Petal

He pulled out his phone and tapped it, the buzzing increasing in his pussy. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, my dear?" he said, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

"No, Bach."

My voice was steady, but I had to work at it. People walked by, both directions, no one looking. He tapped the phone again, adding the pulses back to his clit. I made myself take long breaths in and held them before letting them out slowly.

"I'm going to keep this going until dinner. And you're going to keep asking to come, and I'm going to keep saying no. Do you know why?"

"No, Bach."

"Because I'm your Master and I will do what I want with your body."

"Yes, Bach."

He tapped it again and the pulses got stronger. The part inside of his pussy continued to hum and I was starting to lose the battle with my breath. It was faster and more shallow, and I knew how hot my face was.

"I will let you come, my dear, much later tonight. And when I do, do you know what will happen?"

Another tap. "No, Bach."

"You will come so hard you will cry out, and you will ask to come again. And again. Asking your Master to come like the slave you are."

I was starting to pant. My hands were shaking and I closed my eyes. He leaned in even closer and lightly bit my ear, talking around it. "Yes, you will, my dear. You will beg your Master to come, and then you will come hard, like a good slave."

I nodded and the pulses became one solid hum on his clit. "Please, Bach," I whispered. "Please can I come?"

He laughed a little into my ear and the hum got stronger. My hips were moving and I gripped the edge of the bench tightly with my free hand. I heard a moan escape my lips and he laughed again and the hum increased yet again.

"Please, Bach?"

"No, slave, you may not."

"Oh God..."

"How close are you, slave? If I turned you over and fucked you right now, in the middle of this mall, how hard would you come?"

"Please, Bach..."

"How hard?"

"So hard, Bach, please..."

"So you'd let me fuck you now if I let you come?"

"Yes, Bach, yes, please..."

He bit my ear harder and laughed. The humming went back down to the lowest setting I'd felt so far. "Not yet, my little slave, not yet. You still have to make me dinner."

I kept shaking and trying to breathe. I opened my eyes slowly and he licked my ear, letting go. He squeezed my hand and got up. He put his phone back in his pocket and picked up the bag. He tugged and I stood next to him, my legs still shaky.

He led me out of the car and opened the door for me again. I got in and he closed it, walking around to the other side and putting the bag in the back. He sat in his seat and put the phone back in the cup holder. I could only pray he wouldn't start back up with it. It was harder and harder to keep the climax at bay.

He pulled out back onto the highway and I watched the scenery go by. My throat began to burn and my eyes filled up. I couldn't believe what I'd said. I'd agreed to have sex with him in public, in the middle of the mall, with the man who called me his slave, if only he'd let me come. And I'd meant it.

At a red light, he squeezed my thigh and I squeezed my eyes shut. "What's wrong, my dear?"

"Nothing."

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head to face him. "I told you to never lie to me."

"I'm sorry, Bach."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm... I'm ashamed."

"Of what?"

"What I said in the mall. The way I acted... The way I was..."

"Begging your Master to come?"

"Yes."

He let go of my hair and put his hand back on the wheel. The light changed and he drove forward. "That's what a good slave does, my dear. She is always ready and needy for her Master."

"Yes, Bach."

He tapped his phone and the buzzing returned in full force to his clit. I groaned and put my head back on the seat, squeezing my eyes shut. He chuckled and all I could think of was smashing his face with a baseball bat. Or maybe shoving the phone straight up his ass.

I did my best to keep my mind occupied. I went back to my high school habits of counting up and down to one hundred in Spanish, then in French. It was generally effective. But it was still hard to ignore the vibrations.

Especially when he started talking.

"When I let you come, my dear, you are going to shake so hard you'll think you're falling apart. Luckily your Master will be there to put you back together again."

"Yes, Bach," I said through clenched teeth.

"You will come harder than you ever have in your life. Then you will learn to crave it, to need it. To love my touch, to beg for it."

He ran his hand up my leg and slipped his fingers between my thighs. He pressed the toy harder against his pussy, grinding it and making me suck in my breath. "Pinch your nipples, my dear."

I didn't even speak. I just started rubbing them, surprised to find them already erect. "I said pinch them."

"Yes, Bach."

I did as he said, the sting back in full force. I twisted them back and forth, almost like they were an old radio dial. My breath was speeding up and my counting was losing its effectiveness.

"Open your eyes, little slave."

I did and saw a man in a delivery truck in the next lane staring at me. My hands were of course on my chest and Bach's hand was between my legs. My face was hotter than ever.

"I wonder what he would do to you if he had the chance. I'm sure he's very jealous of me, thinking of what you and I will be doing later."

The truck rolled by and Bach grinned at me. "I know what we'll be doing. So much more fun to go before bedtime."

"Yes, Bach."

He removed his hand and tapped the phone, lowering the buzzing again. Minutes later we were pulling into the driveway. He parked the car and turned off the engine. "Straight inside, girl. We have a delivery coming soon."

"Yes, Bach."

He opened the door for me and followed me to the door. He unlocked the door and we went inside. He handed me the bag. "Go hang these up in your closet, girl."

