0 comments/ 11213 views/ 0 favorites Third Time's A Charm By: ANCILLA "Good afternoon, Ms. Chippendale, it's nice to have you back as our guest again." "Hello, I'm glad to be back." "Would you prefer your usual room down at the far end of the first floor?" "Yes, if it's available, I forgot to make reservations this time." "It is, and there's no need to go through the hassle of checking in; if you like, we can just use the card that you have on file here." "Great! Thanks. That's very kind of you." "Not a problem for you, Ms. Chippendale. I see on your file that you like maid service every other day before lunchtime?" "O yes, please, and thanks for asking." "We like to make our guests as comfortable as possible, Ms. Chippendale." "Well, you certainly do a good job of it." "Thank you. And we'll have a bottle of Posser's Dark Rum delivered as soon as possible, here are your two keycards. Oh, would you like some coke with that rum?" "O yes, thanks, what would I do without you, Tom?" "Hopefully, you'll never have to find out, Ms. Chippendale." "I do like this place...Oh, I wont be needing two keys, Mr. Holbrook will be picking up the other one." "Very good, Ms. Chippendale, it'll be here at the front desk waiting for him." "Jason, please go to the bar and pick up a bottle of Posser's Dark Rum and deliver it to Ms. Chippendale's room." Jason is an errand boy at the hotel, and has worked there for close to five years, I've been told. He's not exactly mentally retarded, but has a learning disability, and is slow, but a hard worker and he happens to be gorgeous. He resembles a young Sidney Poitier and looks to be about 25 years old. "Yessir, Posser's Dark...er..Coke?" "No, Jason. Posser's Dark Rum and a 2 litre bottle of Coke." "Oh. Ok." "Posser's dark, bottle of Coke, Posser's Dark, bottle of Coke..." Steve repeats the order as he shuffles down the hall towards the bar. Upon entering my room, I quickly check under the two queen size beds, confirming that there are regular metal frames, not those silly boxes that they use under the king size beds. The sight of those frames release a bouquet of butterflies free in my belly. After swiftly unpacking, hanging my dresses and setting out my toiletries, I pick up the phone, eager to hear His voice. Damn! No outside line! I dial 0. "Front desk, how may I help you?" "Could you please turn my phone on?" "Ms. Chippendale! I apologise, I should have had it turned on, I'll do that right away." "Thank you." "The rum will be delivered shortly, and it's on the house for the phone trouble." "Why, thank you, Tom. That's very kind of you." "We aim to please." And please they do, they're fantastic. Dialing again, I impatiently wait for Him to pick up. "Hello." God, that voice! I squirm just hearing it. "I'm here." "Same room." "Yes, Sir." OOoo...I'm getting wet. "The key is at the front desk?" "Yes." "Get ready. I'll be there in a little while." I race down the hall to get ice, race back to my room and strip while the tub fills with warm water. I grab my shaving creme and razor, set it on the edge of the tub, cram my dirty clothes in a bag in the closet, and step into the water, sinking down and sighing deeply. My body is electrified, I can actually see ripples in the water as I try to relax, unsuccessfully. I'm way too excited. I need this so badly; I need Him so badly. When we first hooked up online, I had no idea how submissive I actually I was until He coaxed it out of me, bit by bit, day by day. I ate it up, and it melted inside me like cotton candy in the sun. He recognised what I needed, and offered it to me on a silver platter. It was getting harder and harder to keep my feelings in check. I had no idea how He felt about me, but sometimes, when he looks at me, I see tenderness, I see His needs. I see desire and a little bit of trepidation. Sometimes, when I'm on my knees before Him, or simply saying "Yes, Sir" to Him, I see deep satisfaction. He is pleased, and that pleases me. He pleases me. Reluctantly, pulling myself out of my reverie, I shave my legs, twice, lather up and rinse, twice, run my exfoliating sponge all over my body, twice. I stand, let the water out of the tub and turn on the shower to do my hair and rinse off again. After patting myself lightly with one of the hotels oversized soft fluffy towels, I hang it up to dry and scrub my face at the sink until it's shining and brush my teeth, apply deodorant, then a spritz of perfume in all the important places. As I run a comb through my hair, I hear a noise. OHMYGOD! He's here, and I'm not ready! Shit shit shit! I'm just skidding to my knees a few feet in front of the door as I hear a soft knock and the door opening. My eyes are lowered and I'm shaking, terrified that I'm not ready for Him yet. Not that he'd get angry. He's a kind Man, which just makes me want to please Him