Submissive Sex Slave Chapter 2: Steve

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‘Fetch Scarlet at 5 pm,’ I said. ‘ This is the address; she will be ready.  And do not answer any questions, I want to surprise her completely.  You got that?’

‘No problem, Sir.’

I knew I could rely one hundred percent on Candy, my driver.  I had chosen her, not only because she looked really good in a driver’s uniform, but because she always paid attention. And  that was not only with driving instructions. I felt that at some point she may have other uses.  It was very handy having a female driver.  And she sure was easy to look at. As well as to talk to.

I had already instructed Roberta, my Butler, to have the drinks tray ready.  Scarlet liked champagne, as did I, and a bottle or two of Dom Perignon would go down well.   Mia, my chef, knew to prepare a sumptuous meal of oysters, lobster, prawns and the most decadent desserts.  And Sophia, my housekeeper, always had the bedroom ready.

It was up to me to prepare everything else.  And as always, I was pretty prepared.  Clean sheets.  Clean bathrobes.  Giant towels.  A few treats.  A few toys. 

I was also pretty damn excited.  Ever since that dinner when Scarlet had placed my hand on her thigh, I had wanted to fuck her.  And I wanted to fuck her my way. Scarlet was one of the most exciting lovers I had ever had.  She was sweet, loving, very sexy and also, very naive.  It was time to end the naivety.  She was ready for something else.  Something a little rougher.  Something a little harder.  Something in leather.  Something with a paddle.  And handcuffs.  And me.  And her.  Naked.  With rope. And…

I had to stop thinking about her or I would come before she arrived.

Candy had gone off to fetch her, and I quite liked the thought of the two of them together in my sleep and shiny Rolls Royce.   Candy, dressed in her tight black driver’s uniform with a smart driver’s hat and white gloves.  Scarlet, probably in her own tight black dress,  high black heels, the ones that she knew drove me wild.

It didn’t really matter though what Scarlet was wearing.  Whatever it was, it was going to come off pretty quickly.  Or at least, I hoped it was going to come off quickly.

I went up to the master bedroom, took a shower in my gold and marble bathroom, tried to ignore my rock hard and very large cock, wrapped myself in a fluffy white robe, made sure there was a robe ready for Scarlet too, poured myself a whisky and lay on the bed, waiting and thinking.  And trying to work out how Scarlet would respond.  Would she like the idea of being submissive.  Would she want me as a Dom? How sexy would she look, oh man so so sexy, with a leather collar around her neck, studded, attached to the bed with a chain.  Would she enjoy being tied up, handcuffed, spanked, kissed, fingered and fucked at the same time.

And would she, dare I even think about it, get into a threesome?  I had ideas of me, Scarlet and Roberta, the three of us together, doing as many dirty things as we possibly could.

Of course she might say no to everything.  She might take one look at my special room and want to run.  It may frighten her.  I knew I would probably have to go very slowly.

I did not want Scarlet to run.  I had feelings for this girl.  Not  love feelings; I do  not think I knew what love feelings were.  But I had other feelings.  Part of me wanted to hold her tenderly and keep her safe.  The other half of me wanted to hold her, tight around the neck, my cock pressed hard against her ass, my fingers hard and deep in her cunt.

Either way, I wanted her with me.

The car.  I heard it coming down the long driveway.  I looked up at the camera monitor.  Candy had parked the Rolls and was opening the door for Scarlet. 

Candy looked pretty damn hot. But Scarlet looked even hotter.   I watched her step out of the car, one high-heeled leg and then another.  I thought I caught a glimpse of her crotch.  Perhaps she wasn’t wearing underwear after all.

And there she was, finally, standing at my front door.  Not in her black dress but in a tight red one.  There was no way she could be wearing underwear with that dress.  Her hair was loose around her shoulders.  And her eyes looking up, in total awe, at my house.  My castle.  My mansion.

What was going through her head, at that moment, I wondered. She thought she knew me but she did not. I could see the shock, the surprise, etched all over her face.  She had no idea that I was watching her through the camera.  And suddenly I wanted to watch her, for real.  Naked, writhing and moaning.  I wanted that dress off her, as soon as possible.

She rang the doorbell and Roberta went to open it.  Roberta, as always, the perfect Butler.  Tall and regal, also in black, a glass of champagne on a tray.

There would only be silver service for Scarlet.

‘Come in Scarlet,’ she said. ‘Let me take your coat.  Have a drink and when you are ready, I will lead the way.  The master is waiting for you upstairs.’

Scarlet smiled.  I heard her say: ‘You know my name? And who is The Master?  I guess you mean Steve.  Okay.  I am ready.  Thank you.  Up the stairway?’

Roberta pointed her towards the landing.  Scarlet walked, slowly up the stairs.  Her face and her neck were flushed.  I swear I could smell her cunt from the bedroom.

I opened the door so  that I was waiting for her when she arrived.  I was aching for her.

‘Steve,’ she said. ‘ What on earth is all of this?’

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.  Oh my fucking God.  She smelled so good.  Her hair was a little damp and she was wearing my favorite perfume.  Her nipples were taught through her dress.

She moaned and I pulled her straight towards the bed. 

‘Take off your dress,’ I instructed.  ‘We can talk later.’

She did no hesitate.  She turned around for me to unzip her dress, which I did, quickly and expertly.  And there she was.  Naked.  Beautifully magnificent naked.  As was I.  I had dropped my robe.  And before I knew it, before she knew it, without any foreplay, I was inside her.  Hard.  Deep.  Beautiful brilliant fucking.

Scarlet moaned.  She came and she came again.  She clung on to me, her legs wrapped hard around me, while I pounded her.  She kissed my neck, she moaned, she bit me and then – she bit me harder.  And said:

‘Steve. I want you to bite me too.  Bite my neck.  Bite my nipples.  Bite my thighs.  Bite me, now, please, please…’

I stopped for a minute.  Looked her in the eyes.  It was like she knew.  She wanted pain too.  She wanted me to hurt her.  Good exquisite pain.

‘I will bite you,’ I said. ‘And I will not just stop at biting. There will be more.’

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