“Do not stop, girl. Keep going, and when you get to your bungalow, stop, turn around, and put your back against the door.”
I step over the chain and on the other side is a large puddle that I have to step through to get back to the path. I hear voices, but they are not in sight—the people they belong to are around a corner or on a nearby path. I’m not sure which, but Vaughn grunts at my hesitation and I continue through the puddle and step out onto the path. My pace quickens and I walk quickly down the small section of sidewalk that leads to my door. When I finally get there I feel a little relief that I made it, so I stop, turn around and then press my back against the door with a smile.
Vaughn is gone.
I fidget, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait. After several minutes of this torture, wondering if people will walk by and see me standing here, covered in mud and bare naked, I hear him talking to someone down the path, out of sight.
It’s another man. A deep voice that has a hearty laugh to it. I can hear them as they talk low, but I can’t make out the words.
I take a deep breath and wonder if he expects me to go inside.
Not likely.
The voices get closer and I know, right then, I know. He’s bringing him this way on purpose. He’s gonna let some strange man look at my naked body to hammer home his point.
I’m his property and he can do with me what he wants.
I watch them as they approach and then, just before they turn the corner that will give this stranger a full-frontal view of my naked and dirty body, they stop. There’s a junction there. A fork in the road, if you will.
And I feel like this is a fork in the road for me too. Because if he brings that man over here, I will turn and go inside. That’s a line I won’t let him cross.
I take a deep breath and steady myself to disobey. They chat loudly, laughing. I can hear the conversation now. They are talking about my bag. Vaughn must have picked it up and carried it back from the clearing. They are looking inside, because the other man is asking Vaughn if he’s got a naked girl stashed somewhere.
“I do,” Vaughn says. “I’m going to her now.”
“Don’t forget lunch, dude. See you in a few.”
And then the other man walks down the path that leads away and Vaughn comes into full view.
He’s smiling. Quite big. “Good, girl. You have no idea how pleased I am.”
I’m humiliated and confused but I’m pretty sure he’s got every idea about how I feel. “I’m sorry, Master. For disobeying you.”
“I’m sure you are, Grace. But we’re not done here, not even close. I am a fountain of ideas, girl. You need to understand what you’re getting into if you deny me again. I’m going to make this incident your example.”
My mouth drops into a frown. “What else do I have to do?”
“Please yourself, Grace. Here. Now. And once you do that, once you make yourself come in public for me, I will allow you to go inside and clean up.”
I just blink at him. He wants me to masturbate? Here?
“Hurry up, girl. I’m waiting.’
“I—I can’t, Mr. Asher,” I say, breaking the Master rule so he knows I need some leeway right now. “Really, I’m not kidding. I hardly ever come when I masturbate without a vibrator.”
“Do you have a vibrator inside?”
“No—”
“Then you are shit out of luck, girl. Not put your fucking fingers between your legs, stick them inside your pussy, and make yourself come.”
I draw in a deep breath and try to decide if I want to continue with this.
I do. I can’t fucking help it. I do. I want him to fuck me, dammit. And not just because he’s Vaughn Asher, the man I’ve fantasized about for years, but because I’m so damn horny, I just need it!
My hand dips down to my legs, but a voice on the next path makes me freeze. I look up at Asher and he’s smiling. Asshole.
“Keep going, Grace.”
He’s confusing me with the name thing. He’s calling me Grace, but he’s not being sympathetic to my situation at all. I take a steadying breath and begin to stimulate myself. I watch him intently as I do it. I picture him naked to get myself wet, and then I picture him on top of me, kissing me with that delicious mouth of his. And now that I think about it, I’ve gotten myself off to his image hundreds of times. At least. And here he is in front of me, in the flesh. In the rock-hard flesh.
“Your cock is hard, Asher,” I say, surprising myself.
He just smiles.
“Your cock is hard and my pussy is so, so wet. You have no idea what you’re missing. You can stand there and stare all you want, that’s fine with me. Because I’ve got what you want, even if you refuse to admit it right now. You’re going to watch me play with my clit, then you’re going to go back to your room and jerk off, thinking about me doing this. So I’m the one in control now, Asher. I’m the one—”