Spirit of Cyber
by Antoinette
Chapter Six: Head Games & Kisses
An hour later she left the programmers office with a greater knowledge of the limitations of tracing someone on the Internet. She had left as much information as she could give and extracted a promise from the operators to try and find out what they could, which they would have to do in any case, seeing as how company security was at stake. She had only told them that it was someone she didn�t really know and that it worried her. When they had searched her computer for traces of His messages or other hints to guide them� there were none to be found. The whole matter had them frowning and shaking their heads in puzzlement.
The rest of the day passed in a haze of confusion. She watched her computer screen warily. Torn between her fear that His message window would pop up again�and the fear that it wouldn�t.
She was relieved when she could finally gather her things and leave her office. On the drive home she decided to stop at the club for a bite to eat and maybe a drink to help ease her nerves. But, when she pulled up in front of the door and the valet stepped around to open her door she looked up at him and murmured. " I've changed my mind. Sorry."
He tipped his hat and shut the door. Stepping back he looked after the sleek black sedan with its pale and trembling driver curiously.
She drove down the throughway toward her home with only part of her concentration on the road. After a near miss with a bicyclist as he darted out from between parked cars, she gripped the wheel hard, sat up straighter and concentrated on her driving. She muttered at herself and cranked up the radio, something modern and unintelligible began to pour out of the speakers. She didn�t care it was loud and drown out her own confusion of thoughts.
Her cell phone rang several times before she heard it over the music. She thumbed the music lower and the cell phone to hands free.
" Hello?" She spoke to the overhead microphone. For a moment there was a wavering tone followed by a crackling sound, like cellophane being crumpled. " Hello?" she spoke again. Her eyes dropped briefly to the cell phone in its holder, it indicated that there was someone on the line. She waited for the some one with the bad connection to speak.
" Hello little one. "
She swerved to the right towards the curb�gasped and corrected the car�s path. Her heart roared in her ears so loudly that she had to strain to hear His next words.
" Can you hear me little one?" The deep well modulated voice poured from the speakers, warming her and chilling her all at the same time.
She cleared her throat and whispered " Yes Sir. I can hear you. May I ask how you got my number Sir? It isn�t given out."
His chuckle purred out of the speakers. " You still don�t believe in me little one. But, you shall. In time you shall believe. "
Her brow creased in a frown, anger bubbling up inside her. How did He invade her privacy like this? How dare He! She blinked rapidly and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, her mind racing, she tried to navigate the traffic.
" Slow down little one." His voice told her. " Up ahead of you on the curb of the road is a man who needs a ride. You are going to be that ride." He chuckled again and the hairs rose on her arms. " maybe in more ways than one."
She was already shaking her head in the negative. Words of protest rose to her lips, what woman in her right mind picked up a hitcher in this day and age? But before she could form and speak them His words cut her off.
" You have an earphone and jack for your cell phone� plug it in and put it in your ear. You will stop and pick him up. The cell phone will be left on�I will speak to you via the earphone. Do not worry little one� he will not hurt you. I will not allow it. I do not wish my most beautiful and obedient pet to be harmed in any way. "
She still shook her head no, even as she put the earphone in place and made the necessary adjustments. A sardonic voice in the back of her head muttering about " damned fool� The man is on the cell phone!!! What�s he going to do to stop her from being hurt? Just how does He intend to keep her from being stabbed to death? You are an idiot woman! " Her eyes darted to the mirrors to see if she recognized any cars as having been traveling close to her for any length of time. If that were the case, if He were following close behind her, then perhaps His words of protectiveness weren�t empty. "And if He is following you," the voice of caution spoke again, " then He knows if you are obeying him or not." She signaled a right hand lane change and moved to the slower moving line of traffic. " Have you stopped to consider that it might be Him waiting at the side of the road up there? How else would he know of a hitchhiker�s presence? "
" Any moment my sweet." His deep smooth voice whispered in her ear. " You will see him standing beside the road. You will stop and offer him a ride." He chuckled again. " You need only do as I tell you to, no harm will come to you, My sweet."
A cool breeze touched the side of her neck as His voice whispered. " Do you trust Me?"
She couldn�t answer that right away, she was working hard just to remember to breathe. Her thoughts in turmoil with one rising to the surface above the rest, trust is what a submissive is. She drew a shaking breath, " Yes Master." She spoke softly.
" Very good my pet."
