11 comments/ 12954 views/ 11 favorites A Wolfe's Reward By: thelovingsadist Authors Note: Although this story originally spawned from a simple dream, I am dedicating it to my wonderful Minx, who somehow manages to inspire me even when we are apart. Happy birthday, my muse. I love you. I also want to thank Serrabeth, whose feedback and support made the completion of this story possible. ***** "Finally, it's done!" I said aloud, relaxing into the seat of my car. Finally! Six days of night shifts, with overtime, are done. Now I can go home, strip down to something comfortable, and sleep. Oh, how I want sleep. I don't care what experts say, it's unnatural and too different to sleep during the day and stay awake all night. Humans are meant to be sleeping while the moon is out! Or at the very least, this one is. Just as I pushed my key into the ignition, my phone lit up and started vibrating. I got a weird feeling, and almost ignore it, but then I sigh and look. I know better. "Don't go home, Eliza. Drive to my house," from Aaron Wolfe. I swear, he really is a psychic. He has to be. Taking a moment and a deep breath to collect my thoughts, I type in "Master, your humble pet is spent from this week at work...must you call on me now?"I sit back and take a breath, because whatever his response, it will be quick. Sure enough, my phone lights up again. "Yes," I read, then "come now, as you are." Sigh. "Master," I type in, "please let me rest," and send. I don't know what he has planned, but I really need to sleep. "Trust me" is his response. Short, sweet, and no room for refusal. Sigh. "I'll be there soon," I type in and send as I start my car, beginning the drive to his house. The drive is not long, but with 7AM traffic on Saturday, it is long enough that I have time to think about what my master may be up to. I really have no clue. Knowing his sadistic side, he might just want to make me suffer this morning. Knowing his romantic side, maybe he wants to tuck me in and let me sleep in his warm bed. I've been his for several years now, and I still have no idea how he thinks—but he has trained me to trust and obey him, and I will. Between the traffic, the drowsiness, and my mind wandering to thoughts of my master and what is going to happen to me, I was soon pulling into his drive way. Time really does fly away sometimes, so I sat in my car for a moment, prolonging the inevitable to gather my strength and my thoughts. When I felt ready, or ready enough, I got out and walked up to the door. It was unlocked for me, as I expected, so I stepped in and locked it behind me. Hanging my keys in their place, I stood in front of the table by the door and began the entry ritual master had taught me, undressing completely. Beginning with my shoes, I placed them under the small table. I pushed my jeans down and off, folding them and laying them carefully on top of the table before I pulled my shirt off and did the same, laying it in its place on top of my folded jeans. Next I slid my socks off, folding them and placing them on top of my shirt before I unhooked my bra and let my humble breasts free to breathe. I'm not that large, just a little old B cup—but I've never had any complaints about them. After folding that and placing it on the pile, I slowly pushed my panties down my legs, bending over provocatively as I slid them down and off, raising back up nonchalantly as I folded them and placed my last bit of clothing on the neatly stacked pile. Another thing my master taught me. Even if there is no audience always undress, and dress, well—and always be neat. With my clothing removed and neatly placed, I walked over to the soft welcome mat to begin the next part of our ritual. Getting down on my knees, I sat back on my legs and spread my knees wide, placing my hands on my knees. I straightened my back, turned my eyes gently downward, and relaxed. Nadu, he calls it—the position of a pleasure slave. "I am here, master Aaron," I announced. "Your pet has arrived and readied herself to serve you." Now I wait. He knew I was here the moment I pulled in the drive way. He always does. This ritual is just to get me in the mood for submission, to put me in my place upon entering my masters domain. Waiting in nadu is an exercise in patience and meditation; mentally submitting myself to him, opening myself to him, thinking about him, contemplating what he means to me and what I mean to him. The feeling of his warmth, and the sweet taste of his lips as he kisses me. The way he can make me melt just from how he whispers my name into my ear. The sting of his flogger, marking my flesh with proof of his attention. The pain of his teeth and nails sinking into my flesh as he marks me has his. His nails... His nail, gently sliding up my chest and neck, lifting my chin as I open my eyes and gaze upon my master, crouching down in front of me. "You must be getting used to that position, to be able to fall asleep and still hold it perfectly," he says, smiling at me warmly. "Yes, master," I replied as I feel myself turn red, blushing with shame for having fell asleep while waiting for him. "You obeyed," he said, holding my chin up and smiling as he gazed into my eyes, hypnotically holding my attention to his deep and shining hazel gaze. "Yes," I said, feeling myself already sink into a half subspace, half sleep state of mind. "Good girl," he spoke softly as he held my chin and leaned in to kiss me gently, sending a warm tingle through my entire being. "I reward good girls," he whispered. I smiled, knowing I will be treated well and trusting completely the man to whom I gave myself so thoroughly. I simply looked at him, absorbing his beauty—his shoulder length, wavy auburn hair; his deep and almost matching eyes; his baby face features that I find so cute. I know he doesn't like being called cute, but he is. He is the cutest, most gorgeous man I have ever known. But I am his, of course I would say such things. As I am lost in him, I feel him place a chain around my neck. A simple, plain, small silver chain. Todays collar. It's not strong, so that means no rough play, and that kind of relieves me. With my collar locked in place, he stood. "Stand," he said, gripping my collar and pulling me gently to my feet as I obeyed. I don't know how long I sat there in nadu, but my legs were not asleep as