It wasn't so very long ago, although it seems longer, that we were attracted to one another. We were close enough that you made it very well known I turned you on, that you thought I was beautiful. But now when we talk on the phone, it's about normal things.
Still when I hear you speak I feel that deep desire, that pull inside me that makes me want to give you as much pleasure as I possibly can. At this point if I even tired, I know you'd reject my advances. Instead I fondly remember the sound of your voice as you talked me through orgasms, then you seemed so proud at the number of times you made me cum. Twelve, I believe was the most, and you braggesd about it. "It's okay to touch yourself, I know you want to pricess." How those words still turn me on when I think back. Sliding my hand down into my panties as you talked me through every moment of pleasure. "Put a finger inside yourself, tell me how wet you are for me." Moans escaped my lips as I felt desire dripping out of me. I wanted to please you as much as I wanted to please myself. "I can hear how wet you are for me Princess, I want to hear more." Through moans and gasps i pictured your fingers inside me as if you were laying next to me, whispering in my ear as you tried to control your own desires. Imagining running my hands down your body towards your hard cock to stroke it. On the verge of my first orgasm, you told me to cum and let it go. It was so intense it caused me to grunt and move my fingers fasters inside of me. "Keep going Princess," your words washed over me, "you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I managed to squeak out a slight yes through my fury of moans and sighs. "Cum for me again." Your voice sounding as if you were pleased with the way I was following your instructions. Again and again I came for you, feeling the pool of my past orgasms grow beneath me. Your voice was so addicting, I didn't want it to stop. After more and more orgasms finally you said "Just one more Princess, you can do it. Make it a big one just for me." With your encouragement I gave it my all, and felt my warm juices pouring out of my aching pussy. The smell of all my ecstacy filled the air like an intoxicating perfume. "That was such a good girl for me, do you feel satisfied?" Breathlessly I told you yes and thanked you for your time. I miss the way your voice would guide me into the depths of mind blowing pleasure. It seems so long ago that night occurred. We've grown away from that now, the attraction has become one sided. One night not so long ago, although it seems longer.
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We were really good at making each other laugh. We had spent much time together on my trip and it made me sad I was leaving in two days. But I was determined to have as much fun with Daniel as possible. He was the type of friend I felt like I had known for years, although it had only been less than one.
I stood up to clear the table of the empty pizza box when he stopped me, “Stay.” I giggled at him as I picked up the box, “I’m just throwing the pizza box away, I don’t like leaving trash lying around.” His eyes caught mine and my heart melted I understood that’s not what he meant and my heart began to flutter. Daniel grabbed my hand causing me to blush, “I meant stay here at least for a few more days. We’re having so much fun together and I’m not sure when I’ll see you again.” I sat back down staring at him, I was at a loss for words. As much as I wanted him to say something like that to me I knew with Daniel, it was more likely that he wanted me to stay to pal around town with him than any other reason. I gently placed my other hand on top of his and began rubbing it. “You know I have to go home, I have responsibilities there that I can’t just put off to stay here for another day or two.” He lowered his head in disappointment and my heart turned from fluttering to sinking. I didn’t want to offend him or seem like I didn’t appreciate his company. The truth was I felt more comfortable with him than I had with any other man in years and that had caused me to develop feelings for him. He looked up at me with sad eyes, “It's just another day or two, I’m sure whatever it is you have waiting for you at home can wait that long.” I wanted to hug him, I wanted to tell him yes I’d stay, but I was scared and confused. He always seemed to run hot and cold with me, at times he would flirt with me and other times he acted like we were nothing more than mere acquaintances. I couldn’t tell if he wanted me to stay for the same reason I wanted to stay, or if he wanted me to stay to just hang out for a little bit longer. I moved my chair closer to his and squeezed his hand, “If I stay a few more days there’s a good possibility you’ll want me to stay a few more, and that’s going to make it all the harder on me when I do have to go. So let’s just enjoy these last two days together and not prolong the inevitable. We’ll still talk, we’ll still hang out in a way, it’s not like I’m exiting your life completely.” He lowered his head once again, and in a hushed tone he said something I had always longed to hear, “I need you here with me.” I slightly shook my head, my heart began to flutter once again. In my mind, I reminded myself that he meant this only in a friendly manner, Daniel was not interested in me that way. I smiled sweetly at him, there were so many things I wanted to ask him, things I wanted to tell him but my mind would not allow it. I had been hurt too many times before and Daniel was a very good friend, I didn’t want to risk losing him. “I bet that’s what you say to all the ladies,” I said jokingly. He moved his head up and glared at me, “Why do you always think that? Every time I try to tell you something you always joke that it’s what I said to all the ladies! Do you know how that makes me feel?” I sat back in my chair and stared at him, I had heard him talk to other people in that tone, but never me. “Daniel it’s just a joke, we always joke around.” He crossed his arms still glaring at me, usually, this was the moment he would laugh and tell me he was just kidding, but his expression did not change. Nervously I looked down at my hands and started rubbing my right pinky finger. “Maybe I’m tired of joking around about certain things. Anytime I give you a compliment or I say something nice you make it out to be a joke! I wouldn’t say these things if I didn’t mean them!” My heart began to race and I shifted in my seat. I felt like a schoolgirl being scolded and his tone of voice was turning me on. I felt my body beginning to blush and quietly reminded myself that he didn’t mean the things he was saying the way I was taking them. “I know you mean them, I just don’t think you mean them the way I want you to.” I felt tears forming in my eyes, this was the moment I was going to lose him as a friend and my heart was breaking. I prepared myself for the worst possible outcome when I looked up and saw his face had softened. “What do you mean by that Dakota?” My mouth went dry, my heart felt as if I was going to pass out from anxiety. I closed my eyes hoping it was all a bad dream and I was about to wake up. However, when I opened them I was met with Daniel’s eyes staring at me, his expression had changed to slightly annoyed. I took a deep breath and tried to hold back my tears. “I mean that I have feelings for you and I have for quite some time, but I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. The way you say things to me, I hope in my heart that it’s because you have feelings for me too, but I know you don’t mean them in that way. You just see me as a friend and that’s okay. I just hope for things that I know won’t happen.” I saw a little smirk creep across Daniel’s face I couldn’t tell if he was being smug or if he was genuinely amused by my confession. He reached over and grabbed my hand looking into my eyes, “Dakota, of course, I know you have feelings for me. You don’t hide them as well as you think you do. I have feelings for you two, I guess I’m just better at hiding that fact than you are.” My jaw dropped, this was not how