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She bit back a moan as he lowered her skirt before helping her to rise. As she stood, she imagined the eyes of a hundred people upon her, smiling, knowing she was the naughty girl who had to be punished.
“That was just a sample of what you shall receive,” her Master said.
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” she said. As he guided her into the car and the driver climbed behind the wheel, Elizabeth saw him looking in the rearview mirror.
In her bed, Elizabeth squirmed, the slight ache in her recently paddled bottom adding to her dream.
“You belong on your knees,” her Master said, and watched as she slid as gracefully as she could off the leather seat to kneel between his legs. He opened them slowly, as if deciding whether she was worthy to serve. “Suck me,” he said, gruffly, as he unzipped his pants and released his cock, already hard and demanding attention.
Elizabeth moaned in her desire to serve—to prove to him that she was sorry for her disobedience. She opened her mouth and obediently took her Master inside, her lips stretching to accept the cock that she had been ordered to service.
As he forced her head down along the length of his shaft, ignoring her sounds of distress or the flood of saliva that poured from her lips stretched so wide around his cock, she met his eyes.
“Open your throat for me, Miss Adams,” he said, in that tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. “You’ll suck me slowly, but I promise,” he continued, as he pressed the back of her head firmly, “you’ll take every inch of my cock and thank me for the pleasure.”
Elizabeth jerked up in bed, her heart pounding as her body convulsed. She was stunned to find her hand down the front of her pajama pants, her fingers still on her trembling sex. She had never masturbated in her sleep before. She was breathing hard, her pulse racing. She slowly pulled her hand free, her entire body shuddering. It had been the most intense dream she’d ever had. She slowly pushed back the covers which were suddenly way too hot for her heated body. She climbed out of bed, shaky and embarrassed and yet truly amazed. She quietly went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the taps as she stripped out of her pajamas. Her panties were soaking wet as she peeled them off her body. She tossed everything into the hamper. Pinning her hair up into a messy bun, she stepped into the stall.
The water cooled and cleansed her, as she stood under the stream. Elizabeth was careful not to get her hair wet, but she knew she would never be able to sleep until she was clean and fresh. Shutting off the water, she wrapped a thick towel around her body and padded back to her room. Newly dressed in a fresh pair of panties and a tank top, she climbed back into bed, turning on her side. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. She forced the memory of what happened to the back of her mind, but right before she slipped into sleep, a man’s face swam into view, his intense blue eyes seeming to stare into her soul, a knowing smile on his lips.
Chapter Seven
“That is the hottest story I’ve ever heard,” Nancy said the next morning, as they drove to the office. “I’ve never heard of anyone coming in a dream. Wow, Liz, this Limo Man is really messing with your head.”
Elizabeth shrugged, not willing to tell her best friend that it wasn’t only her head he was messing with. Her body ached and her heart pounded every time she thought of him. “Limo Man?” Elizabeth said, attempting to add some humor to the conversation. “I guess that’s a better way to think of him if he shows up in my dreams again. I’ve been calling him Ma… um, Mystery Man.”
Nancy looked at her, her eyes betraying that she had, indeed, caught the slip. “While I am praying that you do find a man whom you wish to call Master and find the happiness and love that I have with Jason,” Nancy said, as they pulled up to the office, “I don’t want you to lose any sleep over some mystery Limo Man. Agreed?”
Elizabeth nodded, as she unlocked their office door. “Agreed. Besides we are going to be way too busy to be fantasizing about anything but this project.”
Nancy flipped on their computers. “What I find really interesting is that I tell you to have a nightmare and instead you have an erotic fantasy. I’m going to have to do some research to learn what that dream means.”
Elizabeth began to click icons to open them, refusing to meet Nancy’s eyes, mentally kicking herself for using the word fantasizing. “While you’re Googling, how about you double check the price on those pillows.” She opened the last file to the sound of Nancy laughing.
The next week flew by. The women worked long hours and would have missed many meals if not for Jason. He was accustomed to how intensely they buried themselves in their work. He also seemed to understand the timing could have been better; Elizabeth would be swamped while he and Nancy were on their honeymoon. Elizabeth would never complain, but Jason did all he could to make this week easier by preparing dinner every evening, keeping it warm in the oven or waiting in their refrigerator, with easy instructions on heating it up whenever they finally dragged themselves home.
