Her Father, My Master: Enthralled (4 page)

So instead of prying any further, I
went into the shower.  It was just as I remembered – a white floor and white
tiles that were starkly cold against my bare feet, and a red curtain and bath
mat.  It seemed Mr. Hendricks had anticipated my need for a shower.  There was
already a towel and washcloth in place, and they were also red.  I swept the
curtain back, and noticed that the shower was utterly clean and devoid of any
other products.  Maddie well and truly was gone.

And I was here.

As I stepped into the shower, I let
the realization of what I'd done wash over me yet again, even as water washed
over my body, sluicing away the sweat and grime that my work had brought.  I
couldn't shake the feeling that I was ruining my life, by doing this.  I was
denying myself the opportunity to go to college.  I would never go to a frat
party, or join a sorority.  I would never have the ridiculous debauched sex that 
knew college students had.  I'd seen enough college movies to know what went
on.  And what I would never experience.

But, I reminded myself, I had
something else.  Something no other girl I knew would get to experience; an
opportunity to explore a unique dynamic, unlike any other I'd ever experienced. 
While I'd seen plenty of movies and shows on college life, I'd seen very little
on this, this slave and master scenario.

It was worth it.  It had to be.

But whether it was worth it or not
was beside the point, now.  This was the position that I was in.

I stepped out of the shower now,
feeling much cleaner.  It was amazing what a little cold water could do to me. 
My mind felt clean, as well as my body.  And though I had my doubts, I felt
better about my position, as well.  Though, I was still somewhat uncertain. 
Mr. Hendricks was asking me to do things that I wasn't sure I'd be able to do
at all.  I'd never been much good at cooking, or cleaning.  I didn't realize
that the slave aspect would well and truly be a... well, a slave.  I supposed
it was what was expected of me, in exchange for food, shelter, and his paying
for my college courses.

Did that make me a whore?

I shuddered at the thought.  I
couldn't believe that of myself.  I enjoyed our dynamic, and so did he, and
that was all I needed to know.

I went back to my room, to continue
unpacking.

Chapter
3

By the time seven rolled around,
I'd done everything that was on my list, and I was ridiculously proud of
myself.  Not only did I get everything unpacked and put away, I managed to
clean to kitchen to what I hoped would meet my master's exacting demands.  Not
that it was terribly dirty in the first place – just an oil spattered stove and
a sink full of dirty dishes.  I realized that I was cleaning up the remnants of
my master's last breakfast with his daughter, as I scraped crusty egg from a
skillet.  We were all entering the next stages of our lives, not just me.

I briefly wondered what Maddie was
doing.  As the summer progressed, I found myself less and less able to be angry
with her.  I still couldn't even begin to understand why she did what she did,
and I still didn't forgive her, but I found wasting the emotions and anger on
her less worthwhile with each passing day.  I could thank my master for being
able to look at things so logically.

Mr. Hendricks came home exactly at
the time he specified on the schedule.  He smiled the moment he stepped in the
door, as the house was clean and filled with the smell of barbecued chicken,
the meal he'd requested.

“Good girl,” he said, patting my
shoulder as he passed me in the kitchen, and I swelled with pride.  I'd done
everything he'd asked me to do, and I'd done a good job of it to boot.  I could
do this.

“Did you get a chance to look at
your schedule for tomorrow?” he asked as I served him his dinner.  I didn't
eat, myself; I only stood by the table as my master ate.  I had a feeling that
it would be unbecoming to eat with him.

“No, sir,” I admitted.  I'd
completely forgotten.  I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed in my lack of
foresight.

“No matter.  I want you to look
into the courses for the college I've found for you, and officially enroll. 
I'm not going to be responsible for you neglecting your schooling, as long as
you're with me.”

I swallowed.  “Yes, sir.”  I didn't
know why, but with him I felt the need to perform to the best of my abilities. 
While I never to high school seriously, and was a mediocre student at best, I
would try my best to be as good a college student as possible.  For his sake.

“You know Ashland University?”

“No sir.”

