There's a new game
We like to play you see
A game with added reality
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees
We call it master and servant
We call it master and servant
Depeche Mode/Master & Servant
A flash of light encircled her just like the other time except now she found herself standing in front of Simon's store. "Hmmm… not even a goodbye this time," she thought. "Oh well, at least they left me at the place I was going to head anyway." She opened the door to the bookstore and stepped inside. Just like the other day, Simon came from the backroom, smiling broadly. He reached out his hand to her and she took it gratefully. This time however, instead of a mere tingle in her palm the tingle ran up her arm to her shoulder. It wasn't really unpleasant, just strange. He took her in her arms and almost immediately she felt a desire for him building. He released her, walked over to the door and locked it. When he turned back to her she noticed, just for a split second, a look of conquest in his eyes. He backed her into a table full of books behind her and pushed her onto it. She stared at him with a mixture of lust and fear. He never took his eyes from hers as he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He pushed the books surrounding her off the table, as if he didn't care about them anymore, as if they never meant anything to him. He pulled her back towards him, hiked up her skirt and pushed the crotch of her panties to the side, not even bothering to remove them. Wrapping her legs around his neck he forced his way into her body, the rigidness of his flesh tearing her as he thrusted into her roughly. He fucked her maddenly fast and hard, so fast that she almost didn't know when one started and the other ended. He pressed back on her thighs and grabbed at her moist flesh with his fingers as he pounded in and out. He bit her breast and twisted her nipples painfully. But the pain was also pleasure and she began to groan under his assault. He leaned over her and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head until she was looking directly into his eyes. "You are mine, do you hear me Bitch, you are only mine and no one else's." he hissed at her. She didn't answer, she was too lost in the moment to do anything but moan. He slipped his hands under her arms and grasped her hair into his fists, pulling her head back. He kissed and bit into her exposed neck while he picked up the tempo even harder than before. Oh yes, she thought I needed this so much. She didn't think she could take much more, but at the same time she wanted it to go on forever. "You didn't answer me Jan, I didn't hear you answer me." He held himself inside of her perfectly still. She cried out for him to keep going, to not stop. She begged him and pleaded. "Then tell me what I want to hear." He waited. He pulled out of her and walked around to the other side of the table. This time he pulled her the other way until her head was off of the table and his cock was against her face. "You want this?" he asked slowly, teasing her by rubbing it against her lips.
"Yesssss…" she whimpered. "Then tell me what I want to hear… tell me now, who is Philip Hartmann?" She was confused and didn't understand what it was he wanted. All she knew was that she wanted him. "I… I don't understa…" Her voice was cut off by his hand between her legs.
He reached under her panties and shoved all of his fingers as far as they could go inside of her. "This is MY pretty cunt, do you understand, this belongs to me?" he said thrusting his hand in and out of her, "this belongs to me and no one else." His let his thumb run over her clit and caress her. She arched her back up to his hand trying to get it even deeper. She tried to wrap her mouth around his flesh but he only pulled it away.
"This is the last time I am going to ask you before I make you leave here right now." he warned, "Who is Philip Hartmann?" Now she understood and she gave him what he wanted so she could get what she needed.
"I don't know anyone named Phil." she swore to him as he rewarded her with the full length of his hardness down her throat. She gagged on it but he didn't withdraw. Instead he took his hand from inside of her and pinned her wrists to the table. He raped her mouth viciously and came deep down her throat with so much that she thought she would drown.
"Take it all now, that's a good girl" he grunted at her. "Ah, poor baby wants to cum too, does she?" he teased.
She could barely nod her head yes in the position she was in. He reached down and grabbed her behind the knees, lifting her until she was upside down with her legs wrapped around his neck and his hands supporting her hips. With his cock still buried in her mouth she felt his mouth connect with her wet flesh. He teased and nipped at the tender places, licked and sucked on her until she screamed out her release. He put her back down on the table. As if nothing happened he adjusted his clothes and unlocked the door. She quickly got dressed and stood up, a bit dizzy and tired after what just happened. He opened the door for her, and she asked if she would see him later. He told her maybe, if she was lucky. She just nodded in agreement. Stumbling back to her hotel, she was in a daze.
What just happened? What did I just do? And why was he so insistant that I forget… that I forget… Oh my God, what is his name again?