An Adorable Slave

Prologue

 

Maura snuggled in against Preston with a contented sigh. The sex with him had been great. Not fantastic—it hadn’t been that perfect. Not just good either—it was better than that. She felt used and exhausted and tingled all over. Sometimes she was convinced these conferences were little more than excuses for colleagues to hook up in the hotel bar afterwards. She was fine with that. She intertwined her fingers with Preston’s and raised them up to the ceiling. Their bodies were tangled up in the sheets and both were still breathing faster than normal. That was good. There was a fine layer of sweat over her body testifying to her physical exertion from riding Preston’s cock. That was good too. Maybe she would take a shower in a little bit and get all the sweat off her body. Normally she showered after sex and was careful to get the man’s semen out of her pussy but Preston had used a condom so there was no immediate need for washing.

Almost out of the blue she found herself saying, “You’re the best lay I’ve had in the past year at one of these ridiculous conferences.”

“Thank you for the compliment. You’re the only lay I’ve had at one of these ridiculous conferences in the past year.”

“Oh.” She paused in her thoughts. “That makes me sound like a slut.”

“Little bit,” he said.

That made her laugh. “I just like sex.”

“I’m also about ten years older than you. It’s harder for an old man to pick up women in hotel bars after a conference.”

“You aren’t that much older than me.”

“Old enough. And there’re never enough women at these events.”

“Ha.” Even casual conversation was easily with Preston, just like the casual sex had been. “Would you have approached me if I hadn’t hunted you down at the bar?”

“No,” he answered flatly. “I just have enough trouble keeping myself from drinking stupid. I can’t focus on women unless they come after me.”

“That makes you sound like an alcoholic narcissist.”

“Gee. Thanks.”

She laughed at him and rolled on top of his chest, looking up into his slate blue eyes. Her hand reached down under the covers and cupped his soft cock. She had made it rise twice already that night and she was wondering if she could perform the same trick a third time. “I’d love to get in bed with you again,” she said. “After the conference. Not that I’m looking for something serious just now,” she hastened to add.

Preston’s expression darkened for just a second, she barely caught the unhappy look in the weak light of the hotel room. “Thanks for the compliment,” he said politely, “but I’m not sure if that’s possible.”

The moment after he spoke the words his meaning sunk in. “Shit. You’re married, aren’t you?” She grabbed his left hand and inspected the third finger for a tell-tale tan line from a missing wedding band, but between the weak light and his skin tone she couldn’t discern if he had taken off his ring before entering the bar. Maura wasn’t completely without morals. She didn’t actively pursue married men.

“Well, it’s complicated.”

“Shit and fuck. I knew it. Every time I lay a guy he’s just trying to get some on the side because his wife is a shrew or frigid.” Maura got out of his bed and started hunting around the room for her clothes which had gotten strewn everywhere when they had undressed each other.

“No, no,” he assured her. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“What, you’re married and getting a divorce and you already have a girlfriend. Complicated that like?” The sarcasm dripped from her lips. The light in the room was too dim to find her panties. She flicked on the desk lamp and spotted them next to the floor lamp.

“Not at all like that,” Preston replied somewhat taken aback. He sat up in the bed. “I can’t imagine getting divorced—”

“I knew it,” she cut him off.

“But I am seriously involved with someone—”

“You’ve got a slampiece?”

He looked blankly at her. “You don’t seem the type to use that sort of language.”

“When I get angry I forget that I’ve been to college and am—underneath this all—a nice girl from the suburbs.” She pulled on the pink panties and sat down on the edge of the bed to hook her bra around her torso. Her fingers were trembling with anger so it was difficult to say the least.

“Would it help if I told you that the other woman wouldn’t get upset if she knew we had sex tonight?”

“No, it wouldn’t, because I’d know you were lying and that would make it worse.”

“Would it help if you met her?”

Maura opened her mouth for another smart reply but found she didn’t have one. “No!”

“If I’m really the best lay you’ve had in a year why not come to my place next weekend and you can meet my significant other and we’ll sort everything out.” His demeanor was calm and collected as if he did this sort of thing every other day.

“I’m busy next weekend,” Maura said and then realized he was actually proposing a three-way with her and some woman she had never met. That started her seething again.

“The weekend after next then?”

“No, I’m not into whatever kinky weird shit you might be into.” She couldn’t find her blouse and was positive it was somewhere in the sheets of the bed that Preston still occupied. Standing up, she considering making a mad dash back to her own room wearing just the bra.

