Her Father, My Master: Mentor (16 page)

I stood stark still on the porch as a new question entered my mind.  What if something had happened to him?  A heart attack, or even worse?  As much as I liked to kid myself about it, I knew he wasn't a young man.

But surely he wasn't so old that he would be having heart problems.  Besides, he was in shape.  There was no way to be sure about it, without checking the inside of the house.

I lifted my hand, and placed it on the brass door handle.  The metal felt cool under my skin in the slight spring heat, and I turned the knob.  Try as I might though, I just could not open that door.  It was almost like there was a physical compulsion overtaking me.  I couldn't do it.  I couldn't disobey my master like this.  I needed his permission to enter.

Sighing, I dropped my hand heavily back to my side.  I was resolved to wait, no matter how long it took.  This must be some sort of test.

I was right.  After another 15 minutes or waiting, I received another text message.  I pulled my phone back out of my purse, and apprehensively checking it, hoping it wasn't bad news.

Go around back.  The gate's open.

I looked
about
with round eyes, first peering into the dark house, then looking at each window in turn.  He had to be at one of them, but I couldn't see him at all.  I had no choice but to obey.  Like I had any other choice in the first place.

Soon, I was at the back of the house.  I'd never been back here before - it was quite secluded, with a very tall wooden fence and privacy hedges that were even taller.  There was a red wood deck, and I paced up the steps nervously.  I could only guess that he meant me to go through the French doors there, but they were locked.  What next?

It took a few minutes, but I received another text message:
Take off your shoes and socks.

I was only wearing the high heels, and those came off easily, though confusedly.  I had a feeling I knew where this was going.  At least, I had an inkling.  But I had to wait, I had to wait for the order.

I bounced from foot to foot, the wood rough against the soles of my feet.  I wished he would hurry with this particular game.  I just wanted to give him my answer, and I was certain he wanted to hear it.  My phone buzzed again.

Skirt.  Getting impatient, my pet?

My bouncing feet froze on the deck as I read the message.  He was right, I was getting impatient.  Even though he'd been trying to teach me patience for weeks, by making me wait to give him my answer.  He was bound and determined to make me wait another 15 minutes, half an hour, hour, or more.

I stopped my bouncing, and stood serenely still, slipping my skirt downwards obediently.  He wanted me to wait.  And I would do it, because he was my master.

Minutes later, my phone buzzed again.  I let out a breath that I felt like I'd been holding since I removed my skirt, and checked the phone once again.

Shirt.  Better.

I smiled slightly.  I wanted only to please him, and if this is how he wanted it, I would deliver as best I could.  I drew the shirt over my head, and was now clothed only in my sheer thin bra and panties.  My nipples
hardened
against the slight chill in the quickly cooling air, and gooseflesh rose on my arms and legs.

Suddenly aware of how exposed I was, I looked around worriedly.  There were privacy fences and hedges, of course, but it was entirely possible someone could see me.  And I had a strong feeling that Mr. Hendricks wasn't about to stop, now that he'd gotten to the good parts.

I bit my lower lip anxiously as my phone buzzed once again.

Bra.  And drop the purse.

I nodded, though I wasn't even certain that he could see me, and dropped my
small
purse, still clutching my phone.  Unhooking my bra was somewhat difficult with one of my hands full, but I managed.  Soon, my small breasts were fully exposed to the rising moon, the dim light staining them a milky white.  I hoped my master like what he saw.

Whether he did or not, I still had to wait.  It seemed like this was the longest wait of all, too.  It was many long minutes before my phone buzzed again, and I was beginning to shiver rather violently, my arms hugging my body for warmth.

Underwear.  And drop your phone, too.

"Yes, master," I whispered, my finger unclenching and letting the phone drop.  It hit my purse, then skittered a few inches across the deck.  It may had gotten damaged, but I just didn't care.

I slipped my panties off easily, letting them drop onto the deck.  I was naked now.  Naked not just to my maser, but the world.  If anyone saw me, they would only be able to grasp the utter and complete amount of control Mr. Hendricks exuded over me.  It was such an overwhelmingly erotic thought, I couldn't help myself.  I closed my eyes and sli
d my hands over my breasts, moaning softly as I hit those sensitive nubs that were my nipples.  I wanted to feel so much more.

Before I could be any naughtier, and perhaps cross the line to disobedience, I heard the click of a deadbolt being slid home
, and a door creaking open
.  My eye
lid
s flew
up
, and there he was, at the door.  My master.

I wanted to run to him, feel his embrace, his arms curl around me, his warmth and power, but I knew better.  Instead, I froze, waiting for his command.

For many moments he stood there, staring at me.  I blushed, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed, and dropped my head, a curtain of blonde hair falling in my face.

“Look up at me,” he commanded, and I did so.  “You’re not to speak tonight.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but immediately closed it.  He gave me a command, and I would have to follow it.  I wasn’t to speak at all.

“Come to me,” he said, and I took small steps towards him.  I wanted to run, to fling myself into his arms, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Not tonight.  When I crossed the threshold into his house, he shut the doors, leaving my clothes, my phone, my purse, everything that belonged to me outside.  In here, there was nothing of mine.  Everything belonged to my master, and so did I.

He took my hand, and led me through the kitchen, down the hall, and up the stairs, to his bedroom.  The usual place.  I looked all around me, taking in my surroundings as if with new eyes.  I felt so vulnerable and naked, like a newborn.  And perhaps, in a way, I was newly born.

My eyes closed in on that black box on the nightstand.  That thing had taunted me all these weeks with unsaid promises, and statements I couldn’t make.  The words desperately wanted to spill from my lips as he led me to the bed, but I couldn’t speak.  I wanted so badly to tell him he could have me, but he had ordered me not to talk, and I would obey.

