11-19-2025, 10:12 PM
He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a submissive.
An assertive man by day, moving his way around a boardroom with all the prowess and cunning of a wolverine. His thick, ripped body and gorgeous smooth skin made every part of her ache. But not in the way most people would assume. He could command attention alongside any fellow CEO in the finance field, yes, but for her… for her, he was an obedient little toy.
No one at the company knew how they spent their nights. Him bare and in cuffs. Her in lingerie and heels, flogger or whip in hand. It broke every rule of HR. But what is the point of rules if you never break them?
This was Alexis’s real work.
To everyone else, she was merely the head of Human Resources. To those in the industry with influence, to those who mattered, who controlled the ways of the world, however, she was the magic worker who made powerful men truly successful.
She unearthed their particular sexual proclivities and leveraged them to create strong, fearless leaders fully in touch with themselves and their bodies. Free of shame and insecurity. She fashioned the real men, not the self-entitled boys who happened to have money but carried a sense of arrogance and a deep lack of true confidence along with it that we so often see these days.
And her bank account reflected that.
A capitalist Cyprian.
One damned good at her job.
And tonight was no different. Aarron had arrived already, liberating himself from his suit and reclining on the plush bed of her studio. She was a professional, after all. They couldn’t have these blindfolded sex sessions happening in her day office. He’d waved his hand, of course, making others jump to attention as he’d spent money to furnish a private room for their meetings. It was sleek, modern, and bore the hallmarks of his aesthetic.
Alexis paused for a moment, checking the snaps of her garters before flicking her gaze up to meet him. Her Adonis, with his thick cock proudly on display. His, in turn, danced across her tall, lithe body. He licked his lips, hungry, eager. Tension crackled between them in galvanised air as she reached for the blindfold resting by his side.
“Have you been a good boy for me?” she spoke, straightening the black satin gloves on her arms. Leaning in, she closed a bit of the distance between them. A smile hung on her mouth. One that said, don’t keep me waiting.
“Yes, Miss,” his deep voice replied, wrapping around her body like velvet.
“Good.”
She worked the blindfold over his close-shaven head, gently affixing it in place. Men like Aarron made her job a dream. They were all filthy rich indeed, but not all were as fucking gorgeous. It made these nights all the more enjoyable to wield power over someone as pleasing to the eye as he.
It made the ache in her cunt borderline divine.
Her fingers flitted across Aarron’s cheeks and traced his plush mouth before ghosting hers against his. God, she could suck on those lips for hours. Every part of her yearned to kiss him. But not yet.
Crawling up beside him, she pressed gently against his shoulders. “Lie back for me,” she whispered, helping him recline his large body and get comfortable. Theirs wasn’t a relationship built on extolling suffering and pain. But of mutual need and worship. This is what spoke to him, what fuelled him to lead.
She placed his arms above his head as she straddled his body. His fat, hardening cock rested in the crook of his hip. So warm against her inner thighs. Lust burned inside her. The need to sink down on it and feel the stretch of his girth grew steadily.
But she wanted to have fun first. To tease and play with her immaculate sub.
Opening the cuffs at the head of the bed, one by one, she fastened his wrists down. The only sound between them was the soft squeak of pleather and his breathing as it grew shorter, shallower, in anticipation. She ghosted her touch over his body. Hairless and smooth, like an exquisite marble statue. A blank canvas to touch, to feel, to create on.
The most gorgeous of sighs drifted from him as the satin of her gloves teased over his bare armpits and down to his hardened nipples. Delicious little treats she couldn’t wait to taste.
Those muscles of his felt almost holy beneath her touch. Taut. Thick. Corded. And every other adjective that made her clit swell. She buried her face in his skin, inhaling. Spicy and woodsy. Her teasing was a feast of the senses. He sighed deeply, pulling against one of the cuffs.
“Are you coming undone so quickly tonight?” A chuckle escaped her. “We’ve barely begun.”
“Sorry, Miss. It’s been a hell of a week.”
She trailed wet kisses up his chest, then drew her hot tongue over his mouth. “It has, hasn’t it? But you need to learn patience.”
He licked his lips, as if any taste of her, even a pale one, was sustenance his body needed.
Silence descended between them once more as she cupped his face, taking to licking him like a cat to milk. Each and every stroke of her tongue was met with a kiss of his gratitude. She then deepened the embrace, opening her mouth to fully sup from his as they exchanged kisses.
