Mark and Charles brought the bags into the house while Sydney and #1 went over the plans for the following day. Sydney painfully explained the situation with #3 and gave her clear direction on removing her from her service.


#3s betrayal of Sydney only served to cement #1s resolve not to disclose her relationship with Charles even further. Her Mistress had suffered and emotional blew and maybe this was the reason behind her strange behavior. Maybe this is was the reason she was being so…open. She recommitted herself to serving her Mistress without regard for herself or Charles. She’d never abandon Sydney.


#1s uneasiness in her own skin concerned Sydney. She seemed frail and lonely. “What is your name?” Sydney demanded.


#1 froze in place and gathered her wits. “Natalie, my name is Natalie, Mistress.” She began helping Sydney undress. She unzipped the long zipper down Sydney’s back.


“How long have you worked for me, Natalie?”


“Ten years, Ma’am,” She slid Sydney’s arms out of the dress and folded it neatly on the bed.


Sydney snorted. “Ten years and I didn’t know your name,” She sat on the edge of the bed while Natalie removed her shoes.


“You shouldn’t be concerned with me. I’m here to serve you. I’m nothing,”


Sydney had no rebuttal. It was true. She was nothing, or at least that’s how she had been treated. Natalie was nothing more than a blip on Sydney’s Doppler radar. She watched her little servant carefully perform a ritual she’d done countless time but this time she seemed to take extra care, as if Sydney would break if handled too firmly. “Natalie, are you angry with me because I didn’t choose you to attend the ball this year?” Sydney asked.


“No Ma’am,” Natalie stood and went to hang Sydney’s dress in the closet. “It was your decision. Who am I to question you?”


Spoken like a true submissive, Sydney thought to herself. She wrapped herself in her robe before Natalie returned.


Natalie’s stomach flipped. Sydney never dressed or undressed herself when there was someone to do it for her.


With a slight smile, Sydney blew off this sidestep in protocol as if it were nothing, when in fact she knew Natalie may have taken it as an insult or gesture of her disfavor.


“That will be all. You may leave,” Sydney ordered.


Natalie went for the door.


“Natalie,” Sydney called.


She turned “Mistress,”


“Thank you. You have done very well.”


“You’re welcomed,” she replied and left, more confused than ever.


I hope she doesn’t think it’s going to be that easy, Sydney smirked to herself. 




                                            ******



“Are they gone?” Sydney asked Mark as he stretched out on the bed beside her.


“Yes,” he answered.


Sydney traced her fingers along his chest. “You wanna fool around?”


“Not tonight. It’s been a long day. I just wanna get some sleep,” Mark sighed and turned his head away from her, awaiting her imminent attack.


“Mark, I need a release,” she crooned in his ear seductively.


“You beat the shit out of my sister and damn near broke my nose. I think you’ve had enough,” He stood walking to his dressing room, removing his clothes along the way.


“Is there anything I can do to entice you?” she called to him.


“No, not tonight,” Mark replied now completely disrobed. He returned to the bed moments later.


Sydney removed the covers to reveal a black sheer bra and panties number complete with garters, thigh highs and Mark’s favorite black T-strap pumps.


Mark scratched the back of his neck and grinned.


“Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing I could do to entice you?”


His face clouded. “Get on your knees,”


Sydney didn’t move. “I want control tonight,”


He moved closer. “Get on your knees,” His voice was low but his face remained emotionless.


His eyes pierced through Sydney's but she didn’t falter. She stood before him, dwarfed and defiant. “Get on your knees,” she ordered.


Without missing a beat, Mark fell to his knees. He position said submission but the punishing look in his eyes was anything but. He threw her left leg over his shoulder and gripped the back of her leg. “What did I tell you about keeping me waiting?” He ripped her panties free of her body in one swift motion.


Sydney gasped and held him around the neck for balance.


Mark reveled in the uncertainty in her eyes. He bit her inner thigh. “I warned you against testing me,”


“But you’re the one on your knees,” Sydney summoned what little courage she had in reserve.


He raised an eyebrow from between her cleft. “It’s like you said: A slave is merely a Master in disguise.” His tongue, long languid, finessed its way into her pussy and placed tender kisses on sodden lips and pausing periodically to pay supplicant-like homage to her clit. He looked up, watching her being helplessly held hostage by his oral marksmanship.