“What weird kinky shit are you into?” he asked. “Do you just sleep around or do you have your own special little kinks?”

His question made her angry because it was none of his damn business and he should have known from the way they had fucked. “I’m the dominant,” she barked at him. “I’m the one in charge.”

Preston nodded thoughtfully. “You’re a domme. Makes sense. I’ve never had a woman order me around so much in bed before.”

“Ha ha,” she glibly commented.

“The woman I’m involved with is my consensual slave. She’s very submissive. She’ll do anything you tell her. Anything.”

Despite herself Maura found her interest piqued. “Really. Anything?”

“Anything short of involving children, animals, permanent marking, or anything blatantly illegal.”

The way he said the words let her know that he had said them before, that they were practiced and they were familiar to him. “You’ve worked that shit out with her, huh?”

“Of course.”

“And you’re into it as well?”

“Like I said, we have a complicated relationship.”

“I’ve never been involved in a three-way before,” she said, half changing the subject, “but I always imagined it being with two men, not a man and a woman.”

He shrugged. “If you want I can have her go out and pick up a man for us.”

The ridiculousness of the statement made Maura sink back down to the bed and laugh her head off. When she had recovered enough to speak she said, “You can just snap your fingers like that and she’ll go out and pick up a man for me.”

“Beth is very resourceful.”

“I’d like to see that,” Maura declared.

“Good,” he said and held out his hand to her. “Why don’t you come back to bed and show me how resourceful you are?”

 

Chapter One

 

Preston’s house was nice, Maura had to grant him that. The house was in a semi-private cul-de-sac at the far edge of a suburban development that had never been completed. There were two other houses on the long street and one other across the way of the cul-de-sac. That was it. It was a muted-tan, nothing splashy or showy. She liked that. Outside were two cars and that made Maura’s heart start to race a bit. That meant that Beth was already there. Or maybe Preston owned two cars? Who needed two cars?

With that thought Maura realized she had been sitting in the car for five minutes and had gotten to the point where she was only just delaying the inevitable. Had she come to his house for a dirty weekend and to see the woman he claimed was his consensual salve or not? Now was the time to put the car in reverse to back down the short driveway to make a clean getaway. But Maura wasn’t that type of girl. She wanted to find out if Preston was a liar or a braggart. And deep down she had an intense curiosity about his claim. What type of woman was a consensual slave to this man who worked for the state government as an accountant? Except for his outstanding love-making skills he was almost drearily dull.

Not really thinking about what she was doing, Maura got out of the car and headed for the front door. She started to come to her senses right after she rang the bell, but by then it was too late. Preston answered the door in short order. He was casually dressed in khaki pants and a polo shirt, the height of suburban fashion. Almost immediately Maura got a little weak in the knees and damp in the panties. It wasn’t that he was incredibly handsome. He was handsome enough with his blue eyes and black curly hair, but otherwise he didn’t stick out at all. The reason she had these reactions was because she knew what was supposed to happen and she couldn’t wait to see the results of the weekend.

“Hello,” he said warmly. “I’m glad you decided to come inside. You’ve been sitting outside so long I was certain you were just going to leave.”

Maura’s face flushed with embarrassment at being caught, but she pushed on, ignoring his comment. “Just gathering my thoughts,” she said and learned forward to kiss him lightly on the cheek. It was a perfectly innocuous gesture that anyone observing would think nothing more than an affable greeting from an old friend, not that anyone was around to observe them. “Should I grab my bag from the car now?”

“Let me,” he said stepping out of the door but leaving it wide open. She peered inside but saw nothing more than a plain middle-class house inside. Together they walked back to her car where she unlocked the trunk and he removed the overnight bag.

“Oof. It’s awfully heavy. How many days did you pack for?” He winked at her and they walked back to his house. She paused for just half a second before stepping inside.

Inside was completely normal. Preston put her bag on the bottom step of the stairs. Maura turned to him and asked, “What do you have planned for us?” She didn’t know what else to ask and what to expect. During their brief phone conversations and text messages, they hadn’t discussed details and particulars all of which seemed suddenly important to her.

“Dinner, sex, relaxation,” he told her. “Not necessarily in that order. You pick one.”

“Can I make a request outside of those three?”

“Sure.”

“I want to meet Beth.”