Her hands wandered again, caressing and appraising.
Then, his nipple was melting against her tongue. Lick. Lick. Suck. His breath shuddered and shook as she worked the sensitive nub before moving to the second. So succulent and sweet. But merely an appetiser to the main course.
She trailed a finger up the length of his hard cock. Thick. Mouthwatering. Those sighs of his went up an octave as she smirked. Around the tip and back down, only to repeat in a tortuous loop. The soft, sleekness of her gloves was one of his weaknesses. Lace. Satin. Silk. Any delicate, velvety fabric drove him positively wild. She’d found that out early on in their relationship.
His sighs and gasps rippled his abs as his stomach rose and fell with each breath, with each touch and stroke.
“How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad, Mistress.”
Straddling him once again, she rocked her hips against his cock, letting him feel the growing warmth of her pussy. “You need to earn it.” Alexis laughed softly and tightened the cuffs on his wrists. Gently, she lowered her bra as she towered above. She rocked her hips and fondled her breasts, enjoying the sensations his body gave. And the power denying him sent through her veins.
Soon, their mouths met once more, drinking from each other. She ghosted her diamond-hard nipples over his expansive chest. Sighs drifted off her tongue. Aarron swallowed each and every one like his continued existence depended on them. Such a good boy. Such a good, sweet boy. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra as she continued to dry hump him. No moment together would ever be wasted. His dick felt too wonderful to stop. The rim was too delightful against her tumescent clit, even through her knickers.
Alexis dangled the bra over his face, giving him even more sensory input. She delighted in how tactile a lover he was. And playing to his senses was a joy for her. Some nights, that meant wax play, hot and sticky, her body growing wetter with every whimper. Other nights, it meant impact play, floggers caressing and slapping his skin. Or nights like this one, with blindfolds and fabrics to tease and taunt.
He’d even bought this lingerie set, offering it to her like a holy gift only after christening its black lace and mesh with his own cock. She’d found polaroids of the panties wrapped around his thick dick tucked away inside the box. Even as a submissive, he sought to mark his territory as much as be marked.
And tonight was her turn.
She lifted up slightly, hovering a breast over his plump mouth. Immediately, he took to pleasuring her, suckling like a good boy. Alexis wasn’t new to this. She’d had other men, some even as powerful as Aarron, under her sway. Each and everyone needed to suckle, needed to feed those inner mommy issues. To be nurtured and take off the heavy burden of being a leader.
He was no different.
A crown, no matter how affluent, becomes heavy once worn for long.
All the stress of deals and trades, or bad press and scandal—no matter how unfounded—was fissure after fissure in his armour. He, like the others, needed a safe place to escape into, craved solace, in order to function at their optimum.
Breasts gave way to lips as their mouths met again. This time, hungrier, more passionate. His strong, wet tongue made her weak. Breath left her in exhales. The heat of his dick snuggled nicely against the gusset of her knickers.
“Today was hard. For all of us,” she spoke softly. “We nearly lost fifty mil when that factory scandal broke headlines.” She kept moving atop him, growing wetter by the second. “What if I just took my frustration out on you and then left you here? Hmm? Left you to think about how to fix this mess…”
This taunting wasn’t meant to punish him. But to keep him strong. Keep his mind focused on only striving for the best in his company. His legacy was at stake every single day. And he only found true relief under her rule.
“Whatever you think is best, ma’am.”
Her tongue invaded his mouth again. Kissing turned fevered, ravenous. She crawled off him, reaching up under her garter to remove her knickers. Balling them up, she shoved them into his mouth.
“That’s right. It is whatever I want, isn’t it?” Her gloved hand wrapped around his hard cock and stroked him gently, gaze locked on his face. Every wince, every muffled moan, every jerk of his hands against the restraints were offerings laid at her feet.
She commanded him.
She was the power behind the throne.
Her fist moved faster, precome soaking into her gloves. And then, all at once, it stopped. He whimpered. She yanked the knickers from his mouth and devoured his lips. The chill air of the expansive room licked at her exposed cunt. Reaching back, she massaged her needy clit. He swallowed each moan as she warmed herself.
But it wasn’t enough.
She needed it hot and wet.
And every queen deserved a throne.
