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  Mr. Fleck had already set everything for dinner and the employees were serving the table. It looked like a feast, with fancy glasses, cutlery, classical music on, a dinner table so big that it barely fit the dining room, and all the employees wearing maid uniforms, going around with all the dishes.

  And there they were. Nicolle and Emily.

  Emily looked at Dylan, but then looked down like she was ashamed. Michael Fleck went to the door and started shaking hands with all of them. He already knew Lucy and Oliver since they were kids.

  “How are you, Oliver? You’re taller than I remember!” he said, with a big smile. Mr. Fleck looked like an older version of Dylan. He was a thin man, with dark circles under his green eyes just like his son, and dark hair. Dylan felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Parents were always nicer to friends than to their own children.

  “Very well, sir, thank you,” Oliver answered, politely, grinning. Dylan also felt bad because Oliver was the same age as he was, but always acted much more mature. He had a good stable job, a girlfriend, his life together. Dylan was still practically a teenager.

  “And Lucy! It’s delightful to see you again, young lady. I’m thrilled to see that you two are still together!” Michael said, grabbing Lucy’s hand to kiss. The girl smiled.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “And you’re the girl from the other day!” Mr. Fleck told Natasha in the same tone as he used for the others, even though his smile faded. She felt challenged and opened the biggest smile she could.

  “That’s me! Natasha, it’s a pleasure to meet you again,” she said, offering her hand for him to kiss as he had done to Lucy’s, but he ignored the gesture.

  “And these are Julian and Carl. Carl is my roommate.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you all! I’m glad that Dylan finally made some decent friends. Let’s go to the table, shall we, kids?” Michael said, pointing there. “You can all meet Emily, Dylan’s new slave.”

  Dylan felt his face flushing. That wasn’t the way he wanted Emily to be introduced. He looked at Natasha, but the girl was still smiling, warmly. Emily’s brown fringe covered part of her blue eyes.

  “Emily, these are my friends. Say hi,” Dylan said. Emily looked up at him and then turned to everyone.

  “Yes, Master. Hi, all,” she said, kneeling down. Everyone stared at her, surprised.

  “Master?!” Natasha exclaimed, laughing. Dylan felt his cheeks burning. “Well, at least she’s not wearing cuffs like I thought she would be!”

  “I’ve told you not to call me master. And get up,” Dylan whispered, harshly. Emily looked at him, disconcerted and embarrassed, her eyes wide, her mouth a little open, and her eyebrows together, while she got up. Dylan felt bad until she said:

  “Please, forgive me, Sir. Please, punish me for this mistake.”

  “No, thanks,” he said, losing his temper and rolling his eyes, while Natasha still laughed. “Can you stop embarrassing me in front of my friends?”

  “I’m sorry, Master…” Emily murmured, her chin trembling. “I mean! Sir!” she added, scared.

  Oliver also frowned and shook his head. He didn’t find the scene amusing at all. He got close to Dylan, grabbed his arm and started taking him to a corner, like a naughty kid. Dylan frowned but went with Oliver without resisting. He knew it was better to do what Oliver wanted, otherwise they might just argue right there. When they lived together, as kids, they used to argue a lot when Dylan didn’t obey.

  “Dylan, do something. You can’t provide what this girl needs and wants,” Oliver whispered, scolding him, while they looked at the girls. Natasha was talking to Emily. Lucy was looking at them with a thumbs up and a smile.

  “Don’t tell me that, I already know it, man,” Dylan said, resentfully. “I don’t know what to do. She said she was trained, and that she wants to be a slave, that it is her biggest fantasy.”

  “That’s how those agencies are,” Oliver said, sighing. “It’s not right. How will they find a good match for these people? You need to fix this, Dylan.”

  “I know, man, I know, get off my back!” Dylan exclaimed, irritated. They exchanged looks for a second, like in a competition of who would look away first. Dylan did and sighed. He left Oliver in the corner. He got back right when Natasha was asking Emily about “the profession”.

  “But what about your free will?”

  Emily said nothing, but her face changed to relief when she looked at Dylan.

