His Every Desire

He looked shocked, and began to struggle against his bonds a little. "Hey, if this your idea of foreplay, then you're pretty weird."

She ignored him. "What I see is a helpless billionaire, tied to a bed, not in control at all. Just like he's a helpless billionaire, tied to a company, not in control at all."

He struggled more. "Look, Tracy, I think we've had a misunderstanding. Untie me and I'll take you back home. We'll forget this ever happened."

She felt like she might be losing control of the situation. She got to the foot of the bed, and touched his foot lightly. He relaxed a little bit.

"I think I know what you want, but I want to hear it from you," she said.

He looked flabbergasted. "What do you think I want? Why do you think I brought you to my bedroom?"

She got up on the bed, moving her hands up his legs. "What do you want?" she asked again.

He blinked, as if he couldn't believe he was being asked the question. "I want to fuck you, Tracy." He started to sound a little frantic.

She frowned and grabbed his legs hard. "You want to please me?"

He smiled and looked up at the ceiling, thinking that he finally caught on to the game. "Yes!" he said, sighing as he did so. He was starting to get worked up, unsure if he was about to be robbed, murdered, or have fantastic sex. "Yes, Tracy. Oh my god, yes, I could eat your pussy for days. I just want to please you."

"Really? Because I don't think you can please me," she said.

He got real quiet. Something inside of him had stirred, maybe déjà vu. He remembered the dream, she could tell. Suddenly the bulge in his pants grew in size, turned on by this woman in charge of him.

"That's right. I've known what you wanted all along," she said, and unzipped his pants. He moaned a little as his cock sprang free from his pants. His cock was long and thick, and Tracy was sure that he was used to giving women the ride of their lives. It explained quite a bit of his confidence, she thought. She began to get wet just thinking about lowering herself onto that beautiful cock, but she forced herself to snap out of it.

"What do you want?" she asked again.

That cocky grin was back. "I want to please you," he said. His voice was very serious.

"You'll never please me," she said, surprised that she had managed to get that line out as confidently as she had. The grin once again faded from Mr. Hayes' face. She grabbed onto his cock, holding it like she had in the dream. She didn't squeeze quite as hard as Dream Tracy had, but she was firm. He began to thrust into her hand, but she didn't do anything resembling a hand job to him.

"What do you want?" she asked once more.

"Oh God, Tracy, I want to fuck you. I want to please you. I'll do anything. Tell me what it is and I'll do it. Just let me do it."

She let go of his dick, and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His cock thrust in the air, questing, trying to get to her still clothed pussy. A few times, it brushed against her panties, and she wanted to gasp, but she knew she had to remain in control. With her hands on his chest, she said, "That's not what you want. I know what you want, and it's not for you to take over from here." She paused for effect, then asked him the question again. "What do you want?"

"I want you to take control," he said, shifting back and forth. His dick felt ready to explode, so hard behind her pussy and ass.

"You want me to take control of... what?" she said, leading him to what she wanted him to say, what she knew he wanted to say.

"I want you to take control of me!" he yelled.

"Good," she said, her pussy leaning up against his cock now. Only that last little bit of fabric was stopping him. She could have sex with him now, get plowed for her own release, and it might still fit with her plan. No...

She got up. He writhed on the bed, half in ecstasy, half in agony. She walked over to where she had taken off her waitress pants and pulled a paper out of the pocket.

"You said the other day that you could help me with my medical bills," she said, completely business-like.

He looked shocked. "You want to talk about this now!? Trust me, we can take care of this later."

She ignored him. "You mentioned some friends with the Chamber of Commerce, and other doctor friends. I don't care how you take care of this. I don't care if you pay it out of pocket, but you're going to take care of it."

He smiled, an uneasy smile. "Yes, yes, the bill will be paid. If that's what you want, if that's your price, you've got it. Money is no object. Now, can you come back into bed?"

She continued, "When this is taken care of, you'll come to the restaurant again. Then..." she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, like she was getting turned on. "Well, then you'll see how I treat people who begin to please me."

He was in shock. "I'll call them right now, just untie me. Please!"