Sweetest Mistress (Fem Dom 1)

Chapter Four

Three hours later I hadn’t come up with the answer.

Having taken the edge off, I was able to get some work done. I plowed through the accounts I should have taken care of during the day, thankful for the reprieve. But when it grew dark and quiet outside my office, the thoughts returned. I thought and thought until I was both erect and sick to my stomach – not a pleasant combination.

I got in my car at nine o’clock, fully intending to drive home. But instead I found myself driving toward Melissa’s place. Bad car, very bad.

I wasn’t

sure what I expected to find. I hadn’t liked the way we’d left things. I wasn’t sure of where I stood with her, wasn’t even sure of where I wanted to stand with her. I just had to see her.

I knocked on the door, feeling like an idiot. Answer, answer, my dick chanted. Also, please don’t be with another man, my mind chimed in.

She opened the door wearing glossy short shorts and a pink tank top – with nothing under it, that much was obvious. Her face was fresh and her hair was wet. I thought it was safe to say she wasn’t with another man…either that or they’d been busy.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

Her mouth was a perfect O of surprise. Those lips didn’t have the ruby red of before, just a natural pink that matched her top, but they were even more beautiful this way. “Of course. Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I said. “Not really. I’m just trying to figure this out and I need you to clue me in. What are we doing here?”

“Well, I was about to do my nails, but if you want, we can –”

“No, not that. I mean, yes, I do want. But that’s not what I meant. What’s going on with us? Are we going out?”

“Sure, if you want to.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why is it so easy with you?”

She laughed, and I realized just how young she looked without all that make up. It made me uneasy even as it turned me on. I couldn’t trust this, couldn’t trust her.

“You think too much, Wyle. We’re just having a good time. And no, I don’t plan on seeing anyone else while I’m seeing you, so…that’s that.”

“That’s that,” I repeated.

She looked down at the bulge in my pants and then cocked her head to the side, like a bird. “Have you been having naughty thoughts again?” she asked.

She was right. I thought too much. Time to take what I was offered, what I wanted.

“Absolutely,” I said, reaching for my fly right there in her foyer.

“No, no,” she said.

Stupid, I berated myself. Of course I had to wait for her instructions.

“You’re going to be leaving your clothes on for a little bit,” she said. “Follow me.”

Through the living room we went, and down the hall into her bedroom. With business-like movements, she stripped off those shiny little shorts and the thin fabric of her tank to reveal her naked body. Still with that after-shower glow.

She sat on the bed and spread her legs. My eyes zoned in on her bare pussy, the pink lips already unfurling.

“Good. You already know what to do.” The praise in her voice warmed me.

I did know. I kneeled in front of her and touched my tongue to her pussy.

“Hands behind your back,” she murmured.

I clasped them behind me, and then put my tongue in her pussy. Right up the middle, and then down the side of her pussy. Up again on the other side and I sucked on one of her folds. I worked my way up to her clit, but her hand on top of my head stopped me. I got the message, stay below. So I did, licking and sucking her pussy as it got slicker, fuller.