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“Here’s what I want,” he said. “As soon as I open the door I want you to drop to your knees...
It was five to eight - he had been quite clear about the fact that she was to knock on his door at exactly eight o’clock, so there she was, waiting in the hall outside his apartment and checking the time constantly, nervously watching the minutes tick by. She hoped that none of his neighbors would find her there, hesitating outside his door in black Christian Louboutin heels and a black Prada trenchcoat. As instructed she was also wearing the thick black leather collar he had given her which could just be seen poking out over the coat. Now that she had removed the scarf she had worn for the cab ride, the silver d-ring in the center of the collar shone in the hallway light.

She liked the way that he was so specific. That he scripted their encounters with precision. Buying the clothes, setting the scene. She liked the way that he took control of those details. Of all the details of their sex life.

In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintaining control over these encounters, he allowed her the freedom to be herself. To allow herself to be controlled, to be told what to do. She trusted him completely and he was the perfect combination of gentleman and dominant, a man that knew exactly when to push the boundaries and when to reassure and comfort.

It was eight. She took a deep breath and knocked. He opened the door dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark navy trousers. As she looked up at him, she felt the spreading warmth inside of her that came from seeing the hunger in his eyes. As he looked at her, checking to make sure that she had followed instructions, she demurely lowered her gaze. He stepped aside for her to enter and closed the door behind her.

She slowly dropped to her knees. All the while staring down at the floor.

He hooked his finger into the ring on her collar and lifted her head so that he could see her face. As she felt the tug of the collar, she felt a wave of relief flow through her. Here she was, once again in the control of this beautiful, intelligent, sexy man. Nothing to worry about, no phone calls to make or emails to reply to. All that she had to focus on was doing what she was told, and should she deviate from her instructions, she knew that he would be there to set her on the right path. Bliss.

He leaned down to her and whispered “take off your coat” into her ear. She undid the buttons, while he held her face upright with his hand under her chin. Still on her knees, she slid the coat down her shoulders and off one arm then the other, revealing thick black leather wrist-cuffs that each had a silver d-ring matching the one on her collar, with a silver clip on the right cuff that could be used to join them together. Other than the collar, the cuffs and her shoes, she was completely naked and her pert breasts and taught nipples moved ever so slightly with each breath she took.

Looking down at her, he smiled. “Good girl.”

Pulling the ring in the collar up a little more, he moved her face towards his crotch. She opened her mouth reflexively and could feel the saliva start to pool beside her tongue. His cock could be seen straining against the confines of his trousers and he pushed the side of her face right up against the bulge. With his strong hand cupping the back of her neck, he rubbed her face against him. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” She nodded, knowing that she was forbidden to speak unless told to do so. “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” She opened her mouth wider to show that that was exactly what she wanted. What she needed. Still holding the back of her head and pushing her face into his crotch, he undid the button on his trousers and slowly lowered the zipper. She looked up into his eyes. He reached in and pulled his cock free of its cage, but wouldn’t let her wrap her lips around it yet. “Oh no, not yet,” he said “you’re going to have to work for this a little.” He stood back and stripped off his trousers and his shirt, walking into the apartment to hang both on the back of a chair.

“Crawl over here.”

She complied, relishing the feeling of his eyes on her. Watching as her breasts and hips swayed as she slowly approached him. His cock was standing straight out and she longer for it. Once again kneeling in front of him, inches away from his erection, she almost said “please” she wanted it so badly. But she knew that to speak would only prolong her torment, so she just opened her mouth and closed her eyes. He caressed the side of her cheek, and encircled her face with both of his hands. When his fingers met at the back of her head, she felt them tighten in her hair. She opened her mouth wider. “Good girl,” he said, “keep your mouth open.” She felt the head of his cock slowly tease itself against her lips. The urge to close her mouth around it was almost overpowering. Guiding her head with his hands buried in her hair, he moved his cock in and out of her mouth, rubbing it against her lips, her cheeks, her chin. It would catch in the side of her mouth and pop out, slapping softly against the side of her face. Oh god how she wanted to suck him. Drool dripped out of her mouth, landing on the bare floor between her knees.

She felt his hands tighten in her hair. “Now,” he said. And as she closed her mouth around his cock, he began to thrust it deep down her throat. Between his hands and his cock, her mouth was completely in his control and she felt his tremendous hardness as if her whole body was impaled upon it. Pushing deeper. Making her gag a little, but pulling out just as she reached her limit. The drool dripping from her mouth was sliding down her chest to mix with the wetness between her legs. Now that she had him in her mouth, she wanted him in her pussy. She had to feel him inside of her, truly impaling her.

Reading her mind, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and using the ring on her collar, pulled her up to standing. He clipped her the two wrist-cuffs together behind her back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered into her ear as he stood behind her. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Feeling that her legs were about to buckle beneath her, she leaned back against him and moaned ever so slightly.

Still behind her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and effortlessly picked her up, carrying her across the room to the table. Her inner things were slick with the wetness that slipped out from between her legs. He put her down and bent her forward so that her hips were pressed against the edge of the table. With his left hand pushing against the middle of her back, keeping her chest tight to the table, he spread her legs with his feet. Pushing them just that little extra bit further apart. Gripping his cock in his right hand, he rubbed it up and down against her pussy. She moaned. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” She tried to raise her hips off the table so as to catch his cock, but he pushed her back down. Now his right hand grabbed the link between the two cuffs holding her hands behind her back and with one strong tug, he pulled her back onto him. “Aaaaah!” She cried as she felt him cleave her in two. Engorged. Complete. She felt that she was exactly where she was supposed to be and that his cock was filling her whole body, not just her pussy. He slipped out, paused, and pushed back into her. She moaned, loudly this time, and as he swung in and out of her, she felt herself building to orgasm. All of her weight was resting on the table - her legs were dangling useless. He had one hand on the small of her back, one hand pulling on the cuffs to drive himself deeper into her, he pounded away relentlessly. His balls slapped up against her and she felt like she wanted to scream and cry and laugh and yell all at the same time. Harder. Harder. He hammered into her. She felt her orgasm building and as it crashed over her, her whole body shook. Another wave washed through her. Another. Still he rammed himself against her. My god, she thought, I can’t take anymore of this. Another orgasm and she heard him say “I’m going to cum!” and he unclipped her wrist-cuffs.

He flipped her around and she dropped to her knees. His cock was slick with her juices as it slipped into her mouth. She wanted his cum so badly. She wanted to feel it bathe her mouth and throat. She sucked him as if her life depended on it. One hand cupping his balls, which had tightened up against his body, the other pumping his shaft. She felt his whole body tense up and release as a rope of thick cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked. Swallowed and sucked. His knees buckled slightly as a shudder passed through his body. She kept sucking on him, wanting each and every last drop. Milking his cock and balls.

He pulled away from her, looking down into her eyes as she licked the last drops of cum off her lips. “Good girl,” he said once again. He pulled her up, using the ring on her collar and kissed her hard on the lips. He walked over, picked up her coat and handed it to her. She put it on, feeling the weakness in her knees as she did up the buttons. He opened the door and stood aside as she walked out into the hallway.

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