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Taking Her Away

"It's alright," he said as their food arrived. "I just wanted to make sure we were clear. It's very important you understand the difference, going forwards."

The food was laid out and he started telling her a story about when he first started at the company, about his day at work...just talking to her, a successful man having a nice dinner with a beautiful woman.
 
For once, Jayde felt relaxed. It was so easy for her to just be herself around him. She listened to and spoke with him as they ate, loving how easy it was for the two of them to simply just talk.

He was different than any other man she had been with, almost the opposite of John, and the more time she spent with him, the closer she felt herself being drawn to him.
 
It was strange. He was....happy with her.

He'd never really been happy before, he didn't think. Content, yes. Comfortable often. Pleased a million times. But happy? No. He might have thought he'd been, but happiness hadn't happened until he was at that table with that woman. Happiness happened when they had a wonderful, pleasant dinner just a few hours after begging for his cock and taking his sadistic games.

Happiness, he realized, was a woman who could take what he liked dishing out and still have fun.

When the meal was finished, he stood and reached out a hand to her.

"Well," he said. "I believe you said you wanted to dance, and I really want to see you do it. I bet it's beautiful to watch, just like everything else you've done for me. Ready to show me?"

(Sorry I was absent yesterday.)
 
Throughout the meal, she couldn't help but wonder why she had to have found him after she had gotten married to John. Before, she had thought her marriage with him was great, but now that she had spent time with Mr. Harris, both in and out of the bedroom, she found herself wishing that she belonged to him instead. Obviously, she did in a sense, but she wanted to be his completely, with John out of the picture.

She smiled at him as she stood up, placing her hand in his. She blushed slightly at his comment, loving how everything he said made her feel so perfect. "Of course."
 
He lead her out onto the dance floor and began to lead her in the dance. It was an elegant tango, and it let him caress and control her as they danced, while at the same time giving her just enough freedom to let her feel wild.

Kind of like what he'd been doing to her everywhere, really.
 
Jayde smiled almost the entire time they were dance. It felt wonderful to be able to do something she enjoyed, with a person that she enjoyed even more. Though they were surrounded by others, she felt as if they were the only two in the room.
 
He ended the dance by pulling her to him, pressing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands roaming across her back, her soft chest crushed passionately against his hard, muscular one. The illusion that they were alone was broken by a sudden cheer and round of applause at the enthusiasm in his embrace.

"That was wonderful," he said. "But we'd better go. It's time to get you home."
 
She closed her eyes as their lips met, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. It was all so perfect. The dance, his kiss, feeling his body pressed against hers. She blushed slightly as she came back to reality, breaking their kiss.

Her look of happiness turned to disappointment as he spoke. Home. It didn't feel the same as it did before. Before, home was a place she loved going back to, but now she dreaded it. "I don't want to." she whined. "Can I please stay with you tonight?" Her eyes were hopeful as they stared into his.
 
"I don't care." she told him, holding his arm as they walked. She truly didn't. Even when he hurt her, she still ended wanting to be with him just as much as before. "I'll worry about him later.. please?"
 
"Alright," he said, smiling at her and taking her hand as he lead her back to the car. "I'd like that. I suppose I could use someone warm in bed with me tonight. Come on home with me, then. We'll spend a nice night together. I'll expect some special services in return though, slut.


"Oh, and the first of them? It's not Sir anymore. It's Master."
 
"Thank you." she said smiling, kissing him on the cheek briefly. The longer she spent with him, the easier it was to forget about John and her life back at home and pretend that she truly was his.

She hoped the special services he spoke of would include her receiving pleasure, but either way, she wouldn't complain. She was just happy that she was able to spend so much time with him.

"Yes master." A slight smile spread across her lips as the words came out of her mouth, feeling strangely right.
 
He took her home that night without saying a word, just letting his hand roam over her thighs and belly and chest as his other steered the car. When he forger into the house, he pulled her into another deep kiss and began to hike the dress up.

"Alright," he said. "Nothing fancy tonight. Just one long, hard fuck and then we go to sleep. And then in the morning I've got a few fantasies I've wanted to play out with you. And I just know you'll be a good little slave and play along with my games, right?"
 
Even though he wasn't doing much, she grew wet during the car ride as his hands roamed over her, wishing that his cock was inside of her. She walked quickly into the house, ready to take whatever he was going to give her.

Breaking their kiss, a smile spread across her lips. "Yes master." she said, pushing her lips against his once again as her hands wandered down to rub his cock through his pants, feeling him harden slightly.
 
