Daisy had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she couldn’t wait for her dream vacation with Lucas, but it was really hard to pack her suitcase and not know where they were going. Would she be going out socially a lot or was she more likely to be hiking in the mountains? She loved the mysterious side of Lucas’ personality as much as she couldn’t stand it.
Half of her huge suitcase was taken up with makeup and things that kept her long, softly wavy blonde hair incredibly beautiful and sexy anyway. She wasn’t allowed more than one suitcase.
Yes, that’s right. Allowed.
Lucas liked to tell her what she could and couldn’t do, no other boyfriend before him had dared to do that to her. But he was just different. He was older than the men she’d dated before him. He was in his early forties, but he was incredibly sexy and quite frankly, the way he was successful and wealthy created an aura of irresistibility around him that she not only felt herself, but it was impossible to miss that that was how other women reacted to him.
Only once had she indulged in a jealous scene. Her punishment was that Lucas hadn’t called her in four weeks. She thought she’d lost him. When she finally heard from him again with no explanation as to where he was and that he had theater tickets, she suppressed the urge to berate him. She had no control in the theater and tried to tell him her piece, but he looked at her with his dark eyes and whispered in his icy voice, if this was another scene from her, she’d better get ready to not hear from him for another month.
Daisy fell silent. Her naturally large lips pressed together and her teeth for good measure, lest she say something she would regret.
And he stroked her hair and kissed her cheek and took her hand, and she knew she wasn’t going to make a scene for him. She was just happy and even though all his rules were annoying, maybe that’s just the way older men are.
There was only one thing that really bothered her and it annoyed her that Lucas wasn’t even going to talk about it.
Lucas probably had some sort of problem in bed. Maybe he didn’t get hard anymore, maybe he never enjoyed sex, and there was also the possibility that even though he appreciated some qualities about Daisy – otherwise he wouldn’t have been seeing her in the first place – maybe she wasn’t quite his type. He’d never even touched her.
And she was doing her best to change that. She wasn’t very tall at 5 foot 4, but her figure was perfect, that’s what practically everyone told her. She was slender with beautifully shaped legs and arms, and she had big breasts and a nice round butt. Her long, rich, blonde hair fell down to her bottom and she had a very symmetrical, gorgeous face with big blue eyes. And although she preferred to dress stylishly, which Lucas obviously approved of – not praised, approved! – rather than put her assets on display too much, she decided to seduce her boyfriend on vacation, wherever Lucas would take her.
Daisy liked sex. She needed it.
For two hours she put the remaining halves of her suitcase into various bits of clothing and shoes, only to take everything out again and try something else. Finally, she gave up. She added the burnouts and the comfy jeans and also the gorgeous stiletto pumps and three sexy dresses, one was for a lady – super classy, one was for a sexy lady – still classy but with a cleavage, and the third was just for an upscale slut.
Lucas picked her up at seven sharp the next morning and since he was driving, she was convinced they wouldn’t be going far or he’d hire a driver. They weaved through the increasing rush hour traffic and chatted about the weather.
“I want to thank you,” he told her then. He looked at her with his dark eyes and she brightened.
“For what?” she grunted in satisfaction.
“I have requested you not to ask questions about where we are going and I know it must be hard. And you never once questioned where we were going. Open the glove compartment, you’ll find your reward there.”
She couldn’t help squealing with delight. She opened the compartment and as Lucas had said, there was a box about the size of a book, all red, covered in plush and engraved with the initials DH – Daisy Harlow. Not only had he bought her a present, he’d even actually had the box custom made just for her.
When she opened it, the mixed feelings she’d been battling for the last three days since she’d known Lucas was taking her on holiday escalated. Inside the box was a beautiful piece of jewelry, but it looked like a diamond-encrusted black dog collar. It even had her name on it – Daisy. And while it looked like a collar without pretense, it was studded not only with diamonds, but also with two giant black pearls, one on either side of her name. It was more than 2 inches tall, but she had a long, slender neck, so that shouldn’t be a problem.
He looked at her and her embarrassment put a smile on his face.
“Like it?” He asked.
“Yes,” she stammered out. “Um, but I wasn’t expecting it. It looks like… like a collar.”
“Put it around your neck.”
She did what he said. She struggled for a moment before she managed to fasten all the buckles behind her neck and he didn’t offer to stop and help her out. When the collar finally sat on her neck, she turned to him and in the most seductive voice she could muster, asked.
“How does it look on me?”
He glanced at her, and for the very first time since she’d known him, she could feel it from him – lust. Daisy blinked in surprise, gently ran her fingers over the collar with her palms, and in that moment she loved the collar.
“It looks very right,” Lucas said at last.
Although Daisy resisted asking where they were going, she kept a close eye on the road signs and tried to figure it out for herself. But it didn’t make much sense to her, only after a while did she come to the conclusion that they were going to the airport. And she was right.
As they were already seated in the cabin of the private jet, Lucas, dressed in a crisp white shirt with his pilot’s epaulettes neatly displayed on his shoulders, adjusted his aviator sunglasses. His mandatory headset rested comfortably over his ears, the microphone poised just below his chin, ready for any in-flight communication. She suddenly remembered something.
“Where’s my suitcase? Isn’t it left in the car?”
Lucas powered up the auxiliary unit, then glanced at Daisy. In his usual calm tone, he said, “No need to worry; you won’t have to bother with that. You’re all set; everything you require is ready and waiting.”