"Yes, Bach."

I went into the room and opened the closet to find the hangers. I put the dresses in then put the stockings in the top drawer of the dresser. The shoes were lined up on the floor of the closet and I was all set. I sighed, looking at the rocking chair and wishing I had some time.

Almost as if on cue, the buzzing started up again. It was a medium level buzz but after all of the vibrations, it was almost too much. I was back to counting in French.

"Come into the living room, my dear," he said from the other end of the hallway. "We have time to watch a little television before the delivery comes."

"Yes, Bach," I said, walking out of the room.

He was in his chair and pointed to the spot on the floor. I knelt down and shifted so I was sitting criss crossed. He put his hand on my hair and turned on the television. He set the channel on some action movie and put the remote down. He picked up his phone and tapped it, making me squirm.

He tapped it over and over, making the pulses go faster then slow back down. There seemed to be no real rhythm or pattern. It was driving me insane.

I lost track of time, although there was still a lot of counting. He went back and forth between the bulb in his pussy and the nub on his clit. God, I wanted to come, so much that I even gave in again.

"Bach? Please can I come? If you fuck me? Please?"

He laughed and turned it up. "No, my dear, not yet. Just sit there and ride it out. No coming allowed."

"Please?"

He turned it up again. "You know the answer. Every time you ask, I think I will just turn it up."

"Yes, Bach."

After a while, there was a knock on the door. He nodded at it and I got up. I stretched and looked back at him. "Bach? Can you turn it off while I get the delivery? I'm afraid I'd drop it."

He laughed again, turning up the nub on his clit. "I guess you'll have to be careful, won't you?"

I went to the door and opened it. I knew my face was red and I felt like I was shaking to pieces. I pasted on a smile and thanked the man. He stared at me carefully, his head cocked to the side. He looked at my erect nipples then back at my face. I looked away and closed the door, the bag in my hand.

He smiled at me and tapped the phone, lowering the intensity. "Sea bass and fries. Go take off everything but your panties and the toy. I have an apron for you in the kitchen for you in case of splatters when you fry it."

"Yes, Bach."

I set the bag down and took off my clothes, ready to cry again. The material had been familiar and comforting. I folded them carefully and set them on the end of the couch. I picked up the bag and walked into the kitchen. He followed me and opened a drawer on the far side of the room. He pulled out a lacy white apron and held it up for me.

"You will look lovely in this, my dear. Do you need help with the ties?"

"No, Bach, I can get it."

"Very well. Here you are."

He gave it to me and I set the bag on the table. I put it on and tied the strings around my waist, feeling more ridiculous than ever with the panties and toy still there. I wanted my clothes back. I wanted my dignity back. I wanted to burn the fucking apron in a bonfire.

"Have you ever cooked sea bass?"

"No, Bach."

"It's easy. You just fry the filets. And I have a deep fryer for the fries. Very easy to use."

"Yes, Bach."

He sat at the table and leaned back. "Have at it then, my dear. But please ask for help if you need it. Can't have you burning dinner."

"Yes, Bach."

I turned to find the pan and the deep fryer and of course he turned up the intensity on his clit. I stiffened and gripped the counter, sucking in my breath. He laughed. He made the toy throb in his pussy and I tried to focus on the stove.

I put the fries in the basket and dropped them in. Then I put the sea bass in the pan and watched it sizzle. He kept turning the intensity up and down, going from his pussy to his clit and back again. Every so often he would turn on both and I would moan, dropping the spatula and mentally cursing.

Thankfully, the cooking didn't take long. I had the fish on a platter and the fries in a bowl and on the table as fast as I could. I got plates and utensils and set them out as well. I went to sit down and he snapped his fingers.

"Take off the apron, girl, you don't need it now, and I want to look at your lovely breasts."

"Yes, Bach."

I untied it and folded it, putting it back in the drawer. I sat down and put food on our plates. He had the phone next to him on the table and kept tapping it. I was squirming in my seat and trying to eat.

He turned it up full blast on both sections and I yelped. He laughed and said, "Clear the table, my slave. We have things to do."

I was shaking. I stood and tried to pick up my plate but it slipped through my fingers. The climax was building and I wasn't sure if I could stop it much longer. He got up and took the plates to the sink himself. He ran the water over them and put them in the dishwasher, leaving the pan to soak.

I sat in the chair, bent over with my legs spread. I was holding my hands around my ribs, rocking back and forth, sweat on my forehead. "Please, Bach, please..."

"No, girl. To the couch."

He gripped my hair and pulled my head back to look at him. "Are you that close, my little slave?"

"Yes, Bach, please..."

He tapped the phone with his other hand and the intensity dropped. He tugged and I stood up, trying to walk without falling over. I was panting and he led me to the loveseat. He let go and pulled his shirt over his head. He dropped his pants to his ankles, leaving him more naked than I was.

He sat on the other end, leaving me standing. "Take the panties off and sit with me."

I nodded, unable to speak. I tugged the panties down and flopped backwards. My body was rubbery and I just kept panting. He leaned down and pulled my legs over his lap. He tugged until my ass touched his thigh.