I stood this time. Maybe I am getting used to it after all. As I gathered my balance, he let go of my collar and started walking down the hall. "Heel," he said softly, but with firm authority, and without looking back. I obeyed and followed along, walking through my masters home in nothing but a pretty silver chain. As I walked down the hall behind him, I noticed for the first time the wetness between my legs as it slowly leaked down my inner thighs. I couldn't help but smile—the entry ritual had done its job yet again. Undressing myself for him, sitting and meditating on him, had made me completely ready for him. I don't care anymore that I am tired, I am no longer worried about whatever my master has planned—I am his, completely, and so I follow on his heel into his bedroom and into his master bathroom. After I stepped into his bathroom he asked me, "do you need to use the toilet? I actually didn't know. I had been focused so deeply on him, and so drowsy, I hadn't been paying attention to my own body. After feeling out my body, I realized I did. "I need to pee," I said. "Then do so," he replied calmly, stepping over to turn the shower on. Sitting on the toilet to relieve myself, I watched carefully as he stepped up to the counter and started undressing by lifting his shirt over his head—revealing the scars of a few bad fights and a lot of good scenes, and the portrait of a red wolf that covered most of his back; its hazel eyes gazing deeply into mine, carefully and masterfully inked into my masters muscular flesh. The wolf seemed to be smirking at me, the muscles under the ink moving subtly as master placed his shirt in the hamper. I kept watching, sitting on the toilet as he bent over and pushed his pants down and off his legs, intentionally being provocative for me as he poked his tight ass in my direction. As he tossed his pants into the hamper and stood completely naked, he turned and walked towards me and I again got lost in his wonderful body. Master is fit, but not that big a guy. He's an average guy at a height of five eight, and with clothes on he sometimes looks more slender than he is. But now, standing in front of me in all his natural glory, I bask in the glow of his lean and well defined body. Not a hair in sight, either. I like that, both because it makes the cute little wolf tattoo on his chest more visible, and because the full length of his cock is free and fully visible to me. As he stepped in front of me, my entire attention was on the sway of his half hard cock as he walked, and then on its pulsing and slow rise as he stood before me. I felt saliva gather in my mouth, and noticed that the last few drips into the toilet were more than just pee. My mind and my body were throbbing for him. I want him. Even in my current condition, every part of me is his, and I want him. Holding my chin gently, he lifted my head and pulled my eyes up to meet his. He was smiling, knowing full well what he was doing to me as he asked, "are you done?" "Yes" was all I could muster in a weak and husky voice. My arousal, and my drowsiness, were clearly apparent. His left hand gripped my collar and he gently pulled me to my feet as his right hand sunk between my legs, feeling of my wet lips. I felt my legs weaken, and my whole body shudder, as he simply felt of me before pulling his fingers back to bring them to his lips. I gasped, realizing he was tasting both my arousal and my pee, and then I got even wetter as I watched him lick me off of his finger with the most erotic expression I can imagine. He smiled at the look of lust in my eyes, the shine and the half glaze of dizzying subspace arousal. "Now we are ready," he said, turning to step into the shower. As he did, I looked down again, noticing that he got fully hard from tasting me—a thought which aroused me that much more as I followed him into the warm water of his shower. "Stand under the water," he commanded. Obeying his command, I stood under the shower head and felt his hands run over my body, rubbing me down with warm water and rinsing me—avoiding my more sensitive spots, but feeling and rubbing almost everywhere else, spreading the water over me. "I'm going to wash you," he whispered in my ear. "You do not need to do anything. Just relax and enjoy my attentions as I wash my woman clean." I shivered as his words vibrated through my body and closed my eyes, leaning against him and letting him have his way with me. As I relaxed in his arms, he backed me away from the shower head and gathered shampoo in his hands to begin lathering me up, starting with my head. He gently rubbed it in, lathering my hair thoroughly as he massaged my scalp before letting his hands wander downward, gently rubbing my shoulders and back as he slid his hands around my sides so that he can properly scrub almost my entire upper body—careful to avoid my breasts, teasing me with opportunities that I know he won't take.. Working his way downward, he knelt and rubbed his lathered hands down my left leg, avoiding my pussy while somehow managing to touch every every other place His hands worked down slowly and gently, almost massaging my leg as he washed me. When he got to my ankle, he pushed me gently to lean back against the wall as he lifted my foot, tenderly cleaning and rubbing it gently, even pushing his fingers in between my toes to make sure every corner of my body got clean. And when that was done, he started working his way up my right leg, starting with my foot and the same treatment he gave my left foot and leg. All the way up to my pussy, where he again only teased. All I could do was moan in pleasure and agony. I was in heaven. Sweet, torturous heaven. After finally lathering my lower body he stood, gazing into my eyes as his hands wandered up my body to take hold of my breasts. His hard cock slid between my thighs and pressed against my lower lips, which were well lathered in more than one way now. Then he kissed me, and my entire world stopped turning as I suddenly came. The entry ritual, all of the teasing he's done to me before and during the shower, his hands on my breasts, his cock nestled against my aching pussy, and now his tongue against mine—it's too much for a girl to take. Between the drowsiness, the light but dizzying subspace, and now a damn good orgasm, I can't even see straight as he holds