"Call me when you land in L.A?" Lexi asked, her arms wrapped around her husband's neck. They stood in front of their Colts Neck home, David's bags are being packed into the back of a luxury SUV by Natalie and security guard Mike.

"Have I ever forgotten to call you before?" David replied with a smile. "Still would be nice if you were coming with me."

Natalie flinched inwardly when David kissed Lexi. Bullshit, she thought to herself. You planned this trip at a time when you knew she couldn't go.

"You alright there, little momma?" Mike's low bass broke her train of thought as he nudged her shoulder and she smiled up at him.

"Yeah...long night," she replied, lifting her suitcase into the trunk.

"I got your caffeine waiting in the car." Natalie climbed in and found her favorite drink waiting for her in the mini fridge. "Ready, boss?" She heard Mike call to David.

"Let's hit the road," David said and joined her in the backseat. He waved to Lexi as the car backed out of the driveway and sighed heavily when they were out of sight.

Natalie stared out the window and watched the countryside flew passed her. Her fingers tapped restlessly against the soda bottle she held. She kept replaying David kissing Lexi in her head. Maybe he really does want her here instead and why shouldn't he?

She closed her eyes when she felt David's soft lips pressed to her shoulder, not noticing that he'd moved closer. His hand slid over her knee and up her thigh, lifting her short skirt. He trailed his lips and tongue to her neck, his breath warm against her sensitive skin.

"Mmm fuck...you smell tempting, babygirl," he moaned through his kisses.

"Why'd you say you wished Lexi could come along?"

David hesitated and nipped her ear playfully. "Someone a little jealous?"

"No...well...maybe a little," she admitted then blurted out, "but how about you make your mind up who you want to fuck."

She watched as David pulled away from her neck, his eyes darkening as he raised a brow at her. "What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me. You're telling me one thing, yet I see with my own eyes something completely different," Natalie replied, trying to keep her voice steady. Her inner brat was poking and whining to come out and play.

"But babygirl, that's the fun part. I get to have my cake and eat it too," he growled and sunk his hand into her panties, "Guess which one you are." He gave her clit a flick with his index finger and chuckled when she whimpered.

"What if I'm tired of being made a meal?"

"Have you forgotten your position already? Perhaps you need a little reminder..."

Natalie snorted derisively. "Oh I haven't forgotten. Assistant, whore, adulteress or babygirl. Which one am I supposed to be today?"

She gasped as David slapped her across the face, her cheek stinging and burning. His hand curled around her neck and pinned her to the seat.

"You're showing very little gratitude. That hurts me, baby. You need to apologize," he smirked, his face a mere inch from her own.

They stared at each other for a moment as Natalie's brat side surfaced with a defiant, "No!"

"No?" David snarled and grabbed her hair, throwing her down on the car floor. "If you can't control your mouth and attitude, you can stay on the floor until you're ready to apologize and be a good girl."

Natalie stared down at the clean navy carpet, tears streaming down her cheeks. He'd never slapped her before and it was humiliating, yet her body was betraying her as a bead of wetness spread over her panties. She could feel Mike watching the scene in the rearview mirror as David pushed her forward to all fours and lifted her skirt.

She whimpered as the hard impact of his hand made her ass ripple, silent tears turned to sobs as his intensity ramped up slowly. Her eyes widened when she heard the buckle of David belt, the studded leather being pulled through denim loops.

"Ahh!" Natalie screamed when the belt lashed her left ass cheek. Her back arched upwards and she felt her stomach slide into her throat. "I...ahhh!"

"Ready to apologize?" David sneered.

Natalie looked back at him and stuck out her tongue, earning her the hardest lashing yet. Fifteen minutes of the constant belting and spanking was all she could handle before collapsing on the floor. "I'm sorry, Sir. I fucking apologize! I'm sorry, Sir!" Natalie screamed.

David dropped this belt and reached out to gather her in his arms, pulling her up into his lap. She cried out when her raw backside rubbed against his jeans, allowing him to embrace her limp body.

"That's my good babygirl. You know I adore you, right?" He asked as he kissed her forehead.

"Sometimes," Natalie answered honestly, "I don't know what to think or even how to think for myself most of the time."

"You don't give yourself enough credit. Remember our trip down to St Barth where we snuck onto the beach to watch the sunset?" David reminisced in the hopes of taking her attention away from the negative.

"A lot has changed since then. It's...it's different," she whispered.

David twisted his lips and flinched slightly. "Situations change but my feelings toward you haven't. I just wish you'd keep the attitude at bay. Can you do that for me?" He watched her expectantly.

"Whatever," Natalie sighed, "I can try." Inside she was torn but gazing up into his eyes, she noticed they'd returned to their normal bright blue.

