Not Even Death-Eternally Your Master (6 page)

He ordered drinks and appetizers. Thank God!
She hadn’t ordered for herself in so many years and was grateful he
was taking the lead. Markus must’ve told him everything, because he
ordered exactly what she usually had. A small smile turned up the
corners of her lips as she looked to the ceiling,
to
Heaven
.

After a couple of drinks she began to relax
and ceased looking as patrons entered. She was growing content with
the gift Markus and Derrick were bestowing on her and utterly happy
to be away from the solitude.

She was swimming with internal peace when she
felt his hand. It was warm and firm, as it ascended her leg. Her
eyes began darting around the room again, she moved shifting in the
seat. No one seemed to notice the couple sitting side by side in
the booth. They were all oblivious to the display going on right
under their turned up noses. His hand continued until it
disappeared under the hem, nearing her roaring warmth. Finally, it
landed on the small, cotton panties.

He looked over at her, furrowing his brow as
his finger traced the outer elastic. His touch was light, in
contrast to the stern look on his face.

The smell of his cologne enticed her as he
leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Cali sweetie…what would Markus
think if he saw this flagrant disrespect?” The heat of his breath
matched the heat growing between her thighs as he continued
stroking.

She looked down at the table and slumped
deeper into the seat. Markus would never stand for it, she knew.
The guilt settled in her throat as she reached up to touch the
collar at her neck. A sharp pain pulled her upright in her seat as
Derrick pinched the panties, tweaking the ring on her hood just
enough to make her wince.

“I suggest you remove this obstacle
now…unless you’d like me to do it for you.” The sexy threat sizzled
in her ear, turning up the temperature. It was seductive and scary
and although she would never do it with Markus, she had to push.
She sat still.

Derrick could tell she wasn’t going to budge,
this was a challenge and he would rise to it. His cock was already
rising as he imagined how he’d make her pay for this later.

He reached up and slid the panties down one
hip, then the other, pulling them as far as he could. Grabbing her
chin he turned her to face him, her smile was mischievous. He tried
to look serious, but he knew, the twinkling in his eyes gave away
his amusement. Tweaking the ring again made her jump just enough
for him to get the panties down further. He lightly flicked it and
she moved again. With each flick, or threat of a flick, the panties
descended until they could easily be slipped down her smooth
thighs.

“If you knew what I plan to do with these—
you’d want to help me before they hit the floor.” His hot breath
and whispered threats rang through her ears and cascaded down her
body.
She was enjoying this side of Derrick
.

She quickly lifted her feet, allowing him to
retrieve the panties before they hit the dirty floor.

“Good girl.” He said sweetly, brushing her
legs with the material, teasing as he returned them to her now
bare, very wet pussy.

“Open your legs slut.” He said, rubbing her
growing wetness as he did.

Calico opened her legs, granting access. She
knew he’d take it if not given freely. His fingers pressed at her
opening and then inside. She flushed when she realized he was
feeding her own panties into her hole. He continued pushing until
they were inside. When he was done he took the small end and
threaded it through the silver ring above her clit.

“Oh, I am going to enjoy punishing you for
this later.” He said, pulling on the end and the ring. “Now, I’ll
enjoy the hole you dug for yourself. Shameful girl” He kept his
hand between her legs, caressing occasionally.

She couldn’t believe how turned on she was.
She imagined Markus—the puppeteer, pulling the strings. She knew
he’d punish her for her disobedience; she squirmed in her seat,
feeling the panties occupying her hole. She was returning to the
world of the living!
Damn, it felt good!

Dinner came and went in a blur of flavors and
textures. Thoughts ran through her mind and mingled in the haze and
everything else was background noise. The glow of passion had been
ignited once more and all she could do was anticipate the next
step; out of the darkness.

When the check was paid Derrick finally
removed his hand and moved to the edge of the booth. Calico quickly
grabbed at the skirt to conceal what could so easily be shown to
the other patrons. One wrong move and they would all see what a
dirty girl she was. The thought made her blush and the heat
intensified. “
The Hidden Slut
” was one of her
favorite games to play. Usually, only Markus knew but he’d whisper
in her ear, telling her that everyone could see what she was.

The walk through the restaurant was slow.
With each step the panties tugged at the ring, she wanted to pick
up her pace but feared what might happen if she did. She envisioned
the panties working their way out and hitting the floor…the people
gawking as someone tried returning what she’d dropped. The look on
the face of one of the prissy
Tennis Bracelets
, as she
touched the wet panties and realized…
yes, slow was much
better
.

Derrick held firmly onto her arm, walking
with a bounce that hadn’t been present when they arrived. His eyes
surveyed the room, wondering if anyone in attendance could see what
was happening. His cock stiffened at the thought. He knew his date
could turn heads and the satisfaction of seeing them notice—knowing
the things he would do to her—made his steps urgent. He needed to
have her.

CHAPTER SIX

Derrick decided to
prolong her torment by making her walk to the car instead of using
the valet. His arm wrapped her waist as they walked down the
sidewalk. He felt her tense and suck in air as his hand made its
way under the skirt. He rubbed the bare flesh, lingering over the
crack that hid her tightest hole. Markus had planned this and the
idea instantly appealed to Derrick. His friend told him how
exceptionally malleable she’d become when he took her this way.
Derrick had never had a slave—the concept of someone getting off on
something they didn’t like because it was pleasing was new to him.
He couldn’t wait to see it unfold as he began pulling against her
crack to gain deeper access.
Don’t rush dude, everything will
unfold soon enough
. He had to keep himself in check.