me up by pressing his body against mine and pinning me against the wall. Kissing me passionately as I ride the waves of pleasure he has put me on. When my other senses start working again, I feel his hand on my cheek and open my eyes. He's blurry, but I see a smile. I smiled and giggled in a post-orgasmic haze, but he leaned in to my ear and whispered, "did I give you permission to cum?" I gasped and felt my heart sink. Uh oh. Now I've done it. I was getting such a good morning, and I had to break one of the rules. I panicked and straightened up, forcing myself to stand on my own shaky legs again as I looked down and hung my head. "No, master," I said. "I'm sorry." I heard him chuckle, and looked up to see him grinning, looking at my now confused expression. "Good," he said. "Now you're awake again." Awake as I may have been from the adrenaline rush of fear I just got, I had no idea why it is good. I'm tired, and I tilt my head and look at him. "I am not done with you just yet," he said as he caressed my cheek gently. "You can sleep soon, but I need you to stay awake for a while longer." "Yes, master. I'll try," I said. He smiled and led me back under the shower head to rinse me off just as thoroughly as he had lathered me up. "Feel better now?" he asked, kissing my neck and ear teasingly as he spread water over my body. "Yes, I do." Admittedly, after the release of a good orgasm after a week of not having time, even if I am no less sleepy I'm not quite as edgy. "It feels like you cleaned up my mind along with my body," I said. "I did," he chuckled as he kissed my ear again. "But I'm not sure I'll ever get that dirty little mind of yours really clean." "You wouldn't even if you could," I smiled, relaxing in his arms as he rinsed me, feeling his muscles flex as he chuckled again. After he rinsed my hair and body, master turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel. "Come here," he said, holding the towel open for me. I stepped out of the warm shower and into the cool bathroom air as he wrapped the towel around me warmly, gently drying my entire body from head to toe. All else aside, he is definitely thorough today. "Go lay on the bed," he ordered as he finished drying me. "On the towel." I walked out of the bathroom as he finished drying himself, and stepping back into his room I noticed for the first time the candles. The candle light, the incense—the entire room was charged with a calming, relaxing, romantic atmosphere. I had to catch my breath and remember what I had been told, stepping quickly towards the bed and laying on the over sized towel he had left in the center. "Ah," I heard from the bathroom doorway, "lay face down." I noticed him carrying a bottle of something, and that he was still as naked as I was, as I turned over and obeyed—smiling at having finally figured out his plan. "Are you going to massage me?" I asked, closing my eyes as I laid in position. I could feel his smile even without seeing it. "Yes, I am," he said. "So be a good girl and stay awake for me." I smiled, already relaxing as I felt him crawl onto the bed. His hands caressed their way up my back, taking hold of my damp hair and moving it away. Then I felt the warm oil, dripping out over my shoulders to create small rivers across my back before his hands caught them, spreading the oil over my upper back and shoulders. Oh, how good it felt, his warm hands gently massaging my neck and shoulders. The candles, the incense, the scented oil, his warm hands that somehow keep getting warmer. The warmth of the bed. "Master," I mumbled, "I can really fall asleep like this." "That is fine," he said, as his hands worked their way down my left arm. "Stay awake for me a bit longer. You will sleep even better after this." "Yes," was all I managed to get out. I really had to concentrate. I focused on his hands as he massaged my wrist, and then lifted my left hand and massaged my palm and each finger gently, thoroughly. Oh, how I love this. As he finished massaging my hand, he worked his way back up my left arm, seeming to work out every bit of tension he missed on the first pass. When his hands made their way back to my shoulders, he massaged them again—somehow seeming to massage them just as thoroughly as the first time, while just passing over them and rubbing his way over to my right arm where he began his thorough descent towards my right hand. Again, massaging each finger thoroughly, and again working his way back up to my shoulders. I can't move my arms anymore. Or I can, but I really don't want to. It's getting harder to focus. "Stay awake for me, my pet," I hear as he kisses my neck and rubs my upper back. "Yesss," I moan quietly in response, trying so hard to not just drift away. Concentrating harder, I feel his hands rub down my back as his fingers and palms move my flesh in miraculous ways, working out all of the tension in my back—I can even feel my spine relaxing and adjusting, like at a chiropractor. His touch is so gentle, yet so deep. How can I stay awake through this? "Focus," I hear, as if in answer to my thoughts, as I feel a kiss between my shoulder blades. "Focus on me. Hear me, feel me," he said, pouring more oil over my hips. "Mmm," I moaned gently, feeling his hands spread the oil as he massaged my hips and lower back. "It's good," I managed to mumble out. "Yes," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "It is good, and it will only get better." His hands work their way teasingly around my ass, massaging it and avoiding it at the same time as he slid his hands over my left thigh and then wrapped both hands around it—rubbing both my inner and outer thigh at the same time. His right hand brushed so close to my pussy "Yesss," I moaned. I could feel myself throb, but it was just a tease. He quickly started massaging his way down my left leg, and I could feel his smile. "Yes indeed. Pay attention," he said. Rubbing, twisting, kneading my muscles between his fingers, he gently worked his way down my left leg. Down my thigh, carefully teasing the sensitive places behind my knee, and working thoroughly over my calf—he squeezed and relaxed muscles I forgot I had. And then he got to my foot. Oh, the things he can do to my feet. "Relax," he said softly, as he rubbed into my foot, reaching every corner of my sole. "Relax and focus." "Yezzir," I