Chapter 2: The First Night

Sometime later, I awoke to the sensation of a warm mouth on my cock. Looking down, I saw Angela's head buried in my crotch, eagerly licking up the remains of our earlier passion.

"The last time you did that it just caused a bigger mess," I said as evenly as I could deliver it.

Her giggle felt funny and she pulled off as she started to cough.

"Please don't make me laugh when I am doing that, Master," she said. "I almost choked on you!"

I pulled her up and kissed her, overcoming her resistance as I pressed my mouth against her, savoring the taste and smell of our combination on her lips.

After it was apparent that I needed at least a few more minutes of rest, I let her roll to my side.

"Do you think we might make it somewhere more comfortable before you attack me again?" I asked, a mischievous grin on my face.

"I'll apparently do anything you tell me to do," she replied, her grin matching mine.

"Then get up and help me with these dishes," I replied with a wink.

"Yes Master," she smiled and said, helping me to my feet after she had stood.

"I will be happy to clean up our dinner, Master, but could I go the washroom and freshen up first?" she asked.

"Sure Angela," I replied. "It is just down the hall and on your right."

With that, she turned and walked down toward the bathroom and would have sworn there was more sway in her hips then than there had been earlier in the day. I wondered for a minute if it was the sex or a show. Either way, I watched until she turned the corner out of sight.

While she was cleaning up, I walked into my bedroom and grabbed an old sweatshirt and some bowers for her to wear since her clothing was essentially ruined. While I hated covering up her wonderful body, I didn't want her getting cold and sick just because she looked hot in stockings and boots.

I walked back to the bathroom just as she was opening the door.

"I thought you might want to put these on since your other clothes are scattered around the floor and in some cases, in multiple pieces."

"Thank you Master," she said as she smiled. "I would be happy to dress however you would like, but it was getting a bit chilly. Do you mind if I take off my boots and stockings?"

"Not at all. Then we can have dessert and talk about what we need to do about tomorrow."

A few minutes later, we were sitting at the table and I was just about to take a bite of my chocolate chip cannoli when I noticed that she was looking at her food with a look of apprehension on her face.

"Ummm, Master?" she asked.

"Oh, Angela, I'm sorry. I order you to taste your food as you would normally and to enjoy it as you would normally," I ordered her.

"Thank you. I'm not sure I could take much more of that kind of pleasure every time I took a bite of food," she replied with a touch of laughter in her voice.

"But what a way to go!" I replied with a laugh. "I would quickly die from exhaustion or obesity, whichever got me first."

She laughed nervously and then took a small nibble of her food, a look of relief washing over her face when nothing else happened.

After dessert, we sipped our coffee and tried to decide what to do about tonight, tomorrow and the future.

"You know," she started, "since we had our little adventure on the floor, the need to be in touch with you all the time has disappeared."

"Really?" I asked. "You don't need to touch me now?"

"I will be happy to touch you Master," she replied with a wicked smile, "but I no longer feel like I 'need' to. I wonder if it because I still have a bit of you inside me and that is meeting the need."

"Maybe," I said as I thought. "Do you feel up to a little experiment?"

"If you are wondering if this also means I can get further away from you before I have a terrible headache, then yes, I want to explore that a little. I mean I do have a job I would like to keep, Master, and I can't do that if I have to be touching you all the time."

So we started doing a few experiments with me sitting at the table and her walking away from me. When she was out the front door and down the sidewalk a block, I felt relief wash over me. Sure it would have been fun for a few days, but my god, I did need a little time alone to keep my sanity!

When she was back, she knelt down in front of me.

"Thank you, Master, for letting me explore this and being patient with me," she said as a tear ran down her face.

"Can I ask one more favor, Master?"

"Sure, you can always ask me questions Angela."

"Thank you, Master. Could we go get my car and then go to my house so that I can pick up some clothes? We could even stay there if you prefer, but I suspect that you would rather sleep in your in own bed and I wouldn't want to ask you to discomfort yourself for my sake. I suspect that it would only cause me pain if I did."

"I would be happy to go get your car and then let you get some of your stuff to bring over here."

"Thank you, Master, Thank you," she said, smiling, as she jumped up and gave me a kiss that soon had my blood flowing south again.

She must have felt the reaction she had cause because she got this sly look on her face as she broke the kiss and slithered (and yes I mean slithered) down my body until she was faced with my crotch. Then she quickly freed my cock and pressed it into her mouth and down her throat.