I was expecting this conversation to go. Daniel laughed at my expression, which caused me to quickly close my mouth. “Surely you had some inclination of how I felt. I thought it was pretty obvious” He leaned in closer to me taking my cheek in his hand, he stared into my eyes and for the first time, I saw what he was talking about. Daniel pulled me into him and kissed me hard, his tongue parting my lips as I softly moaned. I slowly slipped my tongue around his playing with it as our lips continued their own passionate dance. Daniel pulled me closer placing one of his hands on the nape of my neck while the other continued to hold my cheek. I moved my hands to his face feeling his beard in my hands. He pulled back for a minute and looked into my eyes, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” I giggled as I stood up and took his hand. I led him to the bedroom where I undressed and laid on the bed, “I want you, Daniel.” His devious smile was complemented by the light in his eyes. He quickly undressed and laid down next to me in bed. For a moment he looked at me taking in every part of my body, then he leaned down and kissed me this time more forcefully. His hands found their way to my breasts, he massaged them causing me to moan in his mouth. I felt my nipples getting hard and a tugging deep inside of me that wanted him to fuck me as hard as possible. He kissed his way down my neck and chest stopping at my breasts. He bit one leaving a mark, “That’s to remember this night,” he chuckled. Then kissed my nipple taking it into his mouth to suck and bite it, I moaned louder moving my hands to his head and gently pressing it into my breast. With each bite, I felt myself growing needier, and my whimpers grew louder. Daniel moved one of his hands slowly down my body, caressing the curves of my hips down to my thigh. Slowly he moved it from my outer thigh to my inner thigh resting it on the outer lips of my pussy. “Daniel Please, I need to feel you inside me.” He chuckled as he moved from one breast to the other leaving his mark on that one as well. I felt his tongue flick my nipple followed by a good bite. It distracted me from his hand moving up and down my outer lips then sticking his fingers in my slit, running them up and down. I felt his fingers lingering on my clit, rubbing it in a rhythmic fashion. Breathlessly I encouraged him, “Oh my god! That feels amazing, I think I’m going to cum!” Without saying a word he removed his fingers from my clit and kissed his way down my torso, settling between my legs. He sat back and admired my pussy commenting on how beautiful it looked soaking with my arousal. He spread my lips and used his tongue to lap up what juices he could before circling it around my clit. I arched my back and clung to the bedsheets, I had never had any man touch me like that before. Daniel gently sucked on my clit while plunging his fingers into my pussy. He stopped for only a second to say “You are so fucking wet!” Then continued his sensual devouring of me. I had always imagined what it would feel like to have Daniel between my legs, and not even my wildest dreams did it justice. He moved his mouth from my clit down to my hole, where he circled his tongue around the entrance causing me to squirm with joy. He moved his hands to my hips pulling me closer to him to make sure he could get his tongue as deep into me as possible. I felt it darting in and out of me as I tried to resist the urge to cum. I wanted him to see the look in my eyes the first time he made me cum. The harder I tried to resist, the more aggressive he became. “Daniel please, I don’t want to cum just yet.” He looked up at me his lips glistening with my juices, he smiled, “I don’t think you have a choice.” Daniel moved his mouth back to my clit sucking it hard while he plunged his fingers back into me. I closed my eyes and held my breath, getting lost in all the pleasure he was giving me. I felt a surging run throughout my body as I came on his fingers. I moaned loudly with immense pleasure as he worked his fingers faster to give me another orgasm. I felt myself squirt and heard him moan with approval, then he leaned up and kissed me. I had never tasted myself off of anyone before, and it was incredibly delicious. He laid on the bed next to me and I kissed my way down his chest to his hard cock. It was already glistening with precum which made me drool. I took his shaft in one hand and started to stroke it allowing the precum to lubricate it. He tilted his head back letting out a huge sigh. I moved my head down between his thighs kissing my way up one side and back down the other before licking his shaft from base to tip, stopping at the head and pressing my tongue against the spot where the head meets the shaft. I heard him grunt with approval, then I took his shaft in my mouth forcing it down my throat and allowing myself to gag on it. I felt his hands run through my hair grabbing a good portion of it at my scalp. Daniel lifted my head up to see tears running down my face as I took a few deep breaths. I smiled at him before I took him back in my throat and began using it to fuck my throat. Finding a good rhythm I bobbed my head up and down then held my face down on his cock allowing it to gag me more and more. His grip on my scalp tightened as I moved my hands to his balls to massage them. He let out a massive growl before I felt him release into my throat. When he was finished I looked up at him and he smiled, “You look so beautiful right now, you don’t know how much I’ve longed to see you looking just like that.” I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom to grab a towel. When I returned to the bed Daniel pulled me in spooning me from behind. Our naked bodies pressed together, I felt myself getting aroused again. He ran his hands up and down my body, gently caressing the parts I knew turned him on the most. Soon I felt the hardness of his cock in my back and I giggled, “Ready for another go?” He chuckled reaching between my legs, “It appears you are ready too.” Daniel pushed me forward slightly while spreading my legs. I looked back at him biting my lip, silently letting him know I wanted this more than anything. He positioned himself behind me and I felt his shaft slide between my lips hitting my clit before he moved it back down to enter my pussy. I gasped as I felt it go in, he was much bigger than I had imagined and I felt him stretch my pussy as she pushed himself further into me. “You are so fucking tight! You feel amazing!” He slowly moved in and out of me giving me indescribable pleasure with every thrust. “Daniel, you feel so good. I love having your cock inside me.” He picked up the pace and I felt his hands pressing into my back to steady himself. I buried my face into the pillow letting out moans and screams that no one else could hear. Daniel moved faster and deeper into me making me feel the pleasure I had never felt with any other man. I believed he was going to be the first man to make me cum through penetration. I lifted my head out of the pillow and looked back at him. Daniel’s eyes were closed but I saw a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I felt myself tighten around his cock as I came. My legs began to shake and I whimpered as another orgasm hit me. Daniel grunted as he fucked me harder building up to his own orgasm. I moaned loudly, cumming again on his cock before I felt him cum inside me. Daniel collapsed on my back, but I felt his cock still throbbing inside me. I took deep breaths trying to get my heart rate back to normal when I felt him slide out of me and roll onto the bed next to me. He pulled me back into the spooning position with him and held me tight. “Now you see why I need you here with me?” he kissed my neck and sighed in my ear. “Yes Daniel, I understand. But I still have to leave at some point.” He shushed me and whispered in my ear, “Let’s not talk about that now, I want to enjoy holding you.” “Why aren’t you listening to me, Georgiana?” She turned around and looked at me with tears in her eyes. I stepped forward to reach for her hand, but she backed away.