“Well, you'll have plenty of time
to get to know it, then.”  He smiled, and I nodded mutely yet again.  It seemed
that Ashland was going to be my college of choice.

He ate in silence after that, and
when Mr. Hendricks finished, I obediently took his plate.  It was amazing how
easily I was sinking into this subservient role, though perhaps not that
amazing.  I'd spent the last few months thinking of him as my superior, so it
wasn't so surprising that I could so easily slip into the role fully.

“Get yourself some food, and then
come upstairs,” he ordered, and I obeyed.  As I plated my own meal, he left the
room, and left me to eat in silence.  I felt strangely tense yet again.  Where
was he going?  What was he doing?

Not for the first time, I also
found my mind wandering to what he did for a living.  He still worked in the
military field, I was certain of that much from our conversations, but beyond
that, I was lost.  And he didn't enlighten me on what he did in the slightest.

Ah well.  I quickly finished my
dinner, and brought my own plate over to the sink.  As much as I wanted to
simply dump the dishes and bolt upstairs to see what he had in store for me, I
restrained myself, and properly cleaned everything.  After all, he'd specified
that I clean the kitchen, and I didn't want to make a mess of it now, right
after I'd done so.

Before long, the kitchen was clean,
the food packed away, and the dishes put in the dishwasher.  I gave one last
glance at the room before I shut off the light and left.  I was inordinately
proud of myself for having done such a good job cooking and cleaning.  I wanted
to make my master proud, and apparently I had.

But for now, I was finished.  The
only thing left on my schedule for today was 'play.'  And I was eager to find
out exactly what play entailed.

I raced up the stairs, my heart
racing equally quickly.  Though usually I went into my master's bedroom, this
time I headed for my own.  My new room.

Mr. Hendricks was waiting there for
me, standing by the dresser, the dresser with all the toys on it.  I silently
approached, my heart still racing, and not from the exertion.  I still wasn't
certain what even half the toys on the dresser actually did, and I had a
feeling that my master was about to enlighten me on some of their uses,
tonight.

“Do you know what this is?” he
asked me, lifting one of the dildo-like objects from the dresser and handing it
to me.  I took it, and fingered the smooth silicon surface.  It was so small
and thin, far smaller than any of the dildos on the dresser, and definitely
smaller than Mr. Hendricks' cock.  It had a wide, flared base, which tapered
down and then flared out slightly once again, before coming to a point.  I
shook my head.

My master smiled at my confusing. 
“This, my pet, is an anal plug.”

My eyes grew wide.  I'd heard
vaguely about these things, mostly online and through Cosmo, but I'd never seen
one before.  I'd certainly never used one, before.  I'd never done anything
like this, before.  Anal play intrigued me, but it also scared me.  It seemed
like so many things could go wrong with it.  And it seemed like it would be
more than a little painful.  I swallowed, and thought about Mr. Hendricks' huge
dick violating that particular hole in that way.  He was huge.  He would rip me
apart, I was certain.

He seemed to understand the
thoughts flowing through my mind, and put a hand on my bare shoulder.  “We
won't try anything until you're ready,” he said simply, and I knew then that I
couldn't disappoint him.

“I'm ready,” I said with a shaking
voice.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded silently at that, and led
me to the bed.  He'd already set everything up, apparently.  There was a towel
down, and a bottle of lube.  “Sit on the towel, then lie down,” he instructed,
and I did as he ordered.  My body shivered, and my skin tingled with
anticipation.  This was something I'd never done before.  This was something
I'd never even entertained the idea of, before.

“Relax,” he commanded, and I
immediately forced calmness into my body, my limbs and core relaxing.  “Spread
your legs,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

I gasped and nearly shot out of the
bed when I felt the first cold finger around my asshole.  My master was
unrelenting, though; he held me down as he forced that finger inside my other
hole.  “Relax!” he said more harshly, and with his other hand he slapped a
sensitive breast.  I squealed and squirmed at the sudden pain, but I obeyed. 
“And be silent,” he added with a hiss.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

He thrust his finger inside me, and
even that small appendage felt impossibly huge.  He was filling me up
completely, and I knew he wanted to add more to it.

