Executive Engagement

Before I have time to ruminate any further, he’s pulling me towards the edge of the bed, sliding my legs open. I feel utterly exposed, and yet I’m craving him to consume me, to fill me up with his darkness.

He kisses my inner thighs lightly, and then I feel it: his tongue probing along my heat, forcing my clit out of hiding.

I breathe deeply and try to keep up with what he’s doing down there, but the spasms begin all too quickly, and soon I find myself in another world.

“No, Paul, fuck, it’s too soon,” I say, pulling at his hair.

Like I said, my world just shatters, and it’s so fucking worth it. Game or no game, this moment is mine.

“Yes, baby. You came so quickly like a nice little fucking slut.”

His words turn me on more than I care to admit, and I find myself giving in to him in every way.

I watch him take a step back, and then to my delight, I see him slipping out of his pants and there’s that beautiful, huge fucking cock that I crave.

He strokes it and looks at me, spread out on the bed.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, licking my lips.

I watch him, not daring to move a muscle. I can’t believe this man—the guy I’ve been window-stalking for the past couple weeks—is here doing this to me, doing this for me.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. A flush of hot desire spreads across my body, and there’s only one way to cool down: him.

But then instead of entering me, instead of climbing on top and sinking his thick muscle deep into my soaking pussy, he does the unexpected.

He turns to a panel in the wall and opens a secret door. It’s lit perfectly, and I see all manner of…toys.

He has a glow in his eyes as he checks my reaction. There are whips and chains,

handcuffs and blindfolds, and things that I’ve never seen before...like clamps and stuff.

“Shall we get started?”

My senses are heightened, on high-alert. I’m not sure if this is right or wrong or somewhere in between. The only thing I do know is that there’s this fierce arousal threatening to overtake me if I don’t get him between my legs soon.

Do you ever think you’ll just explode from the feeling?

I’ll do anything to be his—even this.

I had highly underestimated Paul. I figured he was just your average tall, smoking hot hunk…but this? Looking at the closet, I shudder to think what might happen to me under his control, but I invite the feeling willingly.

I don’t know what he’s planning, and I don’t know how I’ll feel later, but the thing is: I inexplicably trust him, like I’ve never trusted anyone before.

Weird, right?

In this moment, it feels like he’s always existed in my heart somewhere.

And in this moment, I can choose—to run away and to never see him again, or to give into the passion and desire and to let him do what he wants with my body, mind, and soul.

I bravely choose the latter.

I choose to confront this raging fire that burns so bright for him.

I’ll walk through the flames and become a fucking phoenix, free at last.

He’s my undoing and my rebirth all at the same time.