It didn't take him long to get hard. She had that effect on him. He reached up and grabbed the straps of her dress, pulling them down so that the dress fluttered down to her ankles, leaving her exposed. He bit her gently on the neck and took her by the hand, leading her up to the bedroom.

He threw her on the bed and began to undress, preparing to fuck her through the night.
 
Jayde looked up at him eagerly, biting her lip slightly as she watched him undress. She spread her legs slightly, reaching down and rubbing her clit gently, making herself even wetter.

Suddenly, she heard her phone going off, John's ringtone playing. Sighing, she looked up at Mr. Harris, waiting to see if he would make her answer it, hoping he would just allow her to deal with it later. John was the last person she wanted to speak to.
 
He looked over at the phone for a minute. He considered answering it, hearing what he'd have to say...

But that would mess up tomorrow's plans. And he had some really fun plans for tomorrow.

He attacked her like a wild animal. No romance, seduction, or finesse; just biting and groping and fucking, a possessive, primal lust driving him to pound her harder and harder into his mattress.
 
She watched him, waiting to see what he would have her do, but out of know where, he was suddenly on top of her. She groaned as he bit her roughly, his hands grabbing her breasts as he forcefully pushed himself inside of her, a loud moan coming from her lips as he began to fuck her relentlessly within a matter of seconds.

There was nothing to build up to it, but she didn't care. She was willing to take him whatever what she could get.
 
He rode her hard, until they were both hit and sweaty. He used her almost like a fuck doll; taking what he wanted from her and moving on, now changing position, then rolling her over and forcing her cock down his throat, until they came together and collapsed in a panting, sweating heap.
 
Jayde laid still as they both finished, breathing heavily. "Thank you sir." she told him, still trying to catch her breath. Feeling the combination of both his and her sweat on her body, she sat up, looking over at him. "Can we get a shower?"
 
He reached up and casually slapped her across the face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, more loud than painful.

"That's not what you call me, slut," he said. "But once you've rembered who I am, yes, let's take a quick shower. Then bed. I've got such wonderful plans for tomorrow."
 
She stared at him in shock, unsure of what she had done to deserve the snap. Obviously, he had done worse things to her. Suddenly realizing what she had done, she quickly apologized. "I'm sorry master."

Standing up, she walked into the bathroom, turning on the water as she turned to see if he was coming. She was ready to get cleaned up and go to bed, hoping that his idea of wonderful would be something she would enjoy as well. Stepping into the shower, she stood under the hot water, letting it relax her.
 
He followed her into the shower and washed her, not letting it go farther than that, letting her worship his body as he adored hers.

When it was over, he lead her back to bed and fell asleep with her wrapped in his arms.

In the morning, she awoke to find him in the shower and an...outfit, laid out for her.

It was a maid outfit. Sort of. It was black, made of some clingy, plasticky material. It did nothing to cover her breasts, but the frilly white apron it came with did. It had high heeled shoes and back stockings and garter belt, no panties. The skirt was very short. There was even a frilly maid's cap. There was a note on top.

"Slave-

Get dressed and make us breakfast. Put your plate in the floor next to my chair. We're just getting started; I can't wait!

-master."
 
The shower was incredibly relaxing after the intense fucking, and by the time they had gotten out, she was more than ready for bed. Curling up next to him, she kissed his cheek before settling down. "Goodnight master." she told him sleepily, drifting off in a matter of minutes.

When she woke up the next morning, she was disappointed that he wasn't there, but hearing the water in the shower, she knew he wasn't far. Sitting up, she couldn't help but smile as she saw the outfit. Normally, it wasn't something she would even consider, but she knew it would be perfect to wear for him.

Climbing out of bed, she quickly put the outfit on, wanted to be dressed and have breakfast started before he was ready. Before going downstairs, she noticed her phone on the table, which she had turned on silent before the two of them went to bed. Grabbing it, she went down to the kitchen, getting started on breakfast.

It didn't take her very long to get everything prepared, and as the food was cooking, she set the table, but only for one. She wasn't the happiest about having to sit on the floor, but she wasn't going to complain. After getting the table set and setting her dishes on the floor, she brought the finished food over, dishing some out onto each plate.

Once everything was ready, she went over to where she had set her phone, checking it for the first time. 47 missed calls and 13 new voicemails, all from John. She knew she had to call him before he did something irrational, but what the hell was she supposed to say?
 
He came downstairs to see her looking at her phone and smiled.

"Now I know you're not thinking about some other guy when you're supposed to be with me," he said. "Let it go. We'll have a nice breakfast, and then I've got someone coming over in an hour for a meeting. It'll all work out, slave."
 
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