  “Leave her alone, Natasha,” Oliver said, serious, also getting close to where they were.

  “You’re so dull it hurts, Oliver,” Natasha snapped back. Oliver rolled his eyes, while Lucy started giggling. She hugged his neck and Oliver reciprocated. Dylan passed his hand through Emily’s shoulder, in a half hug but Emily started trembling, and he let go, afraid something was wrong.

  “Is there anything I can do for you?” Dylan whispered, worried that she might be sick.

  “Come on, kids. What are you all waiting for? Dinner’s ready!” Mr. Fleck exclaimed and Emily didn’t get the chance to say anything.

  They all went to the table. Nicolle was standing behind Mr. Fleck, who was folding a napkin to put on his lap. He was sitting at the end of the table and Nicolle put her hands on his shoulders. Dylan nodded for Emily to sit beside him, but his dad intervened.

  “She has to stand behind us.”

  “No. I want her to sit down,” Dylan said, defiantly. Mr. Fleck raised an eyebrow, curling his lips. They both held their gaze for some seconds until he said:

  “Fine. It’s your slave. But you’re ruining her training.”

  “Whatever,” Dylan answered and pointed to Emily to sit by his side. She obeyed, in silence, obediently.

  Dylan wanted to slap her because she didn’t react. But only thinking about that made him feel terrible. She was just terrified.

  Chapter 6. Woods

  Dylan got very relieved when he ate the last bite of dessert. Dinner was over. He was free! Well, not quite free, since he still had to figure out what to do with Emily. But at least it would be better than to stand another hour with his dad. However, the worst happened:

  “Why don’t we go outside to keep our conversation going? I’m finding it a pleasure to talk to you,” Mr. Fleck told Oliver, who looked at Dylan and then at Emily for a second before accepting. Dylan sighed. Poor Oliver. He would want to kill Dylan afterward, but it was his chance to talk to Emily.

  Everyone got up from their seats and there was a brief agitation while they were moving from the dining room to the garden and deciding where to sit again. Once they were by the pool, Dylan felt he finally could start the conversation with Emily, when Natasha appeared. Emily kept looking down, not wanting to interfere, like she knew she wasn’t welcome there.

  “Hey, why don’t you do me a favor and help Nicolle serving my friends? Would you do that for me, please?” Dylan asked Emily. She looked up, nodding.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Dylan looked at Natasha and couldn’t help but smile.

  “Wow, now I can breathe properly.”

  “Poor girl…” Natasha murmured.

  “But it’s her dream or something like that. I think she enjoys being a slave. But I think she also didn’t want a dom like me. So, it’s only right to find her a new dom,” Dylan said, shrugging.

  “Maybe we can convince Oliver to take her!” Natasha suggested. Dylan laughed. The dim light illuminated her bright eyes and she touched Dylan’s arm.

  “You want Lucy to kill us?”

  “Just kidding, just kidding,” Natasha said. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah. I’m okay. Not incredibly fine, but okay.”

  “Would you like to escape for a bit? Grab some fresh air? Watch the stars?” Natasha suggested. Dylan stared at her for a moment.

  “I would love that.”

  They both looked around to see if anyone was watching them. Everybody was talking, sitting at a garden wooden table, not paying attention to them. Michael was la
ughing, holding a glass of champagne, while Oliver told him a story. So, Dylan and Natasha held hands and quickly passed through the front door, to the street outside.

  The night was beautiful. Winter’s cold had already passed and now they were feeling Spring arriving. The moon was illuminating the street between the mansions. Few people lived there. It was full of trees and they could see the stars.

  Natasha and Dylan kept walking until they reached an area with a playground for kids. Natasha looked at Dylan, grinning, and went to the swing. She sat there, started swinging fast, laughing loudly. Dylan looked around to see if anyone was listening, but there was no one around, only the stars. So, he ran there too, getting the swing beside Natasha.

  “I’ll go faster than you, loser!” Natasha exclaimed while she flew higher and higher. Dylan was suddenly afraid that he would smash his butt on the ground, those things were made for kids, and not for giants like them both. But he kept going, feeling his stomach turn with the move.