He paused for a moment and then said, “No. Not right now. She’s busy for the moment.”

Maura frowned. “What is she doing that’s so important that I can’t meet her for a minute?”

“You’ll find that out later.”

“Huh. Is she even here?”

Preston replied, “Yes,” but didn’t add anything more.

“So when do I get to meet her?”

“Later tonight.” He then bluntly changed the subject. “Sex or dinner first? I’m inclined toward sex because after I eat I don’t want to have sex right away.”

“Okay, sex first.”

Preston led the way up the stairs to his bedroom. It was a bit awkward following him upstairs knowing that someone else was going to be in the house while they fucked. It was also a little strange going through the whole process just to arrive at a near-stranger’s house to have sex. But once she walked into his bedroom and he whirled around to grab her, kiss her, and push her down on the bed all of those fears and concerns were gone. They went through the process of pulling off clothes quickly. She had worn a comfortable bra for the car ride along with an inelegant but comfortable pair of plain white cotton panties. Her skirt and blouse were already gone when she rolled on top of him and yanked off his shirt. He helped the process along but unbuttoning his pants and pushing them off along with his underwear.

After quickly licking her lips, Maura straddled his legs, bent her head, and took his semi-soft cock in her mouth. It was just like she remember from two weeks earlier. His smell was musky and sweet. His dark nest of pubic hair was trimmed closely to the skin and his balls were freshly shaven. She had never before fucked a guy who shaved his balls, but when she took them in her mouth, Maura had quickly decided that it was a necessary bit of grooming for men. Sucking on his balls was so much more pleasurable when there weren’t bits of hair tickling the back of her throat.

Inside her mouth his cock quickly got hard. While she wanted to take that as a compliment to her fellatio skills, she knew it was more than likely because he was eager to fuck her again. Absence might not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly makes the cock grow harder. Once he was sufficiently hard Maura released her hold on his genitals. “Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I wanted you.” She looked up at him with soft eyes, playing with his expectations, and stroking his length as she spoke.

He wasn’t charmed by her game. “Was it me you wanted or sex with any guy who had a reasonably hard dick?”

She scoffed at him. “I’m just giving you a second chance at some quality pussy. And almost any hard dick will do when I’m really horny.”

“Well, since I’m horny too…” he reached over and pulled open the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom.

“You don’t need that,” Maura assured him. “I’m safe.”

“Really?” he asked doubtfully.

“I’m a nice girl from the suburbs. I don’t want any diseases or babies. Are you giving me either of them?”

“I’m disease-free,” he said, “but I haven’t had a vasectomy.”

“The same goes for me,” she told him. Her hand was still around the base of his cock and she gave him one more lick before she was done. “I like the feel of cum in my pussy.” Maura got up on her knees and pulled down her panties revealing the small triangle of light brown hair that barely covered her pussy. Moving quickly she straddled his hips, lowered herself so that the head of his cock was nudging inside her opening, and then paused. “Last chance to say no to some dirty sex.”

In response he pushed his hips up into her. Maura’s pussy was wet and she was horny; he slid easily up into her pussy. They both grunted with satisfaction. Maura ground down on him, feeling her clit press against his pubic bone, before she set up a steady rhythm of up and down motions, riding his cock. She bit her lower lip and concentrated on the sensations going on inside her body.

“You left on your bra.”

“Take it off me then.”

Preston reached up behind her and, showing more skill than she would have given him credit for, deftly unhooked the bra from her body. A second later he flung it away and palmed her breasts. “You’ve got great tits,” he complimented her.

“Uh-huh,” the replied absently. Maura had put all her weight on her knees and was now moving her hips rapidly up and down, trying to fuck her way to an orgasm. She needed it desperately at the moment and wasn’t going to let herself get distracted by his chatter.

Preston was just along for the ride. He watched her in fascination as she took charge of the love-making and brought about her orgasm. He wasn’t anything more than a tool to her but that was fine with him. Her shout of triumph as she came was music to his ears and he watched as she settled back on her legs, his hard cock still inside her, as she recovered from the orgasm.

“I love a woman who knows how to make herself cum,” he commented.

“I learned how to make myself cum when I was sixteen and found my brother’s stash of dirty books.”

“Good for you.”

“I want to cum once more before you do.” She started humping up and down again, but her body was tired and the energy wasn’t there. Though it was obvious from her demeanor and the way she handled herself in bed that Maura was a dominant, she didn’t always have the physical strength to continue sex beyond exhaustion.

