He sighed for effect, then leaned back, using his body language as a dismissive gesture.
“I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding someone more suitable, perhaps not as strict.”
Connor never rolled the dice unless he knew he was going to win, and he knew this was a slam dunk! Abigail had thought she’d met her dream man; dominant, wealthy, handsome and mature.
“Please don’t go,” she begged. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t think-”
“Exactly,” he interrupted. “You need to consider your actions. Having a Dominant in your life means you must step back and allow him to take the lead. You do want me to lead, don’t you, Abby?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I live very close by. We’ll zip back to my house, I’ll give you the spanking you deserve, then I’ll bring you back to your car.”
She stared at him, and he broke into a warm, alluring smile.
“Yes, or no, Abby, your choice.”
It was happening so fast, but he was gorgeous, and wonderful, and strict, and she could feel the wet heat between her legs, so much so that she was convinced all she’d have to do was touch her clit and she’d climax right there at the table.
“Okay,” she nodded.
“Yes, Sir, is the appropriate response,” he replied sternly.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, her heart pounding.
Reaching into his wallet he pulled out some bills and laid them on the table, and as he helped her from her chair he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“You are so yummy,” he whispered.
Abigail thought her heart would thump itself out of her chest, and when he wrapped his fingers tightly around her hand she almost stopped breathing.
Leading her down the street, he stopped at a black Porsche convertible, opening the car door. Sitting in the expensive sexy sports car, she watched the people walk by and look at the car, then at her. The envy in their eyes made her feel important, and when Connor climbed in, started the engine and zipped out onto the road, she was thrilled to be sitting next to him.
“This car is so fast,” she yelled, trying to be heard over the loud engine.
“Yes, it is,” he replied, expertly maneuvering around a sharp turn, burning rubber.
“Oh, my gosh!” she squealed. “Is this why you call yourself Black Porsche 007?”
He paid her no heed, but whisked quickly around the neighborhood, and as they headed down his street he glanced across at her. She was awed by the beautiful homes, their perfect lawns and landscaped gardens. When he pulled into the driveway of his two-story Tudor, and drove down the side of the house and into the garage, it was obvious she was completely captivated.
This man, this wealthy, amazing man, had chosen her!
The garage door closed behind them and he helped her from the car, then walked ahead of her into the kitchen.
“This is where you’ll prepare my meals,” he announced, “assuming you want to.”
She stared at the impressive granite counter tops, the six burner Viking stove, the array of copper pans hanging from a large metal rack suspended above the center island, and nodded her head enthusiastically.
“Wow, it’s amazing,” she smiled. “Yes, I do, very much.”
“Good,” he smiled, and taking her hand he walked her into the expensively furnished living room.
“Time for your spanking. Take off your shoes and bend over the back of the couch.”
“Yes, Sir,” Abigail quivered, and kicking off her high heels, laid herself across the padded sofa back.
Connor moved forward and quickly lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers. He very much enjoyed the first time with a newbie, it was always so entertaining. How would she react to his very unique needs? One never knew until it happened.
Unzipping and dropping his trousers, he reached into the top drawer of an impressive antique secretary and withdrew a vibrator, turning it on high speed.
“Are you sorry for taking charge today?” he asked grimly.
“Yes, Sir.”
He placed the buzzing dildo against her pussy, eliciting a wail of joy.
“Some pleasure before the pain,” he declared, holding the buzzing toy against her clit.
“Now you will be punished,” he sternly announced, pulling it away and turning it off.
Lifting his hand he brought it down with a hard smack, followed by another and another, and continued spanking until her wails and cries for mercy convinced him he could stop. Touching between her legs he found her satisfyingly wet, and slipped the dildo into her hot, wet, hungry cunt.
“You want it to buzz?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, Sir, please Sir.”
“Beg me,” he growled, slapping the backs of her thighs.
“I beg you, Sir, please turn on the vibrator, please.”
“Am I your Master?”
“Uh, I, uh,”
“Tell me,” he thundered, spanking her with hard, forceful slaps. “Tell me I am your Master.”
“You are my Master,” she cried, overcome by his unexpected and forceful demand.
Flipping the switch he brought the buzzing vibrator to life, sending its sizzling sensations through her sex. His cock was stirring, and taking a deep breath he moved his spanking hand from her hot bottom to stroke himself.
“Tell me how much you need me, come on, tell me,” he commanded.
“I need you,” she moaned.
“And you need my money, right?” he demanded, dropping his stiffening cock to smack her again, his hand a hard, zinging blow.
“Yes, yes, I do,” she wailed, panting and gasping as the swat scalded her skin.
The intense scene had been the last thing she’d expected, but the dildo was shooting sparks through her loins and her orgasm was building.
“Say it again, say, you are my Master I need you,” he barked, plunging the dildo with a force and gusto that took her breath away.
“You are my Master and I need you,” she howled.
The magic words he needed to hear echoed through the room, and grabbing his cock he rubbed fervently, groaning as his cream exploded across her backside.
Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply, relishing the pulsing euphoria, and when he finally opened them he saw Abigail’s hand behind her, holding the vibrator, wriggling and gyrating, chasing her orgasm.
Stepping forward he wiped himself on her skirt, smacked her hand away and took over. It was only a minute or two before the powerful orgasm rippled through her sex and he was listening to her cries and high pitched squeals. When she finally fell limp he switched it off and placed it back in the drawer of the secretary.
“Oh, Sir, that was amazing,” she whimpered, trying to catch her breath, and weird, really weird, and…shit, just so weird.
Connor pulled on his trousers and zipped himself up, preparing himself for round two.
“Stand up, remove your panties and pull your skirt down.”
Slightly dizzy, Abigail did as he asked and unsteadily turned to face him.
“Come here,” he said warmly, opening his arms.
Gratefully moving forward she curled herself into his chest, surrendering to his hug and her post-orgasmic lull.
“You know what might be wonderful?” he crooned.
“What?” she whispered.
“Why don’t you stay here for a couple of days? Not right away of course, I have some very important business I have to take care of, but I want you to come back and sleep over,” he said invitingly. “You can make dinner. I haven’t had a home cooked meal in months.”
“Sure. I would love that,” she sighed.
“Can you stay a little while longer?”
“I wish I could,” she moaned. “I have to get back to work. I’m already totally late.”
“Forget work, call in sick.”
“I’d really like that,” she whispered, stepping back and staring up at him. The name calling was strange, the whole thing was strange, but he’s so good
-looking, and this house…
“Call in, go on, for me,” he pressed. “Don’t you want to please me?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied, feeling overwhelmed. “My phone is in my bag. I left it in your car.”
“You stay here, and Abby, in this house you’re not allowed to wear any underwear, so lose the bra.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She watched him stride away, flopping down on the couch, and though still unnerved by his strange commands she pushed them to the back of her mind.
Connor grinned broadly as he walked out to the garage. Things had progressed just as he’d planned and it felt marvelous to be back in control, to once again have a sniveling slut in his clutches. Climbing into his car he found her bag, removed her wallet and keys, and leaving them on the passenger seat, he carried it back into the living room.
“I want to hear you lie,” he smiled, handing her the bag.
He was serious. It was important that he observe her so he could pick up any ‘tells’ she might have, nervous ticks that he could watch for as he brought her into his life.
She was the receptionist at a dentist’s office, and was already an hour late. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her phone and dialed the direct line for the office manager. Connor sat next to her, leaning forward, watching her intently.
“It’s gone to her voicemail,” she whispered.
“Leave a message.”
“Okay. Nancy? Hi, it’s me. Listen, I’m sorry, I think I have food poisoning or a stomach bug or something. I’m at home, I’m really sick and I’m turning off my phones. I’ll call you later. Sorry, bye.”
“Excellent,” Connor smiled, putting and arm around her shoulder and taking the phone from her hand.
He’d noticed her right eyebrow raise up when she’d talked about being sick and turning off her phones, information that he would file away for future use.
“Tell me who all these people are,” he continued, scrolling through her contacts. “I want to know all about you.”
Abigail had never felt so special. Connor was interested in all her friends and family, but as she went through each name, explaining who they were and where they lived, she was relieved she’d never gotten around to adding Zander as a contact. Connor hadn’t seemed very happy when she’d mentioned that she’d been with someone just a couple of nights before, and she didn’t want to explain about their night at the club.
“Sir?” she asked demurely.
“Yes, Abby?”
“We’ve just spent all this time talking about me. What about you? What about your friends and family?”
“I am just a humble architect. My family is out of state and my friends you will meet when we go to parties and functions,” he lied smoothly.
“I will? That sounds fantastic,” she sighed.
“There’s something I need to do to for a minute or two,” he remarked, kissing her forehead. “I want you to go into the bedroom off the kitchen and take a shower while I’m busy.”
“I can wait until-”
“Excuse me,” he interrupted, “are you questioning my directives already?”
“No, Sir. Sorry.”
“You certainly do need a firm hand and I shall spank you again when I return. I think you need to be sent home with a very hot bottom.” Abigail felt the familiar flush cross her face, and dropped her eyes. “You’ll learn, Abby, don’t fret. You’ve not had the kind of Dominant you need.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Standing up he reached for her hand, led her back into the kitchen and through to the small bedroom.
“When you’re finished, wait for me bent across the kitchen table with your skirt raised.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
He watched her close the bathroom door, a knowing smirk crossing his face, and walked quickly to the garage, pulling the cover off his key making machine. Retrieving her keys from the passenger seat he quickly made copies, and placing them on a ring he marked the tag then dropped them in a drawer under his work bench.
Sitting back in his car he unlocked his glove compartment, withdrew a small notepad, then opened her wallet. His first order of business was writing down her driver’s license number, her address and date of birth, after which he searched through her bits of paper and receipts, making note of anything that might prove helpful.