“You didn’t mean it, there’s no way you can mean such a ridiculous thing?” I felt my heart sink, I knew she didn’t believe in love, at least that love was not meant for her. But looking at her how could any man not help but fall in love with her? She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, in body, heart, and spirit. The heartbreaking thing of it all was she never saw it, she always looked at herself as someone no man could ever find attractive. But every time I was near her I couldn't deny how attracted I was to her, which is what I told her. "Georgiana, I meant every word! You are so kind, gentle, caring, and beautiful. I'm certain I am not the only man that sees that in you. I miss you when we don't talk and I can't wait to discuss my day with you. Every time I hear your voice my heart flutters uncontrollably. You're the only woman who has ever cared enough to put me before herself and ask for nothing in return. How could I not fall in love with you, how could I not see you as the most beautiful woman in the world?" She scoffed and turned to storm away from me, this time I was able to grab her arm and pull her towards me, "Please Georgiana, I need you and I've never needed anyone in my life. You have to know every word I say is true!" She shook her head as tears streamed furiously down her face, "Why would you be so cruel to me, Nicholas? I told you long ago that love was not meant for me, that part of my life is over. And here you are making such impossible admission! Look at me, there is no way any man in his right mind would declare his love for someone like me." I pulled her in closer and kissed her deeply only to have her push me away. Grabbing her shoulders I gently shook her, "Gorgiana, I've loved you from the first moment we spoke, I just didn't realize it until you cut off all communication with me. I have taken you for granted and I beg your forgiveness." She shook free of me her tears of disbelief turning to anger. "You've kept me at arms length and rejected me time after time only to come to me now? I find it hard to believe that you affections lie with me, especially since you were, until recently, engaged in a relationship with Elinor. Now that she's gone back to her previous lover you only think of me because you are heartbroken and lonely." "That's not true, Elinor leaving me was the best possible thing that could've happened. It opened my eyes to what was right in front of me this entire time, it made me realize how special you are to me. As you say I should be heartbroken, but when she told me she was ending our relationship my heart felt free and sang your name." Georgiana pushed me away once again, her tears had stopped but she was still reluctant to give in to my confessed love. I reached out taking her cheek in my hand and looking deep into her blue eyes. "I would not say anything of these things if they weren't true, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you." She pushed my hand away, "I'm afraid you've already hurt me more than you'll ever know Nicholas. You will never know how many sleepless nights I've spent crying, wishing you would say these things to me, only to be passed over and ignored time and time again. You think declaring your love for me is supposed to make all those feelings of inadequacy subside? As I have told you before, my time for love has passed and there is no way anyone, including you, is going to change that." Georgiana turned and stormed away, this time I let her go. My heart was breaking at her rejection, although I understood more clearly now the pain I had caused her. It was up to me to prove my feelings for her, but I wasn't quite sure how. Georgiana deserved a love she didn't have to question and I was going to prove to her that she not only had love not passed her by, but that she deserved to be loved as passionately as any man could even if he was not the man she would allow into her heart. I woke her up with a gentle kiss on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“Good morning princess, how did you sleep?” She stretched my arms and yawned, letting out a small squeak in the process. “I slept really well, Sir. How about you?” I smiled at her grinning mischievously. “I slept well, but I woke up to an issue this morning. I hope you can help me out.” She cocked her head to the side playing innocent, even though I knew she knew that the “issue” was. “What’s the issue, Sir?” I gently took her hand leading it down to my hard cock. She widened her eyes pretending to be surprised and gasped as my smile grew wider. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me Princess? Just waking up next to you has gotten me hard and desperate to fuck you!” I leaned down and kissed her hard and I felt my hardness grow as I moved my hands to her breasts twisting and pinching her nipples. I knew nipple play was her favorite and I could feel she needed me as much as I needed her as she started slowly stroking my cock. I stopped kissing her and removed her hand from my shaft. “Did I tell you to do that?” My voice was stern and I made sure she could see she was growing excited. She knew exactly what was going to happen next.. “No Sir, you didn’t.” She shook her head innocently. Pulling the sheets off of her, I turned her over, face down on the bed. “I want that ass in the air, now!” I heard her giggle as she got into position. Face down ass in the air, I ran my hands along her soft pale cheeks. I let out a huge sigh before I lightly slapped her ass. “You’re going to count each spank once I get going Princess. You know the drill.” She looked back at me biting her lip she, by the time we were finished she was going to be wet and primed for fucking. A few more light slaps and he got started with the harder slaps, which turned into full on stinging spanks. With each slap I saw the rosy redness on her cheeks intensifying, and her pussy growing wetter. “I don’t hear you counting! We’re starting over!” I hit her backside and she moaned letting out a slight, “One” I laughed and bent down to whisper in her ear, “You’re going to have to be louder than that my dear.” I straightened back up and slapped her ass again. “ONE” She yelled out Another slap, “TWO”. Slap! “THREE”. My hand started rubbing the cheek I had been striking, and I knew it was time to move over to the opposite side. Slap! “FOUR”. I could see droplets of her sweet juices running down her legs. Slap! “FIVE”. Slap! “SIX”. Her ass was a darker shade of red, tenderly I rubbed her ass and kissed each cheek. “That was a good girl, I’m proud of you!” I moved my fingers from my ass towards her pussy. I positioned myself behind her and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. “You are so fucking wet! You enjoyed your punishment didn’t you?” “Yes Sir” I placed my hands on her hips, preparing to enter her. I used my knees to nudged her legs further apart and I teased the entrance to her wetness by gently pressing the tip of my cock in and pulling it out. She moaned in desperation as I slammed myself into her. “God Princess, I swear you get tighter every time I fuck you!” I moaned as I pushed myself all the way inside her, then slowly pulling all the way out. I repeat this action, pushing in, then slowly pulling all the way out, each time I felt her wetness growing, covering my shaft, then dripping down her legs. “You’re such a good little whore!” I couldn’t help but slap her ass again. Her moans grew louder and I knew at that moment it was my goal to make her so hoarse she couldn’t talk for at least a day. “Tell me Princess,” I said, picking up the pace, “Who’s pussy is this?” “It’s yours Sir!” She shouted out through a moan. I thrust myself in her deeper and faster as I reached around to rub her swollen clit. “Do you know what that means my dear?” She was lost in the pure pleasure all she could do was shake her head. Pulling out I commanded her to lay on her back with her legs spread. Doing as she was told, I thrust myself into her causing her to almost scream with delight. “Princess you didn’t answer my question, do you know what it means?” She looked into my eyes, “No Sir, what does it mean?” I pulled her legs up resting them on my shoulders as I thrust deeper into her tightness. She grabbed the bed sheets and arched her back, I could tell she was close to orgasm. Without warning I stopped, just lingering inside. I bent down and kissed her. “It means I own this pussy… and everything attached to it! Isn’t that true?” She nodded her head vigorously as I positioned one hand on her throat and the other just above her head to support myself. “I said, ‘isn’t that true’, slut?” “Yes Sir, that’s true. You own every inch of my body!” My hand gently squeezed her neck as I started fucking me again. She moaned and looked into my eyes with a look that begged me to let her cum. I let up my hand and I took a deep breath. “Ask me for it!” I said, squeezing her neck again. “Please Sir, may I cum?” she said, gasping for breath. Letting up again, I pumped faster and faster. “I don’t believe you really want to!” I smirked and gently squeezed her neck again. “Ask me like you mean it! Ask me if I will allow my pussy to cum!” I felt her beginning to tighten around my cock, and I knew she was mere moments away from orgasm. “Please Sir, will you allow your pussy to cum?” I let off her neck for the last time and fucked her as hard as I could. I felt the rush of orgasm run through her body as she arched her back and let out a loud exhausted moan. “That’s it Princess, keep cumming just like that!” I continued fucking her hard and fast, I felt her cumming harder and harder on on my throbbing cock. It was time for me to cum, I felt myself ready to explode. “Where do you want it Princess?” “Inside me Sir. Fill me up with your cum and remind me once again you own this pussy and everything attached to it!” A few more strokes and I released all my seed into her tight little pussy. I fucked her more to make sure every last drop out was deep inside her. Collapsing on the bed next to her, we both laid face up staring at the ceiling trying to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I looked at her and pulled her close to me, wrapping my sweet princess in my arms. “You are one dirty little slut, do you know that Princess?” She giggled and nodded as I felt her relax my arms. “I’m so glad you’re my dirty little slut. And I’m so proud of you for being such a good girl!” She kissed my chest, my chin, then my lips letting her tongue trace my teeth before sucking on my lip. I gently pushed her lips off of mine, “Princess, are you looking for round two?” “I’ll take whatever you choose to give me. Your wish, your desires are my command.” She smiled sweetly as I looked deep into her sapphire eyes. I laughed and pulled her closer to me, “You are one of a kind, you know that? That’s exactly why you’re mine, you’re always going to be mine, I’ll always own you.” “Yes Sir, I am forever your whorish Princess.” “Hey Patrick” I heard her sweet playful voice from across the room.
