Chapter 9
As she hurried over to Paul's, Sue tried to tell herself she was running from fear. Inside, she had to admit that was only one part of the reason for her haste. She dreaded the possible beating she might receive from the big man. At the same time, she was desperate to see him as soon as possible. What she felt for Paul she couldn't call love—that emotion could not enter into a relationship such as they had—but an anxiety to serve him, a desire to please him.
Somehow she managed to cut two minutes off the time it usually took her to reach his door. After pausing for a second to regain her breath and pat her hair into place, she tapped gently on his door. When he answered, she opened it quietly and slipped inside.
Paul was leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand. He studied her carefully as she stood before him. "Take off your coat," he finally ordered.
Sue felt a surge of relief as she shed her only covering. From his tone, he was not going to beat her—yet. She hung up her coat and returned to face him, standing carefully at attention, hands at her sides. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and she felt a flutter of excitement in her belly as he studied her.
"Why didn't you go to work today?" he asked quietly.
"I was too tired," she answered truthfully.
Paul sipped his drink thoughtfully. "Have I been working you too hard?"
"No, Paul," she answered, shaking her head. Her dark auburn hair brushed her shoulders, tickling her.
"In the future, you'll get my permission to miss a day of work," he informed her.
"Yes, Paul."
"I don't want you gold-bricking any time you feel like it. Also, I don't want you going anywhere unless I know it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Paul."
Paul seemed to approve. "Good. Now, go in the kitchen and see what you can do about some dinner for me."
Out in the kitchen, Sue breathed a huge sigh of relief and quickly went to work on dinner. She took special care to prepare things perfectly for Paul. Part of her care was from fear, but she had to admit she simply wanted to please him, too.
Half an hour later she was carefully serving him at the dinner table. As he ate, she stood back in the corner, out of the way, but ready to fill any need. When his wine glass was empty, she appeared instantly to refill it without his asking. She was virtually oblivious to her nudity as she waited on him. She could sense his approval of her, and it gave her a warm glow of pleasure.
This time when she poured his coffee, she poured precisely, filling the cup perfectly without spilling a drop. She hovered anxiously by the table as he tasted the coffee and nodded his approval. As he sipped it, she took the opportunity to clear the table and set the dishes to soak.
She was beginning to feel on top of the world by the time Paul was ready for his sherry. She had it ready for him as soon as he settled on the couch.
"May I take the time to wash the dishes now?" she asked.
Paul nodded and she scurried away. Through the clinking and sloshing of the chore she kept one ear tuned for Paul's voice, and hurried out to replenish his sherry when he did call. He seemed impressed with her efficiency, but withheld any comment.
Finishing the dishes, she returned to her station by him. He ignored her completely as he finished his sherry while studying the stock market pages in the paper. Sue permitted herself a moment of relaxation. Since her arrival she had been bow string tight as she fought to please her master. Finally he finished his sherry and leaned back with a sigh. Quickly she picked up the empty glass and took it to the kitchen. After washing it and putting it away, she gave the kitchen one last check before turning out the light.
"Would you like a bath?" she asked, returning to Paul.
Paul thought for a moment. "That sounds like a very good idea."
"I'll draw the water." Quickly, she started the tub filling. She popped out of the bathroom to find Paul wandering thoughtfully around the bedroom.
"Here, let me do that," she offered as he started to unbutton his shirt. Her nimble fingers quickly unfastened the shirt and tossed it on the bed. His undershirt followed, after she tugged it off over his head. Kneeling, she untied his shoes and held them while he slid his feet out. One by one she removed his socks. Still on her knees, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly of his trousers. Sliding them down the massive columns of his legs, she held them while he stepped out. Then she left him long enough to check the bath water. Returning, she knelt before him again, and stripped down his underpants. As she bowed before him, he lifted first one foot, then the other. As he did so, he balanced himself with one hand on the top of her head. The contact sent a surge of pleasure through Sue.
She followed him into the bathroom and steadied him as he stepped into the tub. With a sigh he settled into the steaming water and she reached for the shampoo. Carefully and gently she began to lather his hair, her fingers combing the suds through. Finishing the shampoo, she rinsed his hair, carefully keeping the soap out of his eyes.
It became a labor of love as she washed him gently. She felt warm inside as she tended him carefully, meticulously soaping every square inch of him. She remembered his instructions from the first time, and was more careful than ever as she bathed his cock. Her fingers caused it to stir to life gently, and she toyed with it only enough to give him a little pleasure without triggering an orgasm. Finishing with it, and rinsing it off, she planted a gentle, reverent kiss on its tip before moving to soap his legs and feet.
As she washed each foot, he steadied himself again by placing one hand on her head. Finally she was done and he settled down in the hot water. Carefully she added more water, bringing the temperature up to where he liked it. Then, as he soaked, she took the time to dispose of the dirty clothes she had left on the bed. By the time she finished this he was ready to step out of the tub and she stood waiting for him with a towel ready.
