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Peppermint Anticipation Chapter 4

Slave was smiling. Her ass was aching in the most wonderful way. Sir had popped her anal cherry. Or to be more specific, he had brooked no resistance and simply took it from her. Oh, sure, she could have stopped him. She could have said 'peppermint' and she had no doubt he would have stopped. Despite her deep dread of anal sex, the act had turned out to be wonderful. Ha. Like she would ever, EVER, refuse him anything now!

The spanking had been intense, no, actually much, much worse than intense. It had been the most painful experience of her life. Her butt was still burning! And she had been a total pussy about it, wailing and blubbering and carrying on like a little girl until Sir tried to stop her well-deserved punishment short. Boy, THAT had snapped her back to her senses. She had to beg him to finish, and felt guilty because she knew he had gone easy on her for the last few strokes. Lesson learned. She wouldn't make that mistake again.

But when Sir had pushed his thick cock up into her virginal ass, up deep into that place she had never allowed another lover...he had claimed her, she felt. She had already been his when he tied her down. She would do anything for Sir. He just didn't know it yet, she realized with shame. She was definitely going to have to work harder to prove to Sir that he owned her, heart, body and soul. God, she loved him!

Nigel walked around the desk and released Slave's wrists from the cuffs. Her eyes drank in the sight of the man she had fallen in love with. Stepping out of her view again, he moved behind her and once more gripped her by the hips, gently easing her back until her feet were firmly on the floor. He stooped to release her ankles from their restraints as she pushed her body upright from the desk. Standing back up, he pulled her against him from behind, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. Finally, he whispered in her ear.

“Slave, you stink, and I positively reek. Go get in the shower. Set it as hot as you can stand it. I'll be there in a second.” He gave her a gentle flat-palm swat on her tender ass and she scurried off to obey her master. “Oops. Sir!,” she thought. She knew he didn't like to be called Master, but that's what he was to her. He was her Master. She was just his Slave. She reveled in it.

For his part, Nigel was at a quandary. What he really wanted to do, truth be known, was just take her to bed and make love to her. Not dominate her, but make love to her. But he knew she needed more. Over the last year, Peggy had confessed all her fantasies to him, including some that were kinkier than anything he, the “all-powerful” Dom, had done or cared for. Steeling himself to do something that wasn't a particular turn on for him, but he knew that she fantasized incessantly about, he strode towards the bathroom.

Slave entered the huge shower area and examined the somewhat complicated controls. Lifting the large handle, she shrieked as she was deluged with icy cold water from every direction. It took her a second, then she adjusted the temperature until it was a little hotter than she actually liked. She knelt into the “nadu” position to await Sir, water flowing over her chubby body.

Sir stepped into the shower less than a minute later. “Aaaaahhh”, he moaned as the perfectly hot water assailed his body from six directions. He finally turned his gaze to Slave. He extended a hand to her, and told her to stand up. Her eyes had barely risen as high as his nipples when he said, “Wait. I have a better idea. Squat down.”

Slave looked up at him, and sank back down, getting her feet centered under herself.

“Oh, good grief, girl, spread your legs. Do you think I want to see your knees together?”

Slave's thighs flew apart. It took a bit of wiggle and jiggle to get into a balanced position. At last, she was stable again.

Sir looked at her, considering. “Lock your hands behind your back. They may not move. Do you understand?”

Slave complied. “Yes Sir,” she said brightly. She would NOT move, no matter what, was what her posture and attitude said.

He grinned, and said “Good girl! Now open your mouth, as wide as you can. Good. Tip your head back just a bit.” His fingers gently guided her. Perfectly compliant, Slave let Sir put her where he wanted her.

“And now, a warning. Do NOT move your lips or tongue.”

With that, he gently laid his cock on her lower lip, about a third of his flaccid organ laying across her tongue.

“If you are comfy, blink twice,” Sir said.

Slave blinked twice.

Sir let out a soft sigh of satisfaction and relief, and took a much needed piss.

Slave's mouth was instantly flooded with salty, tangy, urine. Shocked, her eyes widened as she involuntarily swallowed, taking a large portion of Sir's piss into her stomach. She gagged, a little, then let his piss run into her mouth and spill back out down the front of her body. Her pussy clenched and then flooded like crazy. This was her deepest, darkest fantasy, and she had assumed she would never actually live it out. Then Sir had come along, and her mouth was full of piss before she could even realize it was going to happen.

His copious flow finally began to trickle off. “Just a couple more squirts. Swallow them,” Sir said, his still soft cock jerking on her tongue. Ever the obedient Slave, she swallowed. Twice. Then he rocked her world.

Reaching down and gripping her under the armpits, he swiftly raised her to tiptoes. And then, he kissed her. His tongue probed deeply, insistently, into her piss-flavored mouth. Her legs turned to jelly, and she sagged in his powerful embrace, his stiffening cock prodding her soft, rounded belly. His right hand slid down her wet body to the juncture of her thighs and found her hot and slick. Two stiffened fingers drove up into her oily depths and she shrieked her release into his mouth as her body exploded into orgasm.