I slowly looked up from my book thinking I might have misheard her, “What was that Princess?” She tried hard to keep a straight face, but I could see from the smirk on her face, I had heard her correctly. She let out a slight giggle. “I said ‘Hey Patrick’” Without losing eye contact with her, I closed my book and set it on the table next to me. “That’s what I thought you said. Come here, now!” I pointed to the floor in front of me. Slowly she stood up and sauntered over to me, smiling playfully the entire time. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and tried to make herself look innocent. “What’s up Patrick? Did I do something wrong?” “Princess, what is my name?” I looked directly into her eyes, letting her know I wasn’t playing. “It’s Patrick,” She said playfully, twisting her hair. I unbuttoned my belt and slowly slid it out from its loopholes. I could tell her heart was racing, I saw her eyes widen ever so slightly. I knew this is what she wanted so I decided to play along. “That's true, but what is it you call me?” She pretended to think for a moment, biting her lip and tapping her finger on her chin. “Princess!” My voice was stern as I tapped my belt in playful annoyance on my thigh. “Well, I call you Sir. But your name is Patrick.” “It’s not often you’re in a bratty mood. What is it you want, Gabriella?” She giggled as she shifted her eyes to my belt then back to mine. This confirmed exactly what I suspected. I smiled slowly, giving a soft chuckle. “You want a good spanking, huh?” “It seems I’ve been a bad girl and I think that’s a fitting punishment.” I motioned for her to stand up, as she did I told her to turn around. I knew she was expecting me to bend her over the arm of the couch and let loose on her beautiful pale ass. But I had other plans for her. “Go into the study and sit at my desk, I’ll be with you in a minute.” She shot me a confused look, but slowly did as she was told. She had no idea what I had in store for her, this was something I reserved for special occasions when Princess needed to be put in her place. I left her waiting in my office for a few minutes while I let her think about the punishment she was about to receive. No doubt I’d walk into my office to find her bent over my desk. When I stepped into the doorway to see her sitting at my desk. I smirked to see her waiting and noticed she had already removed her panties. “Princess, take out a writing pad and pen” Her eyes widened and I saw her facial expression change from playfully happy to annoyed. She rolled her eyes and scoffed at me as she got the paper and pen. “Lose the attitude, you have no one to blame but yourself.” I walked toward her, taking a position behind her so I could see what she was writing. I smiled as she prepared herself, she was really going to hate this. “I want you to write down what I say…” “Yes Sir,” She said in a bored tone “Now I’m Sir again, what happened to Patrick?” I laughed She glanced back at me, giving me a dirty look. “Just tell me what to write” I grabbed her chin firmly in my hand and gently pulled her head back until She was looking up at me, “Princess I don’t mind you being sassy or bratty once in a while, but this attitude is certainly not the way to get what you want.” I released her chin and she looked down at the paper with the pen ready. “Sir, what would you like me to write?” “I’m here, you’re there, we’re all going to be there soon.” I could tell it didn’t make sense to her, but she wrote it down without argument. As soon as she finished the first line I gently squeezed her shoulder. “That’s not right Princess” She looked at her paper then up at Me, “that is what you told me to write, Sir” I could hear the frustration in her voice, I chuckled as she rolled her eyes again. “It’s not right. Write down what I say.” “Okay…” “I’m here, you’re there, we’re all going to be there soon.” She threw the pen down, “that’s exactly what I wrote!” I squeezed her shoulder tighter, “mind your tone and listen to me. Pick the pen back up and write this down.” I cleared my throat as she picked the pen back up. “I’m here I-‘-m h-e-a-r” “But that’s not how it’s spelled, at least not the way you’re using it” “Princess quit arguing and listen” She reluctantly wrote down what I instructed her to do, I knew she was a perfectionist about grammar, this was the perfect punishment for her. “Good now write you’re there y-o-u-r t-h-e-y-‘-r-e” She shook her head and shuddered at all the grammatical errors. “I’m sorry Sir, but you know how much of a grammar perfectionist I am.” I chuckled “Of course I do Princess, but you’re the one who wanted a punishment . Now write” She struggled to write it the way I wanted her to spell it. Then I gave her the final part. “We’re all going to be there soon. W-e-r-e No apostrophe, a-w-l going spelled normally t-w-o b-e-e t-h-e-i-r soon.” She let out the cutests frustrated grunt as she wrote the rest of the sentence the way I wanted it written. “Very Good Princess, just 49 more to go” “But Sir!” She said looking at me with her good girl “I’m sorry” eyes. “You know I love that look,” I said, cradling her chin in my hand, “but it’s not going to save you from writing your lines. You better hurry up you only have 15 minutes” I walked out of the room and back to my nice warm reading chair. I set the timer on my phone, picked up my book and tried to read again. However, I couldn’t get the image of her sulking out of my mind and I couldn’t help but laugh. I knew she was in my office retracing her steps wondering how she got to the point of writing lines. It was only a matter of time before she gave up and did as she was told. Underneath it all she really was a good girl. I knew she just wanted to have some fun, and I had some planned for her when she finished her lines. When the 15 minutes were up my phone timer went off and I stood in the doorway to the office, “pen down, time is up”. She looked at me with a big pouty face. “You’re so cute when you’re angry” I laughed She softened her expression and looked down at her hands “I’m sorry Sir, I truly am” I sat in the chair across from her placing one leg over the other. “I know you try so hard to be a good girl for me. I know that you’ve been very good, But I have to say your behavior tonight was surprising.” I let my tone show there was a tinge of disappointment in my voice. I could see the words hurt her as tears built up in her eyes, “I’m sorry Sir” “Look at me Princess” She looked up at me trying to hold back her tears. “I’m surprised because I’m glad you finally feel comfortable enough with me that you can let that playful sassy side of you out. I knew one day it would, I just didn’t know when or how it would come about.” “So, you aren’t mad at me?” she asked, wiping her eyes. “Of course I’m not mad at you. But can you do me a favor? The next time you want a specific punishment, will you just ask?” She nodded her head and gave a slight smile. “Yes Sir” “Also, don’t be afraid to be sassy, it looks good on you.” I said with a wink. She smiled bigger “yes Pat—-er Sir” “Now make your way into the room and get on all fours on the bed. Someone needs a good spanking” “Hey Patrick” I said with a mischievous grin on my face.