mumbled, getting absorbed in the pleasures of my foot massage as his fingers worked their way over my sensitive flesh and down to my toes. He spent time on each toe, rubbing gently and relaxing each one just as he had worked on my fingers. It felt so good. And when he finished with my left foot, he laid it down gently and gathered more oil on his hands before he began the same treatment on my right foot. "Mmmmm," I moaned softly as his fingers both lightly caressed and deeply massaged my foot, again giving time and attention to each of my toes. I unintentionally let out a soft whimper when he finally worked his way up to my ankle. I really do get too into my feet sometimes. A Wolfe's Reward I concentrated intently on his hands as he worked his way up my right leg, thoroughly massaging my right calf and thigh just as he had the left—even teasing my right knee. I kind of like that, even though it's almost a tickle. All the way up my leg he moved until he was teasing my pussy again, this time from the other side. "Mmm," I moaned, as he finally began massaging my ass. Not too rough, or too gentle; not entirely sexual, or entirely methodological. Sensually hitting every right spot, and teasing ever so masterfully as his hands explored me and rubbed away a little more tension from my body. "Half way there, love," he said softly. "More?" I half whimpered, half moaned. "Yes. More," he said, carefully taking my limp body in his arms and gently turning me over. "My hands are going to steal all of your tension away, and when I'm done I'll let you sleep," he whispered as he kissed my forehead. "Mmm. Sleepy," I said, drowsy and relaxed. "I know, my love," he said, his hands taking more oil and spreading it over my shoulders and collar bone. "Focus on me a bit longer." I focused hard on the feeling of his warm hands against my flesh, massaging my shoulders from the front and working his way down my arms again. All the way down my left arm, massaging my hand and fingers, and working all the way back up just like before—any tension that was left there earlier is completely gone now as his hands wander over my shoulders and neck, and repeat the process on my right arm. My mind is completely fogged over now. I can't open my eyes to save my life, but I feel him as his hands move down around my breasts, massaging them gently while avoiding my nipples. Teasing me and carefully working out the tension, working his fingers down my sides and into my ribs as he moved further down. I gasp as his thumbs and fingers dig into me in some places, then relax as whatever tension he found quickly fades. Spreading new oil over my abdomen, he works his hands into my hips, and again begins his descent down my left leg—ever so slightly teasing my pussy, and ever so thoroughly working out anything he missed massaging my leg the first time. Down my thigh and calf, and again spending nice quality time on my foot and toes. Oh, how I love a good foot rub. "Mmmm," I quietly moaned, as he lifted my right foot and gently shifted his attentions to it, thoroughly massaging my right foot and toes to begin his ascent up my right leg. His hands moved as slowly as they had the entire time, rubbing in the oil as he rubbed away any tension he found. Soon he was at my pussy again, and this time he didn't just tease. Moving from my thigh, he rubbed his thumbs along my slit. "Yes," I moaned. "Good." "Almost done," he said, gently massaging my pussy and pubic bone as I laid back and relaxed, focusing on him, trying to stay awake and wait for permission to sleep. As he finished the massage, he rubbed his hands up my body and wrapped his arms around me, slowly sliding his hard cock deep inside me—wrapping me and filling me with his warmth as he kissed my cheek. "Rest now, my Eliza," he whispered in my ear. "Sleep in your masters arms as I hold you and fill you. Be mine, sleep for me, and dream of me." "Yes, master," I whispered, relieved that I finally had permission to surrender. Safe in the arms of my master, wrapped and filled with his warmth, I drifted into the deepest and most restful sleep I can remember. The next thing I became aware of was soft, gentle kisses wandering up my body, quietly stirring me from my slumber. As he kissed my lips I opened my eyes and returned the smile that I saw. "Good afternoon, sleepy head," he said. "How long did I sleep?" I asked. "From nine till six. About nine hours." "Mmm," I said. "It feels like I slept a week. I don't want to move." "That's too bad," he responded, kissing down my neck. "Because you are going to get up and take another shower. Bed head doesn't suit you for the event I have planned next." "There is more?" I asked. "Or do you just want to ravish me without getting sleepy from all the scented oil?" "There's more," he chuckled, biting my neck lightly to tease me. "Now get up." And with that, he rolled off the bed. "Shower normally to clean up, then come back in here. I'll have a surprise waiting for you." "A surprise?" I asked. "What is it?" "Spoilers," he chuckled. "I don't give spoilers. Now go." He walked out of the room and I slowly rolled out of his warm bed, lazily making my way towards the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I smiled at the rested look I had, and the wild hair that dried while sleeping. Then there was the glow of my skin. The oil had long faded, but I still carried the scents he used—and whatever else he put in that stuff left my skin very happy. I'm almost sad to wash it away. Turning the water on and stepping in, I didn't want this to take too long. I've never really liked surprises, but whenever master says he has one I always end up enjoying it. Using plenty of shampoo and conditioner, I finally got my hair normal again and thoroughly washed my body clean. I didn't know what he had planned, but I wanted to be ready for him. All clean, I stepped out and took a towel, drying myself gently but as completely as possible. Still in nothing but my silver choker, I looked in the mirror again, this time properly inspecting myself. I may have been tired this week, but I made sure to maintain myself in the ways master has taught me—even my exercises. There isn't a hair in sight, and my body feels just right even though I've only done minimal maintenance this week. Partially satisfied that I am worthy to serve