She searched the road ahead her body trembled in anticipation of seeing the one hitchhiking. Then she saw him�a small figure in the distance. She began to slow the car.
" Do you see him little one? " His voice whispered in her ear.
" Yes Sir." She answered. " Stopping now."
As she drew nearer she began to define the person�s appearance a little more. Tall and lean, shoulder length blonde hair, wearing a long dark duster that seemed to have seen better days and a slouch hat, also leather, he stood with relaxed ease along the side of the road his thumb held up. His piercing blue eyes fixed on her car as she rolled to a stop behind him.
Then with a lazy smile he regarded her through the windshield for a moment before strolling to the passenger door. Opening the door he leaned down, his arm resting on the top of the door and his other hand atop the roof. He regarded her with lazy sensuality, as his broad shoulders filled the doorway.
A shiver ran down her spine when his eyes slowly took her in and a smug little smile crossed his face. His voice soft with a hint of southern twang to it filled the air in the car like a warm breeze. " How far are you going Miss?" He asked� there was just the slightest hint of innuendo in his tone.
" Tell him you are going as far as he wishes you to." The Master�s voice whispered in her ear.
She was trembling so hard that the muscles of her stomach clenched and cramped. She wiped her sweating hands on her skirt and swallowed hard before finding her voice. The stress of the moment made her voice a husky whisper.
" As far as you want to go. " She murmured and blushed a deep peach.
He slid into the seat of the car and looked around casually as he settled in. His eyes checking her over closely as she gathered her wits and began to pull back into traffic.
" Where exactly are you trying to get to? " She asked as evenly as she could. The air of the car filled with the scent of leather, oilskin and male musk, the combination caused a bead of perspiration to break out along her upper lip. She really, really craved a smoke, a habit she had broken some years before.
" Are you frightened little one? " the Master�s voice spoke in her ear. " You don�t have to answer...I know. I can feel your trembling."
" I�m going to a friends house about half an hour or so down the road here. Coyote Creek road, do you know it? Is it too far out of your way?"
She ventured a glance at him. " I know it. And no it�s not out of my way." His sapphire blue eyes fastened on her face and she quickly, pretended interest in the traffic. " It�s a very beautiful little valley. I like to go hiking there."
"Umm, Yes it is. My pal, Steve, is overseas. I�ve been watching his place for him. Got up and went to town to get a few things and my scoot broke down. Parts to fix it won�t be here for a couple of days, so I�ve been reduced to riding shags pony to get back to the house. I�m very grateful to you, pretty lady, for so graciously offering me the chance to ride in this very nice car. " He reached out to stroke his fingers appreciatively across the leather covered dash and tickle them across the stereo controls.
" Talk to him, pet." The Master�s voice spoke to her. She jumped slightly realizing that she had been staring at the man�s fingers with fascination.
" Thank you. I have grown rather fond of it. Fortunately, it was one of the perks when I took this job. I would never have bought it for myself."
" Does she have a name? I named my hog� call her Velvet�Smooth Black Velvet. Do you drink? "
She blinked at the questions. A little frown creased her brow for a moment before she answered, " I have and I do but I don�t make a habit of it."
" Well, Velvet is named that for a couple of reasons. Like the drink, Black Velvet, she can kick your ass if you aren�t careful."
She smiled and nodded agreement to that statement.
He continued, his eyes shifting to her face. " The other reason for her name is because, when I have her out on the desert at night, thighs wrapped around her purring body, nothing but the two of us, the stars, and the road� its like the black velvet feeling that comes after a totally mind blowing," He paused long enough to draw her eyes to his own with the silence. " Orgasm."
She visibly shook at the word, hastily jerked her eyes away, and focused them back on the road. She could feel the heat in her cheeks glowing brighter.
" Oh he�s good." The Master�s voice chuckled in her ear.
Her eyes dropped swiftly to the phone in its stand on the console. Her passenger�s followed the glance and peered at her curiously. She flashed him a weak smile and touched the earphone that was suddenly very uncomfortable.
" You on the phone with someone, darlin�? Cause I can shut up and plug my ears if ya are. You don�t have to tell ole Jack twice to shut up and plug his ears because he�s already done it before the words even leave your mouth. That Jack he�s real good like that and He�s real trustworthy too. Ain�t never told a bit o� gossip � ain�t never broke a confidence�"
He stopped to inhale and she quickly jumped in. " I�m on hold and I call her Samantha. " She had to smile in spite of her efforts not to laugh at his silly banter. Something inside of her was unable to resist the boyish charm he exuded. The devil take it, I�m me� take it or leave it confidence and good humor warmed her disposition toward him.