She’d been trained to never deny or say no in
any sincere way and her body did as he wished, opening to allow him
entrance. She’d been walking with her legs close together, trying
to keep the panties filling her. She stumbled in the tall white
sandals as he probed. The more difficult it became, the more it
turned her on. He was taking control and she was in desperate need
to relinquish what little she had.

As they turned down an alley she saw the car
parked in the distance. She could almost hear Markus whispering in
her ear, fondling her exposure.

“
What a sweet little alley cat…Make sure
you’re pleasing Kitten. I went to a lot of trouble to make this
possible. Make sure you’re wet and ready so he will enjoy your
offerings.”
The heat grew as she imagined him looking down on
her. She had to do as he wished. Her heart beat quickly as she
assessed the scene unfolding in front of her.

As they neared the car at the back of the
alley Derrick pushed her against the wall. His breathing was
accelerated as he leaned in to her ear.

“I’ve been so eager to take you this way.
Markus told me what a filthy, little alley cat you are.”
He
knows!
The extra vulnerability made her heart race faster. She
couldn’t hide from him, she couldn’t pretend. He knew what she was
and would have her as he liked, as Markus had decided. The heart
beat between her legs fluttered with increasing intensity.

He pulled up her skirt until it was twisted
on top of her hips. She felt the cold, harsh brick on her cheeks as
he pinned her against the wall.

“Ya’ know, I’ve jerked off so many times with
your surrender in mind, making you come until I feel the flood
soaking my balls.” He began kissing her deeply, taking the second
of the three holes he would ultimately use. He would take his fill
of all of them before he left.

As he kissed her she imagined him using her
to jerk off, using her holes for his pleasure alone. That is what
Markus would do. She always reacted deeply when he said this to
her.
“Kitten, right now you’re my little hole. I’m using your
pussy to stroke my cock…jerking off with your body.”
She knew
how much he adored her so this only succeeded in making her hot.
She loved the objectification—being reduced to a collection of
holes.

Derrick grabbed her hands and cupped them
around his growing cock as he continued exploring her mouth. She
squeezed his hardness, captivated by what she felt. Groping at his
package she felt the energy exchange, she couldn’t wait to be taken
and feel more.

“Please use my holes to jerk off. I’m just
holes to please you Sir.” The pleading had begun,
she’d planted
the seed
. She sighed—it felt so right!

“Fuck yes, you dirty alley cat!—Looks like
you can take the girl out of the alley—but you can always bring her
back to play.” He spun her around and pushed her face against the
wall, kicking her legs apart. There, in the trash strewn alley he
would begin to break her. Markus knew it would be revealing to her
soul. He knew she’d need to be re-broken to start over.

Quickly Derrick unleashed his rigid cock, he
so wanted to just slam into her, to actually feel her soft
glistening flesh engulf him, but he’d promised to use protection.
“Damn rules!”
he thought as he sheathed his cock with an
uber-thin condom. He knew she’d still feel amazing; the buildup had
made it a guarantee.

Rubbing his cock on the slick opening he
attempted to enter with the panties still in place. He tried from
different angles but she was too tight to accommodate both.

“Your sweet hole is so tight baby. Even after
I took you by the pool…” He was slowly pulling the panties from
inside. Inch by soaking inch he removed the material wet with her
excitement. He carefully removed them from the ring and shoved them
in her mouth. Her ass naturally arched. She was pleading to be
filled again.

“Yes, you need me to use your little body to
stroke my cock. I’m going to jerk off with you right here in this
dark alley. If someone happens along, maybe I’ll let them use you
too.” He loved talking to her this way, knowing he had the option
even if he wouldn’t use it.

She arched even harder, opening to him
further. The more he said, the more she wanted. She hadn’t felt
this way in so long and she didn’t want it to end.

He buried his cock deep in her pussy and
began fingering her ass. He knew she was a willful little hole to
be used for pleasure and the thrill made him high. Never had a
submissive ever been so open, without a list of “don’ts”, with
Cali, he could do anything he dreamed and he fully intended to make
some of his dreams come true.

He took her with such vigor; she could hear
the sound of her wetness rising above the sounds of the street.
Anyone passing by could see them at the back of the alley, she was
on display and could only imagine one of the patrons stumbling upon
them and joining in. If it was what he wished she couldn’t deny
him. It had always been one of Markus’ number one rules. He was an
extension of Markus, and she was simply a hole to be filled, for
Markus.
And for your training Kitten, don’t forget your
training
. The energy pouring forth from Derrick electrified
every molecule of her being. Feeling him using both holes brought
visions of being taken by Markus and Derrick together, essentially
she was, and it pushed her to the edge.

Just as she was getting into the cadence of
being double-teamed by both men her pussy was vacated and turned
around quickly. Derrick had her off the ground; her legs naturally
wrapped around his back. Positioning himself against the wall he
brought her back onto his cock. He wanted to watch her face in the
moonlight as she came all over his hardness.

“Look at me slut…we’re only getting started.”
He grabbed the small of her back and pulled downward, onto his
shaft.

She looked into his eyes; there was a fire in
them that cut to her core. She could only hope this was just a
start. She could feel it building as he continued forcing his cock
into her warmth, not releasing his grip or gaze. The fire roared
behind his glazed expression, he
was
jerking off with her
body. Her passion boiled at the realization.