The Summons

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Thinking back on it, the week had seemed like a stream of consecutive Mondays. Monday night with a customer in Fort Worth had been a particularly difficult one with one distraught staff member after another. Tuesday had seemed interminable with crisis after crisis. And Wednesday, I was sure that there’d been no Wednesday or Thursday rather more Mondays in their place. It was finally Friday, or so I hoped. My heels clicked on the floors as I returned to my desk after meeting with several VPs. Pauling to collect myself, I noticed a cream colored envelope addressed simply ‘Alexa.’ Slipping a scarlet nail beneath the flap, I flicked it open, eyes widening, a flush rising from my throat to my cheeks, my knees suddenly weak as a soft gasp slipped between my lips. Fingers trembling, I looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed as I dropped down into my chair, my breath quickening as I read again.

“The Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek, 6:00 P.M. sharp. Go to the reception desk, there will be a package and note with your name and further instructions.”

I read and read again, the words seeming to leap from the page; their tone not a request rather a statement, a command. I felt my stomach tightening as the flush of heat raced through my entire body. I quickly pushed the note back into the envelope and slipped it into my desk drawer. My still trembling hand covered my mouth as I fought to regain my composition. Standing shakily, I walked Briskly from my office to check with the IT team and several coworkers, anything to take my mind from the words on the note.

Normally I would have looked at the clock, willing it tospeed up on a Friday afternoon, but today my glance was to make time slow down. But the more I glanced at the time, the faster it seemed to pass. My mind racing as to what to do. Yet even as I reasoned that there was no way that I was going to obey those directions, something deep inside of me, something deep inside of my soul, told me differently.

As the directed time drew closer, I went to the bathroom to check my appearance. The week had been so hectic, I’d dressed very simply with a plain white blouse, black skirt, and black 3″ heels. My blonde hair was tied back in a simple ponytail with a black ribbon. Because my blouse was fairly light, I had chosen one of my smooth cup bras so as not to reveal my nipple piercings; my thong was white, matching my bra. Gathering my belongings, I headed to the garage. The trip to the hotel on Turtle Creek was a blur, seeming to take but a second. Walking from the parking lot, my mind whirled with a myriad of thoughts and images, my belly tight with a combination of fear and anticipation. Finding myself before the bubble marble fountain, I climbed the few short steps and entered the lobby, hesitating before I approached the reception desk and in a soft, almost whispered voice, asked for the package and note left for ‘Alexa.’ Smiling, the receptionist handed me the small, beribboned package and cream colored envelope to my stammered ‘thank you.’

Taking a deep breath, I went to the small reception locke and slowly sat down to open the 2nd note. Pausing to take a deep breath, I opened the note and slowly slipped it from the envelope and read:

“Put on what you’ve found in the box. Once you’ve done so, go to the Turtle Creek Suite. Use the door key and enter without knocking.”

The tone was the same as the first note, the words again seeming to leap from the page as I read, heart racing at its message. Trembling harder, my fingers fumbled as they slipped the crisis ribbon from the package and slowly openedit. My eyes widened, a gasped ‘ohhhh!’ slipping from between my parted lips as I gazed down at the thing in the box — a simple black leather collar adorned with a single star and ring at its front. My head spun, vision blurring as the faithness swept through me.

My gasp brought a look and query of concern from the receptionist. “Are you alright miss?”

His words snapped me back into focus.

“Huh? Umm, y-yes, I’m fine thank you.”

Looking at me a moment longer, he nodded and returned to his paperwork.

Gathering myself, I made my decision and slipped the door key from the envelope and stood, still trembling, to make my way to the room designed in the note. My heart beat faster and faster with every step, the tightness in my belly ever present. Reaching the room, I stopped, taking the collar from its box to slip it around my throat. Softly moaning beneath my breath as I buckled it in place, fingers tracing the narrow leather band evoking feelings and needs from deep within me. Feelings and needs that were at my core, that were my very essence.

