Chapter 12

Hours later, Sue woke to Paul roughly shaking her. It took a few moments for her to sort out her surroundings. Nude and semi-nude bodies were sprawled around the floor in weird tangles of arms and legs. Weakly, Sue struggled to her feet. As she gazed around at the remnants of the party, Paul refastened the chastity belt around her.

"Let's go," he ordered, taking the free end of the leash.

On shaking legs, Sue stumbled after him. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to help Paul with his coat and then slipped into her own. Her cunt felt bruised and sore, her ass ached, and trickles of come spilled down her legs as she and Paul made their way to the street.

The ride uptown was made in silence, and Sue had to struggle to avoid squirming on her bruised ass. The cabby cast hardly a glance at either of them. Sue fought down a giggle as she thought of what his reaction might be if he learned what she had just done. The memory of the relentlessly pounding cocks brought Sue to the edge of hysteria. Controlling her emotions, she smothered the urge to explode into a wild mixture of laughter and tears.

"You'll stay at my place tonight," Paul ordered calmly as they pulled up in front of his brownstone.

"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed quietly. Inside, in spite of her exhaustion, she felt a surge of pleasure at the thought. The idea of returning alone to her apartment had given her a hollow, empty feeling. Paul represented security to her.

Once inside the apartment, Paul unlocked her collar and belt and tossed them on the table with a clatter. "I need a bath," he remarked.

"Yes, Paul," Sue answered, understanding immediately. After starting the tub, she helped him out of his clothes. Fighting bone-weary exhaustion, she lovingly washed him down, then dried him.

"Take a bath before you come to bed," Paul ordered, leaving her in the bathroom.

Quickly and efficiently, Sue bathed herself, washing away the traces of the party. Her cunt ached dully from the pounding it had received, and her ass twinged painfully. Hurriedly, she finished, dried and powdered herself, then joined Paul in bed.

"I want another fuck," Paul remarked quietly. "But I can't get my cock up."

Sue understood what he wanted and pulled the covers down from him. She studied his huge body and traced the lines of muscles with gentle fingers. Quickly she reached his limp prick and lifted its head. Her gentle toying with it gradually brought it to life, and she felt it slowly rise, pulsing in her grasp. She lowered her head, her hair brushing over Paul's belly, and took the semi-hard cock in her mouth. As she bathed it with her tongue, it rapidly grew, filling her mouth with its bulk.

For long, happy minutes she sucked and licked at Paul's cock, until it was hard as steel. She finally lifted her head and looked up at Paul. At his nod, she straddled him and guided his cock up into her vagina. As he lay on his back, relaxed but for his rock-hard organ, she lifted and squirmed her pelvis, spitting herself on his prick. Restraining herself, she concentrated completely on lifting Paul higher and higher. Reaching behind herself, she felt down between his huge legs, touching and juggling his balls gently, then reaching further back. Her touch at his anus was rewarded by a twitch from his cock. She began to move faster and faster, using her fingers to stimulate him even further. Finally, he began to come in a series of slow, powerful pulses. When he began to climax, Sue finally let herself go and came to a delicious, satisfying climax that brought a deep sigh of contentment from her.

Totally exhausted and completely satisfied, she slumped down on Paul's huge chest, cuddling herself to him, and fell asleep with his slowly wilting cock still buried in her cunt.

The next morning, she awoke before Paul and slipped out of bed as quietly as possible to avoid waking him. By the time he was awake, she had a tray loaded with breakfast ready for him. anxiously awaiting his approval, she stood by the bed as he sampled the various dishes.

"Very good," he finally said, and Sue felt a wave of pleasure and relief at his approval.

"When I finish eating and you get things cleaned up, I want to talk to you in the living room," Paul said.

Sue shivered, wondering what he wanted. "Yes, Paul."

She had to fight to still the shaking of her hands as she washed the breakfast dishes. Finally done, she took a deep breath to calm herself and stepped out into the living room. Paul was standing at the balcony, staring out at the city thoughtfully.

"You wanted to talk to me," she finally said, frightened at breaking the silence.

"The pictures are on the table," Paul remarked, not turning away from the window.

"What do you mean?" Sue asked. Her heart suddenly stopped beating.

"I mean you're free to go."

His explanation cut through Sue like a knife. Her shoulders slumping with dejection, she turned to the table and picked up the photographs. The first one triggered memories of that first incredible night when Paul had taken her, tied to the bed. As she flipped through the pictures of herself spread naked on the bed, she remembered every moment of that night. Instead of relief at being given her freedom, Sue felt pain, and disappointment.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Paul asked, his back still turned.

Sue didn't answer. Instead of leaving, she reached for the collar and leash still on the table. Awkwardly fumbling with the heavy collar, she managed to fit it around her neck. The lock resisted her efforts for long, frustrating minutes. The ring around her neck felt comforting and secure to her when she finally got it fastened.

Hesitantly, she stepped over to her master. With trembling fingers she held the free end of the leash and the key out to him.

Paul sensed her next to him and turned to look down at her. His face was impassive, but Sue sensed his pleasure with her. Gently he took the key from her and looked at it, then back at her. "You're staying," he commented. It was not a question.

"I have to," Sue replied.

"Nothing will change," Paul noted. "You'll stay my slave."

"Yes, Paul."

"I still have the rope and the strap, and I'll use them when I need to."

"Yes, Paul."

Paul flipped the key back on the table. "Get me a beer."

Meekly, Sue hurried to obey.