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"No, don't move. I like you kneeling at my feet in submission."
"Yes, just like that. That is how I have you pictured you in my dreams. Tell me, Denise, did you ever have fantasies about me?"
"I—uh—honestly yes."
"Tell me about them."
"But—"
"I want to hear about them. Tell me and maybe we can make some of them come true."
"I don't know if I am ready for that yet, but I have thought of one. It's so embarrassing, though."
"What is it?"
"Actually, I have had a fantasy about having things done to me in front of group of people. Not really sexual just...” Her words trailed off.
"You want a public humiliation?"
"Yes—something like that.” She answered shyly.
"Like being on a collar and publicly spanked in front of everyone?"
"Yes—exactly like that."
"Do you want it to be just me, or do you want others to participate?"
"I had not thought about it. How about just you to begin with?” She thought of being publicly claimed by Victor really turned her on. She had never really belonged to any man before, she had never wanted it, but with him ... She wanted to be claimed in every way.
Victor's lips curved up in a smile. “That, my dear, can be arranged and it would be my pleasure.” He couldn't help but think how nice it would be to care for her afterwards in the privacy of their bedroom. Being dominant was not just fun, it carried a heavy responsibility to care for his submissive. Denise was so natural at this, so eager to learn, it would be easy to push her too far, and so he would always be a caretaker as well. Victor tipped up her chin with his forefingers. “Undress for me, Denise."
"Yes, Master.” It went unspoken, this agreement they had. Here in the bedroom is where she called him Master and where they played this game. Outside the bedroom, everything seemed normal and no one was the wiser. They were respectful in front of other people and at work. She called him Victor in front of everyone else and he called her Denise.
She rose to her feet and began stripping for him. First she pulled her dress over her head, leaving her standing there in front of him in nothing but her matching blue thong and bra set. She left her high heels on because she knew how much he liked them.
"Take it all off, Denise. I want to see all of you.” He moved to sit upon the bed, enjoying the show she put on for him.
Shivers caressed her flesh at the sound of his voice. She obeyed the command and stood there for his next command. “What would my Master like for me to do tonight?"
Victor's smile got even wider. “Are you saying you would like to please me? You already do, Denise. In everything you do."
"I want to please you so that you can forget all your troubles at work and just think about tonight."
"You mean like the dufus that I am going to have to reprimand for using the lights on his car to get through traffic so he could eat lunch at home?"
"Who did that?"
"Malloy."
She covered her mouth with her hands to stop her laughter. “I can picture him doing that, too.” Agent Malloy was new on the force. He had been working in the field office for one year now, but he was young, and inexperienced. He was straight out of school, and green around the edges.
"Ordinarily he may have gotten away with it, but I have to discipline him because he drove into the county area and the sheriff began to follow him thinking he was on a hot pursuit or it was a real emergency."
"Well, let me help you forget all about your troubles.” Denise made her way to him, standing mere inches from his body.
"You can try."
"It is the least I can do for my Master.” She crawled over the top of his body and he lay back on the bed as she straddled his body. She began to play with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them one at a time, taking her time leisurely. His hard maleness rose up steadily between her thighs. Victor was enjoying this as much as she was. “Would you like a massage? Or perhaps there is something else you may enjoy more?"
"Why don't you show me what you had in mind?"
"It would be my pleasure, Master.” She took off one of his shoes, and then the other, tossing them to the floor. She unzipped the fly to his tight blue jeans and then pulled his jeans off to leave him only in his white boxers.
She rocked her body over the top of his hard-on before slipping off and taking off the last remaining layer between their bodies. His cock jutted eagerly into her hands. She kept her eyes focused on his as she bent over to take him in her mouth. She licked the length of him, running her tongue over his cock to end at the base of him. She fondled his balls rolling them in her fingers.
A drop of his seed spilled out, and she eagerly lapped up his salty juice before wrapping her lips fully around his cock, her teeth barely grazed him. He covered his eyes and struggled to not touch her. He wanted to take her now, throw her down on the bed, roll over on top of her and lay claim. The delicious sensations caused him to moan out, “You are killing me, Denise."
Self-control was killing him. She just enjoyed torturing him.
Her soft mouth was working wonders on him. Suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. He was about to come, his fingers ran through her hair, holding her there, while he spasmed into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair as the orgasm rocked his body and he tensed spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, before removing her lips. The sight of her slightly disheveled hair and her licking her lips like a cat who just got her cream, was already making him want her again. He pulled her down onto his body to lay there against him. “Thank you, Denise. I could forget everyone else in the world when I am in your arms."
"Well, I am glad I did my job."
"You did a very good job. Everything you do pleases me.” He pressed his groin against her side. “See? I am already ready to go again."
"Again?” She sat up and climbed on top of his body. “Care for a ride, cowboy?"
"Are you offering to ride or be ridden?"
"I would enjoy either, and I know you enjoy doing the riding, but I have to wonder how many women ride you?"
"Ride me, Denise."
Denise smiled wickedly sitting atop him gave her a heady sense of power. She opened her thighs, positioned his cock between her legs, and impaled herself on him. She let out a sigh as she settled in for a long hard ride. She placed her hands on his chest and began a rhythmical movement up and down, over his hard cock. He pinched her pink nipples sharply causing her to cry out, and her movements only increased in her ardor. He was long and hard, hitting her g-spot in a way that made her moan in desire for him.
Every stroke was like a delicious torture. She was using her hips to move on him slowly in an agonizing dance that pushed his endurance. Seeing her ride him for her own pleasure turned him on more than he would ever have thought possible. “I thought you wanted a ride, are you just going to sit there?"
She laughed softly. “It's my pace when I am doing the riding, cowboy. Unless you want to do something about that."
"I just might.” He gripped her hips and rolled over on top of her, still linked together. He pinned her to the mattress, before readjusting himself to be in full inside of her. “Now we will see who is in charge.” He made a swirling motion with his groin to prove his point. She could play with him all she wanted, but too much playing and she would have to pay the price.
His pumping increased in strength and intensity, as the pressure in his stomach grew and the smell of sex permeated the air. She was so hot and wet for him. Her breath came quicker and she rocked under him, her hips matching the movement of his.
Suddenly her head was thrown back against the pillow, her back arched into him. He recognized that she was coming under him, because of him. Her nails dug into his back scratching his skin in her lust. The passion twisted the features of her face, her lips opened in a silent o. He couldn't resist kissing her, fiercely, holding her face between his hands. He kissed her hungrily, his tongu
e mating with hers in a dance that matched their hips.
Suddenly she tensed against him, as she was pushed over the edge. She pulled his body into hers, as she shuddered against him. Her climax made him lose his own control. He wanted for her to enjoy this too and he had pushed himself to last longer.
He let himself relax and came as she pulled him to her in her arms. His buttocks clenched as his own release was upon him. He kissed her on the nose before he relaxed in her arms.
"Even vanilla is good with you, Denise."
"That's what you call boring vanilla sex? You are going to have to explain all the flavors to me. I am so new at this."
He smiled, burying his face against her hair. “You are so good for me, Denise. How could you think that I wanted this to be over?"
"I guess I felt insecure. I love this so much. I didn't want it to end.” I love you, she thought desperately wanting to say the words. This felt so natural, so right, laying here in his arms. She didn't want it to get awkward. And if she said those words and he said nothing back ... What if he didn't feel the same way about her?
That would definitely change things.
Perhaps it was best to leave things alone as they were for now.
Chapter Twelve
