The plan was simple, too simple maybe. We would continue as before. The plan Mara had mapped out for us was by far our best shot. She was gone for good, now. With my decision to not accept Lucien's bargain we were dooming her to a fate I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I shuddered thinking of what he would be doing to her for leaving for so many years. The dress I wore now was burgundy, long, form fitting with a slit that went to my hip. There were black rose designs embroidered on it near the hem, and lining the choker like collar that wraps tight around my neck. I piled my hair in elegant rosebuds against my head letting a few tendrils of curls flutter free against my neck. Silver bracelets with ruby studs are my only adornment. Mara had even better taste than I did. The thought of her made despair threaten to overwhelm me. I straightened glaring at my reflection. I was older than time itself nothing could bring me low, and I refused to let a stupid insignificant human best me. I would do what needed to be done then I would get her back if I had to throw both heaven and hell into chaos to do it. Applying a last bit of lipstick I nodded to myself deciding I looked as good as I was going to get. I walked down the stairs just as the buzzer on the newly repaired gate buzzed. I didn't answer right away letting Terry squirm a bit. That is usually good advice making a man wait seemed to really help build anticipation. After he buzzed for ten minutes, and looked ready to break down the gate again I opened it. Saying I was trying to put on my lipstick. His face that looked so angry on the camera relaxed when he saw me standing on the porch waiting for him. He grabbed me tight against him so I could feel just how happy he was to see me, and kissed me hard. He looked like a starving man when he let go eyes roaming over my body pausing on key spots. He lead me to the Lamborghini, and opened the door for me like a gentleman, all without saying a word. I found his extreme silence a bit unnerving after the charade he had pulled the night before. Finally he cleared his throat, and said quietly.
"I think we need to come to an understanding. I know I was extremely aggressive yesterday, but I have never felt like this about anyone before. I will do my best to control myself from now on." I smiled inwardly at the almost apology, and didn't answer him. He scowled at me not liking the silent treatment. He reached out grabbing my face so I was forced to look at him.
"You will show me some fucking respect." He snarled at me. I cowered away from him avoiding his eyes like a scared puppy. "Look baby, You are the best fucking lay I have ever had. Your special so I want to treat you special, but you acting like you hate my ass is going to make me have to hurt you. Got it?" He said trying to calm down. I nodded glumly. He leaned over, and grabbed my hand pulling it to his visibly erect cock. He made me rub him through his slacks gasping as he drove ninety down the interstate. He undid his zipper erection poping free of his pants with nearly an audible twang. "Blow me." He growled pushing my head down to his cock. I complied hoping the moron didn't kill us. That would be an extremely embarrassing way to fail. 'Oh hey Satan! You see I was polishing some guys knob, and he wrapped us around a telephone pole. Can I have a do over?' Not likely. I just hoped when he climaxed he didn't jerk the wheel or something. I wrapped my lips around him sucking him deep into my throat slowly pulling him back out sucking hard on him. He groaned so long I was worried he would stop breathing. The secret to a really good blow job is pacing. You can't go too fast or all they will feel is a slobbery slip n slide, too slow your jaw will fall off before they get anywhere. I rolled my tongue along his shaft and tip hands moving where my mouth just left.
"I'm cumming." He growled pushing my head down so I covered him completely. He came buckets into my mouth making me gulp it down at least four times before he went slack. I raised up, and sat back in my own seat.