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Installment #2

Installment #3

Adriana’s feet hurt as she followed him in to his hotel. What she’d been thinking as she traversed the lobby eluded her. He’d been right, back at the restaurant. Her body knew what it wanted. The ride on the elevator was damn near too much time alone in her own head. And then, with little fanfare he opened the door to his suite and ushered her in. As she swept past him, it was impossible to draw a deep breath that didn’t include man.

Her pussy throbbed with want. The man spoke and her body answered. Her head; however, wasn’t as sold. Could she trust him with her pleasure? With her body? What about her hea– Nope. Not going there.

The snick of the lock both set her on alert and caused her body to soften and heat in response. Shit. She wanted him buried deep inside her. So deep, it would be impossible to tell where she ended and he began.

Warm breath billowed across her neck as he pressed against her back. “Strip.”

Oh yeah. Her stomach flipped, nipples hardened, and the reel of their earlier encounter flipped through her mind like a dirty movie. No longer able to resist the urge to follow his command, her fingers manipulated the first fabric covered disc sewn on her blouse. With each subsequent button, she exposed her flesh to his gaze and cranked up the erotic tension between them. Moisture soaked her panties as the ache between her legs increased. When her shirt parted to reveal the red lace bra she’d slipped on hours ago, his tongue snaked out from between his lips to try and moisten his flesh. Her feminine core quivered in response.

The silky top floated to the floor behind her as her flesh rippled with goose bumps. Despite the shield of lace, her nipples tightened and pebbled until the nubs pushed against the peek-a-boo fabric.

“The skirt.” The gravely quality of his voice revealed even more than the solid rod of flesh behind his trousers.

Her hands drifted to the side hook and zipper of her skirt as though he controlled the brain synapsis that fired messages to her muscles. God, this would be a thousand times easier if that were true. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what it was like to trust a man so completely. Without hesitation. Without fear. The tube of fabric swished against her stockings as it slid down her thighs to her ankles. With a delicate, lady like movement she stepped from the puddle of material.

“Fuck you are as sexy as I imagined this afternoon.” His gaze swept over her breasts, down her torso, past the matching scrap of red at the juncture of her thighs, and down her legs to encompass the thigh-highs she adored.

Guilt flashed through her hard on the heels of lust. “Whatever this is.” She waved at him and then at herself as she spoke. “It doesn’t mean our earlier conversation is over.”

He flashed a sexy, confident smile. “Noted. Now, the bra.”

She shook her head. Tired of capitulating to his every demand, she firmly ignored how wet doing so had made her. “You’re over dressed for this party.”

He stood a short distance away and leaned against the wall. “I strongly suspect you understand how this works. Up until now you have responded exactly as I would expect any good sub, with perhaps the exception of your clothing tonight. But since we’re only really establishing the ground rules now I’m willing to let that rebellion slide. I am a dominant. I mostly reserve the full exercise of that trait to sex, although I am sure it leaks out in many aspects of my life. I am fairly certain that you are, in fact a submissive. Since you are a successful business woman, I assume you are of the sexual variety and not a full time sub. Assuming I am correct in my observations, you a) know better than to give me orders and b) would be wildly turned off if I followed said orders. So, I suggest you start considering how I might punish you because you will be disciplined for that little transgression.”

He pushed up off the wall and strolled to where she stood. Prickles of heat sizzled across her exposed skin as he drew near her, crowded her as he circled around.

“Show me those pretty tits, again.”

Her lungs fought to drag in fresh oxygen. Every submissive cell in her body clamored to get closer to the lodestone that now commanded her full attention. The demand in his words, the command in his tone, the confidence in his body stirred her lust. Resistance a moot point, she reached up and unhooked her bra in back as she tucked her work self back into the box she once used to store it. “Yes, Sir.”

Behind her, the rush of air sharply sucked in confirmed how much he liked hearing the words. The muffled sound of steps on carpet warned of his movement as he prowled around her to the front.  His pleased countenance came into view, not exactly a smiling face, but one that displayed his utter pleasure at her submission. “Have you ever presented?”

“Yes, sir.” And she assumed the position, her muscle memory a bit rusty, but eager nonetheless. Executing a hinge until her knees touched the plush fibers of the carpet, she sank until her ass lowered to her heels. Thighs burning from the exercise, she spread them nice and wide and then placed her hands on her thighs to rest palms up.

Now he smiled. “Very nicely done, pet. Thrust those lovely breasts more forward for me.”

She easily complied.

