Eventide (Her Father, My Master) (12 page)

more. I had to relax my muscles for him.

He pushed, and pushed even harder, and suddenly, with incredible force, his dick popped inside me.

It was so big, so huge, I wanted to scream and scrabble away from him. My ass was on fire. My skin

was seared from his whipping, and now my tight hole was in flames too. It was so painful.

But it was a good kind of pain, pain that melted through my body and rushed into my brain. It was my

master giving me this pain, too. I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. And he gave it to me, inch by agonizing

inch. He sunk his entire length inside me, around my spasming body. It was overwhelmingly, deliciously

painful.

After he impaled me with his entire length, he slowly drew out again, his cock squelching is it exited.

It felt even bigger coming out than it had going in, and I whimpered into the sheets now. He slapped my

ass, willing me into silence. I squirmed slightly, but complied. That slap stung – he'd hit me right on

those sensitive whip-marks.

He dug in again, and then began his usual short thrusting motion, jamming his mammoth of a dick as far

in my as it would go, all the way up to the hilt. I felt like I was being spread wider than I ever had before.

My master couldn't hold out long against the pleasure I was giving him. His thrusting quickly became

spasmodic and he slammed against me, faster and faster, harder and harder, until he finally came with a

roar, filling my ass up to its very limits.

“Good girl,” he said, panting from his exertion. I shuddered and shivered on the bed, unable to do

anything. I wouldn't even be able to sit properly for days, but that was how I liked it. I would have a

constant reminder of my master's dominance over me.

He pulled out of me one last time with another lewd squelch, and left my room.

I was exhausted.

Aside from my slight transgression, I was a model slave for my master. I had to be. I had to be as

perfect as possible for him. I dived into my duties with even more fervor than before, and was as willing

in the bedroom as humanly possible.

I was able to sit comfortably again after three days.

One evening, as I was cleaning the floor of the kitchen after a hard day of study, I heard the roar of an

engine outside the house, following by the pounding of feet as Mr. Hendricks dashed into the kitchen.

“Upstairs,” he hissed. “Now!”

The urgency of the command spurred me to stand up quickly and run for the safety of my bedroom. What

was going on? He hadn't planned any visitors. Once I reached my bedroom, I quickly and quietly shut the

door, and locked it for good measure. I was scared. I didn't want to be caught. I didn't want this to end, not yet. I'd only just gotten back to my old comfortable routine. I'd only just reconnected with my master.

I crept up the window, where I had a view of a portion of the driveway, and silently cursed at what I

saw.

I was fairly certain that it was Maddie's car there, mocking me.

Slipping over to my desk, I flipped my scheduler open to look at the date. It was Friday, mid-

September. Time for the first fall break in college.

But hadn't my master told me that she wasn't coming home for this break? Hadn't he said that she was

staying?

Clearly this wasn't the case, for I heard muffled voices, and the pounding of feet on stairs now. One

was high-pitched, female, and clearly belonged to Maddie. I padded silently over to the door and pressed

my ear against it, straining to hear the conversation.

“I know, but I thought I'd surprise you!” They were clearly mid-conversation.

“And this is a surprise, sweet pea, but I need more warning in the future.”

“Okay, okay.” I heard her sigh. “I know how you are with your schedules. Am I interrupting

anything?”

“No, not at all. I just need warning.”

They were walking by the hallway now, and my breath stilled completely as they neared my door.

Maddie couldn't hear me. She couldn't suspect.

“Whose car is that in the garage, anyways?” she now asked, and my heart pounded in my ears. She

knew what kind of car I drove.

“I'm holding that thing for a friend,” Mr. Hendricks said in reply, not skipping a beat.

“Oh.”

And with that, Maddie's door was shut with a muted thud. They'd gone inside. I wouldn't be hearing

any more of that conversation.

And I was also trapped. I didn't know what to do, so I curled up on the bed, and hoped my master

would think of something.

I was calmly meditating when my phone loudly buzzed, jolting me right out of the forest scene I was

currently immersed in. I jerked out a hand and grabbed the phone off the night stand, then instinctively

shoved it under my pillow. I had to be quiet. I gripped the phone tightly as it continued to buzz like an

angry hornet in my hand, until it finally stopped. I drew the phone out, and checked the caller ID.

It was Maddie. What the hell?

Before I could fully process the information, the phone buzzed again, this time a short buzz indicating a

text message. I checked the message. It was also from Maddie.

Where r u?

I scowled and thumbed a reply after waiting a few minutes:
College, genius.

Her reply:
Oh. What kind of car do u have?

My eyes widened. I knew where this was going, but I couldn't think of anything else to do, aside from

reply truthfully. A few moments later, she replied to my message:
My dad has a car just like it in our

garage right now.

I replied:
So what? It's not like I have a rare car.

Oh. Just thought it was interesting.

I rolled my eyes now. What was she getting at? Was she just looking for an excuse to talk to me? For

a moment, for just a moment, I forgot about how scared I was supposed to be of her, and only felt my

usual aggravation rising. I didn't respond to the message, and she didn't send another one.

I ended up falling asleep, waiting for my master to come and tell me what to do.

*****

When I woke up, it was completely dark, and I glanced at the clock on my night stand. It was eleven

in the evening. I'd slept for nearly three hours.

I jumped when I heard the sound of a key entering the lock to my room, and the clack of tumblers being

rolled aside. Someone was coming in. I only prayed that it was my master and not Maddie.

It was Mr. Hendricks. The room was dark, but I could still tell by the bulkiness of the silhouette that it

was him, and not Maddie. He quickly slipped into the room, and shut the door behind him before flicking

on the light.