Moving around him, she dried every inch of his body, then brushed his hair for him. He stood there, impassive, as she tended to him as if he were a god. Carefully, she powdered his balls and his feet, then stepped back.
Ignoring her, he walked out of the bathroom, not bothering with the robe she held for him. She followed him into the living room and stood at attention as he fixed himself a drink. Finally he sat down on the couch and looked up at her.
"You're learning," he commented eventually.
Sue blushed with pride and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"
"Not right now," Paul admitted. "You've been very thorough." He sipped his drink and studied her carefully. Again her nipples hardened as his eyes brushed over her naked body. She stood proudly before him as he admired her body.
"Stan is having a party this Saturday," Paul finally said.
Not knowing what to reply to this, Sue remained silent.
"You're going with me," the big man went on quietly. "You're going as my slave. Understand what that means?"
Sue gulped. "I th-think so."
"It means that while we're at that party you'll never leave my side. And the reason you won't leave my side is because I'm going to have you on a leash."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed. She found the thought of appearing in public with Paul, totally subservient to him, somehow exciting. "What should I wear?"
"On the evening of the party, come over here in just your coat. I'll have something for you to wear. When you come, bring your jewelry for me to choose from for you. Understand?"
Silently, Sue nodded.
"Good. There's a tape measure out in the kitchen. Go get it and measure your neck for the collar. Oh, and one other thing. At that party you are my slave and no one else's. I fully expect other people will want the use of your services. You'll grant them if and when I order you to."
"Yes, Paul." Sue hurried out to the kitchen, found the tape measure and carefully measured her slender white throat. The touch of the tape against her skin thrilled her, and she gulped as a wave of excitement shivered through her. Mixed with her fear of the approaching party was a gut-twisting excitement. She wrote down her neck measurement and handed it to Paul. He barely glanced at it.
"Let me look at you," he ordered.
Mute, she stood before him as his eyes roamed over her naked body. She posed for him, understanding what he wanted. Her nipples hardened, forming tight pink peaks for the mounds of her breasts.
"Dance for me," Paul ordered after studying her for a few minutes.
Using the background music from the radio, Sue began to dance for her master, twisting and posturing for him. Her body felt lithe and graceful as she moved to the music. She let her own instincts govern her moves. Her erotic nature took over and her pelvis gyrated in a motion as old as time. She offered herself to him in dance, lifting her breasts with her hands, and toying with the nipples to bring them even more erect. With flying fingers she traced the curves of her body, sliding her hands down her sides from her breasts. Turning her back to Paul, she looked over her shoulder at him, then began to arch until she was looking at him upside down, her auburn hair streaming toward the floor. She could sense his eyes on the peaks of her breasts. Her belly muscles tightened with excitement as she posed for him, back arched like a belly dancers.
Finally her belly muscles began to ache from the strain and she straightened up. As she turned to face him, she stroked her thighs and lower belly with her fingertips, drawing his attention to her curly pubic hair. Teasingly she stroked the juncture of her thighs and her body. As her fingertips stroked upward, she felt excitement explode in her gut, setting her afire with passion. Fighting to contain herself, she avoided toying with her cunt as long as possible. Finally, she let the fingers of one hand brush into her pubic hair. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure rocketing through her body.
By this time, Paul's cock had swelled to become an erect staff. As he lay on the couch, he toyed with the big tool idly, his fingers brushing its underside. He wet his lips, his big chest heaving with excitement. Sue felt a surge of joy at his interest. She worked harder to please him, fingering her cunt with one hand, her breasts with the other. Finally her own passion became too much for her, and, her knees folding under her, she fell to the carpet. She writhed on her back, offering herself to him.
"Please, please fuck me," she pleaded aloud, desperately. Her fingers pried at her cunt, spreading the lips, presenting to him her juicy, excited internal tissues. She ached to have him fill her with his big cock. "Please," she begged, her voice a whine.
It seemed as if he was going to leave her writhing on the floor forever. Finally, he moved, slowly rising from the couch to stand over her. She looked up at him, begging him with her eyes, her body afire. His cock was hard and proud, standing out from the bush of his pubic hair, a monster column of lust. He reached down for her, his fingers bruising as he gripped her around the waist and lifted her. She was limp and helpless in his grasp as he carried her toward the little terrace. The touch of the iron rail around the terrace was like ice against her bare buttocks. He seated her precariously on the rail, balancing her with his hands. She looked at him submissively, acknowledging his total power over her—mental and physical.
Holding her, he stepped between her legs, his cock boring unerringly into her cunt. With slow, pistoning movements, he drilled into her, making her cry out with joy as he stretched her vagina with his prick. Finally he was in her, their pubic hair meshing. With his hands on her waist, he bent her back away from him so he could study her face.
There was a smile on his face, a smile of power. "You know you're at my mercy. I could kill you if I wanted to. Just one little push, and over you'd go. Even if I just let go of you, you'd fall."
The fear his words triggered only added to Sue's excitement. "I know it," she admitted in a husky voice.