Slipping the key into the lock, I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room, closing the door behind me. Looking around, I tried to focus on the details of the room’s rich interior. I started as the deep voice spoke from the shadows, I almost jumped.

“Hello girl.”

Turning to the voice, the shape barely visible in the light, only the tumbler with its amber contents giving any hint of color. Stammering, I unthinkingly blurted out: ‘M-Master?’

Trembling harder now, I strained to see more. My eyes adjusted, allowing me to see more of the shape, the white shirt, the gleam of poisoned black boots.

The voice came again, cool and direct: “Strip and crawl to Me girl.”

Still stunned, I hesitated, almost frozen in place.

“Now girl.”

Snapping from my daze, I hurried to obey, instincts taking over as I dropped my purse onto a neary chair. My blouse, fingers fumbling with the buttons, was next with my shoes and skirt following. Standing, body quivering with fear and excitement, I slowly unhooked my bra, dropping it on top of my clothes. My nipples were hard, areola tightening into a darker pink hue, tipped with silver bars as they were freed. Whimpering softly, I hooked my fingers into the band of my thong, tugging it over my hips, blushing more deeply as it stuck to my pale slit. I was sure that even in the room’s dim light, He could see the silver bar in my clip hood and the glistening wetness of my slit. Finally, I untied the black ribbon holding my hair back and added it to the pile of my clothes before shaking my hair loose to fall around my shoulders.

A soft whimper slipped between my lips, sinking to my knees, leaning forward to my hands I slowly began to crawl forward, the whimper turning to a delicate pant as I moved. My pink and silver-tipped breasts swaying in perfect rhythm with my sleek bottom. My eyes focused on Hisblack cowboy boots, glancing up for the briefest of moments to catch His dimly lit shape. A smile teasing the corner of my mouth as my eyes followed the black boot shafts into the starched jeans; the practice peculiar to His race of men. Light caught the brilliance of His white shirt and the glitter of the amber-tinted ice in the crystal tumbler as I moved closer still.

Conscious of the blooming mood on my smooth sex, I moved closer, instincts again taking over, propelling me to lower my lips, pressing them to the glaiming leather of the boots. The soft rustle of His movement brought my head up to see, catching His eyes, mesmerized by them as He leaned forward, the click of the glittering steel links as He attached the lean to my collar. The soft snick drew a whimpered moan from deep within me. His hand slipped to the nape of my neck, drawing my mouth to His in a deep, password kiss. The soft wetness of His mouth on mine as He deepened the kiss. I tasted the whiskey onHis mouth as I pressed against His lips, tongues swirled hungrily as if it were the only kiss of a lifetime. I gazed deeply, unflinchingly into the blue pools of His eyes, allowing myself to be totally possessed by them.

Wordlessly He broke the kiss, hands sliding beneath my arms, lifting me as He stood. And in one smooth motion, lifted me to the bed, thighs spread wide. A smile played on His lips as He removed His tie, wrapping the black silk around my slender wrists and pushing them over my head before he slowly unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt and tossed it aside. His eyes never left mine as He unfasted the heavy buckle of His belt and opened His jeans. His hard shake sprang free to grazed my swollen clip. He spread his hands across my pale, smooth belly moving slowly, caressing, teasing as They moved over my flesh. I moved sensitively beneath his touch, lips parted as His fingers encircled my silver-tipped breasts — kneeing, teasing the pink buds of my nipples to an achinghardness.

He slowly wrapped the lean around His fist as He rocked His hips back before pushing His hardness slowly, unrelentingly into my wet heat. My eyes widened, lips parted in a long, gasped moan as I arched, rolling my hips to take Him deeper. His eyes focused with a cool, controlled lust on mine. The smile played on His lips as He saw the flecks of gold slide across my blue eyes. I felt His strokes quicken, His shaft pushing deeper and deeper into my silken heat. My breath came quicker, panting as the heat built in my belly to radiate through me.

His free hand encircled my slender throat above the narrow collar. My body arched and compromised with His rhythm. The golden flecks flooded my blue eyes as my panted moans turned to pleading whimpers.

