my cock once again get hard in excitement. However, I knew better than to fuck her one more time. Instead, I simply smiled at her and led her to my bedroom.
It was the first time she truly got to see my room. It must have appeared dark and cold to her – it was all sleek and black with a minimalist design. Even the bed I slept on wasn’t so comfortable but I intended it to be that way so I could wake up easily.
She rested on the edge of the bed as I opened one of my drawers. She flinched a little, perhaps fearing I was going to use yet another toy on her, and it came as a surprise when I revealed not a toy but a gorgeous black dress for her to wear.
It was a very tight, form-fitting one-piece mini-dress with an off-shoulder and backless design. To go with it I gave her a pair of black high heel sandals with long strap-on laces. I just hoped they were the right size. I had been estimating her foot size ever since I had her in my basement.
“D-daddy?” she asked me with wonder and amazement when she took hold of the clothes and sandals.
“Put them on,” I instructed her.
Like an obedient, well-trained slave, she got up and dressed right in front of me. She looked so gorgeous wearing the dress. When she was done, I had her brush her hair and put on the sandals.
For one final touch I opened my bedside drawer and took out an elegant, golden necklace. She smiled sheepishly at me and turned around, allowing me to lock the necklace for her.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said as I pushed her a bit forward so she could marvel at herself in front of a mirror. She stood there for a while, admiring how beautiful she looked. It must have been quite some time since she last saw her reflection and even I had to admit that with her current outfit, she looked more gorgeous than ever.
“Okay then, let’s go,” I told her. She took my hand and let me lead her out of the house and to the car. She got into the passenger seat without a fuss and waited as I hopped into my side.
When I was ready to start the car, I noticed she didn’t have her seatbelt on. That made me grin – even now, with her freedom guaranteed, she was ready for me to command her.
Natasha was quiet for the ride and she didn’t protest when I took a sudden turn towards a street that did not lead towards her apartment. She merely looked out the window with a confused expression but never said a word of protest.
However, after a good fifteen minutes of driving down the main highway, we reached the countryside and the houses started to fade into the distance. We kept going this way until we drove into a grassy portion of the region and just a few minutes in we reached a small park.
As we drove in, Natasha looked out and saw the few slides, swings, a biking circle and the see-saw. It was a children’s park but no one was around at this hour.
I finally slowed down and parked near a cliff overlooking a man-made lake filled with a lot of large fish like golden Koi and more. I then got out of the car, took Natasha by the hand and aided her out so we could sit on the grass and overlook the scenery.
19
Natasha
Why were we here? I looked out into the horizon and noticed that not a single other soul was here. It was just my master and I sitting out here, enjoying the beautiful sight all by ourselves.
“I wanted to bring you here,” he then told me as he kept his gaze out into the distance. “This is where I go to clear my mind, relax and just get away from the rest of the world.”
My mind sparked when I heard him tell me that. I’ve been with my master for some time now but this was the first time he ever told me anything about himself. This was the first time he ever opened up about anything personal.
“T-thank you for bringing me here, daddy,” I told him. I was lost for words and I didn’t really know how to communicate with him outside of offering my body to him. I turned to look at him and he looked back. I saw a deep melancholy residing in the depths of his gaze.
He shrugged and caressed my face, pushing back the strands of hair that covered my eyes. He then gave a warm smile and said, “I’ve never brought anyone else here but you. It’s a nice little park but nobody ever seems to come here. Maybe kids just like spending their time playing video games or something. This place is kind of abandoned now.”
My heart sunk when I heard him say that. It was just melting to hear how special I had become for him. I knew he had a lot of other slaves before but to be the only one he ever brought here meant something. I didn’t know what but it had to be something, right?
“Well, at least we get to have this place all to ourselves,” I mumbled out, perhaps a little too loud. The words just slipped out of my mouth.
To my surprise, Marcus wrapped an arm around my waist and embraced me. It wasn’t a rough hug or anything to showcase his dominance over me. It was warm, sweet and gentle. I couldn’t help but lean in and rest my head on his arm.
“You’re right,” he then said. “We do have this. I really wanted to show you this place but we got so caught up in our little contract that I didn’t find the time to bring you. Now that you’re going home, I figured this to be the best opportunity before there is none.”
“Why this place though?” I asked him.
Marcus shrugged and replied, “I never wanted to be a banker, to be honest. I wanted to be like Daxter or Trevor Wild. I wanted to be famous and to be in the front lines of the media. I even took acting classes and worked as a model for a few years.”
“So why the sudden change in course?” I had to keep pressing. This was my only chance to get to peel off his protective layer.
“I wasn’t born rich,” he then explained. That revelation came as a bit of a shock. He then continued on, “My dad was a football coach and my mother worked at a diner. They were real simple folk, you know? I always thought I’d grow up and have a simple life like them too. But then my sister kept on getting in trouble.”