He leaned back against the seat, one leg stretched out the other cocked up, his wrist dangling lazily over his knee. She snuck a quick glance at him and smiled just a little.
" I hate being put on hold. I put them right back on hold, " He stretched his finger out to the face of the phone. " See I push that button right there." He made as if to touch the end button but stopped just short and pulled his hand back with a lop-sided grin. " Why Samantha?"
" Because she can be a real witch sometimes." She replied with a soft chuckle.
" I like it." He gave a warm growl of a laugh and patted the dash. " Now you be a good little witch Samantha. I�d really like to get back to the house sometime today."
" So what do you think little one?" The Master�s voice purred into her ear. " Can you picture his body hovering over yours? Rising up between your wide spread thighs ready to thrust to the very center of you? "
She scrambled for a reply to both men. " I�I think that�s a safe bet."
Her Master�s chuckle tickled in her ear. " Very good little one."
" Well good." Her passenger replied. She felt his gaze on her once more as he resumed his previous relaxed posture. " So what kind of business are you in, if you don�t mind my asking."
" I run the art department of an advertising agency."
" Your husband or boyfriend must be very proud of you."
She glanced at him, letting him know that she was amused by the thinly disguised question, with a little quirk of her brow. " I�m a widow. And there are no prospective replacements in my foreseeable future."
" Oh." He eyes dropped and he fiddled with the seam of his pants. " Sorry."
" Don�t be. Life happens and then it ends. That is the way of things." She smiled, " Sometimes I think that it is all the sweeter because it was so short lived. We didn�t have time to learn to hate each other more than we loved."
" So, Jack�what is it you do?" she asked, trying to dispel the tide of memories that threatened to wash over her.
"Well, now�" He settled back into his easy bantering manner. " I�m true to my name, pretty lady� I�m a Jack -O�-All-Trades." Then his voice dropped the teasing tone and spoke from his heart. "But, my real passion is working with wood. Taking a piece of an aspen�s fallen trunk, shaping, molding it and in the end creating something that expresses its beauty in a whole new way."
The Master had fallen silent in her ear. She glanced at the phone to make sure that it was still functioning properly.
" Maybe you would like to stop and see my �" he chuckled, " Etching?" He threw his head back and laughed, a deep hearty laugh that she couldn�t resist joining, on a softer scale. " That was so corny I can�t believe that I, as cornball as I am, would go there."
By now she had negotiated the off ramp that led to the coyote creek canyon road and come to a stop. She looked at him, waiting for his instructions. But, he gave no indication that he was aware of anything but his own intense study of her face. She squirmed under the scrutiny, the tiny movement caused him to blink and look around.
" Go left." He told her.
She nodded and pulled onto the two-lane road that wound it�s way up the canyon. To their right coyote creek tumbled and splashed over the moss covered stones in its path. She lowered her window and inhaled the cool damp pine scented air that rushed in and sighed with pleasure.
" It�s been a while since I�ve been here." She told him. " I�ve been so caught up with my work that I�ve been neglecting many of my favorite haunts lately."
" So, would you like to?" Jack asked
" Like to what?"
" See my work." He chuckled. " I would love to see what you think of it."
" Not tonight pet." Her Master�s voice spoke to her. " Ask for a rain check."
" I�d love to see it but not tonight. I have another engagement. May I have a rain check?" She smiled at Jack.
" Good Pet." The whisper tickled in her ear. " Look at his hands pet. See how long and strong they are?"
" Sure, you are welcome anytime. In a few minutes you will know right where to find me anytime with in the next six months. " He looked at her for a long moment. " And I sincerely hope that you will come to find me...To see my work." He quickly added with an impish grin.
" He has strong arms that could hold you helpless for hours while he ravished your body. Do you wonder what his cock is like pet? Wonder how it would feel against your lips?"
She licked her lips, the tremble in her fingers returning. His voice murmured to her. " What would you do, pet, if he were to take a handful of your hair and push you face first over the hood of that pretty car� jerk your skirt up over that fine ass of yours, gave it a few good swats and then slammed that hard cock into you without mercy? Using every part of your sweet body for his own pleasure."
She shuddered at the imagery that He was painting, and once again found herself scrambling for an answer that responded to both men, " I�d like to Cum/come�umm� see your art work."
