Free Sackmaster by Ann Jacobs

slave’s should be. She’d acceded to his wishes and taken off her
wisp-of-lace panties that she’d worn under her long wrap skirt, and to his
request that she tie up her hair and put on the wig she’d wear home from the
club later that night.
    He loved her obedience. With or without her
hair, with or without the shiny black, shoulder-length wig, she was gorgeous, a
magnet for other men’s frank looks of admiration. Of lust that wasn’t going to
do them any good because she was his. He sort of liked realizing he was the
only guy who knew that her hair would soon be gone, sacrificed tonight for his
sexual pleasure. And her own.
    He took off his ball cap and rubbed a hand
over his own freshly shaved head. It felt damn good. He did feel a little
naked, though, without the mustache and goatee he’d worn for a few years, since
his former teammates had unmercifully teased him as a rookie about his baby
face.
    Maybe he’d grow his own hair out, at least
the mustache and goatee. He’d have to shave twice a day if he wanted to keep
his chin and neck smooth. But if he had his way, Julie wouldn’t grow her hair
back, at least not for long. It gave him—and her, he was sure—too much of a
sexual thrill to know she was completely naked, totally hairless. But then he
was itching to shave her himself, in scenes like the one he planned for tonight
where he’d shear off her luxuriant black hair and shave her, revealing her
gorgeous, perfect alabaster scalp. To do that, he’d have to let her grow her
hair out between shavings. As much as it turned him on to imagine shaving her
every day while she sucked his cock, he was also looking forward to running his
fingers through the soft, downy growth, gauging whether or not she needed
another shave. Even to having her grow her hair out to where it brushed her
shoulders and then taking it from her and wrapping the silky strands around his
cock.
    He imagined different scenarios. Her on her
knees sucking his cock while he sectioned her hair and clipped off the strands
one by one. Her bound and gagged and pilloried while he fucked her sopping cunt
and another sub shaved her for his pleasure. Them being shaved together by a
couple of club submissives while…
    He’d think more about that later.
Meanwhile, two yards of diamonds on a thin gold chain that he’d bought last
week felt warm in the pocket of his jeans. He imagined how they’d look, strung
through chain loops attached to the gold collar he had in his duffle bag, and
those tiny rings in her nipples and clit. That thought sent blood slamming into
his cock. He willed it into submission. As much as he wanted to fuck Julie
until neither of them could walk, he intended for them to get to know each
other, too, without the heat of desire clouding their brains. As he turned off
the highway onto the dirt road rutted by traffic from heavy construction
equipment, he set her hand firmly onto her own slender thigh. “Later, baby.”
    “Where are we going, Master?” She hadn’t
said much so far, but now she looked around, saw they were bouncing along on
the rutted one-lane driveway that paralleled the Intracoastal Waterway and
offered occasional views of blue, foaming ocean through a curtain of pine
trees, brambles and sea oats.
    He lowered the windows, inhaled fresh,
slightly salty air mingling with the smell of pine trees and musty soil. The
smell of home. “My place.”
    “You mean the house you’re having built?”
She sounded confused.
    He laughed. “Yes. I want to show it to you,
see if you think you’ll like living there. I’ve been imagining you out on the
deck, stark naked, working on your tan while I rub sunscreen on every inch of
your body. Especially here…and here.” Reaching across the console, he tweaked
her pussy and then tunneled his fingers behind the hair of her wig, seeking the
sweet spot just above her hairline. “Can’t have all my personal playgrounds
getting sunburned.”
    She leaned her head against his