I raised an eyebrow in question, “You have a sister?”
“Oh yeah, but we never talk nowadays,” he answered. “She was always getting into trouble with boys, drugs and the like. In the end I had to drop my dreams of being a model and actor so I could help her out. I studied accountancy and management because mathematics was the only other field I was good at.”
“So you became a banker to save your sister?”
His gaze strayed from the horizon and he looked at me, “That’s right. I ended up having to work as her financial advisor and that hooked me up with more clients until I eventually got linked to some of the big players and corporate leaders. That’s how I made my wealth.”
“I want to earn a lot of money like you,” I then told him. My thoughts trailed for a moment and I thought of my mom. “My father was an asshole but my mom… you’ll like her, she’s really sweet. I just want to give her a good life, you know?”
“If this business turns out successful then you’ll make that dream come true,” he then told me. Marcus then got up on his feet and offered his hand to help me back up. “Come on, it’s time to take you home.”
I smiled, happy to have had this chance to just sit and talk, and grabbed his hand.
20
Marcus
I finally drove her home. It was a little sad to see her go. There was always the possibility that she’d take the money and never talk to me again. We still had over thirty days for our BDSM contract but she already got what she wanted and I did too – I was just lenient enough to let her go early.
After I dropped her off, I spent the rest of the evening at Mercury Wild. No one was there except for Trevor and Jasmine but they were too busy organizing a new event to promote Daxter and Noelle’s newest fashion l
ine.
To keep myself busy, I ordered a few drinks and flirted around with a couple of random girls I met dancing to the music. None of the three girls I hung out with could compare to Natasha. None of them were as young, as hot or as submissive as she was. None of them had her intelligence either.
By two in the morning I was drunk and uncertain of what to do next. I ditched the girls when they went into the bathroom and drove away as quickly as I could. They wouldn’t miss me anyway. There was also some other rich guy for them to leech onto.
As soon as I got away from the bar, I took a moment to rest by a pancake diner. I was still a little too drunk to be driving anyway so I took the time to rest and sober up a bit. I did order some blueberry waffles and coffee just so I could stay a while longer.
While I sat there in my car, in the parking lot, my thoughts trailed and I quickly thought of Natasha. The image of her succulent, young and delicious body got me hard so quickly it was a struggle to not masturbate in my seat, especially when I thought of her soft, pink lips and how her pussy would moisten whenever she’d catch sight of my cock.
Yet the longer I thought of her the more I realized I missed her.
I missed the spunk in her voice and the way she would defiantly speak back every now and then. I missed how she’d look at me with those big puppy eyes before I’d whip her and fuck her senseless. I missed the sound of her voice when she’d moan in pleasure and beg for me to keep pounding into her pussy.
I couldn’t say I loved her – no, we were too far gone from that – but I did feel attached to her. Whether it was because she was truly the ideal slave or because she was just so unique and pleasing to be with, I could never tell.
“Damn it,” I whispered to myself as I slammed a fist on the steering wheel. I pushed her too hard and too soon. I had thirty-nine days to slowly train her and get her addicted to this lifestyle. I had thirty-nine fucking days and I rushed through it in a week.
I got impatient. I got too excited.
Furious and a little disappointed with myself, I hopped out of the car and crossed the street. There was a small motel with a coffee shop. As drunk as I was I knew I couldn’t drive home. I had to settle for a room and just sleep the alcohol out of my system.
I didn’t bother taking a shower or wasting my time watching a movie. I just plopped down on the bed and shut my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I heard my phone buzzing. I groggily reached for it and to my surprise I found a text message from Natasha. That really woke me up and I quickly sat up to read what she had to say.
“Daddy, I got the money,” her message read. “I’m already scouting for a place to launch my business. Thank you so much. Will you pick me up later? I have something to say but I want to say it in person.”
For a long while I just stared at my phone, reading the words over and over again. She did say she wanted to meet up with me again, right? I had to really digest her message and it occurred to me that I had to be careful with this. Her message was a double-edged sword.
Natasha did not specify if she wanted to continue on with our BDSM contract. She did not specifically ask if we had another session planned. She didn’t flirt with me in the message and did not imply if we were going to have sex again.
However, she also didn’t say that this was farewell. There was really no indication on her intentions except for the fact that she had something important to say.
That was enough motivation for me to get going.
I texted back and told her that yes, we would meet again tonight. I still had to go to the office and I was sure she had a lot of things to finish now that she had the cash to get her business going. I simply instructed her to wait for me at her apartment by eight o’clock in the evening. She could wear whatever she wanted.
Once the message was sent, I quickly got back in motion. I took a shower, checked out of the motel and drove back home to my manor. There I changed my clothes, had some coffee and drove to the office. Felicia had already been busy at work for a few hours and I was grateful that she was still so diligent even when I wasn’t around.
