Her Father, My Master: Mentor Read Online Free PDF

went downstairs, said goodbye to my parents, and left.  I was on autopilot.  I knew my need had overtaken any fear I might have had.  I was going.
    At 7 on the dot, I pulled into Mr. Hendricks’ driveway.  Sure enough, Maddie’s car was gone.  It would just be him and me.
    I trembled as I took slow steps down the sidewalk to his front door, staggering every once in a while.  I cursed myself for deciding to wear the ridiculous high heels I’d picked out.  I didn’t have much practice with them.  When I reached the front door, my fear was on the rise again, and I very nearly turned around and ran, right then.  But Mr. Hendricks didn’t let me.  He opened the door before I could even ring the bell.
    I stared, blinking at the light emanating from the house like a deer caught in headlights.  Mr. Hendricks smiled, and said, “Krystal.”  Then he pulled me in.
    After that, my fear melted away.  He was on me, his body grinding against my soft, supple skin, his hands gripping my arms firmly.  He bent his head downwards for kiss after passionate kiss, his tongue commanding my mouth open, forcing its way inside me.  I gasped, nearly overwhelmed by his power.
    Finally, he halted his onslaught, if only temporarily.  “I knew you would come,” he said simply, brushing my hair away from my face.  Without another word, he led me upstairs to the master bedroom.  His room.
    My heart was beating like a drum as I glanced around his room, his private domain.  I’d never been in here before, naturally.  I barely ever even went into my own parents’ bedroom.  He seemed to enjoy a slightly more modern look: his bed was a low platform - an Asian style bed - and currently covered in slick ebony bed sheets.  The black nightstands were equally low, and each had a simple lamp with a square black shade on them.
    The walls were red, blood red, and the carpet was white, but had a large black area rug thrown on top of it.  There were various abstract paintings on the wall, and I paused for a moment, trying to decipher their meanings.  But Mr. Hendricks impatiently pulled me along.  He didn’t want to waste a minute, apparently.
    I could feel my fear and nervousness on the rise again, though.  I didn’t want to make even the slightest mistake, so I followed him, but with some trepidation.  He led me to the bed, and gestured for me to lie down.  I did.
    “Good girl,” he murmured, and began to unbutton his shirt.  My eyes widened when I saw what was underneath.  I knew he was ex-military, a Marine to be precise, and he still had the body of one.  He was obviously taking care of himself.  His muscles lengthened and bulged as he moved his arms, flexing underneath his weathered and battle-worn skin.  He was tanned, and it made all his scars pop out like stars against the night sky.  He did have a little fat, a small pouch of a belly, but under that I knew there was only more muscle.  This man could control me.  He could overpower me with both his body, and his mind.  And I found myself wanting him to do exactly that.
    He was gloriously uncovered now, and his erection was obvious, even in the dim light of the room.  With the confidence that only an older man could possess, he climbed atop me on that low bed, kissing me and cupping my naked breasts through my shirt.  He pressed his body downwards, and I could feel the thick trunk of his cock against my belly, full and firm.  I could also feel the familiar burning rising within me again.  My fear was falling away, and all that was left was lust.
    Mr. Hendricks seemed to be able to sense the change within me, and he drew downwards.  He unbuttoned my jeans and smoothly slid them off, leaving me vulnerable, in nothing but my shirt and panties.  And then the panties came off too, and I was completely exposed to him.  He crept his way upwards again, and softly kissed my neck, thrusting lightly against me, now.
    “You’re absolutely certain you want this?” he