"I'll make you a deal," David started, cuddling her closer, "Be a good little kitten and play with me on the plane. Afterwards, I'll make love to you and focus the weekend wholly on your pleasure."

Natalie bit her lip and managed a tiny smile. "You will?"

"Of course. Anything for you," he replied and grinned when she relaxed slightly.

**David - Internal POV**

Anything for a selfish whore. Fuck. She started off fun and innocent. A great fuck and an even greater blow.

All I wanna do is prize those legs open and feast on her juicy pussy. Fuck her raw until she's screaming and crying in pain.

But now she's turned into a greedy clingy slut just the rest of them. Next she'll want a romantic relationship with flowers and dates. Oh fuck me. Why do I keep her around again?

She's proven the groupie status when she spread her legs for Jon and Richie. Hell, twice with Richie. She is mine. My little slut to use as I please.

I could always send her back home. Probably suffer some backlash if the bitch opened her mouth. What if she couldn't talk? I could fuck her up real nice.

Tie her down like we were gonna play, pry her mouth open and cut out that pretty little tongue of hers. Oh but then there'd be no blow jobs. Fuck! Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Could be a clean break. Snap her neck, my thumb on her carotid artery and feel it thump and slow. Mmm, feeling her warm blood seep from her broken body. Wonder what it would be like to fuck her after. Would it be the same as the last one? Ahh what was her name? Oh yeah...Delansa. Italian girl. Real sweet.

Shit I'm getting hard thinking about it. There you go, baby. Get on your knees and do what you do best. Suck your Master's cock and savor it. Oh god that tongue, wet and warm.

Delansa was a good little fuck. Strapped her down in the play room and slaughtered her like a pig. Fucking her limp body as her fluids were expelled. Licking off the blood oozing from rips and tears. Nothing tasted better than blood from a fresh kill.

That's it, babygirl, suck it faster. Mmm down that tight throat. If only you knew the monster inside. The one who could shatter your spirit and make you hide in fear.

*~*~*

The airplane reached cruising altitude on its way to LAX and Natalie was in the bedroom, down on her knees and hands together holding her collar. Her heart was thrumming loudly as she waited for David to enter. She could hear his voice echoing in her head, "Wait for me."

Her breath hitched when she finally heard the door open, the faint scent of his cologne swirling around her and jumped a little when he swung it shut. Damnit. She almost dropped the suede flogger she held in her mouth, like a dog holding its favorite squeaky toy.

She kept her eyes focused on the plush carpet, watching as his legs and feet came into view and stopped in front of her. Natalie could feel his stare on her, his raspy breathing even. His favorite riding crop hung by his side, bare chest glowing in the soft lighting and his favorite jeans hugging him in all the right places.

David took the flogger from her mouth, fingers grabbing her braid and pulling her head back. Natalie looked up into his bright blue eyes, a small smirk crossing his lips at her. She remained silent but her own eyes held a reverence for her Master, love and adoration.

"Are you my good little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied quietly.

"Ready when you are."

Natalie raised the collar to her lips and kissed it, holding it up to David with a smile. "Master, I present this collar to you as a gift of my never-ending love, loyalty and devotion to you."

David took it from her and kissed it as well. Natalie closed her eyes as she felt the material soft and tight against her throat.

"Open up," he commanded. Natalie batted her eyelashes at the camera and parted her lips. David spit into her mouth and slapped her cheek, grabbing her chin hard. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir," she responded quietly.

"Shoulders to the floor, little girl. Present to me what is rightfully mine." Natalie leaned forward and down, her ass up in the air and her head on the floor between David's feet.

His leather riding crop ran down the center of her spine, correcting her posture and tapping along her beautiful ass cheeks. He could just make out the faint scars, gifts from Master to Submissive, and he gave her several firm taps to warm up the flesh.

"Position 1," he said and Natalie kneeled back up to face him.

David pointed to the Queen-sized bed, making a V-shape with his index and middle fingers, and she climbed onto it with her knees apart to face him. She gasped as he wrapped his large hand around her neck. "Time for Daddy to make you pretty..."

His other hand slapped over her mouth, a plastic ball gag filling the wet space. The leather strap was secured behind her head, a set of cold leather cuffs snapped around each wrist. She whimpered.

"Quiet!" He slapped her hard across the face, tears spilling from her eyes. He smeared the tears and her eyeliner down her cheeks. "Oh I haven't even begun to make you cry, little girl."

She watched with silent tears as he wrote 'Daddy's Slut' across her chest and 'Mine' on her stomach in black marker. Her back arched as he bit her flesh hard, leaving deep marks over the soft pale surface. Natalie tried to lean towards David as he snapped photos at every angle.