more. Silence. Then I hear a soft intake of breath as my mouth curves into a small smile. He's pleased. Good. Muffled footsteps approach me...no, wait. Those are not even footsteps, it's more like a...SHUFFLE! Oh, no! It's Jason! I look up at him and the whites of his eyes are glowing like phosphorous on the ocean late at midnight. Dammit! Attempting to regain a semblance of dignity, I casually say, "Oh, hello Jason. I...I was just looking for a...an earring I lost." Vaguely, I allow my eyes to scan the carpet in search of the phantom earring. Slowly, I do a kind of back-crawl towards the bathroom while Jason just stands there gaping, holding the rum and a bottle of Coke. I back into the bathroom and close the door halfway, snatching the wet towel and wrapping myself in it. "Let me help you look, Missy." He places the bottles on the side table and starts to get on his knees. "NO! Er...no, thanks, Jason. I just found it in the bathroom," I tell him, exiting the bathroom as though it were the most natural thing in the world to be standing there in a wet towel. "Yes, Ma'am. Will you be needing anything else?" "No, no thank you." "Yes, Ma'am." Why is he not leaving? Why won't he quit staring? Oh shit! Edging past him, I reach into my purse and grab a couple of one dollar bills and hold them out to him and His large hand slowly reaches out, his eyes boring into mine the entire time. He receives the tip and stands there, his inky eyes travelling down my body, taking in my wet curling hair, my cleavage, the wet towel, my smooth legs. My voice, a couple octaves higher now masking my impatience, breaks the silence. "Here you go. That'll be all, bye now." "Yes, Missy." And after what seems like an eternity, he turns and shuffles to the door, closing it softly behind him. I have to get in gear, Jason wasted a lot of precious time. I apply a small amount of make up, and finger curl my almost dry hair. Feeling presentable, I pad to my suitcase and pull out the small silver tray I brought with me. After mixing a drink for Him, sans ice for now, I roll a doobie, and place both on the tray which is on the table near the door. Looking around the room, checking to see if there's anything I forgot, my knees begin to wobble. That episode with Jason shook me up. I quickly down the warm drink, shudder, and replace it with a fresh one in a clean glass. God, I need a cigarette. Rushing to the dresser, I whip out a few small richly scented candles, place them strategically around the room, light them and pad to the bathroom reaching for the switch to the exhaust fan as I light my smoke. Ahhh, that tastes good, I really need to quit. Later, I tell myself...later for sure. My eyes close for a moment as I lean against the vanity, my body trying to relax, which is impossible at this point. My towel falls off so I go ahead and hang it up to dry and nervously begin to rearrange my toiletries on the vanity. As I peer into the mirror I remember that I wanted to have music this time. Moving to the CD player, I insert a nice soft Chopin. Piano wafts through the air mingling with the jasmine scented candles and begins to soothe my nerves. Music touches my soul and it always relaxes me. This is nice, He'll be pleased. After I add ice to His drink, I kneel, assume the position, and suddenly remember. THE MASK! Where is it? Wildly, I look around the room. Where did I put it, dammit? The suitcase, I left it in the suitcase! Quickly retrieving it, I kneel for the third time three feet from the door and tie it on, making sure I can't see. Perfect timing, I hear His key in the slot outside the door. My heart begins to pound as I hear the door open, then close softly. Trembling, I feel my juices begin to flow as I feel His presence in the room. I smile to myself as my hands on my knees, palms up, begin to sweat. My lowered head and eyes remain fixed. He's here. My Master is here. I am so excited, so very horny, that my wetness trickles down the inside of my thighs. My blood is a tornado of hot and cold in my veins as I feel His body heat permeate the air. A soft swoosh of air wafts past me, muffled heavy footfalls on the carpet move past me and not a word is exchanged. I wait...and wait. A hand grabs my hair from behind and my head is yanked back as soft full lips cover mine. I can't help it, a soft moan escapes my open mouth as I receive this long awaited kiss. Offering my entire being to Him, I kiss Him back never wanting it to end and as He pulls away my head involuntarily moves closer, silently begging Him not to stop. His hand twists my hair tightly rightening my head, then lingers a moment, smoothing my hair. Darkness. Stillness. Anticipation. More wetness trickles down my thighs. The door opens again and I hear a kind of quick muffled sound near the bathroom and it's door is firmly closed, along with the door to the