"The drive way is just around the corner." He pointed a long finger up the road ahead.
" Alright." She answered simply. She slowed in anticipation of the turn.
" I really have no power to stop him if he wants to take you. You realize that don�t you?" The Master�s voice chuckled in her ear. " He could rip your clothes off, tie you to his bed and ravish that beautiful body for days before anyone found you."
She gave a tiny gasp and shook, her stomach suddenly roiling with the fear and excitement that the Master�s voice had just unleashed. Jack looked at her sharply, his brow creased in concern.
" Are you alright darlin�?" He asked. " You are shaking like an aspen in a gusting breeze." He reached over to slide his palm across the back of her wrist and clasp her fingers between his own.
" I�m fine. " She stuttered. " Just a little chilled I guess."
" Well, you can turn on the heater, hon."
" No�its ok." She pulled her fingers from his to negotiate the corner into his driveway. She pulled to a stop in front of a beautiful little log cabin surrounded by pines. " There you go Jack. Home all safe and sound."
He looked out the windshield and nodded, then turned the intense blue eyes back to her. He sat and gazed at her for what seemed like an eternity. She could sense the thoughts he was turning over in his mind. Some of which caused her to blush again and shift in her seat to ease the ache that had begun in her loins.
She dropped her hands from the wheel to lie in her lap, and simply gazed back at him.
Meanwhile, the whisper of the Master, burrowed into her mind, " Will you scream and fight him? Will you go willing to serve him? How wet are you right now little one. I�m betting the skirt beneath your fine ass is soaked. You want him, pet?"
" I know your car�s name. But, I don�t know yours. May I know the name of my most beautiful chauffeur? " His eyes smiled at her.
" Kay."
Twisting in his seat, he reached for her hand lifting it to his lips, " Kay" he whispered against her upraised palm. His lips pressed the name to the palm of her hand. He lifted his face from her palm, gazed into her eyes once more, indecision flashed across his handsome features. He whispered, " forgive me my transgression but I just have to do this."
He reached across and lifted her chin with the side of his forefinger, eyes focused on her lips he leaned in and pressed the lightest touch of his own against their full softness.
Her heart skipped a beat the softest of sighs left her lips to tickle across his. Nibbling his lower lip between hers ever so lightly, she inhaled his breath and found it fresh and sweet. Her eyes closed as the tip of his tongue tickled at the center of her lower lip then retreated.
She opened her eyes to meet his searching gaze, their lips touching with little butterfly kisses. She felt herself falling into the blue depths of his soul. Her body shuddered deliciously when his fingers swept under her chin to rest lightly across the side of her face, his long fingers brushed lightly across her temple. His eyes smiled at her and closed as he pressed his kiss to her lips firmly.
In the quiet of the moment she heard the guitar music playing softly from the radio, the opening strains of Sensuality by Enigma. Her lips sought to know his. The tip of his tongue dipped in to taste the tip of her own, she met it eagerly. Their tongues danced, twisting, darting, teasing and exploring for eons of endless moments.
The touch grew ever more urgent, so intense that she felt as if she were falling. For a brief instant she faltered, somewhere inside a whisper of fear rose like smoke, the fear of falling, she watched it in her minds eye and mentally blew it away, then let herself float away in to the sweet kiss.
Her fingers rose to explore his jaw line and cheekbones, reading the Braille of his face. His hand moved to clasp the back of her neck pulling her gently closer. The heat of the energy between them filled the car. Then, just as she was about to lose herself totally and for all time, he broke the kiss.
He gazed into her eyes and smiled�kissed her lightly once more before turning his seat and exiting the car. He stopped in from of the car and looked at her through the windshield, leaning down with his fists against the hood, looking for all the world like he were about to spring up against the window. He mouthed the words..." Thank you." And blew her a kiss before turning to saunter off around to the back of the house.
She might have sat there forever frozen in the stunning aftermath of the kiss but, the Master�s voice spoke softly to her. " Very Good Pet! Now turn around and go home. I will expect to see you on line in exactly four hours. "
Like a zombie she shifted into reverse and eased back out of the driveway. Her eyes turned to look at the house one more time, hoping for another glimpse of him, already finding a seed of doubt about what she had experienced.
" I�m most pleased little one." His voice spoke to her once more and the line went dead.
She hit the end button on the phone, shifted into drive and drove home deeply lost in her thoughts�pondering all that had happened and batting away all the unanswerable questions.