I was wandering down the street, unsure what to do. I’d never been free before. The only life I’d ever known was the Manor with Sammi and Mistress Sydney. Now that I am on my own, it felt… wrong. Uncomfortable. Like something was missing, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what. “Are you ok, miss?” I heard a deep, velvety voice ask from behind me. I turned around to find the chest of a suit. I looked up to meet the eyes of a tall, dark stranger. Dark eyes I immediately got lost in. I stared into them, speechless and dumbfounded. He placed a big, strong hand on my shoulder, sending a pleasant shiver through my body. “Can I help you? Call someone, take you somewhere?” I shook my mind loose from his hypnotic handsomeness. “I, uh, I don’t have anywhere. Or anyone,” I replied, looking down sadly. The man put a finger under my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes once more. “A pretty thing like you all alone? Not that’s just not right. I’ll have to fix that. What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asked, sending another pleasant spark through me. “I’m Jocelyn,” I replied, before being led off by him.
The man, whose name turned out to be Neal, led me back to his penthouse. He led me to the bathroom. “Go ahead and get cleaned up. There are towels in the closet for when you finish,” Neal told me before leaving me alone in the bathroom. I showered, taking my time to wash the chill of the night off. I grabbed a towel out of the closet, dried off, then wrapped it around myself. I stepped out into the living room to find Neal sitting on the couch watching football. He stood up once he saw me, walking over to me, causing my heart to pound. “Here,” his deep voice said as he holds out a shirt for me to take. “It’s one of mine, so it’ll be big on you. But I figured since you don’t have any of your own.” I nodded, taking the shirt. He turned around so I could change. I blushed at the gentlemanly gesture, but was also saddened he didn’t get to see my body. He ended up being right. The shirt was so baggy on me, it fit more like a dress than a shirt. But even more important is that it smelled like Neal’s cologne. And now I was encompassed by that scent, making me swoon constantly.
“Thanks,” I said, my voice soft and appreciative. “I wish there was a way to repay you. I have some money, but,” I look around the penthouse, “it doesn’t look like you need it.” Neal takes a step closer to me. “I’m sure we can figure something out. But maybe we should eat first. I could order something for us.” I perked up a bit at that. “Or, maybe I could cook for you?” Neal looked down at her curiously. “I don’t have much in the way of ingredients,” Neal began to reply, causing me to frown a bit. “But I could order you some ingredients. Whatever you need.” My smile came back, and I nodded enthusiastically. This felt right. Like it’s what I was made for. Serving this man is all I can think of, and the thought is one I love. “And while we wait, we could work up an appetite,” Neal says, smirking down at me as one of his big, strong hands comes up to caress my face. It’s somehow rough and yet gentle at the same time. Ok, so maybe there is another thing I can think of. Though, to be fair, I’ll still be serving Neal.
Neal carried me to his bedroom, my legs wrapped around him, our tongues intertwined. A part of me, in the back of my mind, registers the fact that he didn’t order the groceries. But I don’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt what he plans to do to me. He throws me on the bed, looking down at me with a hungry smile that no meal I could cook up would satiate. I smile back up at him before leaning forward and undoing his pants, dropping them to his ankles. The bulge is so big and tight against his briefs, I’m surprised they aren’t torn. I pull them down and unleash his member, wrapping my hand around it. Well, as much as I can, which isn’t very. Without any hesitation, I hungrily take it into my mouth and start sucking, pumping with one hand while the other massages his massive, pendulous balls. I take him as far as I can. Which, again, isn’t very. Eventually I pull away, surprising even myself. But I look up at him, smirking as he wordlessly lifts me and turns me around to show me exactly what it means to serve him.
That was a year ago, but I remember it like it was last night. Probably because we pretty much recreated it last night. And practically every night in the last year. But, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, the sex isn’t the best part. Hmm, maybe I should tell that to Daddy later. He’ll want to prove me wrong. What was I saying? Oh right! The best part about this is just being with him in every way. It goes beyond the sex. I love him, and he loves me. And as I stand here, watching him eat the hot meal I have ready for him, just like every night he comes home, I can’t help but think about how lucky I am to have found him. To have found exactly where I need to be, and who I need to be with. The man who will take care of me, and who I can take care of in any way, and position, he needs. And I owe it all to Mistress Sydney. Maybe I should send her a present. I’m sure there are some competitors that Daddy would like out of the office.
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