Time passed by so slowly for the rest of the day. I was anxious to get out and prepare for the evening to come but I was buried underneath so much paperwork. I decided to finally give in and allowed Felicia to draft an advertisement so we could expand the company. I had more money than most billionaires I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to spend some cash to improve my business.
When that was all done and the office was closed I still had to eat my dinner, oversee some business at the manor and then drive over to Mercury Wild to aid both Trevor and Daxter with their businesses. I was their banker after all.
It was nearly seven-thirty when I was finally free. I didn’t waste time and bid Trevor good-bye before dashing my way out of the bar and into my vehicle. I drove out to Natasha’s apartment in a hurry and pondered what it was she had to tell me.
Natasha was out of her apartment and out in the street when I finally arrived. To my most utter surprise, I found her in a large shirt on and no socks or shoes. Even in the dark I noticed she had no bra on as her nipples pressed against the fabric of her clothes. I could only assume she wore no panties either.
She waved at me and before I could step out of the vehicle she opened the passenger door and hopped right inside.
21
Natasha
“Hello, daddy,” I greeted him with a smile. It was the best smile I could muster and it glowed with all the joy and genuine excitement I had bursting from within me.
“Y-you’re wearing what I requested more than a week ago,” he commented as he looked at me, studying me as I leaned on my seat.
I nodded at him and began to explain, “Daddy, you did your part of the deal. You promised me you’d secure me a business loan if I became your sex slave. I had never experienced BDSM before and I was a virgin when this whole madness started but to be completely honest, I love this.”
Marcus looked at me with a confused expression on his face. I had to elaborate further. It only made sense – any other girl may have run away and gone home, taking the money to do business elsewhere. I did attempt that but he saved me and that was something I was never going to forget.
I then explained further, “Daddy, I need someone like you,” I admitted to him. “I need someone who knows how to be in charge. I need someone who can control me, dominate me and put me in my place but still respect my boundaries and my identity. You showed me all that. I feel comfortable with you.”
“But you don’t love me,” he pointed out.
I shrugged and looked at him as I said, “I don’t know. I just know that I am quite attached to you, daddy. I live to see you every day of my life. I get excited when you tease me about punishing me or rewarding me.”
“That’s definitely a lot to go on,” Marcus agreed. He then asked, “Does that mean you’re staying here?”
I nodded and told him, “Not only that but I’m going to honor our contract. You let me go but you still have like a month to own me and use me as you see fit. I am still your slave.”
“I let you go because you deserved to be free,” he elaborated. “You could have taken the money and left.”
My heartbeat got faster as I mustered the words I wanted to say the most, “I want to be with you, daddy. I don’t just want to complete the contract but I want to become your slave for as long as we get enjoyment out of this relationship. You opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to stay in it.”
Marcus looked shock but even then he never lost his cool. That was one of the best traits about him – he always looked so serious and never put up for nonsense. Unlike so many other men I had met in my life, Marcus was far more mature, determined and definitely more brutal with his viewpoint on life.
He didn’t smile but I could see the pleasure burning in his eyes. He looked at me, piercing me with his cold stare, and then told me, “Good. It’s also good t
o see you are dressed for the occasion. If you’re ready to go we’re going to make a quick stop before heading to the house. Before that though; how is your business venture going now?”
I smiled and answered, “It’s going perfectly well. I have to go tomorrow to the city hall and begin processing the business papers and registration. I still need to look for a suitable place to set up the shop. I did look into a few ads online and made a few calls to schedule a visit.”
A sense of pride swelled in my chest as I said those words. His investment in me wasn’t going to go to waste. I would be able to pay the loan and the lenders back quickly. Then I could focus solely on building my profit and hopefully bring my mom here as well. I needed to get her away from that boring life in the middle of nowhere.
I was going to say more, excited to spill the beans about all my plans and what I’d do once the tattoo shop was flourishing, when I suddenly saw him lean in. Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips press against mine. The warmth and moisture of his kiss sent a shock through my body but instead of revolting I melted into it and welcomed it further.
Before I knew it I was kissing back, opening my lips just enough so his tongue could slide in and play with mine. His heavy hands crushed me under their weight, gripping my arms tightly as he squeezed.
Our lips then parted and I looked at him with a gasp and a whisper of a moan.
“Don’t leave, okay?” he asked. For the first time in a long time I looked straight into his eyes and I saw the longing in his gaze.
I smiled, cupped his face and said, “Daddy, I’m yours. I promise you that. I will always be yours.”
“You’re not really my girlfriend though,” he then commented. “Neither of us can say we’re truly in love.”
“Then let me be your girlfriend and your slave,” I exclaimed. “Let’s take it nice and slow and see how this develops. If we aren’t in love then I can still be your slave. If we are in love then let’s take the next step. I don’t know what it is but we’ll know when we get there.”