He slowly looked up from his book with an annoyed look on his face , “What was that Princess?” I tried to keep a straight face, but I let out a slight giggle. “I said ‘Hey Patrick’” Without losing eye contact with me, he closed his book and set it on the table next to him. “That’s what I thought you said. Come here, now!” He pointed to the floor in front of him. Slowly I stood up and walked over to him smiling playfully the entire time. I kneeled on the floor in front of him and gave him my most innocent face. “What’s up Patrick? Did I do something wrong?” “Princess, what is my name?” He was looking into my eyes with such annoyance. “It’s Patrick,” I said playfully twisting my hair. He unbuttoned his belt and slowly slid it out from its loopholes. My heart started racing and I could feel the excitement rushing to my pussy making it wet with the thought of him using the belt on me. “That's true, but what is it you call me?” I pretended to think for a moment, biting my lip and tapping my finger on my chin. “Princess!” His voice was stern and he was tapping his belt on his thigh. “Well, I call you Sir. But your name is Patrick.” “It’s not often you’re in a bratty mood. What is it you want, Gabriella?” I giggled as I shifted my eyes to the belt then back to his. A mischievous smile slowly appeared on his face. “You want a good spanking, huh?” “It seems I’ve been a bad girl and I think that’s a fitting punishment.” He motioned for me to stand up, as I did he told me to turn around. I was giddy with arousal and I couldn’t wait for what I thought was coming next. “Go into the study and sit at my desk, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Confused, I slowly did as I was told. Maybe we were going to role play. I just imagined him coming in bending me over his desk then feeling the cold slaps of his leather belt on my ass. While I waited I slipped my panties off and put them in his desk drawer in preparation for my spanking, but also as a special treat for him later. Patrick appeared in the doorway with a smirk on his face that said he was about to enjoy what he was going to do to me. “Princess, take out a writing pad and pen” My eyes widened and my heart sank. Not lines, anything but lines! I rolled my eyes and scoffed as I got the paper and pen. “Lose the attitude, you have no one to blame but yourself.” He walked toward me taking a position behind me so he could see what I was writing. “I want you to write down what I say…” “Yes Sir,” I said in a bored tone “Now I’m Sir again, what happened to Patrick?” He laughed I glanced back at him, giving him a dirty look. “Just tell me what to write” He grabbed my chin and gently pulled my head back until I was looking up at him, “Princess I don’t mind you being sassy or bratty once in a while, but this attitude is certainly not the way to get what you want.” He released my chin and I looked down at the paper with the pen ready. “Sir, what would you like me to write?” “I’m here, you’re there, we’re all going to be there soon.” It didn’t make sense to me, but I wrote it down without argument. As soon as I finished the first line I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder. “That’s not right Princess” I looked at my paper then up at him, “that is what you told me to write, Sir” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes again. “It’s not right. Write down what I say.” “Okay…” “I’m here, you’re there, we’re all going to be there soon.” I threw the pen down, “that’s exactly what I wrote!” His hand squeezed my shoulder tighter, “mind your tone and listen to me. Pick the pen back up and write this down.” He cleared his throat as I picked the pen back up. “I’m here I-‘-m h-e-a-r” “But that’s not how it’s spelled, at least not the way you’re using it” “Princess quit arguing and listen” I wrote down what he told me and it hurt my grammar OCD. “Good now write you’re there y-o-u-r t-h-e-y-‘-r-e” I shuddered at all the grammatical errors. “I’m sorry Sir, but you know how much of a grammar perfectionist I am.” He chuckled “yes Princess, I do know. Now write” I struggled to write it the way he wanted me to spell it. Then came the final part. “We’re all going to be there soon. W-e-r-e No apostrophe, a-w-l going spelled normally t-w-o b-e-e t-h-e-i-r soon.” I let out a frustrated grunt as I wrote the rest of the sentence the way he wanted it written. “Very Good Princess, just 49 more to go” “But Sir!” I said looking at him with my good girl “I’m sorry” eyes. “You know I love that look,” he said, cradling my chin in his hand, “but it’s not going to save you from writing your lines. You better hurry up you only have 15 minutes” Patrick walked out of the room and for the next five minutes I contemplated my decisions that led me to that point, and tried to talk myself into just powering through it and getting it done as quickly as possible. When the 15 minutes were up Patrick appeared in the doorway again, “pen down, time is up”. I looked at him pouting my face. “You’re so cute when you’re angry” he laughed I softened my expression and looked down at my hands “I’m sorry Sir, I truly am” He sat in the chair across from me placing one leg over the other. “I know you try so hard to be a good girl for me. I know that you’ve been very good, But I have to say your behavior tonight was surprising.” There was a tinge of disappointment in his voice. The words hurt me and I felt my heart sink a little as tears built up in my eyes. “I’m sorry Sir” was all I could get out. “Look at me Princess” I looked up at him trying to hold back my tears. “I’m surprised because I’m glad you finally feel comfortable enough with me that you can let that playful sassy side of you out. I knew one day it would, I just didn’t know when or how it would come about.” “So, you aren’t mad at me?” I asked, wiping my eyes. “Of course I’m not mad at you. But can you do me a favor? The next time you want a specific punishment, will you just ask?” I nodded my head and gave a slight smile. “Yes Sir” “Also, don’t be afraid to be sassy, it looks good on you.” He said with a wink. I smiled bigger “yes Pat—-er Sir” “Now make your way into the room and get on all fours on the bed. Someone needs a good spanking” Half asleep, I felt his weight on the bed as he laid down next to me. He had come home later than usual because of a big project he was working on for his boss and I knew he needed to get his rest for his big presentation in the morning. I thought he would just lay down and try to get some sleep so I rolled on my side facing the window and pulled the covers over my shoulder.