room. What's going on? The music is turned up louder now and the air cools noticeably. He must've turned down the AC. Now all I can hear is Chopin and a few rustling sounds. My legs begin to ache and pressure begins to build up in my lower back in anticipation of....OWWWW! Hard fingers squeeze the sides of my jawline, forcing my mouth open and a ball of some sort is placed in my mouth, and attached at the back of my head by straps. Next, He fastens my collar around my neck and I smile as best as I can around the gag. The collar means a lot to me, and He knows it, He knows me very well. Probably better than I do myself. A huge sigh escapes through my nose and the body breezes stop beside me as He grabs my left arm to help me stand. My legs are almost asleep and I'm happy that He's got my right arm as well. Two hands on each arm pull me up. Wait. TWO SETS??? Oh my God! Someone is with him. He's brought someone else. Oh, no...oh, no. My head drops to my chin in humiliation. To Be Continued... Third Time's A Charm Ch. 2 A reassuring squeeze on my right arm tells me that the other set of hands belong to Mike, His friend and business partner. Mike's a nice guy, and fun to be around, but doesn't fully comprehend the depth of a D/s relationship. He does like to play, though, and gives it all he's got. On my previous visit, Master introduced me to the fine art of sharing, but that's another story. The hands guide me across the room, one curling around the back of my neck, one pulling the lead He attached, one on my arm and the other alternating between feeling my slit from behind and slapping my ass. The hand on my ass slides between my legs, feeling my telltale wetness and a finger slips inside me slowly, easily, O God, so very slowly that I have to stop my tentative steps because my legs feel weak. A hard yank on my lead gets me moving again and I almost stumble until my thighs bump up against the edge of the desk, and I am released to stand alone. The air cools noticeably...Damn! I forgot to turn down the AC. Wide cuffs are attached to my wrists and ankles and my head is jerked back again as a mouth, my Master's mouth invades my neck, kissing, licking, sucking, biting like a stallion over a mare. I am pushed face down over the desk and my arms are pulled tight until only my toes can touch the floor and tied tight, along with my ankles to the legs of the desk. Ok...been here...done this...I know what's coming and I try to relax, wondering who's going to go first. I wait...and wait...I wiggle my ass a bit to remind them that I'm here and to please start. I need to get fucked! Come on! What are they doing??? The side of my face is sticking to the desk already! As I slowly lift my head to peel it away from the smooth surface, the music lowers and I hear them behind me, talking about business. Wait just a minute here! I need...what's that noise? A lighter. The sweet smell of pot permeates the air and I breathe deeply, hoping I'll get a hit. I hear the sound if ice tinkling in glasses. "kitten..." My head stills, as I listen intently. "kitten looks good like that, doesn't she?" "She sure does." Yes, it's definitely Mike. "And I'll bet she'd like some of this." "In a minute, Mike. I just want to watch her for a bit." My ass wiggles at Him, asking for a hit. Please! 'Pfffffftttt....'ere." "Mike, look at her pussy. It's dripping." God! I can't close my legs at all! I didn't realize they could see it so well. "This is good stuff, can I give her a hit?" "She can wait." And they proceed to spend a few minutes discussing business while I drip for them. I can feel my juices run down my inner thigh and I want to wipe it away, it tickles, but my hands are tied securely. Knowing that they're looking at my pussy from behind only makes it drip more. It's humiliating, yet...erotic. The odor in the room invades my senses and I lay my head back down. Dammit! I want some! My ass wiggles again and this causes Master to let out a loud laugh. "Patience, My kitten, don't worry. You'll get some. Mike, go give her a hit." Smoke billows around my nose and I inhale as deeply as I can, wanting more. MMMMmmmm, I feel my body and mind relax after a couple of hits and I let go. My mind is drifting, waiting, wanting...SMACK! Shit! I wasn't expecting such a sting, that hurt dammit! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! OWWWWWW!! What the hell is he using? A belt? O. It's beginning to...feel...kind of...good. SMACK! Ouch! But mmm. "Jesus Christ! You're gonna hurt her!" "She loves it...watch this..." Master stops smacking my burning ass and i poise myself for another, silent, still, waiting. Nothing. Wiggling my ass frantically, I beg for more. Nothing. "Mmmmphhhh!!" "See? She wants more." SMACK! Damn! I don't know what He's using this time, but it burns far more than anything else He's used in the past. Burns good...SMACK! Ahhh...my ass stops wiggling and my head relaxes on the desk, my body and mind reveling in the pleasure/pain He is giving me. His fingers snake between my legs, dipping into the slew of juices dripping from my cunt, sliding around my clit. OOOO God! I LOVE that! MMM...let me cum...oh...there...don't stop! The pressure builds as my clit swells and begins to twitch under His expert fingers. I God! I'm gomma cum, my mind screams as my legs tense. Ah...ah...and He stops. My head rears back in frustration as the orgasm slips away. I try desperately to pull my arms away, anything to finish me off, but they're tied too tight and won't budge. "MMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!" I wiggle my ass furiously. LET ME CUMMMM MASTERRR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE my ass screams at Him. And I hear Him sit again next to Mike. HE IS SITTING DOWN! DAMMIT! HOW DARE HE! In my frustration, my head slams against the desk. "Jesus! Is she ok?" Mike asks. "kitten wants to scene in a bad way, Mike. She wants to go further and she wants Me to test her limits. This is what she wants, to go to the edge and back." "Cool! Can I do that?" I hear rustling. "Sit down, Mike. She needs to learn that there's more to this than cumming constantly. She needs to learn about control, and who has it. She'll cum when and how I say. Watch her ass wiggle, she wants it so bad." I do I do I do!! "But..." "Mike, watch and learn Buddy. Let's see what she does when I do this." The scent of my jasmine candles wafts precariously close to my nostrils. Uh...what's He up to? Drip...drip...O GOD! Fingers slipping inside me again! O GOD! I can't stand this! I try to fuck His fingers and He laughs that evil, SEXY laugh. "Look!" Says Mike. "She LOVES it!" Drip...drip...oh...His fingers are touching my magic spot, rubbing...drip...drip...drip...I can't control the reaction, and as His fingers feel the first convulsions He removes them instantly. Drip...drip...FINE! Drip me to death! JUST LET ME CUMMMMMMM!! PLEASE! "Mike, hand me that whip, will you?" WHIP? What whip? I thought we agreed no whip... Fingers back inside brushing against that spot...ok...ok...almost there, please don't stop! Just a little more...ahh...and they're gone again. My quivering flesh is electric to the touch and as the whip connects with it, I scream through my gag. This is way too much! I can't take this! Help! Mike, stop Him! Shit! My mind races frantically, searching for a way out of this! I can't use my safeword...wait! He was supposed to hand me keys to drop instead! Why didn't He give me the Gooddam keys?? Whipping my ass and legs, Master builds up a rhythm of stinging burning ecstasy that thunders through my entire being. Ok... You can stop now. You've made Your point. It's really beginning to hurt now. And He doesn't stop. My mind begins to float away, through the agony of lust it wanders, and now all i feel is a certain rhythmic pressure on my ass and thighs combined with little electrical jolts throughout my body. I'm floating, looking down at my Master whipping me as I'm tied to a desk. My ass is glowing red and my body is limp save for the little jumps it makes with each connection. "Who are you?' I open my eyes and I'm tied to the bed on my back, spread eagled. How'd I get here? Owww, my ass burns! A hand grabs my throat and squeezes. "WHO ARE YOU." As i focus, realizing that my mask is gone, I see Master leaning over me and it's His hand around my neck. My gag is gone, too. Where did it go??? When did all this happen? Squeezing tighter now, the fingers are digging into my flesh as I try to remember who I am. "kit...kitten..." The hand lets up a little. "What are you." I'm on fire, I'm thirsty, I'm scared, that's what I am! My eyes slide away searching for the answer and the pressure builds again on my throat. "Slut..." Whispering now. "What are you here for." "P...pleasure...' "Pleasure what." "I'm here for your pleasure, Master." The words come automatically now, by rote. Noises from the bathroom distract me and the hand lets go. What is that? It must be Mike, but why's he making all that noise? My eyes fly to Master's and I see something I've never seem before. Raw, primal animalistic lust radiates from His eyes. Unforgiving power permeates the air as I hear a loud click and something sharp is pressed against my throat. It presses into my flesh, stinging. "kitten, I'm going to take you places you've never even dreamed of before." "M...Master..." The blade presses deeper. My eyes bulge in terror. What's he talking about? Tears escape and trickle down the side of my head. Why is he doing this? I never wanted this! He pulls the knife away and gently slides his hand behind ny head, lifting it for a sip of water. Hot and cold. He's running hot and cold and so is my blood. He's