Chapter 4: The Third Day

I awoke sometime around three am. I was having a dream about a room full of women who had been taken away from their homes and families in the middle of the night by men in uniforms. The women didn't resist the men, but their families tried to get to them and pull them back. The men in the black uniforms just pushed their families away and kept leading the women until no one was left to pursue them.

What had awakened me, though, was when I had realized that the men all had my face, as if I was looking into a mirror.

I realized that I was wet with sweat and got up to cool off and dry off. It was an hour or so later when I had calmed down enough to go back to sleep.

When I awoke next, it was to the sensation of warmth, wetness and suction on my morning erection.

Of course, I had expected this. I knew that she needed my sperm in her in order to be able to go to work. And, while some rational part of my brain was still struggling with the morality of a woman being totally dependent on someone for their well-being, the testosterone won this argument and I was soon thrusting my hips so that I was entering her throat with each thrust.

Angela moaned when she felt me respond and I realized that she was masturbating with one hand as she fellated me. Seeing her doing that was enough to put me over the edge and soon I was giving her what she so desperately needed.

When I was done and Angela had gotten every last drop, she slid up my side and gave me a kiss, which I returned with enthusiasm.

"Good Morning Master," she whispered into my ear.

"Mmmm, it is a good morning when you wake up to that," I responded as I rolled over on top of her and grabbed her hands to pin them above her head.

"But it is even better when I get to do this!" I continued as I slid my still hard cock into her wet sex.

"Oh yes Master," she cried out as I slid into her. She lifted her hips until I was buried deep within her and then she ground her pelvis against mine.

"I liked watching you finger yourself while you throated me," I said as I nibbled on her ear lobe.

I wasn't sure if it was the nibbling on her ear lobe or what I had said, but she shuddered and then started coming. I would have sworn that she was getting stronger muscles around her vagina because her grip on my cock was almost painfully tight and I could feel pulse after pulse run through her.

Angela clung to me as if her life depended on it and only when her orgasm had passed did she start to breath again and release me from her death grip hold.

I was near the edge from that display but it took several more minutes before I gave her another dose of my semen. When I was still, she slowly rotated her hips like someone trying to get pregnant tried to keep all the sperm in as long as possible.

I gently rolled off her and started to get out of bed, only to feel Angela gently grab my hand.

"Master, please?" she intoned, looking at my cock.

"If you promise to behave." I replied, smiling at her.

She did behave and only suckled enough to get all our secretions cleaned. Then she released me and smiled up at me.

"Thank you Master. Maybe I can make it the whole day and I have the bottle in the fridge if I need it."

I had been a bachelor for a while. Between work and travel, I didn't have much time to date and while I went out often, I hadn't had a woman consistently in the house in over a year.

Which is why I was surprised at how easily Angela fit into my morning routine. She got up and showered so that when I was awake and had a cup of coffee, she was nearly done in the bathroom.

She gave me a kiss as she headed out the door and promised to call me if she had any problems. I was left to finish my breakfast and read the paper in the silence I was used to. I was glad because I was feeling a bit tired after the morning's activities. On top of that, I was still sleepy bcause of the dream that had awakened me.

I assumed my subconscious was working out the dramatic changes that had happened. But I was also concerned about how tightly Angela seemed to have bonded to me, even to the point that she seemed to sense what I was thinking.

As I grabbed my coat and keys and headed out to my car, I wondered if some of her actions were based upon what she sensed that I would enjoy. In particular, I thought back to the episode of sex in my office last night.

While it was enjoyable, I was certain it had not been entirely comfortable for her. In fact, I was sure that she was sore and even bled a bit after the anal sex. I made a mental note to myself to be careful in how rough I was with her. If she was acting based upon my subconscious desires, then I needed my conscience to be strong enough for both of us.

Before long I was pulling into work and into my parking space, hoping that I hadn't caused any major accidents along the way, I had been so preoccupied that I really couldn't remember any of the drive.

Work itself was rather boring again. Everyone in the office was scurrying around trying to put the finishing touches on the project, but my part was done until the day of the presentation. I was already working on the next potential client and trying to get them to let us make a presentation to them on how we could improve their design and efficiency.

Soon it was afternoon and I was listening to the team polishing up their presentations and giving some feedback. We had several days still, but I liked to have it all done and practiced at least a few days before the presentation so that we were all comfortable and looked like this was no big deal to us.

When I did look down at my watch, I realized that it was ten after five and I hadn't heard from Angela. I hoped that meant that she had done better today and hadn't had any problems. I thought about calling her when my phone started vibrating. I excused myself and stepped outside to answer it.

"Hello?" I said as I flipped open the phone.

"Master?" I heard Angela whisper on the other end of the line.

"Yes, Angela. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, but I need to stay late for a meeting about a case that goes to trial tomorrow. I was hoping you could stop by here on your way home and I could, well you know," she said.

I chuckled. "No, Angela, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

"So I can get some of your cum," she said in a loud whisper.

"And just how do you plan on doing that?" I asked, enjoying the discomfort she was showing. It was the first time since the parking lot that she seemed uncomfortable and not in extreme pain.

"Well, if you must know, I was hoping to fuck you silly in my office. But as you know, I would be open to suggestions!" she replied rather hotly. Then I heard her groan.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Master. I shouldn't have said that!" Angela cried into the phone.

"It's alright, Angela. I'm not upset with you," I replied, now a bit worried about her.

I quickly walked to my office, grabbed my stuff, and told my admin that I was heading out.

"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes Angela. Where should I meet you?"

"Park in the same place you did yesterday and I will meet you on the corner and escort you into the building. Oh Master, please hurry, the pain is starting again."

It only took about ten minutes, for some reason traffic was light heading into downtown. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Angela standing in the doorway waving to me. I quickly found a parking spot and headed across the street.

Angela grabbed my hand and whisked me through security and onto the elevator. She didn't say anything because there were other people on the elevator with us, but she held my hand tightly and pressed against my side the whole way up.