This chapter is an excerpt from my ebook, A Masterful Seduction by the Book, available at Smashwords.
All George told me that I needed for the weekend was casual clothes, a bathing suit, and beach sandals. I assumed sunscreen would be important … and my hair dryer, a brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, makeup, shampoo, soap … Before I knew it, my carry-on suitcase was packed to the gills. I wondered if men had any idea what kind of project it was to pack just to spend the night somewhere, especially at the spur of the moment.
He picked me up at nine, threw my suitcase in the back seat, and we hit the road going north.
“So, where are we going?” I asked.
He gave me a smile and a kiss and said, “You’ll see when we get there.”
Of course. Why would I expect him to break his pattern? After only being out with him three times since we first met, I figured whatever he had planned would be fun and that I’d be in safe hands.
He was in an incredibly playful mood, singing to bad ‘70’s songs on satellite radio and cracking jokes along the way. This was a side I really hadn’t seen of him, which tended to be incredibly proper, polite, serious and sometimes stern. It was a side of him I was really having a lot of fun with until he told me: “Hike your left foot up on the dashboard.”
I looked at him to look for a cue to what he was up to. He glared at me, a reminder that I should have responded with, “Yes, Sir,” and not bother to question him.
“That’s twelve,” he said, referring to the number of spankings I had accumulated for not following directions s properly since the night before.
I complied. I couldn’t do this without my short denim skirt hiking up to my hips and exposing my bare pussy for anyone on the road to see. Thankfully, we were on a two-lane road surrounded only by trees on both sides. No one could see my pussy until he got into the opposite lane to pass a semi-truck ahead of us.
Oh my. Was he really going to do this?
I wanted to pull my leg down, but I knew better. I already had a dozen spankings coming my way.
George cruised alongside the driver who had his eyes on the road … until he honked his horn.
The truck driver, a gruff looking man in his late 40’s, maybe early 50’s, turned his head and gave me a scuzzy, lecherous smile.
George started laughing, and told me, “Give him a nice show while I still have an open road ahead of me.”
He put my fingers on my pussy and guided me to rub it. I started stroking the folds with one finger and then two. Then suddenly, he pulled ahead of the truck to let an oncoming car have its right-of-way.
George laughed and smiled at me, told me I could put my foot down and reached for my hand to hold it.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
“Because you told me to,” I said.
“I love that you did, but I what I’m trying to get at is why you do what I tell you?” he said.
It was a good question, and I didn’t quite understand my answer. Normally and with any other guy, I would have said something like, “Are you out of your freaking mind?” But with George, it was different.
“It’s the thrill of the challenge,” I said. “It’s about challenging my inner will. It’s about challenging my trust in you. So far, I’ve come to trust you. You’ve appreciated what I’ve done and you’ve kept me out of real danger.”
“You’re picking up on who I am and what I’m all about very quickly,” he said. “And you have no qualms about where I’m taking you or what we’ll be doing this weekend?”
“No, but should I?” I asked.
George just smiled like a kid who had done something really wrong and got away with it.
We spent a good amount of the time in the car talking about hard limits and things I wanted to try. He said he was quite surprised how well I had taken to Katherine the day before in the way I let her expose my nude body to him and allowed her touch me between my legs,
“Did that surprise you, too?” he asked.
“Yes and no,” I told him.
I was always curious about how it would feel to be with another woman, but chalked it up to it just being a fantasy of something I would probably never have the opportunity to try. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t a number of men who would have loved to see what George saw last night and would have made arrangements to make it happen. But with George it was different, especially in the way that he put a stop to it when things were getting really hot and I wanted to touch her myself.
“It’s all about control, my kitten,” he said. “Control over you and even myself.”
“So what kinds of things have you … oh, how do I put it … been the master of your domain about?” I asked.
He kissed my hand that he was still holding, and said, “Many things. Many, many things.”
“Such as?” I asked.
He laughed, and said, “If I told you, I would be tipping my hand too much. I like keeping you on your toes and keeping you guessing.”
“But that’s not fair,” I said. “I’ve spent the good part of the last forty-five minutes divulging things I’ve never discussed with …