Once he got comfortable he pressed himself up against my back and held me tight softly whispering in my ear, “I had the most stressful day, Princess.” “I’m sorry to hear that Sir,” I rubbed his arm he had tucked around my waist as he started kissing my neck. “All I could think about today was you and that wonderful pussy of mine.” I moaned softly as he started rubbing my breasts, “You’ve been a good girl for me today, haven’t you?” I nodded my head as I moaned a little louder. I felt his hardness pressed against my back and the wetness growing between my legs. As he started pinching and massaging my nipples I moaned louder while whispering under my breath, “Yes Sir.” “That’s my girl,” one of his hands trailed its way down to my pussy as the other continued playing with my nipple. Slowly he stuck one finger inside my lips and felt how turned on I was. “I think you need a good fucking, what do you think Princess?” “Yes Sir,” I said looking back at him. I saw a smirk cross his face, “Then ask me for it.” “Sir, please will you fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” His finger slipped its way inside my tight entrance and I gasped with excitement. “I’ve really thought about nothing else but this tight pussy of mine all day, and now I’m going to make sure you know that.” I felt his finger slip out of me and the head of his hard cock enter me from behind, sending shivers all over my body. “Oh my god Sir!” I shouted as he plunged into me. He started moving in and out of me and with every thrust I could feel all his stress, all his tensions coming undone. “That’s my Princess,” he grunted through his teeth, “my sweet, tight, Princess” I moaned as loud as I could and quickly found his hand covering my mouth. “You’re being awfully loud, just enjoy my cock reminding you that you are all mine, every inch of you!” His other hand made it’s way to my clit and he began rubbing it as he fucked me harder. The sound of his grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “I want to feel you cum on my cock, can you do that for me?” I nodded my head as I felt him fucking me harder and rubbing my clit vigorously. I was on the edge of cumming when he started making his deep “I’m going to cum” grunts which turned me on even more. I felt myself tighten around him and I exploded in a flurry of muffled moans and grunt before he too came inside me. His body relaxed but he lingered inside me, his hand still on my mouth. “Now listen to me very carefully Princess, I’m only going to say this once, this pussy, this mouth, these breasts and everything on this bed right now belongs to me. If I have to cum inside you every night to make that point I will. Do you understand?” I nodded my head, smiling as he slowly pulled himself out of me and removed his hand from my mouth. “Thank you for the reminder, Sir.” I turned over to face him as he laid on his back. He let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled me close to lay my head on his chest. “That’s all I can do for tonight my sweet Princess, but trust me there’s more fun to come tomorrow.” I giggled as he ran his hand through my hair, “Thank you for that, Sir. I hope it helped your stress level.” I glanced up at him and saw his smile illuminated by the street light outside the window, “It helped more than you know my dear.” Patrick walked me back to my office after we finished eating lunch. It was normal for him to walk me up to the door of the building, but today he walked in with me and escorted me all the way into my office where he shut the door behind us.
I turned around and saw a sly smirk on his face, and I had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. "Now Sir, we don't do that here," I giggled as I walked behind my desk to sit down. "Don't sit down yet!" His command made me smirk this time. "Come to the front of your desk Princess." I sauntered over to the front of my desk, and leaned on the edge. I noticed his eyes had changed color, an indicator that he was very turned on. He walked over to me placing his hands on my shoulders looking me right in the eyes. "If it were up to me I'd take you home right now and do all the terrible things to you that you always beg me for." I bit my lip and started spreading my legs a little, letting him know I was very receptive to the idea. "However, you have work to do, and I believe you have a meeting with your boss." I flipped my mind from dirty slut to professional very quickly reminded that I was still at work. "You are correct Sir. But maybe I can get out early, reschedule my meeting." He moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Don't be a bad girl and skip out on work, that would take all the fun out of it." He backed away from me still smirking as if he had a joke I wasn't in on. He pulled a small bullet shaped object out of his pocket and licked his lips. "Do you know what this is Princess?" I laughed, "I looks like a small vibrator." "Looks can be very deceiving you know. Its a new toy I wanted to try on you. All you have to do is..." Looking around the room to make sure we were alone, he slipped his hand up my skirt and slid my panties to the side. I gasped and blushed hoping no one would walk in on us, but I was also getting wet at the idea. I felt him part my lips and I heard him slightly moan at the wetness that awaited him, "push it inside you and hold it there." He slowly removed his hands from my skirt and licked his finger that had been inside me. "So...it's like a ben wa ball?" I asked trying to gain my composure. "Sure Princess, that's a good way to explain it. But now listen to me very, very carefully. You are not to remove that, if you do I will know and trust me you won't like the punishment I have for you if that happens. Do I make myself clear?" I swallowed hard and slowly nodded my head. He took out his phone and smiled, "it looks like I need to go, remember Gabriella, don't you dare touch it!" I knew not to mess with him when he used my name. "I promise I won't touch it Sir, it will still be there when I get home tonight." He brushed some hair out of my face and kissed my forehead, "That's my good girl!" He smiled at me one last time before he walked out of my office leaving the door open. As I stood up I realized there wasn't any chance of ignoring the bullet inside me, or the wetness that was growing in my panties. Every step I took to sit behind my desk felt very pleasurable and I was sure I was going to cum. Luckily I was able to stay at my desk for a good part of the afternoon. Slowly 3:30 rolled around and it was time for my meeting with my boss. As I got up to walk to his office I felt the bullet hitting me in the right place. There was no way I could walk to his office without getting an orgasm. "I have to take it out," I thought as I contemplated how I would get down the hallway. Then I remembered how serious Patrick was and the fact that he called me by my name and not "Princess". I took a deep breath and centered myself as I walked slowly to my bosses office. Feeling the heat rise in my body, knowing I was on the edge of orgasm, I had to stop a few times to compose myself. Finally I made it to my bosses office without incident, I had never been so happy to sit down in my life. I pulled out the budget reports to get the meeting started when I felt a slight buzz coming from inside me. It only lasted a second but it was long enough to make me pause. Chalking it up to me rubbing the chair or imagining it, I continued to present the reports to my boss. It wasn't too long until I felt another buzz, this time longer and more intense. I paused in shock. "Gabriella, are you okay?" I laughed nervously, "Yes Mr. Kline, I'm okay, I just thought I heard someone calling my name outside in the hallway." Another more intense buzz happened and I jumped out of my seat. "Oh my god, I thought I felt a bug on me," again I laughed nervously. I didn't understand what was going on, but I knew I definitely was not imagining it. Everything was calm for about five minutes, and I assumed whatever happened was maybe just a fluke like static electricity. Then I felt the buzzing start again low and slow. I swallowed hard as I felt the intensity slowly increasing, I