my master, I step back out into the bedroom and see him standing by his bed, next to a stool from the kitchen. "Come here," he said. "Stand by the bed." I walked over quietly and stood where he had pointed, looking down at what he had on the bed in genuine surprise. There was a complete set of black and red, lacy lingerie, and beside of it laid a beautiful dress with a red pattern. "Master..." I said softly, almost in a gasp. He simply smiled. "Stand still, my doll. Tonight I am going to dress you." I smiled. Usually I don't like being babied, but to put it in the perspective of a doll—to have my master treat me as his object and decorate me however he pleases—is something that turned me on from the first time he introduced me to it. Standing still as commanded, I watched and felt him kneel down and slip the garter belt up my legs and into place, and then held my hand on his shoulder as he pushed the thigh high stockings up my legs, fastening them into place properly. Lastly, he took the red lacy panties and pulled them over my stockings and the garter straps I smiled—we had both learned from experience long ago, they are easier to get off if they are the last thing to go on, over the straps. Then he stood, rubbing his hands up my body and taking my breasts in his hands, kissing my neck. "You are going to enjoy tonight, my pet," he whispered. My entire body shivered at the pleasant words and the deep, authoritative tone. "Yes, master," I replied. He smiled and took the bra from its place on the bed, putting it on me carefully and easily. Putting it on is just as easy as taking it off for him, it seems. I smiled as he finally lifted the red dress and pulled it down over my head. It wasn't too tight or too loose. It seemed to hug my body as he pulled the bottom halfway down my thighs where it ended. There were no sleeves, but enough to cover the bra strap, and as he zipped it up in the back it took on an almost corset like effect as it lifted my breasts a little bit higher. All zipped up, he turned me around and smiled. "You are beautiful," he said, and I felt the heat rise in my face as I blushed. "Thank you," I responded as he smiled. "Sit down. I'm doing your hair and makeup next," he said. "What?" I asked. Talented as he may be in almost everything he does, makeup? "Yes," he chuckled. "I have been around plenty of women, and I have learned to pay attention. Besides, you know I am an artist in my spare time." "And a good one, but makeup?" I asked. "Trust me," he smiled, seeing the worried look in my eye. "Okay," I said, and took a seat on the stool as I tried to relax. He started with my hair, taking a straightening iron to me. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt him style my hair. Curling it here, straightening it there; and then he put the left overs up in a bun, sliding in a large hair pin to hold it all in place. I've never done this sort of thing to my hair, and he makes it seem so easy. I am still worried about what it will look like, but if doing my hair was so natural for him, maybe he really can do makeup too. I sat back and tried to relax as he started reaching for the makeup bag. He smiled at me, and then simply continued his work. I tried to judge what he was going to do based on what he was using, but I couldn't decide, so I just patiently waited as he applied it. I closed my eyes as he carefully brushed on foundation, and then began applying liner and shadow. He lightly applied mascara, then shaped my brows. It felt more like he was carefully touching up a painting, and less like he was applying clown makeup, so I relaxed a bit. Lastly, he gently and tenderly applied lipstick. When he finished he put everything down and then held out his hand, smiling. "Come, let me show you how beautiful you are," he said. I blushed, took his hand, and followed him into the bathroom. When I looked into the mirror, I blinked to make sure I was actually seeing myself. Most of my blond hair was up in the back, held in by a large black needle with a red dragon on it. Along the sides, a little hung down straight towards my neck, and then my face was framed in with a few long curls. And the makeup—what makeup? Everything looked completely natural. Anything that might have been called a flaw is gone, and everything he added simply emphasizes my natural features. Even my lips looked natural. All of this wrapped in a nice red dress. "Who is she...?" I asked, staring deeply into the mirror. "She," he said, smiling as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck, "is my beautiful and wonderful Eliza, the woman I am taking on a date tonight." "A date?" "Yes, a date," he said. He let go of me and walked back into his bedroom. I followed, watching him pick up a pair of heels. "Take these down stairs. Your bag for tonight is on the table in the lounge. I'll be ready soon, then we are going out." "Really?" I asked. "A date?" "Yes," he smiled, kissing my forehead. "I am taking my woman on a date. Now go wait for me to get dressed." I nodded and took the heels, smiling like an idiot as I walked down stairs. We've gone out together before, but this kind of atmosphere and dress up isn't to go to the movies. This is a real, romantic date. What woman doesn't want a real date with the man she loves? Walking down into the lounge, I smiled as I saw the small bag that matched my dress. I sat down in front of it and put my heels on, then took the bag to look through it while I waited. He had put everything I needed into it. I sat and smiled at how thoroughly he prepared this, looking at the stairs as I waited for him to come down. I almost feel like a high school girl now. A date with my master! Smiling as I heard him walk down the stairs, I looked up and smiled even more brightly. He was dressed up as nicely as I was. Wearing his shined up, black leather dress shoes, black dress slacks, a red silk dress shirt, and a black vest that was tightly buttoned—he looked amazing. Formal, yet somehow casual and relaxed, leaving behind the tie and jacket. He smiled as he walked up to me. "Are you ready, Eliza?" "Yes," I said, smiling broadly. "I'm ready when you are." He held out his hand. I took it, expecting him to lead me out the door, but instead he kissed it softly and gazed up into my eyes. "I promise you, my darling," he said softly, "you will