My master now lay me on the bed.  He didn’t tie me down, or use any restraint, other than his voice.  But that was all he needed.  He gave his commands in single words, and I understood them all immediately, and I obeyed.

“Legs,” he said roughly, and I spread them apart.  I could already feel that familiar pulsing throb in my body, my blood sounding a tempo in my veins as it coursed downward, making my clit throb powerfully.  I wanted him now.  Every other thought was driven from my mind, except for that one.

He climbed on top of me, facing me.  He was still fully clothed, and I could sense the imbalance.  His clothes protected him, hid his mood, while I was absolutely vulnerable and at his mercy.

“Eyes.”  I closed my eyes, swallowing.  My mouth suddenly felt dry and cottony, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.  I didn’t think I could speak, even if I was allowed to.  I heard a rustling, a movement of some object, and then a click.  The box.

“You know the word, if you object,” he said, speaking his first full sentence of the session.  I obediently kept my eyes firmly screwed shut as I felt the cool metal
on my skin.  The collar.  He was collaring me.

I always imagined this to go differently.  I thought I would be able to tell him, verbally accept his offer, and here he was, just taking me, not e
ven knowing whether I wanted it
or not.

Of course, I knew I could reject it.  I knew I could sit up, open my eyes, and say that word.

But I wouldn’t.  This is wanted I wanted.

Still, my heart fluttered and raced as he screwed the metal contraption together, locking it with a tiny silver key than I knew he would keep chained around his neck.  I restrained a smile.  We would both be wearing things around our necks, from now on.

After he finished fiddling with the metal ring, I heard another rustle, and felt his rough, chapped lips brush against my neck.  “You are mine now.  At the end of the summer, you will come here, and live with me.”  As he spoke his hands snaked their way up my sides, leaving the usual electricity behind as they settled on my shoulders.

“But,” he continued, “if you decide at any time during the summer that you don’t want this, all you have to do is say this word.”  He whispered a new word into my ear.  “Acknowledge.”  I nodded silently.  I knew the word.  It was fittingly paired to my safe word.  “Good.”  I could almost hear the smile in his voice.  “All you have to do is say that word, and you will be released.  I will help you get into college at th
at
point, with my connections.  But until then, you are mine.”

He fingered the metal collar with his thick, weathered fingers.  “Consider this an engagement collar.  I will officially take you as my slave at the end of summer.”

I nearly replied, but caught my tongue.  That was close.  I wanted to be perfect for him, from now
on
.  I nodded instead.

I now felt his lips brush lightly against my own, and I returned the kiss passionately.  I wanted to move, to curl my arms and legs around his body, to feel the solidness of his body, but I knew I had to obey his orders and remain still.

“Very good, my pet,” he said when he pulled away.  I kept my eyes closed when I felt his weight leave the bed, not even tempted to open them a crack
to see what he was doing.  I heard the rustle of fabric though, and I could guess what he had planned.

Indeed, he was on me in a matter of minutes, and I could feel his naked body against my own, his coarse, time-worn skin brushing against my own youthful form.  He pressed downwards, his body overwhelming me and forcing me into s
tillness as he kissed
my neck, my collar bone, then moving downwards and sucking on my erect nipple.  I gasped, a tiny whimper escaping my lips, and he slapped my unattended breast.

“Remember, no noise.”

I silently nodded.

He was quickly thickening – I could feel his erection against my thigh as he sucked on my
aching
nipple, his hand now fondling my other breast with more care.  I wanted to moan, buck up against him, beg for him to take me.  I wanted to feel that cock of his spread me wide again.  It had been so long since I felt that.

But he commanded silence from me, and I obeyed.  I wanted to please him.

My eyes still closed, I could only focus on my other senses.  I could hear his heavy breathing, the wet sound of his lips against my skin as he moved lower and lower on my body.  His fingers trailed down my flesh, sliding under my and cupping handfuls of my ass.  His touch was like fire on my skin, leaving sparking trails of desire.  My body continued to pulse with need for him, even as he teased me.

I knew he was teasing himself, too.  He couldn’t last much longer.

I was right.  Abruptly, he stopped, groaning slightly as he moved, maneuvering himself into a position to take me, now.  I gave out a silent juddering breath, and it took all my strength to not move, to be patient, to wait for him.  I was his, and he would do with me as he wished.  I had to wait.

Finally,
finally
, I felt the tip of his rock hard cock move up and around my slick folds.  But still he would
n't
penetrate me, he only teased me with that glorious sensation of his hard dick against my labia.  I wanted to scream.

Patience, I needed patience.  I heard a low chuckle, and I knew he was laughing at my twitching, shuddering body.  He knew how much I wanted him.  How much I needed him.

Still, I obeyed.  It took every drop of resolve in my young, teenaged brain, but I obeyed him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and then he thrust.

My entire body tensed up like a bowstring when he entered me.  God, he was so big, he entered me nearly too fast, but I took him, and I took him in silence, just as he commanded me to.  “Very good girl,” he groaned as he sunk the length of that thick cock inside my dripping wet entrance.  “That’s a good pet.”

I nodded, my eyes screwed shut, my teeth gritted against the huge amounts of pleasure he was giving me.  “Remember what I said,” he grunted, and withdrew.  He felt so wonderful.

He dug in again, and my hands crabbed, gripping the sheets tightly in an effort to no
t
moan, or scream, or even utter a whisper.  I wished I could see him.  I loved seeing the pleasure on his face as he fucked me, but he didn’t say I could open my eyes
, so I kept them tightly shut
.  He was thrusting now, slowly but roughly, pushing my body against the bed.  I gripped the sheets tighter, trying to keep myself in place for him.