Page 38 of Dozer

He at least let me walk down the steps before he put it on, but then every five steps, he spun me in a circle. Sometimes one direction, sometimes another, and it was more than one circle, and I doubt they were full circles. He kept his hands on me, so I was never in danger of falling, but everything was backwards and wrong, and I had no idea what part of the downstairs we were in when he finally took the hood off.

We were inside a safe, and there were guns, stacks and stacks of cases of bullets, and more cash than I’ve ever seen in my life.

“I look okay on paper, and I have enough liquid I could buy a late-model used car without it putting me short, but coming up with sixty or eighty grand for a new car would take some creative financing. However, if it’s something I can pay cash for, like a laptop, or shoes, or clothes, it isn’t a problem.”

I’ve seen a million in hundreds in a suitcase, so I knew how much room that took, and if these were all hundreds, he probably had thirty million dollars. I shook my head and walked forward to look at the cash close-up, and saw that it was mostly twenties, which would make it closer to six million. I walked tothe side, saw mostly tens, walked more to the side, and saw some fives.

“So, you have nearly three million in cash in your basement? Unlaundered, I assume.” And untaxed.

He smiled. “A little less than that, a touch over two million, but an excellent guesstimate. Your family probably keeps their cash in hundreds, but it’s easier to spend in smaller bills. I also have some fail-safes. Bullets sell well during the collapse of any civilization, plus I’ve accumulated a whole lot of silver, and a little gold.”

I looked at the shelves he motioned to, and saw a shitload of silver coins and bars, and enough gold I was impressed. I had no idea the worth of bullets, or silver and gold in these forms, but it was a lot. Probably more than I assumed, which was at least another million.

He’d told me, once, that he had a list of things he wanted me to do, that he wasn’t ordering me to do. I’d figured, at the time, that offering sex when he didn’t demand it was probably on that list, and it seemed like a good opportunity to do so for the first time.

“Have you ever had sex in your safe, Master?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I have not.”

But how to ask for it? Making demands would probably be bad, but any way I worded it, I’d be implying he didn’t have a right to… uggg. “This is tricky, Master. I find…” Crap. Stupid pronouns. I started again. “Your slave wants to offer sex of her own free will when you aren’t demanding it, but without implying you wouldn’t have a right to, Master.”

“And what services is my slave offering?”

I was amusing him, so I kept at it. If I got to choose, I’d want his mouth, but this should probably be about pleasing him. “However Master wants to use his slave would be wonderful, Sir.”

“Well, I don’t have any lube on me, and I’m not of a mind to go get any, so that leaves mouth and cunt.”

He looked around the room, and I noted there were two large workstations — one designed for someone standing, the other for someone seated. He pulled his shirt off and settled it on the lower workstation.

I leaned over, rested my upper body on the shirt, spread my legs, and arched my back. When he was pleased with me, he usually put a cushion down for my knees when I gave him a blowjob, but he’d never cushioned a table for me to lean over it, before.

“Keep your face on the shirt,” he said. “I rebundle cash on this table — no telling what germs are on it.”

Ah, so this was about keeping his slave healthy, and not about her comfort.

Shit, now he had me thinking of myself as a slave instead of an “I”.Fuck.

He pressed the head of his dick to my opening without any foreplay, and I tried hard to be open for him, but I wasn’t wet enough when he started pushing in, and he slapped my ass.

I flinched, expecting it to hurt, but it only stung a little, and for some odd reason, I wiggled my butt at him.

He chuckled, stepped away, and slapped the other cheek — again, hard enough to sting, but it didn’t truly hurt.

“You been spanked for pleasure before, little flower?”

“No, Sir.”

Another swat to my right cheek, then my left. Then two more. And two more.

And then fingers inside my pussy, and it was wet now.

“Seems we might need to explore the fun to be had with a reward spanking, but later.”

And then his dick was back in my pussy, filling me, opening me. He went all the way in and curled the fingers of both hands around my shoulders.

“New game, little flower. Hold onto your orgasm. If you don’t think you can, warn me and I’ll back off, but you don’t get to come until I give you permission. If you can hold it back, we’ll explore that reward spanking when we go upstairs, and you’ll get lots of orgasms. If you can’t hold onto it, I have a fucking machine that will fuck you in all three holes at once, and I’ll put you on it for two hours and then make you run three miles on the treadmill.”

If he hadn’t told me I couldn’t orgasm, it’s possible I wouldn’t have needed to at all, but knowing I wasn’t allowed made everything in my body shoot straight into the stratosphere. Master went slow for a few thrusts, nearly all the way out and then all the way in, but before long he’d picked up speed and was slamming into me, and I shouted, “I can’t hold onto it, please help me Master!”

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