Sweetest Mistress (Fem Dom 1)

I clasped them tight, determined to keep them there. And then she did the very best thing. Propping up her ass on pillows, she sat back down on the bed. But instead of ordering me to kneel, she guided my cock inside her.

I stood between her open legs, fucking her. Or getting fucked, really. Because even though I was inside her, the immobility of my arms and the subservience of my position was that I was taking it.

“Go ahead. Move. Get off, if you can,” she taunted.

I thrust as hard and as deep as I could, knowing I would burst at any moment. I couldn’t get the right depth, the ri

ght rhythm, with my hands behind my back, but I didn’t move them. Even as they burned from the position, begging to move, I thought I’d keep them there forever, so long as I could keep doing this.

“Good boy,” she crooned. “Get it while you can. I might change my mind.”

Her pussy was warm and so fucking slippery from her orgasm. There was nothing better than fucking a hot, aroused woman. But it was better with her teasing me, with her controlling me.

I came with my eyes shut tight and my mouth opened, halfway between a scream and a gasp. My hips pumped into her endlessly, dragging my orgasm on and on.

I barely kept my head enough not to collapse onto her. But my legs shook with the effort of holding me upright, and I wasn’t so sure I wasn’t leaning on her anyway.

It was okay, though, because we were done playing that game. Or maybe this was just part of it – the benevolent dictator. The sweet Mistress. She wrapped her arms around me and brought me onto the bed. My hands became unclasped and wrapped around her, too, but she didn’t chastise me. We just breathed on the bed, letting it be.

Let go, my drugged and drowsy body said, you can stay here forever.

What the hell did that mean – forever? I’d just gotten out of a relationship that was supposed to be a lifetime. The sex was one thing. But that didn’t mean a relationship and it sure as hell didn’t mean forever.

I forced my sluggish limbs to move out of the warm, cozy bed

She blinked up at me, sprawled on the bed. “Hey, handsome.”

I waited for her to ask me to stay, and I’d say no. It didn’t come. I felt disappointed even though I recognized how irrational it was.

I mumbled a good bye and possibly something about calling her as I threw on my clothes and staggered from the room. As I left her place, cold, wet air slapped me, berating me all the way to my car. The thick rain parted for my car like a heavy curtain, but I forged on. Melissa was nothing like my wife, but I couldn’t risk it.

I was comfortable in my life. A good business, a peaceful house. So, it didn’t include ragingly hot sex or even the quiet joys of companionship. But then, I’d lived without those for years, long before my marriage had dissolved.

Chapter Five

I was going insane. It had been two weeks and jerking off was getting me nowhere. Even worse, I missed her. It didn’t seem possible that I could know her so well or feel her loss so deeply when I’d only known her so little, but it was true.

She’d called me the day after I’d left, but I hadn’t answered. I listened to the message. Three times, like I was some high school girl with a crush. She’d spoken the way she had when I’d met her – nervous, bashful – saying she was glad I’d come over, that she wanted to see me again. I hadn’t called her since, hadn’t known how to deal.

Sure, I was rusty with dating, but how did you tell a girl you wanted to fuck her but not really…well, have a relationship? It’s not you, it’s me was a cliché for a reason.

After lunch, I shut the door to my office and called Melissa.

“Hello?” she answered.

Her voice was frosty. I was on her shit list, I guess, and that was only fair.

“Hi, Melissa. Sorry I didn’t call sooner, but – ”

“But what? You show up at my place uninvited, you sleep with me, and then you leave and I don’t hear from you for weeks. There’s a name for guys like that.”

“I’m sorry.” I swallowed hard then gave it to her straight. “I got a little spooked. Things were going so fast and I…well, I needed to figure this out, figure us out.”

Her voice softened. “And what did you figure out?”

“That I want to see you again. Let me take you out tonight. A proper date to make it up to you.”

“Popcorn and Twizzlers?” she asked.