“Excellent.” He stood in front of her, his groin perfectly positioned at eye level. Then, he unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out. “You’ve had me hard as a light post all day. It’s time you did something about that.” He nudged her lips with the swollen tip of his dick. Hungry for the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth, she snaked her tongue out to brush his silken flesh. Hands still on her thighs she opened up as she licked over more of the crown. He pushed his hips forward and sank into her mouth as she opened wide. His cock was thick enough to cause her jaw to stretch nice and wide in order to take him in. He was not overly long, so as he pushed deeper his sac got closer. Finally he hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex. She swallowed convulsively and he slipped past the narrower opening of her throat which pushed his balls against her chin.  “Fuck,” he groaned the word as his hand fisted in her long hair.

No need to speak, she simply pulled back off his length until just the head sat between her lips. Inhaling a nice deep breath she reversed directions and engulfed him again. Together they found an easy rhythm that maximized his pleasure while allowing her to breath. Occasionally.  With each thrust, her pussy grew wetter and more engorged. She ached to take him deep inside where he could bring her the orgasm she so desperately needed.

“That’s it. Suck it good, pet.” He pumped, speeding up the pace.

Lost in the bliss of sucking him off she forgot her training, the rules she’d once known better than the basic principles of accounting, and her hands drifted up to his thighs. He stopped all motion while he was lodged deep in her throat.

He tapped her cheek gently with his fingers. “Hands behind your back. Grab a wrist in each hand.”

She did as he directed immediately, and was grateful when he withdrew from her throat and air rushed in. As she gripped her own wrists he returned to their pattern and plunged into her mouth over and over again. Her brain shut down, no longer poking at all the ideas it contained. As he fucked her mouth, spit dripped down her chin, and her eyes watered, but a sense of peace settled over her. She had no control over this. No need to decide when or if this would end. No need to decide how it would conclude. All she had to do was suck him off.

“Hell yeah, pet. Gonna come.” He warned her and then two strokes later his legs stiffened, a shudder ripped through him, and then warm salty fluid burst over her tongue and down her throat. She took it all, every drop she could capture as he slowed his thrusts to a more gentle pace. Then he withdrew from her mouth, dragged the head over her lips as though marking her, and stepped back. He grunted and tucked his dick back in his pants. “Well done, sweetheart.”

Pleasure burst sharp and sweet through her chest at his words of praise.

“We got a little ahead of ourselves. Please follow me.” He turned and went to the couch. After sitting down, he patted the cushion next to him. “Sit with me.”

Doubt assailed her. Should she? He had invited her, but when she had been with her previous Dom they had discovered she was far more comfortable sitting on a cushion at his feet most of the time.

“Come.” He took her hand and guided her next to him. “I want you beside me for this conversation.”

“Yes, sir.” The stuffing gave beneath her as she joined him.

“We need to discuss limits. Nothing too extensive tonight, but I want some boundaries before we go any further. Do you have any hard limits?”

“I’m no masochist, so no deep pain. Light pain for sexual pleasure is a yes. No knife play. No heavy duty breath play. I liked sucking you and the controlled breathing, but no serious deprivation, sir.”

“Good, I can work with those limits easily for tonight. If we were to play again I would want to put all of this in writing and go in to greater detail. What is your safe word?”

Heat simmered in her cheeks. “Capital.”

“Good. Use yellow  to slow things down if you need it.” He waited for her to respond. Once she had, he stood and then picked her up from the couch. He carried her to the bed and set her down. “Unfortunately, we still have a little matter of rebellion from the restaurant we need to deal with. You were directed to provide your panties and you failed.” He sat down on the bed next to her. “I owe you a spanking.”

Need spiked through her. It had been so damn long. But, she tamped down her inclination to smile and simply nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Then he reached over, pulled her across his lap, and settled her into place. One big hand rested on her back and pinned her against his thighs. The other lifted and sailed down to land on her thong bared ass with a loud crack. Heat and pain radiated out from the spot where flesh met flesh and she bucked.

“Hold still, pet.” His warm rich voice rolled through her and soothed the need to escape.

The next blow landed and the pain dulled as the warmth intensified. With each successive swat her ass increasingly thrust up to meet the sweet sting of pleasure. Her pussy ached with a fierceness she had never experienced. The man beneath her, above her, all around her stirred so many desired and emotions she had lost all sense of direction.

Her personal compass spun as though surrounded by too many magnetic fields.

With each blow she scrabbled up the mountain until she stood upon the summit and surveyed her world. As she plummeted off the cliff, her orgasm ripped through her and pleasure burst all around. The electricity from his last spank fired her body into the stratosphere as he shoved two thick fingers deep into her pussy. He stroked in and out of her spasming channel and triggered another series of blissful bursts.

As she floated down from the high of release, she realized why her life had seemed so lack luster. Without a Dom in her life she was lost. But, was this man the right Dom for her? Could she make a relationship work with the enemy? Did he even want more with her?

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