The entire team met at the Dietrich home on Friday morning. Benjamin and Helen welcomed them all and accepted their thanks with a graciousness that proved why so many firms wished to work with them. Their house was a palatial estate in the very wealthy River Oaks neighborhood. Though other neighborhoods had grown up outside Houston’s city limits over the years, no McMansion came close to the stately, elegant charm of homes that had been constructed in the 1920s.
Nancy and Elizabeth stood in the middle of the master suite and watched as the last of the furnishings and accessories that were not in their final design were packed up and taken to storage. They were keeping the antique bedroom set, both agreeing the bed was not only a better quality than a great deal of the furniture available today, but it was also romantic. The huge sleigh bed had been in Benjamin’s family for generations and hopefully would continue to be passed down the family line.
Nancy said, “Liz, are you sure you don’t want to wait for me to help? I feel like I am abandoning you. You’ve got so much still to coordinate. I know my people aren’t scheduled until after next week, but those are just the final things. In the meantime, you are going to be stuck supervisingallof this!” Nancy said.
They left the bedroom and entered the adjoining bathroom. It was being enlarged and updated, and had already been gutted, the plumbing reconfigured to allow for a huge shower, a much larger double-sink vanity and a claw-foot tub that Elizabeth had found that was currently being restored.
“I’m sure, Nancy,” Elizabeth assured her. “The shower will be in by Sunday, and I can spend several days next week working on the mosaic. It will be fine, I promise. Everything is under control. I don’t want you worrying about anything. You are getting married tomorrow,” Elizabeth continued. “I love you, girl, and as you so wisely said not too long ago, this project is not what life is about. Now, relax and think about how Jason is going to look when he sees you walking down the aisle.”
Nancy threw her arms around Elizabeth. “I love you, too,” she said and visibly relaxed.
Elizabeth grinned, knowing Nancy’s mind was no longer just fixated on the project; it was on the love of her life.
The Dietrichs left when the teams did. Until the house was finished, they would stay at a hotel. Knowing how taxing a long hotel stay could be, the teams agreed to try to facilitate the couple’s return as quickly as possible. Elizabeth certainly didn’t mind. After this weekend, she had nothing to keep her from burying herself in her work.
The wedding was even more beautiful than Elizabeth had imagined. Nancy was radiant in her gown. It was a simple sheath of white satin, every inch of the fabric clinging to her gorgeous body. Elizabeth fought back her own tears as she helped arrange the floor-length veil, pulling it back behind the bride, who stood beside her proud father, her hand tucked into the crook of his arm. Nancy’s mother gave her daughter one final kiss before she turned to enter the church, tears of happiness already on her cheeks. Nancy’s parents were very liberal, open-minded individuals who gave their children the freedom to choose their own paths. Both knew that Nancy and Jason lived a lifestyle that a great deal of people would consider unnatural and even sinful. However, they understood that their little girl had found true love and happiness with the man of her dreams. Knowing Jason adored and loved their daughter and certain he would protect her and share her dreams was everything they could have hoped for.
The bridesmaids lined up, each giving the bride one last hug. When it was Elizabeth’s turn, the women embraced, though neither said a word. All had been said before, the love they shared strong—their desire for the other to find true happiness, sincere.
The ceremony was poignant, the couple promising to love and honor each other. When Nancy pledged to obey her husband, Elizabeth knew the vow was more than mere words; Nancy made the promise with all of her heart. Jason swore to protect Nancy always, to guide her through their lives and to love her until the day he died. There wasn’t a dry eye among the women and even some of the men attending the wedding shed some tears. When they were pronounced man and wife and they kissed, the church erupted in cheers and shouts. Laughter replaced tears as Jason released his bride. “Let’s see if my bride meant her vows.” Wiggling his eyebrow, he said, “I order you to kiss me again, my wife.”
Nancy laughed and then slowly reached out to cup his face between her palms. No one dared breathe as she moved ever so slowly toward him. Just before she placed her lips against his, she paused. “I will always obey you, my husband,” she said, clearly.
