One Week for Sir (part 6) by céri

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He walks his beauty to the door leading into the street. The sharply dressed doorman promptly opens it smiling bright at her beauty in the stunning gown. Dusk now turning to dark, a bright silver moon catches her attention. She pauses to etch the sight into her memory, just a quick moment knowing Master won't want to dilly dally around. Once he exits the bar completely, tipping the doorman quite generously, he offers his arm to her. She takes it graciously, smiling with excitement over the events yet to come. He then walks her proudly around to the side of the hotel.

There in the dark alley she expected to find a car or a taxi waiting. Perhaps even a shiny limo, for this was to be a special evening. But no, there was nothing, he just kept walking her down this dark narrow alleyway. With every step the darkness grew and the air seemed to get thicker. She knew better than to hesitate in her steps, her Master would never let harm come to her, his beautiful prize.

Now at-least halfway down the alley he stops, turns and now stands in front of her. His hands suddenly resting on her cheeks she jumps startled not being able to see much more than his eyes glowing in the moon light from behind her. He leans in silently and kisses his beauty, deep and hard, his hands sliding down her neck , collar bones, and to her breasts. Then squeezes them both hard and pinches her now firm nipples between his thumb and the base of his pointer. He squeezes hard enough to hear her gasp and feel her rise to her tiptoes. As fast as it happened it was gone. The kiss had ended and her breasts left craving more. She slowly opens her eyes and wonders what is to come next.

A light off to the right of her suddenly flickers and glows dimly. Not enough to see much but all he needed. He then reaches up and flips a few curls of her hair and wipes a bit of smudged lipstick from outside her lip line. Smiling warmly at her, he runs his finger softly around her lips.

"My precious, tonight is a very special treat for you. I hope you truly enjoy it and serve me proudly. If you do, there will be more like it in the future."

Then she could see it. That dark mysterious look , the look that made her tremble inside and out. The look that her Master was planning on bringing her to the brink, the very edge of her worst fears. She had been there before, so close to stopping it, it scared her. Being so close almost ripping her biggest fears right out of her chest. She quickly took in a deep breath to calm herself. She know he would never hurt or let anything hurt her. She trusted this man with her very being. Her trembling now under control and her breath back to normal, she manages to speak though softly,

" Master, I will serve you with all the elegance, grace, and exquisite beauty expected of a slave in your keeping. "

He then reaches into his coat pocket and removes a lavender blindfold, perfectly matched to her dress. A proud smile on his lips and a bright sparkle in his eye was the last sight she saw, before darkness. He then took her arm and wrapped his around it and lead her carefully in the direction of the soft flickering light......

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