He let her lean back farther and farther. For a while she tried to keep her head up, to look at him, but the strain became too much and she let her head drop back. As he let her lean back, more and more of her weight was on his hands and she was more and more dependent on him. Her back arched, her head falling backward into the cool night air until she found herself looking at the buildings across the street, upside down. Paul's cock was a monstrous, hot mass in her cunt as he let her lean back. Into her field of vision came the street, looking very hard, and lonely, and far away. The blood began to run to her head, making it feel swollen. He began to move his cock in her cunt, slowly sliding it out, then back in.
She was delicately balanced, and could feel how carefully he moved to avoid driving her buttocks off the railing. The precariousness of her position only added to her excitement. As she gazed down sixty feet to the cruel hard pavement, she acknowledged again her total dependence on the big man, and thrilled to the knowledge.
He began to move faster, but still carefully, and Sue felt herself approaching an orgasm. As it drew nearer and nearer, she began to whimper softly. His hands bruised her flanks as he supported her out over the sixty feet of empty air. Faster and faster he moved in her, and she came closer and closer to her orgasm. Her vision of the world narrowed to that tiny patch of sidewalk she would hit should she fall, and she roared higher and higher. She felt him beginning to come, and just as he did, his hands loosened on her sides for an instant. The heart-stopping terror that he would let her fall set off her orgasm, an orgasm so strong it felt as if she were bathed in molten steel. As she climaxed everything else vanished, leaving her hanging in a void filled with incredible pleasure. She was hardly aware of his cock spraying its load of come into her vagina. As her climax slowly faded, she became aware of his cock slowly dying inside her, then of his hands hauling her back from the void. Exhausted from her orgasm, her muscular strain, and her terror, she slumped against him, fighting to regain her senses. For a second he let her support herself against him, then leaned her against the side of the door.
She watched him move away from her as her heartbeat slowly returned to normal. She viewed him as if he were a god as he poured himself some wine and settled back on the couch. His cock was limp now, glistening with juices. Finally she staggered over toward him and slumped to the floor. Humbly, she knelt before him, resting her chin on his knees. She looked up at him, pleading for his attention and his approval. When he reached down and touched her head, stroking her hair, she sighed and almost purred with pleasure. She cuddled herself against his legs as he petted her gently.
"You'll stay here tonight," Paul finally decided.
Sue felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude for his simple offer, as if she had just been offered a kingdom instead of a place to sleep. "I'll get the bed ready," she replied, rising slowly to her feet.
In the bedroom, she carefully folded back the sheets and fluffed up the pillows. Just as she finished, Paul came out of the bathroom, tossed his robe aside and slipped under the covers. She felt him watching her as she hung up his robe. After a moment in the bathroom, she returned and slipped into the bed beside him.
In seconds she was sound asleep.
Sometime later, she wasn't sure when, she woke up to feel Paul probing her rectum insistently with his hard cock. Curled with her back toward him, his hand on her cunt, she squirmed her buttocks against him, shifting to give him a better angle. His cock was well greased and he relentlessly bored his way into her. She loosened the sphincter for him as much as she could, fighting down the stretching pain he was bringing to her asshole. Inch by painful inch he drilled up into her bowels. As he gained ground, Sue felt her own lust rising slowly. She squirmed her ass down on him, encouraging him to drive further and further up into her. She lifted her thigh to give his hand more access to her cunt and he drove her wild by jamming his finger up her vagina. Finally he managed to wedge his entire cock deep into her guts, his hips meeting her ass. He began to piston his cock in and out of her, and Sue rapidly roared to a climax that wrenched her muscles. His cock burned the tight ring of her anus as he speeded his moves. With one hand he explored her cunt, squeezing her clitoris, probing her vagina. His other hand clutched convulsively at her breasts. His breath roared past her ear as he pounded at her harder and harder, raising her to still another orgasm.
Sue felt as if she was being torn wide open by his monster prick up her ass—and still he shoved it up her butt. His moves were hard and violent now, his drives rattling her with their force. Finally he rammed up into her one last time. His cock twitched in her butt, then fountained shot after shot of semen up into her bowels, setting her off again.
No sooner had his orgasm died away than he withdrew his shrinking cock from her and rolled away. Sighing with satisfaction, he dropped off to sleep. For long minutes, Sue lay there, fighting to regain her breath, feeling lost and alone at Paul's quick departure. At the same time, she felt a subtle pleasure at having again satisfied the big man's desires.
As sleep eluded her, she thought about her developing relationship with Paul. Fear still dominated, but she was forced to acknowledge additional sensations. There was a desire to please him, to seek his approval. Her inability to manipulate him pleased her, rather than the opposite. Idly, she wondered if she would see Jerry Danvers at the party, and if so, what his reaction would be. Oddly, she had only vague memories of her sexual interludes with Jerry, while every session with Paul was engraved in her memory in letters of fire. Her butt gave a twitch and she wondered when she would again be balled upon by Paul. As sleep finally engulfed her, she hoped it would not be long.