  They eventually stopped, laughing. Natasha got close to Dylan. They started kissing. She was holding the swing's chains so they wouldn’t move a lot. Dylan thought their kiss was the best feeling in the world. Like they were floating. His stomach got tingly, and his desire grew.

  He got off the swing and went closer to her. She was still sitting, and she looked up with those shiny blue eyes. He smiled, taking her hair off her face. She felt a rush of adrenaline with the touch and put her hands on his pants. Dylan raised his eyebrows, not expecting that, but felt his cock harden. Natasha started unbuttoning his pants and got his cock out of it. He looked around, startled by the possibility of someone seeing that, but Natasha had already put it in her mouth. A wave of pleasure ran through his body, his breath shortened, and he felt like being transported to another world.

  “Fuck…” he whispered, closing his eyes, while the girl kept the movement fast and efficiently like she knew how to drive him mad.

  He cummed in no time. She smiled, looking up at him, feeling the salty taste while she swallowed. Then, he got down to his knees and put his hands between her legs. She was wearing a black skirt.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, and then closed her eyes when she felt his hand exploring her pussy, going to her clit.

  He started moving his hand there in gentle but vigorous circles. Her breath also changed, she grabbed his short hair and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Not much longer after that, she also cummed. He stopped, and they both smiled.

  “You know what? I can’t do with just that!” Natasha exclaimed and got Dylan’s hand. Dylan smiled, she loved how bold she was. They headed to the woods close by and entered the middle of the trees. At that time of night, no one would be able to see them. It was a muddy path, the trees were quite wet from earlier rain, but it smelled like nature.

  They stopped when they reached a clearer spot and Natasha smiled. She took her blouse off, showing her large breasts. She wasn’t wearing any bra. Dylan was feeling himself getting hard again. He grasped Natasha’s boobs, squeezing it hard, and the girl moaned. He got a nipple between two fingers and squeezed it, played with it, circled his thumb on her rosy areola. She closed her eyes, feeling the tingling sensation run through her body. Then he slapped her boob and she let out a yell. He smirked and slapped it again. She tried putting her hand there to stop him but that made him grab her boob with enough force that she let out a cry.

  “Keep these hands out of here. Put it on your head,” he ordered. She looked at him with a smile and obeyed, resting her hands on top of her head.

  He put her nipple in his mouth and started licking it, sucking and biting not very hard. Natasha giggled, feeling it while closing her eyes again. He then moved from her nipples to her neck and finally landed on her mouth. They started an intense kiss, in which he sucked her tongue hard, biting it, and she took it from there, trying to do the same with his tongue. It looked animalistic, more like a fight, while Natasha grabbed his hair, Dylan scratched hard her naked back.

  They ripped off their clothes, Dylan made Natasha bend down and grabbed her ass, squeezing it using his nails as well. She yelled again, being so wet that her juice was shining with the moonlight that entered through the forest leaves. He put his cock in her, starting to thrust as hard as he could. She was keeping her balance by holding on to a tree trunk, but it was so hard and violent she had to hug the trunk while having her mouth open, eyes closed.

  She felt a burning pain and screamed. Dylan had stopped thrusting and hit her with a long twig full of thorns. He had a smirk only illuminated by the moon since it was very dark in there. His green eyes were shining. Natasha turned around and hugged his neck, they got back to kissing, this time in a gentler way. She felt his tongue, the heat, his smell. They had an amazing rhythm together. They stopped and smiled, he stroked her cheek, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

  But then his smile changed to another smirk, he turned her around, making her bend down again.

  “We’re not over yet, brat,” he said, and Natasha giggled. He slapped her and put his dick back in. She moaned loudly, feeling the pounding so deep it was reaching her soul. She wanted to beg for him to stop but, please, never ever actually stop. She wanted to cum, to feel less, to feel more, to feel all the emotions, she wanted him to spank her, humiliate her, do whatever he wanted to her, and he kept pounding hard and slapping her. He put one finger on her ass, she screamed, feeling it being stretched, and he started fingering her ass too, while he used the other hand to keep the slapping. Her butt was already burning like fire, she wanted him to stop, but he continued the slapping, the pounding, the fingering, it was too much to take, she cummed so hard all her body shook violently and he had to stop and hold her.

