Blake settled into the car that was taking him back to the house and picked up his phone to talk to Stacy. It was after five already. He couldn’t return to New York that day again. One of his business buddies, Mat, had called him up in the afternoon to find out if he was still in town. When he said yes, Mat told him he wanted him to meet someone for a late lunch later in the day.
“Hey, dear,” she answered the call. “Hey dear,” she answered.
He asked about her well-being and that of Jayce. Stacy was too impatient to talk to him for too long. She said she was getting ready to go out with her friends for drinks.
He slumped back on the seat, “okay, okay. I will call you later then.”
“Yeah, talk to you later,” she said to end the call, and she dropped the phone on the nightstand.
Stacy, who was naked all the white she was talking to her husband, went to her dressing table and applied perfume oil to her pulse points exactly the way her master instructed her to do. She then put on a Gucci trench coat.
Her phone rang on the nightstand again. She quickly picked up her phone. It was Jake, her immediate boss in the office, the VP marketing, who was calling her.
She swallowed and swiped a finger across the phone screen. “Sir.”
“Are you dressed the way I asked you to?” His voice rumbled. “Nothing under your trench coat.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her heart racing for what was to come.
“I want you bare, baby.”
“Yes, that’s how I am, sir.”
“My driver is outside your gate waiting for you.”
“Yes, sir,” her body shivered. “Yes, Master.”
“Yeah, baby. See you soon. You can’t imagine how hard I am right now for you.”
She swallowed hard as his line went off. She picked up her purse and quickly left the room. Knowing she had to check up on Kayce before leaving the house.
“You are late!” Jake’s baritone voice boomed as she walked into his study forty-eight minutes later. He stood intimidatingly by the large bookshelf, with a plastic folder in his hand.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she pleaded, already shivering with lust. She didn’t have to ask him how he knew. Jake is a master game player. She was so sure he had a camera or some kind of device in his car that was monitoring her. “I had to check on Jayce on my way out. He’s not feeling well, sir.”
“I always tell you to be time conscious,” he stroked his beard.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she pleaded again, her eyes boring into his. Her body quivering with more excitement.
“Looks like someone is in trouble already,” He growled, closing up all the gap between them.
“So, tell me, what sort of punishment would you like best for going into the car seventeen minutes late?” His tone sent shivers down her spine. She squirmed and said, “you are the master sir. I know you will give me the right punishment.”
“Good girl,” he flicked his tongue over his lips, a smile curled up on his lips. “Get out of that damn coat.”
“Ye…” Her hands trembled with her desire as she started unbuttoning her trench coat. “Yes, sir.”
“Can you see how hard your nipples already are?” He kissed her on the cheek and rubbed a nipple between his fingers. “You want your master to punish you. Don’t you?”
“Yes, punish me Master, I didn’t follow your instructions,” she said gruffly. “I need to be punished, sir.”
“Yes, that’s fine,” his hand traveled down her body, with his other hand caressing her ass cheeks. “Spread your legs, daddy’s naughty girl.” He parted her pussy lips. “You are dripping already,” he husked. He ran his fingers through her pussy lips. “You are a very dirty girl. That’s why Daddy likes you. You are always creaming up for your master.”
“Jake…Jake,” she moaned into his broad chest. “Oh…Yes, Master.” Stacy threw back her head, allowing the pleasure to travel round her body. Her body was on fire as if he hadn’t been fucking her silly the since her husband traveled.
He stopped suddenly and removed his hand.
“Master,” she gave a tiny mewl of frustration.
“You should have thought of that before going against my words, you naughty little girl,” he growled, licking her juices off his fingers. “You taste so sweet…just like honey. I can never tire of your cunt juice, little girl.” He purred after cleaning his fingers off. He pulled her into his chest roughly and brushed his lips against her neck. “You are mine,” he whispered. “You belong to me forever.” He howled. “You must always obey me.”
“Yes, yes, master,” she squealed, her pussy aching the more, as she fought hard not to come because her master hadn’t asked her to. “I know who I am.”
“And who are you?”
“Yours…yours, master,” lone tears dribbled down her cheeks. “Always yours.”
He gathered her hair in one hand and pulled back her head so that their gaze met directly. His eyes darkened over with lustful perversion.
“Oh yes, that’s who you fucking are!” He pressed light kisses against her neck, ran his tongue up and down her throat, and stroked his hands over my body. Howling like an animal, he was surely in heat. Their eyes met, and they both smiled at each other with affection. He seized her mouth and kissed her hard.
Stacy smiled into his eyes and looked longingly at the enormous tent in front of his jogger’s pants. A moan escaped her lips, seeing how hard he was. She licked her lips and smiled up into his eyes again.
“What do you want, you slutty little girl?” he tweaked a nipple between two fingers.
She sighed, happy that she can put her needs into words. “I want to suck your cock sir,” she whispered.
“You are going to be the death of me, baby girl,” he groaned. “You know I can’t resist you with that naughty look on your face.” He removed his jogger’s pants, exposing his cock, which stood taut between his legs. She gasped and quickly went on her knees.
“Suck.” He said in a low guttural voice and positioned his hard member roughly on her lips.
She stroked his balls with her fingers while sucking only on the tip of his cock.