Emerald Shores by bblovergirl

Emerald Shores by bblovergirl,

The heat of the day made my skin tingle and shiver. My skin simultaneously felt like it was on fire and freezing, and I sighed, staring out the window at the trembling oak leaves. I could only see them in brief lines, the blinds were drawn, and only the faintest light streamed in, shadowed light and dark, like prison bars onto the smooth white carpet. I heard a faint creak on the other side of the closed door and as quickly as I could I moved onto my knees. I kept my legs a shoulder- width apart, my hands clasped firmly behind my back, and my head down. Just as he taught me.

The door opened a moment later and he stepped into the room, my heart pounded in my chest, and my nipples hardened. I felt them poking into the thin fabric of my bra. The bra and panties I wore matched, white with little pink and red hearts dotted all over. He picked it out, and it was all I was allowed to wear. Despite how little I wore, I was still hot, still wet.

He stopped in front of me. I could only see his jeans and black socks. I waited, breathing softly. I knew by now the punishment for talking, for breaking the silence. Only a few seconds, but an eternity for me, until he pulled my hair and lifted my head up. He rested my lips on his crotch, and I held there, feeling the heat of his cock underneath.

“We are going to my parents cottage in an hour. I’ve packed your clothes already, and left your outfit for the car at the end of the bed. Don’t touch it. I’ll tell you when to put it on.”

His hand still held my hair tightly, and I held my breath, not wanting to defy him by making the slightest noise.

“I am going to my office. You have twenty minutes to get your toiletries together and placed on the bed. Then you will crawl to my office and get under the desk.”

He paused again, and I exhaled as softly as I could. I held back a whimper and tried to keep my legs still as a soft dripping ran down my thighs.

“Don’t move until you hear my office door close.”

“Yes Master.” I replied, and he patted me gently on the head.

He turned and walked away. With my head still down, I could just barely see his feet turn the corner around the door frame. I closed my eyes, listening to every sound, the click was almost imperceptible, but I heard it and that was enough. With a jolt, I stood upright and heaved myself out into the hall. My heart pounded, excitement flowing through me as I hurried to the bathroom. He had left a black case out on the counter and I stuffed my toothbrush and toothpaste inside. I grabbed a travel size body wash, shampoo and lotion, stuffing them into the case as well. That was all I could think of to pack.

I hurried to the bedroom and set the case down. I had no idea how long I had been, but I knew being early was always better. I stretched my back, bending down to touch the floor, before getting on my hands and knees. I crawled across the coarse carpet, my knees scraping against the hard fibers. I blushed as I crawled past an open window, scurrying like a bug as fast as I could, my cheeks flushed a deep red. I came to his office door, and reached up to softly turn the handle. He was at his desk, playing a video game. He knew I was there, his feet shuffling ever so slightly to the side to give me room to crawl underneath.

I crawled as fast as I could, taking my place at his side. He bent down, sighing as he had to pause the game to do so, and tightened my handcuffs around my wrists, securing them behind my back. I kept my head down, just as he had taught me, and waited for his permission to move between his legs.

“Get going!” He urged, slapping me firmly on the ass.

I yelped and moved under the desk. His pants were already undone, his flaccid cock hanging out, and I opened my mouth and began to suck. He paid me no attention, but I didn’t mind, I had a job to do and I was grateful for any opportunity to worship him. I lathered the velvety underside of his cock with my tongue, feeling it stiffen and widen, filling my mouth as he hardened. I took more of him, swallowing until I felt the head touch the back of my throat and I let myself choke on him. I knew to expect it, I had done it so many times before, and I knew the vibrations on his cock would give him pleasure. I focused on breathing through my nose, letting my throat do the work.

Through my gagging and choking, I could hear him moaning. A thrill went through me at the sound. I swelled with pride, saliva dripping down my chin and down my chest and through the narrow valley of my breasts. The drool felt cold to my burning skin and as it traveled down my belly I shivered, moaning as it formed a puddle in my bellybutton. My pussy matched the rushing flow, my pussy a gushing mound, no doubt leaving a puddle on the floor.

I heard his low growl. His cock stiffened in my mouth, stretching my already full lips, until there was no space left. My eyes watered, leaking tears down my red cheeks, mixing with my saliva, joining the river down my body. He cried out, and I suctioned my lips around his cock. A jet of cum erupted from his cock and I greedily drank it down. This was the first lesson he taught me. His seed was sacred, and I was to cherish and be grateful for every load he gave. So I drank, closing my eyes and savoring the salty flavor. His cock softened in my mouth until it lay limp, and I suckled it, cleaning off any vestiges of cum.

