ALFRED's POV
If she realized I put a GPS tracker on her, she might probably behead me but I'm doing it for her own good anyways.
I heard as her conversation with that Wes or whatever and my blood boiled each time he says something to her.
I was even angrier when he asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said no. Was he trying to make a move on her or what?
When I noticed she started coughing and talking, I knew something was wrong because there was no longer response from Wes.
"Mr Wes?" She called out coughing.
There was no response from Wes.
She stopped coughing and I immediately knew something was wrong. I turned on the maps and it showed the location of the GPS was moving from the main party area to the different places around the same building.
I rushed into my car and sped like I've never done before. As I got close to the building, I noticed the location changed to a more different place. They were getting away with her.
I passed my speed limit and alas, I found the location. Turned out it was only Wes that was getting away with her and he packed close to the party location. I packed very close to him but In a hidden place.
I heard him say weird things over the phone and I knew he was up to something.
"Yes sir, she's unconscious and I'll be bringing her to you immediately….."
Before allowing him finish his conversation, I stopped it and put a gun to his head. He threw the phone in his hand and surrendered with his hands up.
"Who are you and what's your mission." I said sternly.
"I…I was sent by someone to bring her." He stuttered.
"Who sent you and why?!"
"I'm sorry I can't give you an answer to that question."
"Answer me right now! Or I'm gonna pull the fucking trigger and blow this fucker you call a head." I growled.
"I'd rather you kill me, I can't disclose the information to you."
"I won't warn you again."
"If you kill me now, it won't make a difference. Because, I have less than fourteen hours to live."
"Screw you man, who the fuck are you. Where's Brielle?"
"She's in the back seat."
I was walking to check the back seat of the car when I heard Wes pull the trigger.
Boom!
Boom!!
I quickly turned and shot him right in the middle of his head.
I carry Brielle and drove as fast as I could to leave that location.
When I finally got home I was skeptical about removing her clothes before laying her down but I remembered we've seen each other's nudity so I pulled her dress and shoes then changed her to her Favourite victoria secret pajamas.
Then I laid her on the bed and spent almost ten minutes admiring her pretty face, clean skin and alluring body. After minutes of staring, I finally went to the couch to sleep for the night.
BRIELLE's POV
I squealed out of excruciating head ache as I woke up. When I looked on the couch, Alfred was still sleeping.
How did I get here?
Where's Mr Wes?
Questions ran through my head before Alfred spoke and interrupted my thoughts.
"Do you need some water?" He asked in a sleepy voice.
Those words were the exact words I remember from last night.
"Yes I do."
He went to the kitchen and handed me and bottle water.
"Sorry about last night."
"What happened last night." I asked in a confused tone.
"You almost got raped or killed, I don't know which one of them."
"What? Alfred did you do something stupid because I went out with Mr Wes?"
"I overheard the conversation between you both and felt you needed my help."
"I was fine, I just choked on the wine a little bit…"
"And passed out too?" He interrupted.
"Can you please explain everything that happened."
"I already did, what further explanations do you need? I warned you not to go out with that guy but you wouldn't listen. You almost got yourself killed." He yelled.
"How did you know that I almost got killed?"
"Doesn't matter right now, what matters is your safe and I won't let you go around guys that you meet at the cafe."
"And since when did you become a dictator in my life, Mr Alfred?"
"I've got nothing more to say to you madame."
I hissed.
"You ever wonder why it seems I'm not caring enough? It's because you don't listen and you act so stubborn."
"You fucking jerk, I've been obedient, submissive, everything you want but you still treat me like shit. What more do you want from me?"
"I want you to actually prove to me one last time that you're obedient." He crossed his legs and arms on his chest.
I don't respond to him even though I know exactly what he means.
"I guess I'm right."
He stood up and started heading to the door, "I won't be back for the next two days I'll be going for a business trip, take care of the house and yourself and don't go around having wild parties with people you barely knew."
As he turned the doorknob, I stopped him and said.
"Where's your BDSM kit?"
He turned and looked at me in awe like he had just seen a ghost.
"Excuse me?"
"I said what I said."
I don't know why i said what I said and I also do not know why I'm so vulnerable around this year but one thing's for sure, I like satisfying him.
He went to his drawer and brought out his BDSM kit consisting of soft handcuffs, collar leash, nipple clamp, blind folds and a spanking paddle.
He placed these things on the bed and told me to sit. He also sat.
"Let's make this a little more fun." He said.
"And how do you intend on making BDSM fun? I don't like BDSM, I'm just doing it to prove a point."
He put his index finger on his lips and said.
"You're too pretty to be effusive."
Ouch!
He continued, "allow me explain this to you."
I took a deep breath and responded.
"Go on."
"Now, we're gonna be doing pet play."
"What does that mean?"
"You pick an animal of your choice, from the animal options I'll give, dress like the animal and act like it too."
Something tingled in me. From the way Alfred sounded, the game or whatever was going to be fun.
"What are the animal options."
"Puppy, kitten and…."
"And what?"
"Nothing, just puppy and kitten. They're the most fun of every others."
"Pup….kitten. I choose kitten."
"Good."
He stood up and closed the curtains. Then he brought a kitten looking outfit from one of the boxes. It was a hello kitty panties and bra, a cat hair accessory, paws and cat eye mask.
"But these on." He said and handed me the costume.
He seductively watched me undress and change to the outfit.
"Now the rule of the game is, you do as I say and call me master each time I spank you on the third spank, you'll say you're my puppet."
"Master, you're my puppet?"
"Right."
He turned on the speaker and put a slow song.
"Show me what you can do." He said and sat on the bed.
I was confused and anxious at first. I didn't know what to do then, I remembered the BDSM I normally see in my pornography videos.
I bent down and looked at him with a seductive eye. Then, I pulled down his trousers and placed my hand on his bare balls. I squeezed them lightly and went hard to put the balls in my mouth sucked on it.
Seeing that he was already into the game with his eyes rolled up I moved to his dick and sucked it like I meant it. I was interchanging from sucking his dick to stroking his dick. After a while, he released into the bowl that he brought out earlier.
I went up the bed and he told me to lick the cum from the bowl the cat style. While I arched, he slowly opened the pussy and poured some lubricant on it.
He slipped his dick and thrusted in and out, slow to fast.
He spanked my ass and I moaned out, "master."
On the third spank I moaned out, "master, I'm your puppet."
He kept going in and out till I finally drizzled from my pussy. He turned me over and cuffed my hands and legs.
He slipped his dick once again and continued moving in and out.
"Fred please." I moaned out loud and he spanked me.
Oh shit.
He spanked me again and I immediately knew I had gone against the rule of the game then I moaned out, "master."
He kept fucking me till he finally released again but this time, on my chest.
He uncuffed my hands and legs and wore his trousers and shirt.
"You did well, can be better. I have a meeting soon, I'll see you in two days." He said and left the door.
Again!
I'm not about to get angry by what he did because I'm already used to it and plus, I'm filled with excitement.
I had the best sex of my entire life.