enjoy this night." If it were possible for a human woman to turn into a puddle of happiness and love, that is what those words and that kiss would have done to me. "Yes," I whispered softly. "I know I will." He smiled and held my hand, leading me to and out the door. After locking everything up, he took my hand again and led me to his car, opening the door for me. I got in as eloquently as possible, playing the princess role he has put me in for now. When he closed the door, he came around and got in, starting the car and pulling out of the drive. "Oh," he said as the car pulled into the street. "Darla tried to get a hold of you earlier. I talked to her so she wouldn't be worried." Darla! I completely forgot about my room mate. "What did you say?" I asked, almost worried about the answer. "I told her," he smiled, "that I invited you over after your work finished, gave you a thorough shower and then sensually massaged every corner of your body to relax you; and that you were sleeping like a baby in my bed." "You really told her all of that?" I asked, blushing. "Yes," he said, grinning. "She asked me if I had a brother." "That's so like her," I laughed. "At least she isn't going to report me missing. I completely forgot to tell her that I was coming over." "It's okay. She knows what kind of week you had, and she thanked me for taking care of you." "I should be saying that as well," I said. "Thank you. For everything." He looked at me and smiled, happy for my genuine gratitude. "You should text her or call her while you have a chance," he said. "We'll be there soon." "I will," I smiled, taking my phone out of the bag I had been given. "Thank you." He smiled and continued driving as I pulled up Darla's number, seeing a bunch of messages from her this morning. Her most recent message was, "I talked to your man. Damn!" I grinned and typed in "damn, indeed." Then I typed another message, "we're going on a date! I'm all dressed up and everything." "OMG! Pics! Details!" she responded. I laughed loud enough for master to hear. "She wants pictures of me all dressed up," I said. "That can be arranged," he smiled. I smiled and typed in "not now, silly" and then "we'll talk about it later. I just want to let you know I'm awake, doing well, and won't be home tonight. ;)" ":O" she sent, and I smiled as I read "naughty girl. Have fun, ttyl" "Ttyl!" I sent. When I looked up, we were down town and pulling up in front of one of the most romantic Italian places around here. "This is..." I said, my jaw opening as he parked in front of the valet. "Carmelo's," he said. "You like Italian, and we both like romance. So here we are." "But this place is expensive!" I exclaimed. The atmosphere is great, but it's really not worth the money to me. "If you think the dinner is expensive, don't ask for the receipt for that dress," he said as he chuckled. I was a little concerned now, and he noticed. "Eliza," he said as he looked at me sternly, "my gifts for you are mine to give and take as I please. Tonight, this is my gift. Receive it graciously, and enjoy what I am offering you." I nodded. "Yes, sir." I was still concerned about the dress comment, but he's right. I am his. His to treat as he pleases. If he wants to spoil me tonight, he can and he will. He smiled and got out, walking around the car to open the door for me and taking my hand to help me out. He closed the door behind me, and as I stepped away from the car he turned to the valet. "Excuse me, sir," he said, "but my girlfriend and I would like a picture together." Pulling out his iPhone and holding it out, he asked "would you like to do the honors?" "Of course, sir!" the valet said, taking the phone. Master smiled and nodded, then walked over to me. He placed us under the Carmelo's sign, held me warmly from behind and looked over my shoulder. "Be happy," he said. I'm sure I was smiling like an idiot! The valet took the picture, then master went to take his phone back and passed on the keys to his car. He quickly sent the photo to me in a text before putting his phone away, taking my arm in his, and walking me in the door. As we stepped in, master spoke with the greeter. He had apparently made reservations, and we were led through the restaurant and out onto the patio—arm in arm, my master leading me like a princess. I blushed, but was happy that we turned more than a few heads. I even saw a few guys getting poked and laughed inside. The greeter led us to a small table in the corner of the patio. There were only a couple of other people out there, and back in the corner we were practically alone. I smiled, happy to have this atmosphere, and then as we arrived at our seats master stepped ahead of me and pulled out my chair. As I took my seat and he pushed me in, I was smiling even more broadly. As the greeter left, master asked me, "do you mind if I order for us?" "No," I said, smiling. "Of course I don't." He smiled. When the waitress came to bring water and ask what we would like, master said "we would like two glasses of Pinot Noir, Rigatoni con Pollo, and Lasagna di Manzo," without mispronouncing a single thing. Raising her eyebrow as I raised mine, the waitress said, "you sound like you came prepared." Master smiled at her and said softly, "a gentleman is always prepared for his date, my dear." The young waitress and I both smiled at him, and she said "your dinner will be served soon, then," and walked away. "You really did do your homework," I said. "I did," he smiled. "It was easy, since they have their menu online." "Of course," I giggled. He smiled and we began talking about everything and nothing. How we missed each other all week, how tired I had been, how much I enjoyed my morning treatment. It didn't feel like there was any one topic of conversation. Or if there was, it can only be described as "us." We were in our own little world. Before we knew it, the wine and food came. We both thanked our waitress and quickly returned to our conversation, taking turns between eating while listening to the other talk. Eventually I realized that every time the conversation wandered to him, or to anything else, he always pulled it back to me and to us. He wanted to know how my week had went, how I felt, how I was. We talked about our relationship and our love. I smiled, happy and genuinely enchanted by his ability