Chapter 3: Taking Her Home

Eve’s confession that she would eat my shit for a week, in order to get enough money to pay for a semester of school, blew me away. I sat down heavily on my stool and tried to collect my thoughts. The erection I had been sporting most of the evening was now gone, and any hint of sexual eroticism was gone.

Eve may think that she was here of her own free will, but she was being coerced, and that wasn’t acceptable to me.

I knew I was a dominant, I had known since I was in high school, but I firmly believed that submission was a gift. If it was coerced, in any way, it lost all its value.

Sure, I had fantasies about fucking the shit out of a few women who annoyed me, but I had ten times as many about beating the shit out of a few men who annoyed me. It was just that society had implanted this idea, that we treat people differently based on their gender.

I took a breath and steeled myself that I might be ending this before it even got started, but it was the right thing to do. I told Eve to wait right there, and I walked into my office. I wasn’t exactly sure how much a semester would cost, but I figured fifty-thousand should cover it. Fortunately, I kept a hundred-thousand in my safe.

I grabbed the fifty-thousand, walked back into the kitchen, and set it down on the bar beside her.

“There is fifty-thousand-dollars in that stack. You can take it right now and leave, no questions, no regrets, and no repercussions. I will tell them you stayed more than a week, and you can also collect that money from them. Fuck them, and fuck their so-called rules!”

I was angry that there was an organization that was taking advantage of women. Sure, there were a lot worse things they could be doing, but nevertheless it wasn’t right.

I watched the emotions run across Eve’s face, ending in her smiling, which made her look radiant and beautiful. As a person whose job it was to make money, I knew that the look on her face was worth every cent.

But then Eve surprised me. She dropped to the floor and held up the handle on her leash. “Sir, this slave humbly begs you to take her, to own her, and possess her. You are a true Master and I believe I can fully submit to you, if you will only have me.”

Once again, a naked Eve was kneeling at my feet. It was a very pleasant experience, and it appeared that I had done the right thing.

I had done enough thinking with the big head, so I decided it was time to take this creature and truly make her mine. I grabbed her leash and headed for the bedroom. Eve stumbled for a moment, and then she was jogging behind me to keep up.

“Get on the bed,” I growled when we got into the room.

I shed my clothes as Eve got on bed, in the middle of the bed, spreading her arms and legs wide. “On your hands and knees!” I ordered as I shed my boxer briefs.

Eve flipped over and backed herself to the edge of the bed, with her ass pointing at me. I didn’t waste any time, and there was no need for foreplay. Eve was wet, and her labia were swollen, so I grabbed her hips, pulling her down until my cock was pressing against her pussy. Then I pressed forward until I was fully seated inside her.

Eve moaned loudly and tossed her hair to one side. She laid her head down, giving her back a most sexy curve, which also stimulated the head of my cock, as it rubbed against her vaginal wall. I held her hips as I pounded into her, letting free the beast that I kept chained most of the time.

Eve appeared to love it, moaning loudly, and screaming things like, ‘More, harder, faster, yes,’ and of course my favorite, ‘Master!” It was wonderful and I loved every moment of it. By the time I was nearing my release, Eve was babbling incoherently, her hair was sweaty, and a tangled mess.