Sir supported her shuddering body until she was able to stand on her own and then kissed her again, gently. They spent the next few minutes washing each other, with the inevitable result that some places on each of their bodies got exceptionally clean. Both Sir and Slave were coming to a slow boil by the time he turned off the shower, wrapped her in a huge, fluffy towel and scooped her off her feet into his arms.

Carrying her like a newlywed bride over the threshold, he took her into to the only room of the suite she hadn't seen yet. The bedroom. And what a bedroom it was! All four walls appeared to be covered in not wallpaper or paint but linen in a pale blue shade. The attached en-suite, while smaller than the bathroom they had come from, looked equally if not more luxurious. French doors opened to a private balcony overlooking the downtown streets. To one side, a comfortable-looking seating area and a breakfast table that looked big enough for six people. Still, it was the bed that dominated the room. The custom designed bed was huge, easily twice the size of a typical “king”, with a Mission-style headboard and foot board. A row of thick, fluffy pillows ran across the head of the bed. The covers were turned back, exposing top quality Egyptian cotton sheets and what appeared to be a hand-stitched Appalachian quilt. A thick goose-down comforter lay folded across the foot of it.

Sir laid his Slave down gently, opened her towel to reveal her nudity, and urged her to move over a bit, then crawled in beside her. Upright on his knees, he moved between her widespread legs, and fisted his fat prong. No foreplay was necessary. She was hot and slick, he was rigidly hard. He swiped the bulbous head through her folds in preparation. He had only been inside her pussy once before, a brief plunge during her enema. This time, he intended to take his time and enjoy her. Slowly, so very slowly, he began to press into her hot, greasy pussy.

Slave had only had three prior lovers, and one of them was a quick, clumsy one-time affair that barely managed to relieve her of her hymen. Neither of the other two had been memorable either, and she had never had an orgasm during intercourse. Neither had been even close to the size of the fat stalk that was starting to stretch her wide open, either. Eyes gleaming with wonder, she gazed up into Sir's face as he slowly, inexorably slithered his thick cock into her depths, stretching her deliciously and making her feel impossibly full.

Sir finally bottomed out, and with a little flex and roll of his hips, forced that final marginal fraction of an inch into her, his helmet head nudged firmly against her cervix and his pubic bone crushing her throbbing clit. Slave gasped, shuddering, her arousal rapidly building. She pulled her legs up higher, locking her ankles behind his back. Slowly, as slowly as he entered, Sir began to withdraw, and Slave shuddered at the emptiness and sense of loss left behind. When finally only the head of his cock was between her swollen lips, he began to press back in, as slowly as before.

Sir moaned softly as he forced his meat back into Slave. She was as tight as any of the several virgins he had experienced, and it was taking considerable self-control to keep from just plunging into the young girl and fucking her wildly. This time, he was determined, was for her.

Over and over, he worked his cock in and out of her clenching pussy with infuriating slowness. By the third stroke, her impatient hips were thrusting up to meet his, trying to take him into her cunt faster, but he carefully controlled the pace. Slave trembled all over, a low keening wail wrenched from her throat. Her pussy began to spasmodically clench as she teetered on edge. Sir continued the agonizingly slow pace, grinding against her clit each time he bottomed out, for several long minutes.

Slave's keening wail became louder. Her trembles turned into shudders. Her pussy fluttered and her clit felt like it was going into meltdown.

Sir bottomed out once again, grinding against her swollen button, then simultaneously did three things. He grasped one of Slave's nipples, rolling it firmly between thumb and forefinger. With the other hand, he thrust a thick finger firmly past her puckered anus, slick with her juices, and deeply into her ass.

And he bent his head and kissed her, driving his tongue past her dry lips and into her mouth.

The fireworks show that had been going on behind Slave's tightly clenched eyes went immediately into grand finale, and she screamed into his mouth as she exploded in bliss.

When she finally came down, Sir was propped up over her, supporting his weight easily. She was very much aware that his cock was still rigidly socketed deep within her, stretching her deliciously. Still panting lightly, she said, “Wow. That was... Sir, may I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, Slave,” he replied.

“Could you... do that again?”

He could. Slave groaned as he continued the devilishly slow, full-length thrusts and withdrawals. This time, she lasted maybe five minutes, probably only eight or ten of those slow ins and outs, before she started to cum.

This time he didn't stop. Instead he sped up, driving in and out of her hard, pounding her higher and higher as she peaked, and peaked, and peaked again. Slave wailed, and wailed again as his powerful thrusts pounded into her, over and over again. Finally, Sir stiffened and drove balls deep into her with a hard thrust and froze, his cry joining hers as his cock flexed in her tight canal and his balls emptied into her pussy. Slave felt his twitching prick and then the heat of his surging semen, and it pushed her over the edge once more.

He allowed a bit of his weight to press down onto Slave as they both struggled to catch their breath, kissing lightly. Slave began to relax as his fat cock slowly went limp and finally slipped out of her pussy. But Sir wasn't through! He began kissing his way down her body, not lingering to pay much attention to any particular place, not even her little breasts. It just took a few second before his face was in front of her gaping pussy, a thick wad of his semen beginning to drool out.