to even control our conversations even in a situation like this—and not even to his benefit, but to mine, and to our benefit. To intentionally keep us in our own little world during this romantic evening, and to make me feel so, so special. I felt my love for him grow a little deeper. After the food was gone and all we had left was our conversation, he took and paid the bill, and then left a large tip on the table. A very large tip. "Don't think about it," he said, smiling at my expression. I nodded as he pulled out my chair and took my hand, leading me to the front of the restaurant and out the door. The valet brought the car up, and master again opened the door for me. I smiled and got in like a lady, letting him close the door. He generously tipped the valet to thank him for the picture, and then came around, got in, and began driving us home. "So," he said, "what do you think of this Carmelo guy?" "Caramel is cheaper," I said. "And slightly easier to pronounce." "It is," he chuckled, "but caramel doesn't quite have the ambiance of an Italian restaurant." "Yeah, but you can't eat ambiance," I said. "Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "You didn't like the food?" I bit my lip. "It's not that it was bad," I explained, "but I'm not sure it's worth that much money." A Wolfe's Reward "To be more precise," I went on, "it's expensive, and the food is probably average at best—but, I promise you," I looked into his eyes since we were at a stop light, "I will treasure tonight for the rest of my life simply because it was spent with you, and because of everything you have done for me today." He smiled warmly and said softly, "thank you." Leaning back in my char, I blushed at having realized what I said. "We're almost home," he said. "I have one more thing to offer you tonight." I smiled. "More?" "Yes," he said, grinning. "And this late, I'm sure your imagination isn't far off." "I wonder," I said, biting my lip. "My imagination can be quite wild." "Don't I know it," he chuckled. "But don't worry, you'll see soon enough," he said, pulling into his drive way. After parking the car and getting out, he came around and opened my door for me again, taking my hand and helping me to my feet. Keeping my hand in his, he led me to the door, unlocking and opening it with his free hand and then closing it behind us as he led me into and through the house, towards his bedroom. I smiled as he led me towards the bed. "Stand here," he said, stopping me in front of his bed. I stood still and watched him disappear into the bathroom, coming out with wipes to remove my makeup. I smiled and stood as he wiped it all away. Every woman feels prettier with makeup on, but it also feels nice knowing that my master prefers my natural beauty. Taking off all my makeup, he then pulled the pin from my hair, letting it fall down and out of it's place. He stepped away for a moment to toss the wipes and lay the hair pin on his night stand, then returned to fluff my hair down properly. As pretty as I felt before, it is much more comfortable this way. "I'm going to undress you now," he said, looking into my eyes. "My doll." I bit my lip and smiled, watching him kneel down to take off my heels, one and then the other. He rubbed his hands up my legs as he stood, holding my eyes to his gaze the whole time until he stepped behind me and out of my sight. Holding still, I closed my eyes as he unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head, stepping over to his dresser to lay it down neatly. When he returned he unhooked my bra and let it fall, letting it land on the floor in front of me. Leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and spine he kneeled down again, behind me, hooking his fingers into my panties to pull them down and off, tossing them onto the bra. Kissing my hips, he unfastened my garter belt and pulled one stocking down slowly, erotically, rubbing my leg and then my foot teasingly as he slid it down and off—and then he did the same to the other leg, leaving me in only my garter belt. But it didn't last long either. He slid it down my legs just as slowly and teasingly as he had my stockings, kissing my hips and lower back as he did. As he stood, he kissed and rubbed his hands up my body, taking my ear into his mouth as he held me warmly. "Now you are ready for me, my pet," he whispered in my ears. "Yes, master," I replied. "I am always ready for you." I gasped as he suddenly lifted me into a princess hold, carrying me the few steps to his bed and laying me down gently. "Yes, you are," he said, smiling and gazing into my eyes. "Wait for me," he said as he stepped away to undress. I laid back and watched him closely as he stepped over to his closet, kicking off his shoes in their proper place and taking off his vest. He laid the vest down, then took of his silk red shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and teasingly. He knew I was watching and was putting on a show for me. With his shirt off, he put it next to the vest and removed his belt, hanging it in its proper place before he opened his dress pants and pushed them down slowly—bending over, pointing his ass at me in a relaxed and sensual movement. Even in boxers, his ass is wonderful. I wanted to bite it. After laying his pants on the pile, he pulled his under shirt off slowly and teasingly, revealing the wolf inked into his back—it's deep gaze staring at me as I watch my master undress for me. I almost got lost in his tattoo and missed him place his under shirt on the pile, so I watched as he bent over and pushed his boxers down his legs, revealing to me his sexy little ass and the shadow of his wonderful cock. He tossed his boxers on the pile and then stood on one leg, pulling off a sock, and then the other leg as he pulled off his last stitch of clothing. Finally, as bare as I nearly was laying here in only a chain, he gathered up his clothes and then my lingerie and carried them to the hamper in his bathroom. I stared as he walked back in, his cock hard and ready for me, bouncing happily as he smiled and approached me. It's not a huge cock. About seven inches long and six in diameter, it's probably average at best. I have certainly seen much bigger, as well as much smaller, but they don't matter—this one is the one that pleases me most. This one is the one that I