Chapter 21

Janice looked around the apartment one last time. It was almost six o'clock and she was waiting for Bill, Ali and her new master. In the intervening few hours, using the Clifford money, Jan had not only prepared a magnificent dinner, she had redecorated the entire apartment. As instructed, she was nude except for the diamond ear studs Ali had given her that morning. She thought about the whips, which she had been oiling and which were now lying in the corner of the bedroom, and cringed.

When the doorbell rang, she jumped. Squaring her shoulders she went and opened it for Ali and Bill. Ali took her in her arms and kissed her warmly. "You look exquisite, daughter. But let your father take a look at you."

By this time Jan's back was to the door. She hadn't been able to glimpse the third person in the group. As she faced Bill her back was still towards the door and towards her new master. Bill just shook his head and sighed, "Jan, I think you may be even more beautiful than your mother. Knowing how much I adore her, I hope you realize what a compliment I just paid you." His warm smile turned into a grin as he added, "I guess it's appropriate for me to see you this way, too, today. A father usually sees his child naked when she's born. Since you're only one-day old as our daughter, I guess that counts."

Jan went into his arms and hugged him. Releasing him she turned and almost fainted. Peter Stewart was standing behind Ali! She ran to his arms and broke down in tears. He held her tightly and caressed her hair as she cried. It was a release of all of her fear and tension coupled with her joy at seeing him again. She hiccuped and looked up at him.

He bent over and crushed her lips to his while squeezing her tightly. He was rewarded with muffled moans of pleasure. Finally he eased her gently away and frowned at her. "Mrs. Stewart, I need to have words with you ... alone!"

On her way to the bedroom with Pete leading her by the hand, she looked at Ali and waved in the direction of the kitchen. Ali winked at her and went into the kitchen. She found the liquor set up on the counter and found trays of exquisite canapés ready to be served. Bill had followed her out. He made drinks for the two of them, and Ali carried a tray back to the living room.

For the first time she looked around. "Good Heavens! Bill, that girl is a miracle worker! I don't think you remember the apartment, but I certainly do. Let me say it looks nothing like it did when we left this morning. I don't know how she did it!"

Ali curled up on Bill's lap as he was looking through TV Guide. He smiled and reached for the television control. Turning on the set, he leaned back and held Ali. She had kicked off her shoes and squealed when she realized the movie was one of hers.

Bill kissed her nose and said, "This is great! I have a feeling we won't be seeing Jan and Pete for a while, so I'll just watch my favorite actress."

Ali grinned back and unbuttoned her blouse. "While you watch, sir, you get to handle the real thing."

After closing the bedroom door, Pete took Jan in his arms again. "Darling, I missed you so terribly!" Then he glared at her and added, "However, there is the small matter of your now being my slave for the next ten years! Slave, kneel on the bed."

Pete undressed and lay on his back on the bed. Jan knelt back on her heels by his side facing him. He began to caress her body and could feel it start to vibrate with passion in no time at all. She looked at him and said, "Master, please take me! I'm ready. I need you inside me so desperately!"

Keeping his face impassive, Pete continued to stroke her body. Just as he could feel her reach the point of her release, he stopped. He watched as Jan's muscles vibrated with unsatisfied passion. "That was for not telling me about that bastard, Hugo Bingham! Why didn't you tell me, Jan?"

"I didn't want to worry you, Pete. He was after me, not you. There was nothing you could have done anyway," she protested.

Pete's hand started to move on her body again. Again he brought her to the edge of release. This time using his sense of touch he maintained Jan right on the edge but didn't allow her to go over. While he was keeping her on the very edge he said, "Wife, did you forget your marriage vows?"

By this time tears of frustration were pouring from her eyes. She couldn't see and his words barely penetrated her consciousness. "Marriage vows? I don't understand, Pete. What about our vows?"

Still maintaining the tension and the feeling he replied, "The part where you vowed to take me 'for richer or poorer, till death do us part.' Jan, Hugo Bingham could have had the damned company. When are you going to understand that you count for everything in my life? Without you there is nothing at all." He frowned and said, "Janice Stewart, without you I have no life! None! Are you starting to get the picture?"

Meanwhile he could see her muscles begin to spasm from the tension she was feeling. She had difficulty speaking, but managed to gasp, "Pete, it was because I love you so much! I didn't want to see your dreams — everything you've worked for — disappear because I'm a whore! Don't you understand?" Finally, she could take it no longer. She fell forward on her face and began to weep in frustration. "Please, Pete, beat me with a whip! They're lying over there in the corner. Just pick one! But please stop! I can't stand this any more."

"Will you say you're sorry? Promise to never, ever do it again? Promise that you come first in my life over everything?"

"But Pete..."

"Back on your knees, Slave!"

"Pete, I can't! I just can't. I promise ... I swear ... Never again! I'll tell you everything. I won't keep anything from you! Please stop..." Her words dissolved into uncontrollable tears.

Pete couldn't take it any longer, either. He gently took her in his arms and rolled her on her back. With a beatific smile she spread her thighs as wide as she could to welcome him inside. Gently he entered her. Almost instantly she had a massive orgasm. He rested inside while she regained control and started to move inside her with long, smooth strokes. Soon he was taking her from one crest to another still higher one. Finally her loins were moving with a life of their own as he maintained her in a virtually continuous orgasm. Love juices were pouring from her cunt in a river in spite of his massive weapon inside it that served as a cork.

Finally, she lost all control and fainted. When she came to again she was on her back in Pete's arms. He whispered, "Kiss me, Slave." She rolled over on top of him and gently lowered her mouth to his. She could feel the wonderful contact of her nipples against the hair on his chest. The kiss was exquisite as their love for each other flowed between them.

She lifted her head just enough to whisper, "Was that adequate, Master? Master, I love thee more than my life."

"You can't love me as much as I love you, my darling. I love you more than life itself."

Then he smiled up at her and put his arms around her and squeezed, mashing her body against his own. Jan could feel his heavy muscles bulge as he squeezed. She couldn't move but she could make the wonderful happy sound deep in her body that showed how much she loved the feeling.

"You're wrong, Master. I forgot in just a few days how much I love to have your arms around me squeezing my body against yours. Even when I'm a mess the way I am now. Pete, how can you stand to look at me now? I'm a total wreck!"

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Darling wife, did you forget you have your parents — my brand-new in-laws — over for dinner? What are they going to think of their daughter as a hostess? What are they going to think of their new son-in-law?" He helped her out of bed and they took a quick shower together. Pete said with a smile, "Darling, I think we would all be just as happy if you got dressed. What do you think?"

Jan bowed deeply from the waist and said, "My master's wish is his slave's command!" Quickly she put on a white sleeveless dress that was very appropriate to the warm San Fernando Valley weather.