Finished, he put her wallet and keys back on the passenger seat, locked the notebook in his glove compartment, and waltzed back into the kitchen.
She was waiting as he’d instructed, her crimson backside naked and inviting further punishment. Pulling a wooden spoon from a collection of kitchen utensils displayed in an antique copper urn, he moved across to her and tapped it against her bottom.
“When I give you an order I expect it to be obeyed immediately and without question. Do you understand, Abby?” he asked, purposely keeping his voice warm and tender, creating the father figure she so desperately wanted.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Six on each cheek, then you will thank me for correcting you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Knowing her bottom was already tender, he walloped her hard enough to elicit yelps, but not so hard as to scare her; that would come later. The ease with which she was complying told him it would only take a few days to have her completely under his control. He continued, delivering the swats slowly and methodically, and when she kicked up a foot, he paused, caressing her punished behind.
“I know it hurts but you have to learn. This is all for your benefit. You do understand that, don’t you sweet Abby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted.
“Only a couple left. Don’t kick out again or I’ll to start over, and we don’t want that, do we?”
“No, Sir.”
The warmth and love he was offering was completely alien to him, but he had learned to flawlessly mimic such affection, and as he landed his final two smacks he smiled. In the days ahead he could drop his facade and the girl would be utterly helpless, completely dependent, and truly fearful of him.
“There, your punishment is over,” he purred, caressing her backside.
“Thank you so much, Sir, for correcting me, and helping to understand that I have to always obey you.”
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear, good girl,” he crooned, continuing to fondle her. “I’m going to take you back to your car, but you’re not allowed to wear panties until I tell you otherwise. When I ask you about it I’ll know if you’re lying and you know what will happen. I’ll expect you online at 7 p.m.”
She rose from the table, and he saw her puckered nipples touching the thin cotton of her shirt.
“Aren’t these cute,” he smiled, pinching lightly. “I want to feast on them next time I see you.”
“Oh, Sir,” she sighed, “that sounds wonderful.”
“Time to leave. I still have work to get to,” he lied.
She scooted ahead of him into the garage, her panties and bra in her hand,
“Oh, shoot,” she declared, as she saw her wallet and keys on the seat. “I left my bag in the living room.”
“I’ll get it,” he smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I guess they fell out when I picked it up. You stay put, I want to think about you squirming on that hot bottom of yours.”
She sighed contentedly as she watched him disappear into the kitchen, but Connor was sniggering smugly; everything had gone according to plan.
Entering the living room he grabbed her phone and quickly installed a sophisticated chip that would allow him to listen to her calls, download her texts, and turn on a microphone allowing him to eavesdrop on everything happening around her.
Slut Abby, I am really looking forward to having you here. It will be so satisfying to finally get that Brazilian Bitch out of this house, and striding from the room he hurriedly returned to his car.
Upstairs Gabriela was tied to a bed, gagged and blindfolded, and in spite of the scene that had played out in t
he living room she’d heard not a peep; she was at peace, lost in her fantasy.
Her marvelous Zander was tickling her naked body with a soft feather duster, whispering it between her legs as he nipped and sucked her nipples. Sliding it across her inner thighs, he made her moan as she wriggled, and when he moved his fingers into her soft sex, searching and exploring, she cried out in pleasure.
“What a wet girl you are,” he crooned. “So naughty, being so wet. What happens to naughty girls?”
“They get spanked,” she sighed.
“Then I must roll you over and spank you,” he whispered, his mouth at her ear.
Her ongoing fantasy freed her from her nightmare existence, and as it always did, it sent her into a soft, tranquil doze.
One day, Zander, one day I will be out of here and in your arms, I swear it, she vowed as she drifted off.
After the initial shock of her abduction she had learned very quickly that Connor Matthews, though completely insane, was very easy to manipulate.
He enjoyed seeing her miserable and frightened, so that’s what she fed him. She pretended things bothered her when they didn’t, and if he truly hurt her she didn’t react. To her great relief he had remained completely oblivious to her machinations.
Her cell phone had to be with her at all times so she was always reachable, but she had no privacy; the phone had been cloned and he listened to every conversation and read every text.
Hearing the voices of her loved ones was far more important to her than his eavesdropping, and in the first few weeks of her captivity she drew silent strength from hearing the voices of those she cared about, and though she’d been forced to tell them she was out of town, the short conversations had filled her heart and buoyed her spirits.
Slowly, however, the calls had simply stopped, except for her sister, who found Gabriela’s extended absence suspect.
“You’d better convince her,” Connor had warned.
But it was Zander she wanted to hear from most of all. She was convinced he would sense that something was horribly wrong, and somehow, some way, he would find her.
When he’d called weeks before and left a message he hadn’t used her name, so she’d been able to convince Connor she didn’t know who Zander was. In the dead of night she played his voicemail repeatedly, finding comfort in Zander’s warm confident voice and the memory of their brief time together. His last call just days before had thrilled her, and the timing was nothing short of astonishing. Gabriela was getting ready to make her getaway, but to be successful she would need him.
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