“I agree,” Jasmine then added. That was the confirmation I wanted the most; she was the business analyst and advisor. If she would agree to this then everyone would really follow suit. “She’s a risk because she has no collateral except for her car and she has no experience. However, she has the skill and Marcus’ backing. I’ll take his word on it.”

Trevor then pulled out his checkbook, “How much do you want?”

Damon and Preston all followed suit. They were all ready to lend Natasha some money. This couldn’t have gone any smoother than this.

After securing the money from them I decided to stay a while and spend time with my friends. It was about time I relaxed for a bit and had a few drinks.

More importantly, I took the time to think about my next step. I had thirty-eight days left to dominate and own Natasha but my part of the deal was already done. I decided I wouldn’t tell her about it just yet. I had to play the long game for this one.

However, I felt this nagging feeling that I should tell her. Maybe if I did I could see her smile again and convince her to spend some time with me – on an actual date and not just for sex. Maybe then I’d get to dive deeper and get to know her on a personal level. Who were her parents, what were her dreams and why did she get into tattooing? Those were things I always pondered about but I couldn’t just ask her for the answers.

Merely thinking of dating her was a shock to me. I took a moment to reorganize my thoughts – was I seriously considering dating Natasha Benning? Perhaps I was slipping. I couldn’t get too attached to her. She was a slave. She was mine just to satisfy my sexual urges.

Yet the more I thought about her the more I wanted her by my side, giggling and talking to me about anything under the sun. I missed the sound of her voice, the smell of her skin and the way she’d look at me whenever she was lost in her own mind.

With Natasha’s image in my mind, I took another glass of wine and enjoyed the rest of the night.

13

Natasha

What kind of stupid mess did I get myself into? There was still time to quit. Hurriedly I got out of bed and threw my drawers open. I didn’t bother folding my clothes and simply tossed and shoved them into my luggage. Maybe I could leave for the first bus in the morning and make my way back home. I could sell the old car and just use the money to go back to college. I could just tell my mom it didn’t work out as I had hoped.

I then picked up my phone and started searching for the bus schedule. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. Marcus might be around to pick me up at anytime and I had no idea what kind of crazy, kinky play he would have in mind.

Yes! I pumped my fist in victory when I saw there was a bus scheduled for six in the morning. I could drive the car out tonight, sell it for cheap and then just get a motel room near the bus terminal. That’d be the best course of action.

I could leave this crazy place behind and forget all that happened here.

Yet when I picked up the pair of shorts that my mom had made for me the day I left, the very pair she had cut and torn from my old pair of pants, I couldn’t pack any further. I couldn’t understand why but I just sat on the bedroom floor gripping those shorts as tears began to flood down my eyes.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” I cried out loud. “I’m being such a fool. I can’t believe I let him fuck me in exchange for a fucking loan.”

My hands reached down and I slid one underneath my panties. My fingertips raced across the folds of my pussy and I gently touched my warm and moist womanhood. Even now it was anxious and I could feel the pressure between my legs.

Why was I wet? The realization that I was getting turned on by merely thinking of what Marcus did to me in his basement was horrifying.

Before long my mind began to trail and I started to imagine his long, massive cock once more. Even in the darkness of my dimly lit room I could picture how it looked before he’d slap my face, pry my mouth open and then shove it in deep. I could still feel how his shaft tore apart my pussy and ripped through my walls. I could still smell its scent after it had blown its load all over my body.

My body tensed up when I recalled how he had slapped me so roughly and how he plowed his cock into me like I was nothing more than a doll for him to toy with. Yet at the same time I felt elated recalling those instances but for reasons I could not yet understand.

It was then that I realized I was lying on the floor with my clothes off and my fingers digging deep into my pussy. It was then that I realized I was squeezing my breasts and moaning loudly like a whore, begging for my master to come and pound his way into me.

My lips parted and I felt the urge to moan and cry. I wanted to feel Marcus’ fingers and his heavy hand press down on my lips and play with my tongue. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine. Before I knew it I had spread my legs and raised them high, emulating the sensation I experienced when he first took me on that table.

A few more minutes passed and soon I had two fingers thrusting and sloshing in my pussy. I thrust them in and out, fucking myself as vigorously as I could as my vision went blind with the pure ecstasy overcoming my senses.

Everything became a whirl as my thoughts cycled to and fro with the memory of how he fucked me. I had never been handled so roughly in my life but it felt so natural. I wanted more of it and the more I thought of that night the more my orgasm built inside. I then recalled how my master had prevented me from cumming and how he told me I was not worthy of the pleasure just yet.

For a moment that made me pause. Should I cum now? Should I continue playing with myself? I bit down on my lip as I pondered if Marcus would ever find out. I then shook my head, figuring out that by this time tomorrow I’d be home. With a grin, I continued playing with my pussy until the pressure became too strong and I finally got to release.

“D-daddy please fuck me,” I moaned out softly as I felt the rest of my warm juices flow down between my legs. I shut my eyes and surrendered myself to the moment and it was that instance that I realized I couldn’t just leave.

I needed to try this again. I wanted to experience the real thing at least one more time.

“Why?” was all I could ask myself as I breathed heavily on the floor, covered in sweat and my own cum. Why did I love this?

There was only one way to find out the answer to those questions. I picked up my phone and scrambled to find Marcus’ number. I fumbled for a minute, pondering what to text, and in the end simply asked him, “Daddy, when can we meet again?”

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