worship. This is my masters cock. Walking to the end of the bed, he crawled onto it and up towards me. I smiled and bit my lip as he kissed his way up my legs, moving from one to the other, all the way up to my inner thighs. "Tonight," he said, kissing my pussy lips lightly, "I am going to pleasure the woman I love." "Yesss, please, my master!" I moaned out and bit my lip, spreading my legs wide for him. He smiled and began showering me with kisses, brushing his lips against every piece of flesh he could reach that wasn't part of my pussy. I moaned and squirmed, doing my best to hold my eyes to his, watching him as he teased me and pleasured me. I bit my lip hard and struggled to not jump as his tongue finally brushed against my pussy, sliding lightly between my damp slit. He softly, teasingly made laps up and down, avoiding my clitoris with each pass until I was squirming uncontrollably, moaning and whining for more. "Please, master," I moaned. "Please give me more!" I felt his cheeks move against my thighs as he smiled, finally passing his tongue over my clitoris. "Yesss," I moaned, lifting my hips. A shiver echoed through my body as I felt his teeth clamp down around my clitoris, holding it in place as he began flicking his tongue over the tip. Oh my. "Oh lord yes!" I moaned, feeling his teeth grind gently into my sensitive nub as his tongue outright attacked it. I could feel myself building quickly, then I felt him smile again as he slid his right middle and ring finger deep into my pussy, slowly and softly. "Oh master," I said with a strained voice, "I'm going to cum soon." "I know," he said, taking his lips off of me only for a moment. "Come for me. Come as much as you can. Don't hold back at all tonight," he commanded, and then clamped down on my clitoris again, pressing his fingers even deeper. "Yesss, master!" I moaned, feeling his tongue flick against my clitoris in one direction and then another—up and down, side to side, flicking against the tip of my hard little nub as fast as he could. Oh my. I tried to focus on my breath, I tried to make the pleasure last longer—but then I felt his fingers reach my g-spot, and he began tapping against it lightly with one finger and then another. Nibbling on my clitoris with his teeth, ravishing it with his tongue, and now drumming my g-spot with his fingers... "Oh... fuck!" I half moaned, half squealed as I lost control of my body. All I could do was relax and ride the waves he had thrown me into as he continued pushing my buttons, pushing me higher and higher, changing his intensity as I began to come down and then pushing my orgasm even further. It felt like it would never end until I collapsed, panting, realizing he had stopped and was teasingly kissing me again. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, just breathing as the world spun around me. When I felt able, I looked down at him, seeing him smile through a dripping wet face as he licked his lips. "Did you have fun trying to drown me?" he asked "Yes," I said as I smiled and bit my lip. "Almost as much fun as you had trying to drown." He chuckled and began kissing his way up my body, trailing up my abdomen and between my breasts, up my neck and to my lips as he kissed me deeply and softly. I moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue. "I," he said, kissing me again between each of his words, "am going to make love to you now." I smiled. We have sex often, and that's besides all of the scenes we enjoy. But this is special. "Please," I said, smiling broadly. "Make me one with the man I love." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me warmly as he slid his warmth deep into my well prepared pussy. The perfect size to fill me perfectly. "As you wish," he spoke softly, leaning in to kiss me, "my love." I smiled, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he held me, moving his hips slowly with our lips tightly locked. No rush, no focus on on lust and the sensations—just warmth. Feeling each others warmth, being close, being connected. There's no telling how long we stayed like that, moving in a slow and natural pace. We were both lost in each other, feeling each other. A depth of intimacy and emotional oneness that knows no words. Eventually I started moaning more, feeling my climax build in spite of my desire to simply be like this forever. He broke our deep kiss and ran his fingers through my hair, moving his hips in the same steady pace he had kept as he looked deep into my eyes. "Come for me, Eliza," he whispered. "Come with me as I fill you and mark you as mine." My body shuddered from the heat of his gaze and the intensity of his words, and my body began rolling into an orgasm on its own—obeying its owners command. "Yesss, masterrr!" I moaned, feeling my orgasm completely over take me while feeling his cock throb inside me—his own orgasm taking over as he pressed himself deep inside me, holding me close and kissing me as we came together. He held me, kissing me softly and lovingly as he held himself as deep inside of me as he could, simply enjoying the warmth of our connection as I did myself. I held him and rubbed his back, returning each kiss with one of my own, with just as much love. When our breathing settled, he held me tighter, rolling onto his back as he pulled me on top of him—keeping his cock deep inside of me, having barely softened. Laying on top of him now, I smiled and brushed the hair out of his face, kissing him gently. "That was wonderful," I said softly. "It was intended to be," he said. I smiled and laid down, relaxing on top of him and nuzzling my cheek against his. "Thank you, my wonderful master." "You're welcome, my wonderful pet." "Master?" I said softly. "Yes?" "I'm sleepy again," I said, my eyes closed and my face nuzzled into his neck. He smiled and nuzzled his cheek against mine, rubbing my back gently. "Sleep in my arms, my sweet Eliza. Be mine, full of my warmth, and dream of my love for you." "Yes," I smiled. "Thank you, my master. I love you." "Sweet dreams, my pet," he said softly, rubbing my back lightly. "I love you, too." As I drifted into sleep for the second time today, my last thoughts were about how much I love my wonderful master—and how completely safe and loved I always feel falling asleep in his warm arms, and with his cock buried inside of me.