If I hadn't cum earlier in the evening, I wouldn't have lasted long, but as it was, I still didn't last as long as I wanted to. Of course, she was persistent, and talented, and soon had me pumping her mouth full of cum again.

She played it to the hilt as well, looking up at me with an open mouth and then swallowing with a flourish, and loud "Ahh" to accompany her theatrics.

Reaching down I pulled her up and kissed her hard, biting her lower lip until I drew blood.

"Now do you think you can behave yourself?" I asked her in a mockingly threatening tone.

"Master, I will do anything you tell me to do," she replied evenly, without a smirk on her face.

"Then let's go get your car!" I replied and headed out the door.

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A short while later we pulled up in front of a townhouse in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. We had picked up her car and headed over to her house. She had earlier admitted that she had given me the blowjob to make sure she had enough of my semen in her body. That way, she could be sure that she could survive being apart from me. She didn't want to chance being in the middle of the road and suddenly having the terrible headaches return.

I parked my car and followed her into her house when she had the door open.

"I'll be as quick as I can, Master," she yelled as she headed up the stairs. "I just want to grab some clothes for work tomorrow and pack a quick bag."

"Take your time and make sure you pack several sets of clothing. And some clothes to wear around the house too," I yelled up to her.

Her reply of "Yes, Master!" floated down from the second floor and I spent some time looking around her house.

She was obviously from a well to do family. The townhouse was nicely furnished and tastefully decorated. The kind of tasteful that took money but didn't look like it took money. Her refrigerator was covered with pictures of people in various locations, everywhere from the beach to mountains, to old looking European cities.

I opened up her refrigerator and found that she had my favorite beer, Becks. I popped the top and drank it while I waited.

I walked up the stairs with my beer to continue my exploration of her house and found her changing clothes in her bedroom. She was trying to shimmy into a pair of jeans and I paused and just watched the sexy show she was inadvertently putting on.

When she looked up and saw me as she buttoned her jeans closed, she blushed and looked down. She paused for a moment and then looked back up.

"I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to put on something besides your sweatshirt and shorts," she said quietly.

"I think it is a wonderful idea," I replied. "You look a lot nicer in those jeans than you did in my old boxers!"

"Thank you Master," she said as she hurriedly finished getting dressed. "I'll only be a moment more."

I walked in, sat on the edge of her bed, and looked around her room. I had expected a rather feminine décor, but was surprised to find not a frill in sight. Instead, it was decorated in blues and auburns, vibrant and bold colors.

I noticed that she had disappeared into the bathroom and was rustling in there, so I scooted back on the bed and made myself comfortable while I was waiting on her, expecting her to take a while. She surprised me however, returning in just a couple of minutes carrying two bags and a garment bag slung over her shoulder.

"I'm ready anytime you are Master," she said as she emerged from the bathroom.

"I hope you brought some lingerie," I said with a wicked grin on my face. "Watching you get dressed was more fun than I imagined it would be."

She blushed and looked up at me, "I did pack a few outfits, Master, but would you like to see them?"

"I think we'll just have to have a little fashion show," I replied, a large sly grin crossing my face. "Why don't you pick one out and go put it on and then come out and model it for me."

She nodded and put down her bags in the corner of the room by the door, opening one of the bags and taking out a small black lacy looking thing.

"Do you want to watch me change or shall I change in the bathroom?" she asked.

"Change in the bathroom and surprise me," I replied.

"Yes Master," she said as she headed in to change.

As I waited on her to reemerge, I began to wonder why I had ordered her to do that. It really wasn't like me to enjoy lingerie. I had never had much use for it before. But here I was anticipating seeing Angela in her sexiest lingerie. Was it the power already going to my head, or was it something about this 'thing' that had occurred to us.

Before I could reach any far-reaching conclusions, Angela returned from the bathroom and all thought in my head died. To say that she was spectacular would have been an insult to her. Words couldn't describe how beautiful and sexy she looked.

She was dressed in a black lace teddy with garters and black stockings, the kind with the seam running up the back. She had on 4 inch heels that made her legs look about a mile long. The lace of the teddy hid nothing, and you could clearly see her every curve and obvious arousal beneath the garment. Her nipples were hard and poking through the material and her sex was swollen and aroused.

She walked to the foot of the bed and turned, giving me look like a veteran model and I wondered for a minute if she had done some modeling in the past.

Then she bent over and rubbed her hands up and down her long legs, looking back at me as she slid a finger along her hips and then up to her lips.

I applauded. That and the tent in my pants let her know that I was enjoying the show, so she winked at me and disappeared back into the bathroom with a sexy smile on her face.