The Beach

Ethan's POV

"Are you ready slave, got everything we need?" I ask Janice walking into her room.

"I'm done, master." She replied, zipping up the bags.

"Great. Bring the bags downstairs, and also from now own... i would prefer you call me Mr Smith, instead of Master and also you can call me sir. And instead of slave, I think the word *pet* fit you much more better." I nod my head as I talked, already loving the way the word *pet* rolled out my tongue and out of my lips/mouth.

I left her in the room, and head the down the stairs.... I walked out of the house and got into the car. Started the car and waited for Janice.

I only had to wait for some minutes, before Janice walked out the house door, put the stuffs in the trunk and got into the car.

Without giving her a glance, I drove out of the driveway... in the direction of the beach. If Janice was to know all that I had planned out for her, she would beg me to turn this car around.