Good Pet

Instead of looking shocked, Melissa looks pleased. “Take me any way you like, sir,” she whispers breathlessly.

Excited, I tell her, “Onto the couch and turn around.”

Eagerly she does as I order, climbing onto the couch and pivoting herself so that she’s propped over one of the armrests. With nothing else close by, I grab her discarded slacks. They are soft enough for my purposes. I wind the fabric around her wrists. I do so slowly, intent on enticing her, though I doubt I need to do much of that.

As I pull the slacks tight, binding her wrists, she says, “I’ve never done anything like this before, Tommy, but I’d be happy to be your pet.” She blushes more deeply, spreading her legs wide for me. “You’re the only guy I would want to take me this way.”

“Good.” My tone is caught between soft and commanding. And it’s not surprising. I’m caught between acting the part of the “boss” — the one who’s in control and in command — and the boyfriend, the one who’s ready and willing to do anything this wonderful woman asks.

Some girls might be turned off by this. Especially when going out with someone from the office who outranks them. Those kinds of girls would probably stop the date right now, disgusted that I’m even tying her up. But not Melissa.

She just shifts her position on the couch, and bucks her hips, begging me to take her. As she does, I grab my wallet and pull out a condom. I open it with my teeth, take out the condom, and slide it onto my rock hard rod. Seeing Melissa tied up and waiting for me is a dream come true. My dick is ready for her. It’s aching to be inside of her.

“I like my boss being my boss in the bedroom.” The way she says this, it’s full of lust and excitement. “What a generous and kind offer! My boss, a man who could have anything he asks for, take any woman as his own, he offers himself up to me!” As Melissa speaks, I can hear her grunting softly with desire. “My boss is the most generous there is, and I will be happy to take him up on his offer for a hard fuck.” As she says this, she bucks her hips at me. She holds her legs further apart than before so I can climb up onto the couch between them.

Her pussy is so wet for me. All I care about is feeling it wrapped around my thick, curvy cock, and fucking her hard as her hands are tied. My cock twitches, jumping up slightly, in anticipation of what it’s been hungering for since I first saw her: rough, hot sex.

As Melissa begins to back into me and her pussy rubs over my dick, her juices wipe onto my cock and down onto my balls. I really start to tremble. My body jumps and shakes, realizing how close I am now. No more than a few seconds until I take her, and I get my first real taste of her pussy.

“Are you sure you want this, pet?” I ask Melissa, my voice soft yet hungry. “Do you really want me to take you in your pussy like I’m the one who’s the boss of you?”

She moans, massaging more of her slit over the length of my hard cock. My cockhead bumps into her clit repeatedly.

“Are you sure you want me to dominate you? Make you mine, even though we work together?”

I savor the feeling of her lower lips rubbing on me. I’m thirsting for her to the point where my dick is swelling with cum, but I don’t want to cum too soon. I want this moment to last.

“Yes,” she murmurs, “I want you to dominate me. Take me as your own, Tommy.”

I let out a shaking breath, sliding my cock along her warm, wet pussy. It feels so good, I need to hold back.

“And I will never let you go, pet.”

Chapter Forty-Seven

Melissa

He wants me. He says he will never let me go. Me! This is what I always wanted, but never gave myself the chance to hope for! Until now! Even though I am under Tommy and feeling his huge, thick cock tease my clit, my mind’s a buzz with what Tommy’s just let slip — that he wants to keep me like this. That’s the promise he’s just made.

Just that thought alone makes my pussy wetter and more sensitive, though it’s empty and aching to be filled. I move back and forth over his hard cock feeling all the more turned on by the fact that my hands are bound. I love the submissive feeling.

Dennis never tied me up. He was always turned off by the very idea. He told me if I ever was tied up, it was just an excuse for me to be lazy, and he would only do it if he were drunk or drugged out of his mind. That he would never willingly submit to such games, not even if it was for me. But not Tommy. He’s comfortable with dominating me. He is taking control, even though it is new to him.