“Well, this is an interesting situation,” he said lowly as he brought me a plastic grocery bag, tossing it

on the bed. The bag was full of non-perishable food. I looked up at him in askance, and he nodded. This

was going to be my food for the next couple of days. Until Maddie left, at least.

“What do I do?” I asked, feeling confused and nervous.

“Stay quiet. Don't leave your room when she's in the house.”

“What about-” As soon as I spoke, I felt the familiar twinge that came with needing to use the

restroom. “What about the bathroom?”

He sighed. “You'll have to hold it.”

“All day? Sir, I don't know if I can do that.”

“You'll have to try. Think of it as another challenge.”

“Okay, sir. I'll try.” I wasn't sure that I could do it at all.

Mr. Hendricks sat down next to where I was laying, and patted a leg. “You'll be fine, I promise.

She's leaving on Sunday night.”

That still left Saturday and most of Sunday. I didn't know what I was going to do.

*****

Saturday passed by slowly, agonizingly slowly. Maddie woke up around ten in the morning, and at

that point I knew I had to be as silent as possible. I couldn't make a peep. Even the clack of the keys on my keyboard were too noisy, so I couldn't even type a paper that was due soon.

I settled for hand writing it.

Not having access to a bathroom proved less problematic than I thought. Though Mr. Hendricks

supplied me with an ample amount of food and water, I only ate the tiniest amounts of each. In this way,

my restroom problems were solved. Not being able to eat made me cranky and irritable though, not to

mention tired. I slept a lot more than usual, which I also considered a blessing. It made the time pass by, at least.

I had a couple of scares. Once, I stumbled and fell, and froze on the carpeted floor as I heard Maddie

open the door to her room. I could scarcely breathe at all, my ears craning to hear the sound of her

footsteps. I nearly jumped a foot when I saw the door knob of my room jiggle slightly when she tried to

open it. And then I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I heard those footsteps tramp down the stairs.

But my troubles weren't over quite yet. She came back not five minutes later with Mr. Hendricks.

“I thought I heard something,” I heard her muffled voice pierce through the thin door. “I swear I heard

something in here.”

“You know I store things in here,” Mr. Hendricks replied. He sounded aggravated. Or perhaps as

nervous as I felt. “Some books probably fell off the shelf.”

My eyes widened when I heard the click of the key being pushed into the lock, and I leapt to my feet

quiet and agile as a cat. At least, I hoped so. Then I dashed to the temporary hiding place that Mr.

Hendricks had instructed me to use. It wasn't much – it wouldn't hold up to any searching at all, but most

people didn't think to look right behind the door they were opening.

I hit my hiding place just as the door began to slide open, holding my breath as I tried to keep from

making any noise at all. Thankfully, Mr. Hendricks only opened the door a crack, not enough for Maddie

to see anything.

“Ah,” he said into the room, and my heart gave an involuntary flutter. I still didn't understand how he

could have such an effect on me, even in these dire circumstances.

The door creaked shut, and he locked it again. “A shelf fell over,” he consoled Maddie, and I know

heard receding footsteps, until I was left safely alone again.

I pressed my back against the wall and sank to the ground, my heart and head both pounding, rushing

with blood and adrenaline. And I found myself wondering whether this was really all worth it.

Here I was, a secret no one could know, shoved off in a corner whenever I was inconvenient, spirited

away whenever Maddie visited. This wasn't any proper life. I sighed and pulled my knees up against my

chest, and wrapped my arms around my legs. I felt tired. Tired of all of this. There are a small part of

my that wanted to lead a normal life, with normal friends, normal lovers, and now I found that part of me

growing.

I wasn't sure if I could last the year.

Foot steps pounded on the stairs once again, and reflexively I froze, stilling my body and halting my

breath as the person I knew was Maddie passed by my door again. Feet thudded down the hall. They

paused in front of my door.

I waited, still and silent as a mouse.

Finally, they moved on. Her door shut, and I was free to move around again. Though I still had to be

quiet. I still had to be hidden. But I didn't want to be hidden anymore.

*****

Maddie finally went back to her college Sunday afternoon, to my great relief, and my master's as

well. Once again, I was free to move around the house. But I didn't feel free. I knew if she came back, I would be shoved back into my room once more, or carted off to my parents' house.

I had to talk to him about this. A couple of days later, I found myself seeking him out to do just that.

“Sir?” I said quietly, standing at the door of his study. He was currently staring at his computer. I felt my chest give a flutter. I hated interrupting him, and while he didn't forbid it of me, I still got the sense that I was making his life more difficult by talking to him when he didn't want to talk.

“Yes, pet?” he asked after a few moments, turning his attention from the monitor to me.

I gulped. “About last weekend...”

“Ah, yes, about that indeed.” He swiveled his chair around a focused on me entirely. I stood stock

still in the doorway, unsure of what to do or say next. My eyes darted about the room. His study was

richly appointed, with shelves of leather bound books, a huge mahogany desk with a matching leather

chair, and a china cabinet filled with souvenirs from Iraq, and his time in the war. I hadn't spent very

much time in this study. It was his place, his sanctuary. “You behaved very well, this past weekend. To

be honest, I'm surprised Maddie didn't find you out,” he said as I stared around the room.

I felt a small burst of pride, but I quickly quelled it. This wasn't what I was here about.

“I need-” I began to blurt out, but I didn't even know what I needed at this point. Space? Time alone?

Time with other people?

“Yes, pet?” he prompted after I froze in thought.

“I don't know, sir,” I concluded lamely. And I didn't know.

He stood now, towering over my smaller frame. When he was right there, so physical, so present, I

felt all my other wants and needs just melt away. The only thing I really needed was to be with him.

I shook my head. “I think I need to get outside,” I whispered, struggling against to feelings I had of

needing to be with him.

Mr. Hendricks nodded slightly, and took a few steps, closing the distance between us. “You need off