  She looked back, still holding the trunk, a bit of drool on her chin, and he smirked again.

  “We’re not over yet,” he repeated, made her bend down again, and put his hard dick in her.

  “That’s enough, don’t you think?” she asked.

  “Beg me to stop. Beg. I want to see you begging,” Dylan said while she screamed because he gave her the hardest slap so far. And he had no intention to stop.

  “Please, please, stop, I can’t take it anymore, please, oooh,” she moaned, while he put his finger again in her ass. Then, he put another one and she screamed, being stretched, feeling the pain, feeling every whole of hers too full, filled with him. “Please, it’s hurting, please, no more, please…”

  And he laughed, keeping the pounding, the fingering, and the slapping. Natasha thought she could take no more, she was getting lightheaded, she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, taking it all, and letting go of control. She wasn’t sure what would happen. She thought she would faint but, instead, she felt another finger entering her and she cummed hard, all her body shaking with the pain, and he cummed too, not being able to hold back anymore.

  Dylan closed his eyes, throwing back his head, panting. A light rain was starting, and he could feel the temperature difference of the cold raindrops on his warm sweaty skin. Natasha was already putting her clothes back on, smiling.

  “I’ll be feeling your cum until I clean up,” Natasha said, moving in place. Dylan laughed.

  “That makes me very happy.”

  “You’re disgusting,” Natasha said and bit her lower lip, winking. She had the best naughty faces.

  “You agreed to have sex with me in the middle of the woods at night, what were you expecting?!”

  “You were amazing. A total beast. I loved it,” Natasha said and kissed his lips again. She was starting to walk away but he held her arm.

  And they hugged. Only hugged. Dylan felt her warm body, her embrace, her smell mixed with sex scent that was still in the air. They felt the rain, the moonlight shining on them, and also the smell of mud and leaves.

  Dylan didn’t want to let go. But he needed to. So, they got apart, exchanging a smile.

  “I… really like you,” Dylan said, holding back from saying ‘I love you’. He
wouldn’t dare, not after last time when she rejected him for that.

  “I really like you too!” Natasha exclaimed, excited as always, and they held hands, starting to head back to the mansion.

  Dylan couldn’t stop looking at her, and nothing else mattered, not his dad, not Emily, the Junction Year, or even if Natasha would reject him again. He had her now and it was the best feeling in the world.

  Chapter 7. New Couple

  “Where were you?” Mr. Fleck asked when Dylan and Natasha appeared by the pool. Everybody fell silent, staring at them. “We looked for you everywhere, but you two disappeared.”

  “We went for a walk. Is that a problem?” Dylan asked, with no patience. Mr. Fleck stared at him and then at Natasha. He sighed.

  “I guess not. But you should take Emily next time. You’re not giving her a lot of attention, are you, son?”

  “I suppose…” Dylan said and looked at Natasha, who nodded. Emily was serving drinks to everybody. She didn’t look amused, but she also didn’t look like she would complain.

  “I guess we should get going,” Oliver said, getting up from the plastic chair by the pool.

  “No, man!” Dylan exclaimed in a pleading tone.

  “Man, it’s already close to midnight. I have work tomorrow.”

  “He has a job, Dylan,” Mr. Fleck said with a smirk, implying that Dylan didn’t work. The boy shrugged and shook his head with a small pout forming on his lips.

  “Whatever,” he murmured. Oliver got close to him and they bumped their fists.

  “Will you take care of that matter?” Oliver whispered. Dylan nodded, sighing.

  “Sure thing, man.”

  “Good.”

  They all said their goodbyes and Dylan hugged Natasha for longer than it was necessary.

  “See you tomorrow, okay? You’ve got this,” Natasha said.

  Dylan and Emily followed to his bedroom. He was missing his campus apartment so much. The apartment was small for four people; it was gray, dusty, and the beds weren’t that comfortable, but, boy, did he miss that.