“P-please let me cum! Please, please, please let me cum Master!”

I looked up desperately into His coolly focused eyes, my voice quivering with desperation, wailing.

“Pleasseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?!??!”

He granted His permission with the slightest of nods, His hand tightening against my throat with His consent.

I shuddered, arching, frozen as the orgasm exploded with an unexpected fury. My scream of release cut off as I convulsed on His pistoning cock. Tightening around Him, I tried to drag Him deeper. The hot smile on His face as He shuddered and exploded, His thick seeing filling my quivering belly again and again until we both shuddered a final time. His weight against me as He leaned forward to whisper, smiling against my lips, “Hello little one.”

Grinning, I wrapped my legs around Him, pulling Him harder against me as I lifted my bound wrists to slide them around His neck, “Mmmmmmmmmmm and hello to you Gorgeous Man!”

That had been hours ago. Now I lay against Him in the dark, the moonlight through the windo dancing over our bodies as I listened to His slow, deep breathing. I nuzzled against Him, His arm sliding over me, instinctively pulling m closer. I slide my hand downmy belly to touch myself as I thought back on the past hours.

The soft love that He had made to me, hands and lips feather light on my body as He had brought me to another orgasm, this one long and languid as He drew out my release.

I suppressed a giggle as I remembered the look on the waiter’s face as he brought the food that He had ordered. My fingers grazed over my tender little clip as the images flooded my mind. The images of His permission for me to tip the waiter. The pride with which I expertly took him with my mouth. The gasped cry of release as his cum filled my mouth and my greediness as I swallowed it all. I shivered as I glanced at Him to see His smoking nod of approval.

I licked my lips as I remembered His feeding me. The care with which He cut my food, smiling as He fed me, gently wiping my mouth between bites.

My fingers pressed between my legs, struggling my silken wetness, teasing my clip hood piercing against my delicate nub as more images danced through my mind. He had taken me hard, mercilessly. His hands brought a deep flush of heat to my face and to my bottom as He spanked and slapped me. My fingers pressed between my slick lips, blushing, feeling the heat in my belly as I remembered the hard words that He’d used. The ruthless brutality of His cock as He took all of my holes. My tongue flicked over my lips, moistening them as I remembered the taste of my holes on His cock. The hot gushes of thick cum as they filled me over and over.

I pushed my fingers into my needy slit, probing, rubbing as I remembered being dragged into the bathroom. The hot pulsing rush of His piss as it cascaded over my body, filling my mouth, soaking my hair. Blushing more deeply as I remembered how I begged for more. Whimpering greedily as I sucked His pink shake. His laugh as He turned and pressed my mouth against His tight ass. My fingers moved radically inside of me, panting softly as I recalled the taste of His hole, how it fluttered again my tongue as I pushed it deep into the dark passage. Licking, biting, probing, sucking as I shamelessly released my own golden flow onto the floor. Gasping softly as my nails grazed my clip at the memory of the dark, sweet depravity.

And then, the gentleness of His touch as He bathed me. Carefully washing my pale body, gently washing my blonde hair, drying me as He would a baby before letting me wash Him. And finally, warm and clean, He took me to bed, cradling me against Him, whispering soft, sweet words as I drifted off to sleep, tucked neighborly against His warm body.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I slide down His body, nudging Him over to take Him in my mouth. Purring and gurgling as I took Him into the soft warmth of my mouth. I glanced up at Him with glittering eyes as He awoke. The broad grin spreading across His face as He laughed softly, waking up. “My, we are a hungry little girl, still more then?”

Grinning, I released Him long enough to whisper with a twinkle of shameless mischief in my eyes, “Yes, please Sir, this slut needs more?”

He laughed as He rolled over, thighs spreading wider for me. I pursued contentedly as I took Him back into my mouth. The feel of His hands in my hair, massaging, tightening, releasing, moving with my mouth. He smiled as He gazed down at me, whispering “We’ve the entire day little one.”