He pulled my thighs apart and pressed on the toy, making it rub against his clit even more. "Bach, please..."

"Sh, girl."

He rocked it back and forth a few times and I felt tears in my eyes. I squeezed my hands into fists and felt my nails press into my palms, even just that small amount of pain helping me hold the climax at bay.

I could feel the line of his cock pressing against my thigh and I moaned. He laughed and tugged the toy out, taking his time, making me tremble as it left his pussy empty. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back and forth.

His fingers replaced the toy and rocked in and out, pressing up on my g-spot. He used his other hand to squeeze and tug on his clit, stroking it up and down. I could hardly make words, instead making a low, guttural sound, one I didn't even recognize.

"So wet for your Master, girl. Such a good slave. And you're still holding. I'm very impressed. I chose well, I think."

"Please... Bach..."

"Tell me, my dear. Tell me what you want, exactly what you want."

"I want to come... Please..."

"What would you do to come, slave?"

"Anything... Please, Bach..."

"Please, who?"

"Please, Bach, please..."

"My slave wants her Master to let her come?"

"Please, yes, please..."

I was losing the battle fast. His fingers never stopped working me. I was rolling my hips to match his movements and trying to press hard against his hand, remember how he made me come before. My body was twitching and tingling.

"Is that what my slave wants?"

"Yes... Please, Bach... Please, Master..."

I barely had a chance to register what I said. He stood up and scooped me up all in one movement. He carried me to his room, one arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulders. I held on to his neck, pressing my face to his collarbone, smelling his skin. He walked quickly, so fast that I could hardly believe it.

He dropped me on his bed and climbed up over me, his cock brushing against the opening of his pussy. I moved my hips up but he gripped my throat with one hand and leaned down to murmur into my ear.

"No, slave, not yet. Tell me again. Tell me what you want."

"I want to come, Bach, please..."

He squeezed his hand and I gasped, more from surprise than anything else. No one had ever done that before and I knew my nipples were so hard, his pussy was so wet, his clit was so swollen from it.

"Please... Please fuck me... Please fuck your slave."

"Good girl," he said, sitting back onto his feet and pulling me with him. He flipped me around and moved up behind me. He kept one hand on my throat and the other moved to stroke my clit. I moaned and tried to move but he held me in place.

"Tell me again," he said. "My slave needs to beg. You know what to do."

"Please... Please fuck me, Master... Please..."

The word fell out of my mouth. He slammed forward, his cock immediately in his pussy. I cried out from the pressure and pushed back against him. He squeezed his clit hard and pulled me up by the neck, licking my ear and biting the lobe.

"Beg me, girl. Beg your Master."

"Please, Master," I said, my voice low and my body trembling and beyond my control. "Please let your slave come, please, Master. Please fuck your slave and make her come, Master, please."

He leaned forward again and squeezed my neck again, releasing his clit and grabbing a nipple. He pinched it hard and rolled it while he fucked me, his cock gliding in and out of his pussy. I heard a strange sound and realized it was coming from my mouth.

He fucked me, putting everything he had into it, and I pressed back against him with each stroke. I was holding myself up on arms that shook and trembled, threatening to drop me. The fingers on my neck helped steady me.

"Please, Master, please..."

"Come, slave. Come for your Master."

His words did what he had told me about at the mall. I screamed from the force of the climax, every cell in my body seeming to explode. He kept fucking me and I kept coming. He went back to his clit and kept stroking it.

"Tell me again. Tell me who I am."

"You're my Master," I mumbled, the words seeming to be in slow motion. "Please, Master, can your slave come again?"

"Come, slave."

I shook harder again, my body seeming to bow. He let go of my neck and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. I screeched again as the climax hit, his fingers squeezing his clit as I pressed back against his groin.

He pulled his cock out of his pussy just long enough to flip me over onto my back. He grabbed my thighs and pressed them back and open, exposing his pussy more than it had ever been before. He fucked me hard again, his face near mine.

I grabbed his shoulders and hung on, the pressure of his pelvis on his clit a sweet torture. "Master..."

He cut me off. "Come, slave, come on your Master's cock. Come for your Master."

I came again, my nails pressing into his flesh as I cried out again. "Thank you, Master, thank you!"

He kept fucking me, our bodies moving together. Then I felt his cock grow even harder and I knew he was close. "Please, Master, come in your slave, please."

"Come with your Master, slave."

His body shook and I felt his come fill his pussy. I moaned and pressed my face against his neck, my back bowing with the movement and climax. He groaned and thrust forward again, getting in as deep as he could.

He rolled off of me and pulled me close. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, his tongue brushing mine. "You are mine," he said, smiling at me. "You are all mine, little petal."

"Yes, Master," I said, snuggling into the crook of his arm.

A few moments passed before I spoke again. "May I sleep with you please, Master?"

"Yes, little petal. Every night from now on."

I let my eyes slide shut. "Good girl, petal," he said.

"Thank you, Master."

I fell asleep in my Master's arms, knowing that the name he gave me was the one I'd been searching for all my life.