scaring me. I try to ask him why but as soon as I open my mouth the gag is replaced and he moves to the foot of the bed. I know he can smelll my fear and excitement and as i think that thought he dips his head between my outstretched legs and takes a long slow lick up my pussy, lingering at the top of my clit. He catches it between his teeth and bites down gently then circles it with his tongue until I think I'll go out of my mind. Slowly, slowly circling...O GOD its cumming! And again he stops, stares right into my eyes and says, "Open the door Mike. kitten, you've met Dutch," and my watering stinging eyes look to the bathroom door as a huge Chocolate Lab walks out, up to his Master. to be continued... Third Times A Charm; Conclusion A dog? I blink in disbelief. A DOG? No...no no no no...I thought I told Him.... My head thrashes from left to right as I try to convey to Him my fear. I catch a flicker in His eyes as he removes the gag and stares at me. "MERCY. MERCY. MERCY..." The safeword erupts none too quickly from my parched mouth. My legs tremble spontaneously. My eyes flit from Master to Mike, from Mike to the dog, back to Master so fast they're almost spinning out of control. What have I done? I've got to get out of here NOW, I think to myself, tugging frantically on my restraints. Master sighs deeply, although I think I can detect a slight twitching of his lips. "No? You sure?" His eyes move to the dog, "Dutch, look at this, boy, you want a taste?" He allows the dog to come closer and it sniffs at my pussy, straining against the lead He's holding tightly to. "MERCYMERCYMERCY!! Please, please don't do this, Master! O please! O my God! He's gonna GET me! Master! Master! NO! NO! Please! O mercy! Mercy!" I'm babbling out of fear, screaming out whatever comes to mind, I'm so scared. As a child, I'd been badly bitten by a large collie on the right shoulder. Luckily, the physical scars that remained were only thin whitish lines now, but the episode had left such a brand on my mind that every time I saw a large dog, any dog really, I did everything possible to avoid it. They terrified me. Through His outwardly cavalier attitude I can see surprise at my terror. My Master is a good man with strong character and though He would never intentionally hurt me, He does like to scare me sometimes to enhance our time together. He told me he was going to push my envelope. so to speak, but I can see that this really threw Him, as it did me. "Mike, take Dutch to my house, I'll call you later." "Is she ok?" Mike stares at me, frozen. "Are you ok?" His head thaws suddenly and swings to Master. "Is she ok?" His mouth is open. "She'll be fine, just get the dog out of here." He looks at me curiously for a moment, then walks Mike and the dog to the door. They speak for a few moments and the door closes behind them. My chest is still heaving, a sheen of perspiration shining across it. My legs have calmed somewhat, but are still shaking a little. Master goes straight into the bathroom and turns on the water in the tub, then approaches me, cautiously it seems, and releases my arms and legs. His warm hands uncuff my ice cold ones, and He rubs each one between His for a time to bring back circulation. His eyes are fixed on our hands, avoiding my gaze. He's speechless, I know. So am I. He stands, takes my hand and leads me to the steaming bath water where He helps me in and I sit, take a deep quivering breath and lie back. I smile a tiny wobbly smile. He added bubbles. I can't believe what just happened. I can't believe I freaked out like that. I can't believe I didn't tell Him of my fear considering the fact that I've told Him almost everything else about myself. Breathing a bit easier now, I allow my mind to go blank, to recoup. I splash warm water on my aching muscles, my legs, my belly, my breasts. I feel like an id ten t file. An idiot. I didn't have to go into a complete panic. He probably wouldn't have gone through with it. But why did He go to all that trouble if He wasen't? WAS He??? Would He have? I shake my head a little watching goose bumps appear on my skin. I feel indignent, offended. He scared the SHIT out of me! But, really, I ask myself, isn't that kind of why you're here? O God. Please don't let me answer myself. Then I'll really be in trouble! I answer anyway, sneering at myself. You know why you're here! You know you're sub and for now, that's it. Drop it. Shit happens. You know he's a good, sane Man. A bit twisted, but isn't that a good thing? He is a good guy. I really like Him. A relationship such as ours is unlike any I have encountered, not that there have been many others, but a phenomenal amount of trust is imperative. I have done things with this Man that have never even entered my mind in the past (well, not admittedly) and he has risen to the occasions with aplomb in