closed my eyes as I finally realized what was happening. Patrick didn't give me a ben wa ball, he gave me a remote controlled vibrator! It all made sense about why he looked at his phone and smiled before he left my office. He wanted to make sure it was connected to his phone. I could just see him sitting at his office or maybe at home just playing with the app on his phone and laughing. He knew exactly when my meeting was with my boss, and he knew there was no way I'd let anything stop me from being professional. As the buzzing intensified once more, I could feel my heart racing, sweat rolling down the back of my neck, and my face growing red. Then he changed the pulse settings. I started cursing him out in my mind, while trying to focus on my reports. Mr. Kline looked up at me, "Gabriella, are you sure you're okay? You're awfully red and sweaty do I need to call someone?" I shook my head very quickly, "No Mr. Kline, I'm alright, I think it may have just been something I ate." The pulsating turned to a wave and I felt myself close to the edge. Taking deep breaths and trying to center myself I slipped and let out a slight moan. Mr. Kline looked at me again. "I'm sorry, it's just a little stomach cramp I'm sure." "Gabriella, I've never seen you like this, maybe you should go home. You don't look well at all." The vibrator stopped. "No, I'm okay." I let out a huge sigh, "Lets just quickly go over the last few pages and then I'll go home. I just really want to get this information presented to you before the board meeting next week." The rest of the presentation almost went off without a hitch, until the last page. Patrick started the vibrator again on the highest setting, then changed it to random pulses. Mr. Kline was giving me his feedback and I was trying so hard to focus, but the pleasure between my legs was slowly gaining ground. I felt the wetness seeping out of my panties onto my skirt and I hoped I wasn't going to leave any trace of it behind. The intensity built up in my body and all of a sudden I felt my pussy explode. Letting out a slight grunt I shifted in my seat, but Patrick wasn't turning it off. I dug my nails into the armrest of my chair and shifted again. "You know, Gabriella, you've been a trooper, I know you aren't feeling well and I appreciate all the work you've done." "Mmhmm," was all I could get out as I felt myself orgasm for a second time. "Here's what I'm going to do, I'll take this home over the weekend, make notes and email them to you, how does that sound?" I knew my face wasn't hiding the frustration I was feeling as I came for a third time, "That sounds great Mr. Kline" "You really are a great asset to this company, I don't know what we would do without out." "Thank you sir" I jumped up from my seat and ran to my office where I slammed the door behind me. Just in time, my legs were shaking and I could feel my wetness running down them. I collapsed on the floor and let myself get lost in another two orgasms, covering my mouth so no one would hear me. Finally Patrick decided he had enough and turned it off. I stared up at my office ceiling catching my breath and gathering my thoughts. Slowly I made my way to my desk, sat down and pulled out my phone to call Patrick. "Oh Hey Princess, how was your meeting? Anything interesting arise?" "You are SUCH an asshole!" He broke out into a fit of laughter, "Now Princess, is that any way to talk to me? What have I done?" The fact that he was acting so innocent made me more angry. "You know very well what you did! You could've gotten me fired!" He kept laughing and there was nothing I could do but wait for him to calm down. "You wouldn't have gotten fired because I know you. And I know that you are so very good at pretending everything is okay when you've got something going on between your legs. Remember that dinner party a while back?" "Patrick! This isn't funny!" "Tisk tisk tisk, you need to watch your tone! Remember I did say I would know if you removed it, and I'm so very delighted that you kept your promise to me. You are such a good girl! Tell me, how many times did you come for me?" "Five" I said giving in to his game. "Wow! Look at you Princess! That is amazing, I am so proud of you! What would you say if I gave you another five when you get home?" "If that's what you want to do to me Sir, I will gladly accept it." "That's not the only thing I'm going to do to you. I hope you've been drinking your water today, because I'm not going easy on you tonight." It had been days since I’d done anything other than sleep, lay in bed, or eat all the junk food in my house. I was tired of pretending that everything was okay, I was tired of acting to keep other people around me comfortable so they wouldn’t worry about me. Other than daily obligatory calls I needed to make to my family, I kept to myself waiting for this depressive feeling to pass.
One day as I was laying in bed, I zoned out just thinking about absolutely nothing, feeling absolutely nothing, when there was a knock at my door. Startled, I jumped out of bed and peered down the hallway to my front door, where I saw a tall figure standing outside my door. I turned to go back into my bedroom as I tried to ignore the door. “Shannon, it’s me Brent” I heard him shout from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to psych myself up to answer the door. Slowly I walked towards the door practicing my best fake smile and telling myself I only needed to act for just a few minutes before I could go back to sulking in my room. Opening the door I saw his smiling face and him holding a bag of food from my favorite restaurant. I smiled a big fake smile and welcomed him into my home. “I haven’t heard from you in a few days and you haven’t returned any of my calls or texts. I just wanted to pop by with some food to see if you’re alright.” He said taking off his coat. “I’m perfectly fine, I’ve just been busy,” I lied smiling and acting like the happy Shannon everyone expected. He looked me up and down, smiled, and made his way into my kitchen. I followed him as he got some plates, silverware, and napkins. He stopped for a moment to look at some of the empty boxes and wrappers I had left on the counter and dirty dishes I had left in the sink. He turned to look at me as he took the food out of the bag, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Again I smiled my biggest fake smile and nodded my head. Inside I honestly wanted to ask him to just leave, to let me go back to my bedroom, slip under my blankets and lay in bed until I felt “human” again. He set the plates of food down on the table and pulled out the chair for me. “What do you want to drink?” I shook my head and looked down at the food. He went to my favorite Chinese place and got me sesame chicken with fried rice and crab cheese wontons. Just before he sat down across from me, he set a glass of ice water next to my plate. “Just in case you get thirsty.” I slightly giggled in a way that thanked him. I picked up a fork and started pushing the food around my plate. It was my favorite, but it didn’t seem appetizing at the moment. Brent started shoving food in his face and smiled at me. “You should eat before it gets cold.” I gave a half hearted smile and took a bite of chicken, and went back to focusing on my food. “Shannon, I know you’re not okay. Talk to me, what’s going on with you?” I smiled and shook my head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, see I’m smiling, I’m okay.” Brent cleared his throat and set down his silverware. “I know you’re not okay, you can stop pretending.” I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled. As I slowly let it out I felt Brent touching my hand, “Seriously you can talk to me.” “I’m just going through some stuff right now, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. I’ll be okay in a few days. Besides if I talked to you it would just be me complaining, and that's not something I would subject you to.” I pulled my hand away from his and folded my arms to hold myself. My anxiety was shooting through the roof, and I didn’t want to be asked anymore questions, or say anything else. “Shannon, it’s not complaining, everyone needs to vent once in a while.” “It’s just not a good time of year for me. I hate the holidays, I’ve spent them alone ever since my parents died. I’m going through some medical stuff, and I’m having issues with an ex boyfriend. See just thingsI need to deal with on my own.