He pulled out, and I sat back on my knees. My pussy dripping and leaking juices down my leg. I was proud I hadn’t cum; he would have been displeased by that. I kept my head down, and watched my heaving breasts as I gulped and gasped, getting my breath back. He grabbed my chin, and lifted my face up. I looked into his cool blue eyes, amazed as always to see the desire and possessiveness that no doubt matched my own.

“Good girl.” He said.

Such a simple sentence, but one that I felt in the deepest part of my soul. I beamed with pride and kept still, waiting for him. He bent down and unlocked the handcuffs, motioning me to crawl out from the desk. I sat on my knees next to his chair, holding my hands in my lap.

“Wash up and put on the clothes that I set out for you. We will leave as soon as you are dressed. You may stand.”

I hurried up, making sure my ass swayed, giving him a good look at my ass before I rushed out of the room and followed his orders. I cleaned up and went into the bedroom. My toiletries bag was gone, and I picked up the clothes he had left and put them on. I glanced at myself in the mirror at the end of the bed, smoothing out the red midriff top. My bellybutton swayed with my stomach, and I adjusted the short jean shorts. They felt tight, almost too small for me. I smiled, knowing that was on purpose. He liked the way my ass looked in them, and that was enough for me.

He was already sitting in the driver’s seat when I went out to the car. He glanced at me, nodding his head in approval, before I sat down and buckled myself in. He stroked his finger down my stomach, fingering the gentle swell of my breasts before stuffing his finger deeply into my bellybutton. I let out a moan, and felt a dribble between my legs.

“No time.” He muttered to himself, putting the car in gear and driving forward.

I stared out the window, watching the trees pass by in a green and brown blur. I had met his parents once before, but I had never been to the cottage. I didn’t even know where it was. Was it an hour away, or five? I didn’t even know the location.

“Emerald Shores.” He said brusquely.

I jumped at the announcement. Had I spoken my thoughts around?

“What was that Master?” I asked.

“We are going to Emerald Shores. That’s the name of the lake the cottage is on. I know you are wondering.”

I blushed a deep red again. Apparently I am very easy to read. “Oh, thank you. I was wondering.”

“I know bitch. It’s about a two hour drive. We’ll talk about your clothes when we get there.”

My mouth was open as I stared at him. How could he possibly know everything I was thinking? I closed my mouth quickly, turning back to the window. I felt drowsy already, any car ride over five minutes did this to me and laid my head against the seat back.

“Take a nap babygirl.” He said, resting his hand on my leg. “It’s going to be a long day.”

“Yes Master.” I whispered back.

I must have slept the whole way. By the time I opened my eyes, we were pulling into the driveway of a large house. I could hear the sound of crashing waves in the background, and the smell of cool water in the air. I shivered, my skimpy outfit wasn’t enough to keep me warm. I felt his hand on my stomach, his finger tracing around my bellybutton before he stuck his finger inside.

“I brought you a light sweatshirt. You may wear it during lunch.”

“Thank you Master.” I whispered, my pussy dripping as he fingered my most sensitive hole. I whimpered and he smirked, pulling his finger out and handing me the sweatshirt.

“C’mon, I’ll grab the bag.” He said, then hesitated, smoothing my hair out of my eyes. “And don’t worry about my parents. I’ll be there, just snuggle against me if you get overwhelmed.”

“Thank you Master.”

He grabbed the bag from the car as I slipped the white sweatshirt over my shoulders, zipping it up to my breasts. I followed after him, holding his right hand with both hands. My heart beat loudly in my chest as we walked up to the thick wooden door. He set the bag down to knock and I had a second to breathe before it opened. A black haired woman answered the door, her face was smooth except for light wrinkles at the corner of her eyes.

“Tommy!” She cried, pulling him into a hug.

I blushed that I had forgotten his name, and I slunk back, my hands clenched on the white sleeves of my sweatshirt.

“Hi mom, this is Candace. Remember?”

Candance? The name was familiar, but it didn’t sound right coming from him.

“Yes, hello.” She said, giving me a quick cold glance. “Why don’t you come in? We’ve got a table ready out on the beach.”

“Thanks.” He said, holding my hand as he led me through the house and out the back.

I tried to keep from looking at the cold woman. I had only met her once before, and I couldn’t think of what I had done to offend her. He didn’t say anything, and I wondered if I had just made the whole thing up. It was something I would do. I gulped as we headed toward the beach. There must have been ten people sitting on the wooden picnic table stuck in the sand. A grill and a long table filled with food, flanked the picnic table and I kept my head down as he stood at the end. I whispered hellos and stood awkwardly at his side until he sat down.