Dahlia’s POV
When I saw Him waiting at the front door, my heart started racing. He had always been my master since I had been sent to him after being blackmailed into submission and I had become his slave. He owned me body and mind. I had thought that this was going to be a painful and humiliating endeavor but then I gradually came to understand that Master loved me and he did this because he could not receive pleasure by any other way possible.
Every time I saw Him, my heart raced, my p***y drooled, and my breasts ached for His touch. I was the luckiest woman in the world I thought as He smiled at me.
"Are you ready Sweet Slut? "
"Yes, Master. May I ask a question?"
"You may ask, but I may not answer."
"Where are we going?"
"I'll answer when we are in the air. Trust me."
We then
