I Am Yours, Master!

An eBook By David Jewell.

Keith Powers enjoyed the sensation of being pushed back against the bucket seat of his 1968 Pontiac GTO as he accelerated up the on-ramp to Interstate 90 that ran across the southern half Minnesota. He loved the rush of feeling all four barrels of the carburetor opening up and feeding the three hundred and eight-five horses beneath the glistening red hood of his finely tuned classic car. The headers roared as he approached ninety miles per hour entering the Interstate. He backed off the accelerator until he was cruising effortlessly at seventy-five with the engine tachometer showing just under three thousand revolutions per minute. "Damn! I'll never tire of how that feels," he said. He looked at his passenger and touched the thin white leather collar around her neck. "What about you?"

"I love it, Master." Her heart was beating a little fast from the rush of feeling the horsepower power propelling the GTO up the on-ramp and eastbound onto Interstate 90 from Stewartville.

"I know, my pet." He noticed the outline of her hard nipples in her light blue rayon blouse. He smiled knowing the power and acceleration of the GTO had excited her in more ways than one. He touched her firm, braless breast.

"Mmmmm. That feels good, Master."

"It does," he agreed. Keeping his eyes on the road, he toyed with her pierced nipple and encouraged it to become even harder. He loved feeling her body responding to him.

As trained, she had hiked up her short black cotton skirt when she got into the car so that her naked pussy was against the black leather seat. She had positioned the skirt to display most of her legs while just concealing her shaved pussy.

He glanced at her shapely legs. He placed his hand on the top of her left thigh and softly stroked the top of it. He loved the texture of her skin. Slowly, he moved his hand toward her pussy. He smiled when she spread her legs in anticipation.

"Oh, Master," she purred as his fingers moved over the bare skin just above her slit. After two years of being collared to him, she was still amazed over how exciting his touches still felt. To be honest, she craved them more and more with each passing day.

"You are so smooth," he complimented her.

"Always for you, Master." She lifted her hips slightly. She gasped when his hand moved between her legs and lightly caressed her slit.

"You are a needy slut."

"I am, Master. Oh, yeah," she gasped as his fingers moved between the lips of her pussy and touched her clit. She looked at him with soft, blue eyes that conveyed a complete surrender to him and a growing, urgent need between her legs.

"Mmmmmmm."

"Do you want to cum for me?" he asked as he massaged her joy button.

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