more ways than one. He pays close attention. He provides me with what I need and want, and I hope I do the same for Him although He never really tells me if I do or not. Once, he told me, "I told you I thought I was lucky to have found you..." But isn't that a little bit like saying, "But, Honey, I fucked you last month. You mean you want to do it AGAIN???" Sometimes I wonder if that's a Dom thing or a personal trait. Gonna HAVE to get hold of that TopDom manual somewhere. O God! What if I scared Him away? I sit up and listen closely hoping He's not ten blocks away, running for His life, cell phone in hand, calling Bellevue or something. Hearing the TV going and the now familiar rustle of the potato chip bag, I sink back. How can He eat at a time like this? Don't answer. Mmkay. Just get out and dry off, and act as though nothing out of the ordinary happened. I need to get home anyway. Sigh. I stretch out in the tub flat on my back, knees up, wetting my hair. Reaching for my travel size bottle of shampoo, I chuckle. He does keep things rolling, I'll have to give Him that. Just go with it and shut up. Mmkay. Squeezing the bottle over my palm, I wait for the shampoo to pour out. Nothing happens. I shake the bottle and look suspiciously at the clouds of bubbles growing dangerously close to the edge of the tub as the hot water (thank God for hotel sized water heaters) flows from the tap. Bringing the small bottle close to my eye, I peer into it. It's completely empty. "You USED all my shampoo!" "Huh?" He looks up at me, potato chip in midair. He sets the chip down and rises. Now I'm glaring up at Him. "Dammit, I wanted to wash my hair! You TOOK my shampoo and used it for BUBBLES when I NEEDED it for my HAIR!" His eyes narrow. O those blue eyes. I could swim for days in those twin oceans of color. My twitching pussy agrees wholeheartedly. "Excuse me?" His narrowed eyes travel lazily from my dripping tangled hair to my water beaded body draped loosely in a towel, to the guilty bubbles adorning my wrinkly waterlogged toes. "Did you say something?" My strong resolve to let Him have it begins to whither as His voice penetrates my brain. "I said, You used ...." "I heard what you said. Now what's your point?" He pulls the towel from my body effortlessly before I can grab at it, turns me around and begins to pat my back dry. "I said...er..." "Mhmm?" The towel is thrown over my head and He begins to rub it all over, scrubbing the water from my hair vigorously as if I were a child. Now how in the hell am I supposed to talk when my head is being wiggled and wobbled all over the place? Fuming, I snatch the towel from my head and scowl up at Him towering over me. I have to move the hair out of my eyes and I know, I just KNOW I look like a fool. A strand of hair keeps falling in front of my eyes and I have to go "PFFFTTTTTTT" with my breath to blow it away. He's never seen me like this. Fresh from the shower, no makeup, no nothing. Of course He's seen me totally nude countless times but somehow this is different. I can't read His eyes as they penetrate mine. What's He thinking? Unable to endure His scrutiny a moment longer, I turn to go back into the bathroom. Two, three, four steps away. "kitten." Immediately my muscles tense. He's good. I freeze, my back to Him, fighting the rush of excitement that instantly occurs deep in the pit of my belly. A warning in His voice now, "kitten." I turn to face Him but remain in my place, eyes lowered. Everytime I hear that it sends jolts through me. and I shiver visibly in the air conditioning. "Do not EVER walk away from Me." Dammit!! Have I given Him such power that He is able to turn me into a different person with a simple word? I realize exactly how well He's taught me. Am I really a different person or am I simply allowing my true nature to appear when He speaks? And I walk toward Him, still unsure of where things stand between us, hoping nothing's changed. Taking me by the shoulders, He speaks to me. "you're leaving in the morning. Let's go have a nice quiet dinner." Walking to the closet, he peruses the two or three dresses hanging there, chooses His favorite, the denim one with snaps all the way down the front. "Get ready. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes out front. Be waiting." He tosses the dress on the bed and walks out. Preparing myself for dinner i'm guessing He's a little pissed at me, but wants our last (forever?) night to be nice. He pulls into the darkened parking lot of a restaurant, puts the car in park and turns off the engine, leaving the keys dangling. "Unzip Me." Reaching for the door handle, I do a double take. "Huh?" Did he just say what I thought he said? He looks straight ahead, silent, and locks the doors with the master switch. Scooching over closer to Him, I shakily unzip His pants and pull His hardening cock out as He raises the steering wheel. What, does he want a final farewell? A last hurrah? Fine. I'll show Him just what he's going to be missing. Somehow I still have it in my head that He's disgusted with me about the dog. I turn onto my stomach and stretch across the front seat, my legs bent at the knees and take His half-hard cock deep into my mouth, sucking Him to peak hardness. When he's fully erect, I can't take Him completely into my mouth and I back off a bit, wrapping my fingers around the base of His shaft, sucking Him, I think, into oblivion. Up and down building a nice easy rhythm, sucking on the way out, squeezing with my fingers, long and slow. After about fifteen minutes of this, strong hands mold themselves to the back of my head, shoving my face down hard on His massive cock, forcing it to the back of my throat and beyond. A gagging sound erupts loudly, and my breathing is suddenly cut off completely. He holds my head down for almost a full minute before releasing me a bit, just enough to take another breath around His cock. My lips open wide, my teeth hold it loosely between them as I struggle for air, pushing my head up against His unrelenting hands. Two intakes later my head is again rammed down onto His cock, and breath explodes from my nostrils. "Suck Me." It sounds as though He's gritting His teeth as He speaks. He pushes my head only three-fourths of the way down on it now, and I suck on it furiously, praying he'll let me go soon. Little sounds come from my throat as I work His cock, I am unable to control the growing excitement inside even though His hands are in total control of the situation. I'm pissed, but I'm not; I'm scared, but excited; my feelings are hurt, but my pussy is wet. I can feel Him growing even harder inside my mouth and I can taste His salty precum oozing freely now. He rams my head down once more onto His throbbing erection, His legs tensing under me. His cock is deeply embedded in my throat, and I'm afraid I'm going to throw up as I gag against it. I don't have time to think about it, I'm just trying to breathe. My hand reaches for Him blindly, catching the front of His shirt. Grabbing a handful of black silk, I pull frantically at it, tugging hard and His hand presses hard against mine holding it flat against His chest. His other hand releases it's heavy hold on my head a bit, allowing me another precious breath of air. Only one this time, and my head is pushed back down once more as my eyes begin to water freely and my nose begins to run. Just as I think I'm going to pass out, He shoots a load of creamy hot cum into the back of my throat and His hand lets go of my head. I can feel His heart pounding under our hands on His chest, and my head shoots up as I gasp for breath. "Zip Me." "No....Sir." This elicits a loud laugh and I stare at Him, amazed at His crudeness, tears streaming down my face, several curses flowing freely through my mind at Him. Grabbing my hand, He holds it tightly, squeezing until i can actually see it turning blue. I zip Him. He turns to face me draping His arm across the back of the seat. I scooch further away from Him, hugging the door. "kitten...." "DON'T call me that! I AM NOT Your kitten!" His draped hand touches my shoulder and I draw away further, my hand feeling for the door handle. He waits. He looks at me. His eyes soften. "Are you finished?" I'm so mad now I can only sputter in fury at His question. If He DOESN'T shut up soon... Quietly, so quietly that I have to sit totally still and slow my angry breath in order to hear Him, He speaks. "You've done exceptionally well. The difference between your first visit and this one is staggering. I had no idea when we first met that you were this sub. But you also have a mind of your own. You're a strong girl. When you need to say something, you say it at the appropriate time, for the most part." He lowers His head and chuckles at this. I stare at Him suspiciously, not sure exactly where He's going with this. "If I'd wanted a doormat, I could have found one easily. And a lot closer, too!" He looks at me and smiles. I'm sniffling, listening, and He reaches across me to the glove compartment from which He removes a small box of tissues. He removes a couple from the box and leans closer to wipe my eyes and upper lip. "I feel lucky to have found you, you're a strong girl and I respect that. I admire it. I had to see how far you could go." He looks directly at me, watching as a convoluted jumble of emotions flash across my face. I decide to let them go and see where this road takes us, and I lower my eyes in compliance. He starts the car at the exact time I say, "I can't go in there." We both laugh a little at that, and He drives back to the hotel where He makes love to me, sweetly. As I'm nodding off to sleep I hear Him whisper, "Night, MY kitten."