Except for this, of course.
Now nothing at all in my personal or professional life—or the world at large—was either of those things, but I didn’t care. I was excited to discover what my future with Max might hold. I was ready to be done being boring and predictable, and to become spontaneous and adventurous with him.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, as he’d instructed me to do when around others.
During the drive, he seemed to ignore me. I didn’t know if it was part of the training, or if he was just thinking. Either way, I remained silent and waited for him to speak first. It wasn’t long until I got used to the silence.
Closing my eyes, I listened to the hum of the engine as we sped out of the city, managing not to get stuck in traffic.
We pulled up a long, tree-lined driveway, and when I saw the house, my jaw dropped. I had seen similar mansions on TV and in movies, but I never thought I’d ever get to stay in such a place.
“Thank you, Cedric,” Max told the driver. “Go home and be with your family.”
“Sir,” the driver replied with a bow.
Max took me by the hand and led me up the front steps to the place I would call home for the immediate future.
“Did you eat enough?” he asked, hanging up my coat.
My stomach grumbled in response.
“No, Master.”
“Come with me.”
I’d heard that some of the greatest cooks in the world were men, but I never suspected my sweet master of being among their number. But the silver domed tray he presented me within the echoing chamber of his dining room carried some of the finest food I’d ever tasted.
“Have as much as you like,” he said as I made a pig of myself.
I ate as much as I could handle and then a little more when the dessert tray came out. I felt full. It hurt a bit, but it was the good kind of pain that comes from true satisfaction.
“Place your palms on the dinner table,” Max instructed me.
I obeyed him, laying both of my palms flat on the polished oak tabletop as he took the trays back to the kitchen. He returned a moment later, looking serious. I knew the first part of the training had begun.
“Stay here, in this position, until I get back.”
“Yes, Master.”
It seemed like such a simple task. What I didn’t know was that he would be gone for five hours.
My muscles trembled and ached, and it was all I could do to keep from leaning forward and laying my head on the table, but I did as he’d ordered and didn’t move an inch until he came back. I collapsed when I saw him, and tears of gratitude flowed down my cheeks.
“Good pet,” he cooed, holding me tight. “That’s my good pet. I’m proud of you for obeying. Now you get a reward.”
And I was proud of myself. I’d passed the first bit of training. Scooping me up into his powerful arms, he carried me to the bathroom and stripped me naked.
He drew a nice, warm bath and washed me all over, paying special attention to my pussy, asshole, and nipples. The sensation made me hum contentedly, and I wondered what else he might do.
“What would you like for a reward, Pet?”
Surprised, I sat up.
“I get to choose?”
“Of course. You did very well today. Name your reward.”
“Um, I’d love to try that thing. You know, from the list.”
I refused to meet his eyes.
“Look at me and tell me what you want.”
Slowly, I lifted my face.
“I, uh, I want to taste you.”
“Say it.”
My lips firmed, but then I rolled my shoulders back, and said, “I want you to put your cock in my mouth.”
“That’s what you want as your reward?”
“Yes, Master.”
He chuckled.
“Your wish is my command.”
Chapter 8 - Max
“Lie on the bed and close your eyes.”
Without question or hesitation, Charli did as I asked. Her small but magnificent tits fell to the side, and her nipples constricted and hardened. She was everything I needed.
Longer than necessary, I perused her body, memorizing every freckle, every dimple, every rise and fall of her chest.
I undressed, and when I was naked, my hard cock twitched, rejoicing at its freedom, and aching to sink into her virgin hole.
I stepped onto the bed and positioned myself. My knees were on either side of her shoulders, and my balls brushed against the delicate skin on her chest.
I grasped the headboard and said, “Open your mouth but keep your hands by your sides.”
Desire clouded her eyes, and she opened her sweet mouth for me. For a few seconds, I did nothing. I simply studied the minuscule expressions flickering across her perfect face.
She gave an irritated wiggle, and I smiled at her impatience. Giving her the reward she requested, I slid the tip of my cock into her waiting mouth. Instinctively, she closed her lips around the intrusion but did nothing else.
She didn’t play. Didn’t suck. Didn’t move.
Without warning, I plunged deep until she gagged. I watched for signs of distress, and when I saw none, I fucked her mouth with punishing, demanding strokes, pushing deeper each time.
If I didn’t think she was capable of deep throating, I wouldn’t have done it.
My body screamed for release, but I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Before I reached the edge of no return, I withdrew my cock and glanced down at my glistening shaft, now covered with her saliva.
“Keep your mouth open,” I ordered and slowly dipped my balls into her