That didn't bother Sir in the least, and Slave groaned as he leaned forward and slowly licked her from asshole to clit. He ate her to three more slow, gentle orgasms before she began pressing on his head.

Panting, she said, “Oh. God. Sir. Pleeeeease. Nooo mooooooore!”

No relief for Slave, sorry. He simply sucked on her clit until she exploded screaming a fourth time, this time squirting all over his face. He smiled as he licked her clean once again.

He moved up beside her trembling body, and took her into his arms, easing her onto her side and spooning her with one hand gently cupping her breast, murmuring endearments to her. Everything short of those three little words she so desperately wanted to hear. He wanted to say them, badly. But he was waiting for just the right moment that he had planned for her.

Neither of them slept the remainder of the night. They alternated between snuggling quietly in amiable silence, kissing and talking, and making slow, gentle love.

Finally, just a few minutes before seven AM, there was a gentle chime in the room.

“I have to deal with something,” Sir said, easing out of her arms. “Take a shower if you want. Grab one of the hotel robes if you like. Take your time, and meet me in the main room in about 15 minutes, ok?”

“Yes, Sir,” Slave said, smiling. He left the room. She stretched luxuriously, then groaned as she got out of bed and padded off to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and satisfied her body's needs, then took a shower. Drying off, she considered the thick fluffy robe hanging on a hook, and decided she was warm enough. Knowing she was going into her Master's presence, even if he wouldn't let her call him that, she elected to crawl.

Nigel smiled at the sight of his Slave crawling into the room, then stopped her by saying, “Enough, Peggy. Stand up and walk. I give you your name back.”

Shocked at his change in demeanor, Peggy got to her feet and walked over to stand in front of him. He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, and had changed back into his silk pajama pants and robe. Her voice sounded glum as she realized that the evening was ending. “Yes, Sir.” She wanted to sink to her knees.

“Peggy, I've intentionally kept much from you. You really know very little about me. The time has come for you to learn more,” Sir said quietly. “But first, you should get dressed.” He indicated a clear plastic wrapped bundle on the coffee table. “I took the liberty of having your clothes laundered.”

She bent gracefully, and found her clothes from the night before fresh, clean and neatly pressed, including her pale blue panties. She stepped into them, and then the pants and top as Sir had requested.

“You've told me that you love me, Peggy, but I fear that knowledge of who I actually am will change that,” he said. He paused.

“NO IT WON'T!!!” her mind screamed. She was unable to speak, her throat clamped shut.

Finally, he spoke again. “Peggy, my name is Nigel.”

“Nigel,” she whispered, trying the unfamiliar name on her lips.

“Nigel Barton,” he continued.

She gasped, stunned. She knew Nigel Barton, if only by reputation. Easily one of the top ten wealthiest people in America, he was worth billions. She forced herself to speak. “You mean...”

He cut her off. “Yes, THE Nigel Barton. Everything you see around you,” he said indicating the sumptuous suite, “belongs to me. I own this hotel, among many others. A lot of other businesses and properties as well.”

Peggy's stomach churned. There was no way, NO WAY, such a rich and powerful man as Nigel Barton would want any kind of on-going relationship with a high school graduate nobody fat girl from the 'burbs. He stood up from the sofa, stepping so closely in front of her that she had to look up to see his eyes. His hands moved into the pockets of his robe.

He continued, “And so, before I call Carl to take you home...”

Her heart sank. “Here it comes,” she thought. “The gentle let-down, then the brush off...” Her face crumpled, eyes filling with tears.

“... I wanted to give you one final chance to say 'peppermint' and use your safe word”, Nigel said softly. "But first, let me ask you something, Peggy. Was tonight what you were expecting?"

Voice quavering, Peggy softly replied, "It was everything I hoped for, Sir."

He nodded, mind now firmly made up.

Through blurred eyes, Peggy watched astonished as he removed his silk pants and shrugged the robe off. Nude, Nigel sank to his knees in a perfect “nadu” posture. Perfect, that is, but for his bowed head and tightly clenched right hand. Finally, he lifted his head and met her gaze. He spoke softly.

“Peggy, I love you. More than I could ever show you, or you will ever know. I want you to wear this,” he said, extending his right hand upward and opening it to reveal an exquisite 18 carat gold band with a perfect, three carat emerald-cut solitaire diamond, flanked by two smaller emeralds similarly cut that had to be at least a carat each. “I want you to be my wife. Please?”

It is a good thing the room was sound-proofed, as her shriek of joy would have been heard all the way down on the first floor otherwise. With trembling fingers, she put the ring on, then couldn't wait any longer. She launched herself into his arms, nearly bowling him over backwards from his kneeling position.

With one hand, he managed to scrabble around enough to pull something else from his robe pocket, a delicate gold choker. From the front of it dangled a tiny platinum heart. Engraved on the heart in tiny, elaborate lettering were the words “Peggy. Property of Nigel.”

And with that, for the first time in his life, Sir collared a Slave.