David pushed Natalie over her pillow enough to make her ass stick out, binding her wrists to the attached chains. She watched his heavy black flogger, belt and cane were dropped onto the bed and laid out for him.

She jerked as he smacked the cane against his hand, testing the impact. There was a sharp pain on her left inner thigh followed, her full body reacting and flushing with heat. Ten on the left, ten on the right and the cane cracking against her flesh.

Natalie whimpered as the narrow wood followed the trail of his fingers over each ass cheek. An indication of what was to come. Natalie prepared her body for the imminent sting. "You like the pain, don't you?" Natalie nodded vigorously.

He struck her right cheek five times and five times on her left cheek in quick succession, the young woman rocking forward to escape the torture. David rubbed her ass and allowed her to relax before touching the wood to her clit. He snapped it against the taut bud and her back arched in pain.

His cock twitched as she cried out around the gag. "You want more, slut?" She whimpered. He struck her with the cane several times, her body jerking and red marks decorating her skin. "More?" He asked, his warm breath on her ear. Natalie looked back at him, drooling down her chin and chest.

David set the cane down and picked up the long flogger, leather and suede. "Feel that?" he asked, wrapping the long tails around her neck and tightening them. "You realize I could beat you within an inch of your life or choke the last breath from you?" Natalie nodded quickly.

He kissed her cheek and started swinging the flogger against her. Everything within her feeling a hundred times more than it had previously, her nerves on fire as he brought the flogger down over her. Rhythmic and steady, each swing was confident and stung at her skin.

Natalie moaned around her gag, her head resting against the pillow as the strokes became firmer. Her skin was a sweet rosy blush, the tail tips nipping as they slid across her back and ass. Her toes flexed and fingers held the bedspread.

David massaged her ass, calming the nerves. Sweet Jesus, his touch is like fire and ice, she thought to herself. His fingernails dragged lightly over the red spots, treating her to a few well-placed spanks. Her body jerked with each lashing.

His fingers grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards. Her green eyes rolled in their sockets to meet his. "Aww is my little slut floating in her happy space?" She nodded.

His young lover watched his movements, drooling as David's slender fingers pulled his zipper down. Natalie's eyes widened as he pushed his jeans off, her Master deliciously naked but out of her reach. What she wouldn't do to touch him.

"See something you want?" Natalie nodded once more and moaned as he leaned down, face to face. "So do I." She gasped when he unbuckled the ball gag and she let it fall from her mouth. "I wanna hear you scream as I fuck you."

"Yes, Sir."

His hand wrapped around her throat and tightened, pressing his lips to hers hungrily and biting her bottom lip. He climbed onto the bed in front of the pillow she was strapped too. Natalie tried reaching him with her tongue but failed twice.

He grabbed Natalie's hair in one hand and forced his cock deep into her throat, the girl making an audible gagging sound at the intrusion. Dave pulled himself out of her mouth and released her from the pillow's confinement.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured. David held tight to her wrists and forced her onto her back, pinning her in place. His heart was pounding, blood racing through his veins.

"Don't thank me just yet, slut." He picked up a spreader bar and attached it to her ankles. "You are mine, Natalie Brockman and I'll fuck you any goddamn time I please," David groaned. He attached her wrist cuffs to the bar as well, pushing it towards her head and stretching her legs. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl. Now let me taste that delicious looking cunt," David said. She shuddered as his warm breath washed over her smooth, pink pussy. There was no reservation as he buried his nose into her, coating his lips in her sweet juice. She let out a soft moan when he slipped two fingers inside her roughly.

He pulled the tender parts gently between his teeth and lips, painful torture yet full of passion. David shoved a finger inside Natalie, then two and three, reveling in the tight wetness of her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted, and the breath caught in her throat.

She had never felt him do this to her and with the raging movement of his fingers, she was having a hard time even getting words out. But there was a rush of lust she had never gotten either. His words were strong, and his voice was deep, growling.

Yes, it hurt, the way he was so rough, but her body pleaded for more. His fingers teased her opening as his tongue lashed out with light and sweet torture. His tongue lashed at her clit, making her whimper in pleasure. David moaned gently against her, his cock painfully hard.

"More...please...Sir...More..." Natalie moaned.

David smirked and obliged graciously, slipping another finger inside her and sucking back on her clit with his lips, caressing her inner wall and enjoying the moaning that left Natalie's lips. He moved his tongue from side to side, flicking at her clit and feeling her tighten from within.

He looked up to say, "You want to scream, don't you?" David enjoyed making her whine for release, to scream or do more than lay there and try to keep silent. He felt her shake around in a feeble attempt at suppressing her climax. "Don't you dare cum until I give you permission."

Natalie whimpered. "Yes, Sir..." He climbed atop her, his body inches above her own, and he stared down at her. His head dipped and his lips met hers. She looked up at him, not quite knowing what to expect.