Sydney’s chest trembled and her eyes rolled backwards. She fought to control her grip on the back of his head. But seeing him kneeling between thighs, licking, lapping, and sucking there… “oh right there” was proving to be her undoing. She whimpered once, and then grunted when Mark’s fingers slid between her lips with a sucking sound and began finger-fucking her, his rhythm easy and steady. Her pussy throbbed, utterly receptive to his touch and mouth.


Mark found her clit and stroked it in time to each thrust until she moaned and began riding his face. He smacked her ass.


She melted inside. “More,” she panted and he smacked and smacked…licked and pumped until her orgasm hang above her, just out of reach. “Harder,” she pleaded.


Abruptly, Mark pushed her back on the bed and stood over her.


Sydney yelped and sat upright about to protest his sudden cruelty.


“Get on your knees. Deep-throat me,”


Sydney gave a half cocked smile. “Oh hell yeah,” Slowly she fell to her knees before him,  looking up with her mouth open and allowed him the pleasure of feeding his cock between her lips. This would be that last bit of control he’d be given. Sydney loved the power she received from deep-throating Mark. The ability to make his eyes roll back in his head, the sounds he made, and his taste. The whole process of giving and denying; taking him to the brink and knowing when to stop so she could tease and prolong his orgasm.


He watched her suck and slurp in preparation, wrapping her juicy brown lips around his thick alabaster cock. Clutching and tugging it in rhythm with her lip service. Willfully opening the cravenness abyss of her throat for his descent. Feeling the lubrication building in her mouth, Mark gently held her head, helping his cock slide in and out of her mouth with the most pleasurable friction he’d ever felt.


“Damn woman,” he moaned.


Seductively, Sydney pulled her tongue to the back of her throat slowly, incrementally, opening it to him. She slid Mark’s solid cock down the back of her throat and swallowed around it, pulling him into its depths, adjusting her muscles to massage him until his sang her cock-sucking laurels. He was on the ropes, right where Sydney wanted him.


Or so she thought.


Mark pulled out of her throat causing her to cough a few times and gasp for air. Unceremoniously, Mark lifted her up by her shoulders, deposited her on all fours on the bed, mounted her from behind and began tying her wrist together using the thin remains of her panties.


“You’re gonna take me like this?” Sydney whined.


Mark pulled her hair, forcing her to attention. “Did you really think I wasn’t going to fuck the hell out of you our first night home? You underestimate my depravity,”


Sydney shook her head in protest. “Oh, no I didn’t underestimate. I knew what I was getting myself into,” She said as he made the last adjustment to her wrist. “Make it hurt, daddy.” She begged.


“This isn’t for your pleasure; its your punishment for keeping me waiting,” Mark looked into her eyes. “I love you, Sydney but don’t ever test me,” He surged inside her and began fucking, his strokes long and hard. Steady and measured. Taking her pussy as if he owned it, and for those moments he did.


“Oh my God!!” Sydney gritted her teeth from the pain of Mark's girth having its way with her weeping hole until it solicited involuntary sucking noises. “Fuck. Mark!” she cried.


Mark held her in place, one hand gripping her wrist, the other on her right shoulder while pile-driving her into the strange ubiquity of subspace. He slapped her bouncing ass with the voyeuristic thrill of seeing it jiggle while as his cock stretched her in ways unknown.


Her leg threatened to give way. She called to him for more, then less and then she lost all cognitive reasoning all together. Her hands tightened into fists while words poured from her mouth, incoherent begging words of tender absolution, words that ultimately meant nothing as he continued with his earth-shattering thrust. She was his handmaiden, a mere conduit to his imminent release ….and she loved every second of it.


“Are you ever going to make me wait again?” His voice was close to her ear, deep and resonant, with a gentle undertone. He drove deeper and deeper with steady strokes; fucking his woman senseless.


Sydney pinched her lips together. “No,” She went deeper into subspace.


“Good girl,” he kissed her cheek with gentleness that she knew was to be short lived. Mark lovely wrapped his forearm around her throat with just enough pressure to elicit a low moan, then pulled her against his chest and crooned into her ear, “Who’s pussy is it?”


“Oh my fucking God!” Sydney released a long unearthly scream…something between a cry, a whimper, and a plea. Her orgasm momentarily suspended her above the place where her heart and pussy intertwined in soporific bliss before she came crashing back into the remnants of her former self.


There was no need for Sydney to give him the obvious answer to his question. He knew whose pussy it was, and it wasn’t hers anymore. Mark had planted his flag as the conquering dictator of the wild and untamed land that was Sydney’s pussy.