Chapter 1: Introduction
The gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled up to the secluded house, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I could feel the heat between my legsbuild as I stepped out of the car, the air crisp and cool against my bare skin. The house was even more impressive than I'd imagined, nestled among the trees, with a wrap-around porch and windows that seemed to watch me with a hungry curiosity. A naked man stood beside his front door.
I paused under the lantern light, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dimness. His broad shoulders tapered down to trim hips, His rigid cock swayed to the left.
He flashed me a devilish grin, eyes sparkling.
The house was silent, save for the soft hum of the heater. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You must be my new bitch." His eyes flickered from my bare legs to my face and back again while his eyes seemed to undress me. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Yes, Master. That would be me, he said. He heard me stutter. "You are very confident in that", Master replied.
He took a step closer, his presence commanding and dominant. "You know the rules, right?
You can be my bitch?"
"Bitch?" I questioned, my voice wavering slightly.
"Sure thing, Bitch. I expect my bitch to take my cock when I want. My bitch to be at my beck and call. I want my bitch to obey me. I do not like a bitch that can't take my cock. She isn't a good bitch at all." Master grabbed my arm and pulled me tight to his body. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my stomach. His other hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "I want to hear you beg for it.
Beg for your master's cock," he growled, his grip on my hair tightening. I gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through me. His words sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "Please, Master. Please let me have your—"
"Say it. Say what you want," he commanded, his voice a low, threatening growl
"Please let me have your cock, Master," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I could feel myself getting wet, my body responding to his dominance. I felt his breath on my face, hot and heavy, as his hand tightened on my hair, forcing me to look up and in to his demanding eyes.
"That's a good little bitch, answering your master," he said, dragging his other hand down my body and squeezing my waist. "Now get on your fucking knees." I hit the marble cold floor, my knees spreading on their own and my body begging for his cock. My position on my knees left me at his level, his cock now directly in front of my face. "What's the matter, bitch? Cat got your tongue?"
"No, Master," I whispered, my hands trembling as I reached out to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. His cock was enormous and heavy, every vein clearly visible, pulsing with his arousal. I licked my lips, looking up at him, waiting for permission.