“Let me,” Preston told her and grabbed her body, rolling her over to where he was on top of her. He only thrusted a few times into her before she him away.

“No. No missionary.”

“You liked it the last time we fucked.”

With that suggestion Preston shrugged and got off her, allowing Maura to turn around and get on her hands and knees. When he moved to mount her she reached back between her legs and guided him into her pussy. Their bodies fit together like a perfect lock and key. In this position it was easy for her to stay still while he did all the work. That was fine. She let him do as he needed. His hands on her ass and hips felt nice. He was constantly caressing her and she liked that. It made her feel that she was the one being worshipped, as was appropriate. If not for her he would be stuck jerking himself off.

But that thought was wrong. There was another woman in the house he could use for sex. Maura knew that and it bothered her. But that thought was swept aside as he continued to fuck her. His cock reached the right spot inside her body and it made her shiver once, then twice, and finally a third time before she came again, this time with a little more dignity, but a lovely moan escaped her lips regardless.

“Good?” he asked her.

“Yes. Very good. I forgot how good you were.” His cock was still hard inside her. Now that she had her pleasure twice she wanted him to cum. She had a need for him to cum. “Cum in me,” she urged him.

Preston didn’t need to be told twice. He started thrusting again, this time twice as fast as before. She could feel his hard cock deep inside her pussy. It was harder than most of the men she had fucked in her lifetime. Was that just an altered memory or was he that good? It didn’t matter. When he came the spray of semen drenched her insides and it was enough to push her over the cliff once more. It was a good, hard orgasm for Maura and she practically screamed into the pillow to make her pussy stop quivering around his cock as it slowly softened and finally withdrew.

She stayed on her hands and knees until she felt his cum start leaking out her pussy and down the insides of her thighs. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to clean up a little.”

He pointed and she quickly wiped away his leaving and used the toilet before returning to the bedroom. While she was gone Preston had pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a soft t-shirt. She didn’t feel at all underdressed next to him. She liked to be naked with her lovers.

“Ready for some dinner?” he asked her.

In response her stomach rumbled. “Yes. I’m starved for something more than cock. Are you cooking?”

He shook his head and laughed. “No. Not at all.”

“Is your little slave doing it then?” she asked. “Is that where she’s been, making our dinner?”

He shook his head once more. “No. We’re ordering in. What is your fancy?”

“Choices?”

“Pizza, Chinese, Italian deli, there’s a place up the road that will deliver anything off their menu…”

“Chinese.”

“Let me get you the menu of the place I like. But first you need to meet Beth.”

Her ears pricked up at the mention of the other woman in Preston’s life and her hunger disappeared. A slave was much more interesting than mediocre Chinese take-out. She wanted to be prepared for meeting her first consensual sex slave, but wasn’t exactly sure how to go about doing so, however, doing it while completely unclothed seemed unwarranted. Though Preston was dressed casually she wanted to put on a slightly more elegant show. “What should I wear?” she found herself asking Preston.

He looked her up and down. “I think you’re extremely well-dressed right now.”

She smirked at him. “Ha ha. Very funny. Would you mind going downstairs and grabbing by bag?” Although she wasn’t a shy or self-conscious woman, Maura found that she didn’t have the courage to go wandering around a near-stranger’s house in the nude. Preston gave her his lop-sided grin and disappeared out the door. There was nothing for Maura to do but wait. After a minute he returned with her bag. She said nothing and simply opened up the small case and removed a short black nightgown. It was mostly lace with a few silk panels and barely reached the top of her thighs. Preston nodded with approval.

“You should find this interesting,” he said as he led her down the stairs. She wondered if they were going to the house’s basement, to some secret dungeon where he had the mysterious Beth chained to post or maybe in a cage with a ball gag in her mouth waiting desperately to be relieved of her torment.

Instead of the basement Preston brought her to the back of the house to a room that must have been intended as a guest bedroom. As she turned the corner from the a hallway Maura was hoping to see Beth tied to the bed, probably naked, maybe with some nipple clamps on her bare breasts and a toy up her twat. That wasn’t the case. What she saw was a rather plain bed and desk taking up most of the space in the room along with an overstuffed bookcase along one wall. In the far corner stood a woman with thick black hair pull back into a bun. She was staring at the corner, studying something Maura couldn’t see. She was wearing a short tweed skirt and a plain white blouse. Only after stepping into the room did Maura notice the thigh high stockings the other woman was wearing. The tops didn’t reach the hem of the skirt. At first glance the outfit wasn’t overly sexual. After a second look it was unmistakably designed to display the wearer’s body. Maura noted the lack of a bra and wondered what Beth was hiding under the skirt.

