One Week part 2

Sir was relentless and he was set on a mission to break me. By the time we got to his place, I was panting, sweating, and soaked.
 
He turned the engine off, stepped out, and went to open my side.
 
“Get out and take that dress off and clean up your cum.”
 
“Yes, Sir”
 
I got out and looked around to make sure no one could see and then I felt it. His had cracked down on my ass.
 
“If I wanted someone else here to see what is mine I would. Right now, I have given you an order. Do it now.”
 
I took the dress off and I had nothing underneath. My nipples were rock hard from the cold chill, and I know his handprint must be emblazoned on my ass.
 
I balled the dress up and bent over to clean up my cum.
 
I knew he was behind me watching then I felt it.  He pushed his fingers into my swollen pussy and pull it out. My legs were trembling.
 
“I’m going to continue to push these three fingers in until your finish and I want you to suck my fingers until they are clean. If you do it to my satisfaction I will I let you suck my cock until I cum.”
 
“Yes Sir.”
 
I’ve tasted myself before that did not excite me but to suck it off his fingers does.
 
He did a slower pace than I had in the car, and it was building me up quickly. It had to be because of my multiple orgasms by my hand. I finished cleaning and he pulled out of me.
I stood up and looked at him.
 
“Open and suck it slowly off my fingers. Don’t squeeze your legs together.”
Shit, he knew I was turned on.
 
I opened my mouth and suck those three fingers like they were the best meal I ever had. My taste with his was hitting a spot.
 
“Mmm.” I moaned and he pulled them out watching me.
 
“No. not yet.” He said and turned to walk into the place.
 
It was a nice place. There were a lot of windows though.
 
“I rented this place because I cannot do to you what I want in mine.”
“Do, Sir?”
 
“Yes, do. Follow me into the bedroom.”
 
He led me to a room that was plain. No real decor to it. He went to the closet and pulled out a short black dress and matching shoes.
 
“Get cleaned up. I’m hungry and I want to go eat.”
 
“Yes Sir.”
 
He left and I needed to cum again. Shit, this is not me. Once maybe twice but this amount is not my normal. I went to the bathroom down the hall and looked at myself.  
 
I looked Fucked. I mean done and he has not entered me yet other than his fingers.
I changed quickly and controlled my dark wild hair.
 
I opened a drawer and saw the three different flavored lubes inside. My heart raced.
You only got here calm down. We have to eat.
 
I went out to see him waiting by the door. I went to him and opened his hand. He held on to a chain with diamond handcuffs closed.
 
For this week this stays on.  At the end of the week, you can hand it back to me and this will be over.
 
“Yes Sir.”
 
He put it on, and I am owned. I blew out my breath and turned around.
 
“You ready pet?”
 
“Yes, Sir”
 
The restaurant was upscale, and the food was delicious, we talked about the trip over and laughed at the stain on the red dress.
 
“Pet, you need to go to the bathroom.” He said with a smile.
 
I didn’t but I did what he wanted.  
 
The bathroom matron looked at me and smiled appreciating the dress. I looked over my makeup and then I saw her leave.
 
Sir came in and locked the door. Then unbuttoned his pants. He pulled out his cock and my eyes were riveted.
 
“Kneel and take me.”
 
The floor looked clean, but I had to do it, I kneeled and took his cock in hand. The tip pebbled with precum. I licked it and he watched his reaction. He tasted a bit salty which went well with the mojito lingering on my taste buds. His eyes are lower, intensely watching. Took the head in, twirled my tongue around, and flicked the hole with it.
 
My mouth started to salivate more, and I took more of him in. The more spit I produced the more I took until I was at the base of his shaft with all of him inside.
 
Involuntarily I swallowed and he let out such a deep moan I could not, not look at him. I slid him out and then took him fully all the while trying to control my gag reflex. He held my head and started to fuck my mouth in earnest.  
 
I could not hold back how messy it was getting. The friction caused it to froth in his hair, but we did not stop,
 
The speed increased and I grabbed his balls and squeezed. I felt when he was almost there.
 
“Swallow it. Don’t you dare spit it out?”
 
He pumped a few more times and I felt it shoot to the back of my throat and I drank it down.
 
He pulled out with his cock glistening from my spit. He took a hand towel and cleaned up while I was still catching my breath from the mouth beating.
 
“Very good pet. You almost gave me your teeth, but you pulled back. Stand up and clean up. Meet me at the table in five minutes.”
 
He went to the door and pulled it open. The woman came in and looked a little concerned.
 
“Men are not allowed in the ladies' room.”
 
I looked at her and burst out laughing. That was the only thing that bothered her.
 
Again, my hair was a wreck. This time I was prepared with a mini comb and travel cream.
 
I left the bathroom with a slight glow of naughtiness on my face and met with Sir.
 
“Ready to go? It has been quite a day for you. You need your rest.”
 
Why was there an undertone of menace in that statement?
 
“You need your rest.”
 
End of Day One