Prologue –

Springtime Bonnie

I hurriedly ran towards my bedroom to answer my ringing phone. This better be good. I have been busy all day with all the reports I had to pass to my supervisor, who happens to be my Dad, I'm just really glad that he was on vacation with my Mom somewhere and he finally got off my back with all the pressure.

"Springtime Bonnie! COME TO MY HOUSE THIS INSTANT," Springtrap yelled as soon as I answered the phone.

"But I'm just about to take a shower, can't this wait?" I asked. I really wanted to take a long bath since I earned it, but I guess I won't be able to do that now. Not when this guy is ordering me to go to his house.

"No! Hurry up or else I'll punish you!" he commanded. I sighed and told myself that I'll have a long bath after this 'meeting' of ours is done.

"Okay fine. Just wait... 20 minutes," I immediately ended the call; I don't to fight with him over the phone, again. He's just so demanding at times. He treats me like one of his employees, which I am not. Can't he even wait for a few more minutes?! How am I supposed to go to his house in less than twenty minutes? I'm on the other side of the city! Who does he think I am, flash?

When I finished fixing myself, I rode the elevator down.

I got to the basement and searched for my car. Once I remembered where I parked it last night, I vamoosed. After about ten minutes, I was near my destination which made me sigh in relief. This drive was definitely a record breaking time for me. It usually takes me fifteen to twenty minutes to get here but maybe it's the fact that he sounded so mad which made me hurry up.

I nervously parked my vintage car on his well kept lawn. I stepped out of my car and as soon as I closed the car door, my printed skirt got stuck. Talk about bad luck. I tried yanking my skirt but it did not work. I tried opening the car door but it won't budge, it seems like my skirt has jammed the locks. I grunted out of frustration.

I kept on yanking and yanking my skirt, while wishing it to not rip off. I heard a loud sound coming from the front door of his mansion and when I turned my look from my skirt to it... I gaped.

I saw him angrily walking from the steps towards me, and the next thing I remember, he nimbly carried me from my car and into his house and I was now on his bedroom. 'How did he do it?' I questioned myself. When he dropped me on his bed, that's when I noticed that I wasn't wearing my skirt. F-ck, he took me out of my skirt rather than taking the skirt out from the car.

"What were you doing standing there like some kind of virgin? I was waiting for twenty minutes!" he scolded. I've seen him this mad before, the time he found out that he lost a bidding of some sort. I will never forget that night, I have scars to show. Because whenever his mad, he gets manipulative and sadistic. He likes to play, and it's a great thing that I'm a masochist.

"My skirt was stuck!" I shouted. It took me months to learn to talk back to him without stuttering. I'm just happy that he doesn't slap me like what he did before, because every time I disobeyed him or talk back to him, he'd punish me... but, since we started a new proposition that states that he can't harm me unless we are both in an intimate state, I can talk back to him any time I could.

He hissed. I saw him stare from breasts down to my underwear. I'm not a prude and neither is he, and I caught off guard when I held his jaw and claim his lips.

His left hand supported my waist while his right one went to my nape. I, on the other hand, clung my arms unto his neck, pulling him closer to me... wanting to feel it. And I wasn't disappointed for he was hard.

I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and I took off his pants. He smirked, and I felt it in my lips. I was about to part my lips from his when he pulled me closer and deepened the kiss. He inserted his tongue and started savoring my mouth. I did the same, and out tongue battled for domination. He unhooked my brassiere with just one try. I am not even surprised; he's a professional at this. But me, he's my only bed experience, and my first time happened not so long ago.

He slowly took off my lower undergarment and he threw it at the side. I turned off the lights but I noticed that the lampshade was still on and it serves as our only light source. But then again, I turned it off. I don't want him to see my body even though he's seen it before... I'm still conscious.

He just shrugged the fact that I turned off the lights, I guess he's pretty used to this. He kissed me again. Then he whispered to my ears, "I love your body, don't be insecure about it."

I was so turned on by him. He's never done this before and right then and there, I couldn't help it anymore, so I laid down the bed and he went on top of me. I moaned when he slid his finger in me. He smiled then he proceeds. He filled my body with little kisses. He caressed my breasts, one at a time.

I felt like I was about to come and I know he felt it, too. He pulled his fingers out from my dampness and his face travelled down to it. He started viciously licking my slit, which caused me to groan. I couldn't help it. It was too much pleasure.

He continued what he was doing and after an amazing tongue-f-ck, he inserted his manhood into me. It felt so good, it felt right... like we were meant for each other; we were meant to do this. He was gentle at first but when he got the rhythm, he moved at a quick pace then slowed down and moved quickly again, this way he made me ache for his touch. He knows my body oh-too-well from the way I respond to the way I moan.

"Oh my... I love you..." I slipped. He stopped moving for a while and stared at me, although I am pretty sure that he couldn't see me through the darkness, I'm still embarrassed and my cheeks managed to turn scarlet. I looked down while I tried to catch my breath.

He wasn't moving so I pushed myself unto him making his arousal reach my wall. I felt the brush of his tip on it which caused me to burst. And then, he continued thrusting. He groaned and I know that I'm once again building up another mind-shattering orgasm but I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

After a few more thrusts, we reached our climax, he pulled out and I felt his seed being spurted at my navel. I don't think a second round is coming any time soon. I am really tired and I bet he is, too. I'm glad that it was not a hardcore s-x that occurred.

I felt him lying down next to me, so I tried to cuddle with him but he pushed me aside.

He was catching his breath when he said something, "Hey Slave..."

"What?"

"Get out and I'll call you some other time," he frankly said. He was now back to wearing his emotionless mask. I was hurt, but then again, I was used to this.

So I stood up from the bed and searched for my clothes. I stole one of his boxers since my skirt was left outside so I hope he won't mind. Once I was suitable to leave, I did.

"Good-Bye Springtrap," I whispered once I got out from his house. I went to my car and pulled my skirt. I spent about five minutes when I finally got it out, ruining the fabric of course but, I could always get a new one so it's alright.

Who am I to his life again?

I'm the girl he calls to blow some pressure off; the girl who is 24/7 ready for him to f-ck; the girl who is committed to serving his master, and only him.

I am a slave although I don't get paid. I do this because I love him, I've learned to love him ever since I saw him; must be love at first sight. Call me dumb or whatever but I do love him; I'd give everything to him. But I don't think he loves me back. He does this for pleasure. I am inlove with a guy that calls me his slave and f-cks me because he's horny... great...

I'm just that...

I'm just his sex slave.

End of Prologue –

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