Indeed, he added another finger,
warming my ass up and stretching it out.  His two thick fingers felt like more
than enough, to me.  But it was far from over.  He withdrew his digits with a
squelch, and I silently gasped at the sensation.  It was on that same threshold
of pain and pleasure that so much of my torture was.  Fire pooled in my veins,
and electricity shocked its way through my skin.  I found myself loving the
sensation, just as I loved everything else that my master did to me.

I heard the squirt of more lube
being applied to something, and I knew already what that something was.  The anal
plug.  I would be taking it, whether I was ready or not.  I hoped I was ready.

My body tensed once again as I felt
the silicon tip of the plug press against my ass, but I forced myself to relax
my muscles again.  My heart raced and climbed to my throat.  I both wanted
this, and feared it.  I had to have it.  I was terrified of it.

Mr. Hendricks was completely
unaware of my warring thoughts, though, and he simply grunted as he pushed the
plug in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.  My ass was on fire.  I felt as if I
was being split in half.  I bit back scream after scream, and my master was
unrelenting.

I was full, so full I felt I might
burst, but still he pushed.  Finally, with a near audible pop, the plug slid in
place inside me, anchored in my ass by the very shape of it.  I'd taken the
entire thing.

“That's a good pet,” Mr Hendricks
purred as he stroked my sweaty hair.  “I'll be right back.”

I knew that he could be gone for a
few moments, or for hours.  I clenched my ass, my entire body, enduring the
beautiful agony he'd left me with, until he returned.

Thankfully, this time he was only
gone for a few moments.  He came back immediately, and was gloriously nude, his
scarred and chiseled body making angular and harsh shadows even in the soft
light.  He cock was fully erect, standing perpendicular to his body, looking
even bigger and thicker than I'd remembered.  Even with the pain I was
enduring, I found myself wanting him, aching for him, growing wet for him.  And
I knew he was going to take me with this plug inside me.

There were no words – he simply
climbed into the bed, and then climbed on top of me.  His girth pressed down
against my belly like a hot iron, and his entire body set my own on fire.

Still not uttering a thing, he
growled and dragged his cock backwards, down my belly, over my pubic mound,
against my thighs that were drenched in lube and my juices.  “Yes,” he hissed a
single word, then angled himself, easily finding his mark.

He thrust all at once, impaling me
to the hilt.  I was so full I truly thought I might burst now, that I might
scream.  But he'd demanded silence, so silence I gave him, with only a small
whimper escaping my mouth.  Even that was too much – he growled and slapped my
breast once again, causing pain to flower on my hyper-sensitive nipple.  It was
too much, too much.

But still, I took him.  I spread my
legs further, inviting him to invade me even more deeply, and he obliged,
slamming his hips against me, pushing both his cock and that plug further
inside with the force of his thrusting.  I saw stars as I was painfully
reminded of the plug's existence once again.  I was being filled, filled beyond
capacity and I felt as though I simply couldn't take it any longer.

My master didn't care whether I
could take it or not, though.  He was relentless, slamming against me again and
again, over and over, grunting and growling like a wild animal.  He was always
so controlled, it very nearly scared me to see him like this, to see him so
unbound.

But I didn't say anything; I merely
took it, and him, as much as I could.  I felt as though I was going to be split
apart, but still I took him.  He pounded against me faster and faster, more and
more erratically, and I knew he was going to come soon.  He was going to come
inside me, for the second time today.

With a bellow, Mr. Hendricks did
unload inside me, spurt after spurt of come splashing against my eager, tight
walls.  He grabbed my shoulders in an iron grip, his fingernails gouging into
my skin, and the pain was exquisite, as always.  It fueled my own building
climax.

“Finish yourself,” he commanded
harshly, and in a haze, I obeyed him, pulling an hand down to press against my
aching clit.  I pressed and rubbed that slick nub, and didn't take long before I
orgasmed as well, my cunt and ass clenching tightly around his cock, and the
plug.