Daisy opened her mouth to object, but he looked at her sternly. He was just different today and she didn’t want to upset him, so she shut her mouth again and watched, thinking about what was actually waiting for her, as the plane took off and leaving the ground below.
The flight didn’t take long, Daisy estimated it to be about three hours. She had no idea where she actually was and as her precious communicated with the tower about landing, she tried to get a location of where they were but failed. The mysteriousness of it was starting to annoy her a little and she threw him an angry look where she let her frustration show.
“Don’t do that again,” he told her firmly. “I won’t tolerate it.”
The first sign that her vacation wasn’t going to be all lounging on the beach and romance in the falling sun was the chauffeur who picked them up at the airport. He was probably a man, but she could tell just by the tuxedo and bow tie he wore. His face was covered by a scraper, the kind she’d seen perhaps only in the movie Eyes Wide Shut, whose popularity she’d never quite understood.
The second signal was that Lucas hadn’t touched her at all. He hadn’t helped her out of the car, hadn’t held the the door for her, had gone first and left her to follow him like some kind of chaperone. All she could register was that they were in some vast place, something between an English fiefdom and an American mansion. The driver escorted them into the entrance hall and without saying a word the whole time, he simply disappeared.
A strange couple was waiting in the lobby. Daisy grinned, ready to make some apt remark, She let her cravings for a bit of mischief fade and decided not to go through with it as she looked at Lucas. What the hell was going on?
The couple that greeted them was a man, slightly younger than Lucas, but like him, dressed in an expensive suit but no tie, just his shirt unbuttoned at the neck. She was kneeling beside him – really, kneeling! – a beautiful young woman. She was wearing nothing but a totally tasteless latex dress, from which her tiny breasts with large pink nipples were peeking out, and the strategically placed holes not only gave away her shaved crotch, but completely exposed her anus in the back. Absolutely disgusting! It didn’t help that there were probably real pearls on the outfit.
The man welcomed them. Actually, he only welcomed Lucas, he didn’t even look at her as if she wasn’t even there. The guy mumbled something about how he hoped they enjoyed their stay, everything was set up to his satisfaction. Not to their satisfaction, to his. In case the idiot hadn’t noticed, this was the twenty-first century, men didn’t own women and they were more than capable of speaking for themselves. She was about to say it, but this time Lucas looked at her, and there was something more in his eyes than the coldness and sternness he’d made her feel during the trip.
“Rule number one,” he said. “Until I personally order you to say something, you keep quiet. If I ever have to repeat rule number one, trust me, you won’t like it.”
What the fuck, she thought. But she decided to have a heart-to-heart with him and tell him what she thought of his idea of a vacation together.
When the other man finished, he motioned with his hand and the beautiful woman, still kneeling at his feet, nimbly jumped up, motioned with her hand for Daisy to follow her, and was already stomping up the stairs.
The first unpleasant surprise that awaited her was a bed for one. It took a moment for it to dawn on her. This was just supposed to be her room, Lucas had his own. She hadn’t expected that. But she immediately decided that her plans to seduce him and take their relationship to the next level would not be disrupted in the slightest. She wanted to look in the closets, wondering if the wardrobe Lucas had obviously prepared for her would be to her liking, and also hoping to learn more about what awaited her here, but the practically naked woman wouldn’t let her. Taking her by the hand, she dragged her into the tub, wordlessly ordering her to strip and get in, and began to fill the water. Then she took her clothes and carried them away, when she returned before the water was filled, she ruffled her hair and massaged her, putting Daisy back in a good mood for a while.
It wasn’t going to last her long.
“Where are we anyway?” Daisy began the conversation, but waited in vain for an answer.
So she went about it another way.
“What’s there to do here, anyway? Tennis, golf?”
The obnoxious girl was still silent.
“At least tell me your name. You have a name, right?”
But even that didn’t work, and as much as Daisy would have loved to have a female ally or even a friend on her side, she hoped this stupid girl dressed like a streetwalker wasn’t the only woman she’d meet here.
When the woman bent down to pull the plug out of the tub, she completely soaked her naked breasts in the water in the process, showing foam on her nipples.
“That’s a pretty sexy trick,” Daisy told her, not waiting for a response this time. “I’ll have to try that with Lucas.”
The woman handed her a large black towel and helped her dry off. Then she took the towel from her again, and there was no robe handy, so completely naked, the other woman led her into the bedroom. Daisy went to the wardrobe again, but the woman pointed to the bed, where something black and titty was lying on the black tablecloth, so Daisy didn’t even notice at first. As the woman reattached the collar she’d gotten from Lucas to her neck – she only now noticed that she herself was wearing a similar one, just not as fancy, with the name Jane on it – she looked in shock at the sort of tangle of straps she was probably going to wear.
This was too much for her. Daisy couldn’t control her frustration this time and screamed: “Are you fucking kidding me, right!”
At that moment the girl, the Jane, gave her a conciliatory little look and finally spoke.
“I’m allowed to say,” she uttered softly, “that everything will be explained to you during your first lesson. Now hurry up, they’re waiting for us downstairs. Rule number two, never keep your master waiting!”
Daisy looked at her in disbelief. Before she could let her frustration out again, the woman was already tugging her into the straps, and it was clear to her that, in addition to what she herself would be wearing, Jane was actually dressed almost prudishly.
Had everyone gone mad?
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