`` An awkward silence grew between us causing my anxiousness to grow. I was on the verge of asking him to leave when his voice, soothing and calm, broke the silence. “I’m always here for you to talk to about your parents, and your medical issues. I don’t know what advice I can give you on your past relationships, but I am here.” “Thank you, Brent. I’ll keep that in mind.” I instantly regretted the comment, it came out cold and distant as if I didn’t appreciate his offer. The truth was, I appreciated it more than I could’ve ever expressed, but the thought crossed my mind that he was just being nice. I was raised to believe that no one really cared about my problems, and it’s always better for me to listen to others than to burden them with my feelings or issues. Maybe it was selfish of me or maybe it was due to opening up to the wrong people in the past, but I secretly wished Brent would see past whatever wall I was hiding behind and push me to open up. I wanted him to reassure me, to help me feel safe in talking about my feelings with him. However, I knew this is how I pushed people away, and I feared Brent would see it as others had, me being stubborn, frustrating and closed off. “You can trust and confide in me Shannon, I’m just a guy. No ulterior motives, no tricks, no judgement. Please talk to me.” “It’s just that… I mean I feel like…” I couldn’t find the words to start a meaningful conversation as I fought back tears in my eyes. “I’m really not your responsibility. And I’m sorry I don’t mean to come off as cold or ungrateful for your offer. I’m just used to dealing with everything on my own.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek followed by a flood of tears. Brent moved to the chair next to me and took me in his arms holding me close to his chest. After the year I had, feeling more alone than ever, and feeling tired of being strong, this one simple act made me feel safe, even if it was temporary. As my tears stained his shirt, I felt months, maybe years of pent up emotions escaping and my tense body relaxing into him. After a few minutes I pulled away from him, wiping my eyes and blowing my nose with the napkin on the table. Brent didn’t say anything, he just stood up from the table and walked out of the kitchen. I felt a pain in my heart thinking I’d pushed him away. Then I heard my shower turn on. He came back into the kitchen holding my robe and a towel and led me into the bathroom. The shower was warm and I quickly realized the thought of taking a shower hadn’t crossed my mind for a few days. “Take a nice long shower it’ll make you feel better.” He turned and shut the door behind him. As soon as the water hit my face I forgot about everything else. The warm water felt so welcoming, so comforting, and I hadn’t a care in the world. To make it even better I used my expensive rose scented shampoo, and a vanilla body wash, which instantly filled the bathroom with their wonderful aromas. When I finished my shower, I dried myself off, put on my robe and walked towards my kitchen. I wasn’t sure if Brent was still there, or if he had quietly slipped out while I was occupied. Stepping into the kitchen I saw him putting dishes in the dishwasher and wiping down the counter. “Thank you for doing that,” I said in a quiet voice. He turned around and smiled at me, “How was your shower?” I smiled a genuine smile and nodded my head indicating that it was good. Brent walked over to me with a glass of water and motioned for me to step back into the hall. He led me to my bedroom and sat me on my bed. “You need to drink this, it’ll help you avoid the headache caused by crying.” I did as he said, feeling the cold water make its way down my throat into, what I was just realizing, my empty stomach. He smiled at me taking the glass from my hand and setting it on my nightstand. “Now lay down,” he said pulling my blankets up so I could get under them. I snuggled into my bed and pulled the covers up to my neck. Brent went to the other side of the bed and laid down next to me, once again holding me in his arms. I felt tears starting to build up in my eyes again, and wiped them on the sleeve of my robe. “You didn’t have to do any of this, but thank you. I’m usually the one who takes care of other people, not the one who is taken care of.” “I know, but you don’t have to do everything on your own. Like I said I’m here for you.” I melted into his arms and for the first time in a long time I quickly fell asleep, feeling safe. I rushed through the door to see her sitting on the couch, dressed up and ready for our date. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing my favorite black dress, with her hair and makeup perfectly done.
Her sweet smile lit up the room making me feel even worse for making her wait. "I'm so sorry I'm late Princess," I said sitting my brief case down, "My boss wanted me to complete a project before I left and I didn't realize how long it would take me." "It's quite alright" she giggled as she stood up. I loved her giggle, but I found it odd she would laugh at me being late. "What's so funny?" "It's just hard for me to believe you have a boss," she said walking towards the door to grab her coat. I stopped her as she reached for it, and looked her in the eyes, "What do you mean? You don't believe I was working late?" "Not at all, I know you were working late. It's just hard for me to believe that YOU, have a boss." "Explain!" I commanded using a stern voice, "Sir, all I meant was it's hard for me to picture someone telling you what to do. I see you as the boss, at least you're my boss." I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh "Princess, you really think I'm the boss around here?" She looked down at her feet and with a sweet little voice said "Yes, Sir. You are." I lifted her head up with my fingers under her chin. She looked at me with her sweet "forgive me Sir" eyes and I wanted to melt. "Let's discuss this. Who has the power in this relationship? You, not me. I may tell you what to do, how to do it, and punish you from time to time, but I am not the boss, or the one in control. "You allow me to dominate you. You dictate how I can touch you, when I can touch you, and when you want me to stop. We agreed on limits and we both signed a contract that allows me to do what I want within your limits." I moved closer to her forcing her up against the wall with her hands over her head. She let out a slight surprised moan, and began to blush. With my free hand I lifted up her skirt and moved my hand down her panties rubbing her clit. "You allow me to own you, to own this sweet pussy. To deny it release, or to cause it to cum on demand." She moaned louder and her legs started to shake as I moved my fingers inside her hitting g-spot. "Sir..." she said breathlessly as he looked me in the eyes begging without words. "You want me to allow you to cum, Princess?" She nodded her head, and I kissed her neck. "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't" She starting moaning in her flustered frustrated way that always made me smile. "Tell me who is the boss." "I... am... Sir" I moved my fingers faster as she was begging me to let her cum. "Now be a good girl for me and cum on my fingers!" I felt her convulse on my fingers as I grabbed her and kissed her hard to muffle her moans. She almost collapsed to the floor, but quickly caught herself. She looked me in the eyes as I pulled away from her, slowly pulling my fingers out of her. Quickly she grabbed my hand putting my fingers in her mouth sucking them clean. "You are a very good girl, Princess. But I wanted to taste you." I leaned in closer to her making sure she understood my disappointment. "I'm sorry Sir," she said giggling. "I guess that means I'm going to have to taste you later, when you'll be at my mercy." "We're going to be late for our reservations. We should get going Sir." As she turned to head towards the door I smacked her on the ass, "Whatever you say boss!" |