David moaned at the fear mixed with lust in Natalie's eyes and teased her silky pussy folds with the head of his cock. "Tell me you need it, you filthy whore."

"I need it, Master."

"What do you need?" David kissed her so tenderly, yet his eyes blazed with heat that she had seldom seen in him before.

"I need your cock, Master!" Natalie gasped when one hand firmly pushed her legs towards her head, the other holding his camera which he winked at and turned back onto her. In a breath he pushed inside her, just enough to make her pant then pulls out.

Ecstasy and torture was all she felt. He slapped her pussy with the head of his rock-hard cock. This man knew her body well enough to keep her on the edge.

Her body quaked beneath his as he drove himself inside, skillful and deliberate not to go too deep just yet. "You've been a good girl, keeping your pussy nice and tight for Sir," David groaned, surprised that she was gushing for him with each thrust.

"Yes, Sir. Just for you," Natalie whimpered.

He ensured the camera was pointing between them, getting gorgeous shots of her squirting on him. "Mmm look at you. So beautiful."

"Th..tha...thank you...Sir," she panted as David fucked her mercilessly. She knew he could go for some time, making her scream as many times as he pleased. Her body quaked beneath his as he drove himself into her again and again.

His hips slammed against her, shoving his cock inside her pussy. David's body was to kill for, the way he groaned in pleasure was pure lust. He grunted with his exertions, his breath rushing through his nostrils. "Ooohh, you feel soo...aaahhh." He clamped his mouth shut and tried to focus his attention on not coming.

He slid from her wet pussy and slid down to her ass, already lubed up from her juices. David plunged in to the hilt and Natalie screamed out at the intrusion.

"Don't...ever...disobey...me...again..." He rasped into her ear, his words each timed with a thrust of his manhood. David's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as a throaty moan escaped his chest.

He was seeing stars as his length was gripped and pulled in by her inner muscles. Ass...pussy...thrust...ass...pussy...thrust...

Sweat collected on his brow and the top of his lip, but the dampness cooling his skin and sending shivers down his spine didn't matter. Nothing mattered, not time, not reason - nothing but the soft body moving into his hard, fast thrusts.

"Oh god...ooooh gooooooood," Natalie moaned, her thighs quivering and toes curling. This was as much about pain as it was for pleasure. His hard planes pounded into her curves over and over, his thrusts brutal. "Please...so close..." Natalie's hips bucked hard into him.

"Fuck baby...come for me, babygirl. Come all over me...Come for me now you stupid fucking slut!" He pumped her brutally and wrapped his hand tightly around her neck, squeezing the breath from her as Natalie climaxed and squirting hard over the two of them.

David threw his head back and half moaned half grunted as his body trembled and he came, spilling his white-hot seed into her delicate heat. He filled her greedily and let her body milk him of every drop. "Oh God I love you, D," she said with a smile.

He laughed derisively at her. "Ha! Whatever, doll face..."

As his cock softened and slipped from her, David released her from all bindings and helped her onto the pillows. He laid beside her and the woman fell limp into his chest, her body now tired and weak. His musk filled her senses, the aroma so heavenly Natalie couldn't help but move just a bit closer to his neck.

He gazed into her eyes and for a moment caught a glimpse of the pain and sadness there, tears rolling from her eyes. "Hey...Babygirl...what's wrong? Talk to me," he whispered, rolling his own eyes. A hand lifted to wipe the tears away, pausing when she looked up at him.

"Do you only think of me as a sex toy? A whore to fuck?" She asked meekly. He leaned over the nude woman, resting his strong arms on either side of her.

Yeah that's pretty much what you signed up for, David thought.

"Of course not, babygirl. I'd be lying if I said I haven't developed feelings for you," David simpered, running the back of his finger down her cheek. "You're aren't a whore...or a slut...or a hole to fuck." There was something about him that made it irresistible and forbidden, tempting and something she needed.

"But I am a secret. Except from Richie and Jon..."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I care for you any less," David said.

"Promise?" She asked.

"Sure," he replied.

Natalie clung tight to David as he cuddled and massaged her sore body, her arms so reluctant to let him go. It felt as though an invisible force was keeping them from spreading apart to let him go. Even if she could, she wouldn't.

Their lips met for the hundredth time that night, deep and sensual. David pulled her favorite soft blanket over the two of them and snuggled her close. "That was a very intense session. You gave me exactly what I want and made me very happy," David whispered.

"You make me happy too, D," she replied. "Can I...Can I have a snack?"

David smiled and reached into the mini fridge, handing her a pack of fruit gushers and a capri sun. "I had them stock those before the flight. Daddy will always take care of his babygirl."

One way or another...