Natalie Vs. Prince

It's like when you're blindfolded and tied up, and you don't know where your lover is going to get at you next. Are they gonna lick your nipples or put a finger inside of your pussy and wiggle it against your G-spot?

Just not knowing where the next stimulation is going to come from is enough to heighten your senses.

That's if you're blindfolded.

Now imagine having to carry on about your day with a bullet nestled right on your clit, knowing that it could start vibrating and sending sharp, shooting waves of pleasure across your body at any time.

Imagine having to go on about your day not knowing when that's going to happen.

Imagine being powerless to stop it and knowing that when the pleasure goes through you is dependent on the whims of a dominant alpha male who literally holds the key to your pussy in his pocket.

He literally has the power to make me cum with one push of a button.

I dunno, hun. Just working and living under this whole "I can get a pleasure shock anytime, even as I make these photocopies" is enough to leave me sopping wet pretty much throughout the day.

I mean, this is the most turned on I've ever been.

Connor doesn't even have to push the button it seems like. Just knowing that he can is enough to make me hyper sensitive to everything and I swear it would probably only take a light breeze or someone to blow on my clit gently and I'd be done for. I'm so keyed up and so wound into knots waiting for the first jolt that when it does come I'll probably just explode.

I swear, that's what it feels like, okay?

There are moments when I feel like Connor is just going to give up and start pushing the button.

Let's see...like the time I walked into the conference room.

I gotta admit, he looked so good in his dark suit as he looked at me that I almost wished he would start pushing the button.

But, no. That would probs be a very bad idea.

One, George would have perked his head and said something like, "Did anyone hear that?" as the bullet buzzed inside of me.

Of course my eyes would probably be rolled up into my head and I wouldn't be able to answer so he would look at me and say, "Natalie, are you okay?"

I would be so wet that I'd probably start dripping. George, the clueless manager would think I spilled something. "Natalie, looks like you spilled some soda," he'd say.

Oh my God.

He'd probably even smell me.

He'd start sniffing. "What is that smell?" he'd say and start going sniff sniff all the way around the room and start sniffing at my crotch like some dog.

OMG. No, it's a good thing Connor did nothing in the conference room.

But when I go to leave the conference room after my presentation, and he holds my arms and says, "I told you that you could trust me, love. Like I said, I didn't do anything while you were on the clock."

I tremble and I'm ready to turn around and kiss him right there.

This man has so much power.

He has raw power, which he wields so beautifully.

He has the power to make me cum right now in the palm of his hand.

Most men would be so enamored of that power that they would be using it routinely.

But for Connor, the game is much more psychological. He wants me to revel in the fact that he has the power to do what he wants, not revel in the fact that he truly is doing whatever he wants.

It's all I can do to not tremble and fall. I want him so badly. It's so hard to stay standing away from him. It's so insane that I can't just bend over and let him stick his cock inside of me.