“Beth, I’d like you to meet someone. Please turn around. This is Maura.”

Maura’s eyes went to the back of Beth’s head and noticed the inch wide strip of leather around her neck, barely hidden by her ample hair and bun, as the slave turned around. Beth was smiling and held out her hand to Maura as if they were greeting each other in some business meeting. Maura was right, Beth wasn’t wearing a bra; her shirt was open nearly to her waist, showing the bare space between her breasts but nothing else. The collar around her neck was black and sported a silver buckle and D-ring. Her smile was genuine and as Maura shook her hand she said, “I’m so pleased to meet you, Preston has talked so much about you. If there’s anything I can do to serve you, please let me know.” Her voice was low and soft. It was impossible for her to determine Beth’s exact age, certainly she wasn’t in her twenties but neither was she much older, yet the way she spoke and held herself gave Maura the impression she was a very mature, sophisticated woman.

Maura took Beth’s hand and shook it; she was taken aback. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all. She didn’t know what to say. The best she could come up with was, “What were you looking at on the wall?” If Beth was the least put off by Maura’s black lace nightie she didn’t give anything away. Maybe this was perfectly normal for Beth.

“I was just doing my corner time, practicing my obedience for Preston.”

“Oh.” It took Maura a moment to realize this was the same punishment many parents would give defiant children, making them stand in a corner for an allotted amount of time. She wondered what Beth had done to upset Preston to hand out such a punishment.

Before she could ask about what was going on Preston patted his thigh. He had taken a seat on the edge of the bed. “Speaking of which,” he said to Beth. She just nodded and went over to him, laying her body across his legs. “I think you need to practice your counting today.”

“Yes, Sir.”

This was obviously a practiced ritual. Maura looked on in fascination. She wasn’t at all surprised when Preston pulled up the hem of Beth’s skirt with a little bit of assisting wiggle from Beth thereby exposing her upturned panty-covered fanny. Maura had to stifle a smile when she realized that Beth was wearing the exact same brand and style of white cotton panties as she had been not an hour earlier.

Her heart started to pound in her chest as Preston lowered Beth’s panties just barely onto her thighs, revealing her smooth, firm ass buttocks for Preston and Maura to gaze upon. Maura didn’t know what to think of how casually Beth shed her clothing in front of a stranger. Maybe she had done this exact same thing before. Certainly the woman wasn’t shy.

“Maura would you open the top dresser drawer and take out the gloves inside?” Preston politely asked her.

It was in no way an imposition to her. Maura wanted to see what would transpire between these two even though she was certain she knew what was going to happen. Inside the drawer were many items. On the far left was a pair of thin black leather driving gloves. Those were what Preston wanted. Going from the left to the right were common household items that slowly changed to adult toys. There was a leather belt, a ping-pong paddle, a coil of cotton clothesline along with a handful of clothespins, some moisturizing lotion, a folded up length of satin material that Maura imaged would work either as a blindfold or a way to bind someone’s hands or ankles, two vibrators—one pink and one blue—of the sort that could be ordered off the internet, a pear-shaped bit of metal that had an obviously fake blue jewel set into one end as a decoration, and finally a pair of leather collars thicker than the one Beth wore, along with a ball gag. She handed the gloves to Preston who pulled them on and snapped the closures on the back of the wrists. He glanced up at Maura who was standing nervously over him.

“They’re to protect my hands,” he told her. “You’d be amazed at the amount of abuse a well-trained ass can take.”

Maura opened her mouth but nothing came out. It didn’t matter. Preston quickly turned from her to address Beth.

“Ready?” Preston asked her.

“Yes, Sir.”

He ran his hand over one cheek slowly, as a warm up, caressing her like a lover—were they lovers? Maura wondered. They had to be—and then he quickly lifted one hand and brought it down with a satisfying smack on the middle of Beth’s ass.

It sounded painful and after a moment when a bit of pinkness started spreading from the point of impact it looked painful. Maura shivered remembering how her mother would discipline her when she was a little girl.