Crawling up over his face, she rested her pretty pussy against his mouth. Those plump lips and scorching tongue of his had her eyes fluttering. She rocked her hips and fucked his face. His wet slurping sounds made her nipples ache. Fuck. That tongue of his flicked against her sensitive nub, working so hard to earn his own release. She gripped the chain between his wrists and held on, bucking her hips like a cowgirl on a steer.
Divine heat burst in her solar plexus, melting down as she met her release. She didn’t give herself much respite, however, as she moved down and straddled his cock. Every ripple, every vein, could be felt against her spit- and cum-soaked folds.
“You feel that? You feel how fucking wet you made me?” She drank in his shudders and moans. “Bet you’re dying for me to wrap you up inside. Hmm?”
Leaning over, she brushed her nipples down his body and caressed his hips. But now, even she was growing too impatient. She needed him inside her, one way or another. With her tongue, Alexis drew a long stroke up his cock.
“You want me to suck it?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“What do we say?”
“Fuck…” he moaned. “Please, Miss. Please, suck me.”
She smirked and enveloped his throbbing dick. Her mouth worked magic in tandem with her fist, sucking and stroking, her gaze never leaving him. There was something so fucking intoxicating about having a rich, powerful man’s cock in your mouth. It held them more at your mercy than a pussy ever could.
She took him deeper, flexing the gifts of her throat. The filthy sound of her gagging filled the space between them. He gave up another offering, a deep, guttural mewl of ecstatic suffering. If she kept this torture up, he’d spill his seed in no time.
That just wouldn’t do.
She went back to long, slow licks, bathing his length in spit as she worked the gloves off her fingers. His breathing evened back out with her slower machinations. They were always so beautiful coming down off an edge.
“This is only a mere respite.” She smiled.
Once her gloves were discarded, she snaked her body up. His breath hitched as her bare skin grazed his sensitive cock. She traced the rim of his mouth. So gorgeous. So full and soft. But soon, her fingers pushed in, molesting his tongue as she pulled off his blindfold.
As soon as those dazzling brown eyes took her in, she crashed their mouths together. Intense. Starving. So fucking aroused for one another. He fought against the restraints. She merely smirked and rocked her body against his big dick. She, too, could mark territory. And she wanted every inch of him to smell like her.
Once satisfied, she sat up, placing his cock between her thighs as if it was her own.
“Look at that.” Her fist stroked it as she snickered condescendingly. “Look how pretty my cock is. I can’t wait to fucking use it.” She teased a little more before lifting up and sinking down. Her drenched pussy opened to every inch of him.
His breath stuttered from his lungs.
She moved slowly at first, just enjoying the sheer size of him, the feeling of every vein against the bareness of her walls. But soon, that cunt grew greedy. She reached back, grabbing her ass cheeks as she bounced atop him.
He lifted up, pulling against the cuffs that held him prone.
“Oh, poor baby.” She cooed. “You want out of those, don’t you?”
“Please. I need to touch you.”
As soon as he was freed, he reached out to grab her, stopping just in time. “May I?”
“What a good boy.” She took hold of her hands and placed them on her ass. “Now, you may.”
His touch traversed her body. His mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking as he held her still and pistoned his hips up into her. That fat cock slammed into her deepest parts. Speech left as she fought to find words. Furiously, she rubbed herself as she met her second release of the evening.
Reaching back, she slipped him from her snug warmth, smearing his against her soaked folds. A momentary break as their mouths devoured one another.
“You’ve been so patient tonight.”
She repositioned, straddling him reverse cowgirl. He placed kisses along her spine as she sank back down. As she bounced, he reached around, finding her clit. What a good fucking boy he was. Always thinking about her pleasure over his own. Those strong arms of his lifted her, slamming her body back down and giving the perfect depth.
Their moans commingled with the slapping din of skin.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on his thick, meaty thighs.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Every inch of him had her wild.
She glanced back over her shoulder. “Not too much for you, is it?”
“No, ma’am. This pussy is so good.”
She gripped his ankles, speeding up. “Better not come before I do,” she gritted out between clenched teeth. The wet slap of their bodies was so fucking sexy. Her pulse was racing from the sheer workout of riding him. Best exercise known to man. A sheen of sweat covered her body. Then she slowed down, languidly rolling her hips.
Aarron grunted. “You’re killing me.”
“You poor thing.” She repositioned to squatting, bracing back on his chest as she started bouncing again.
He gripped her ass. “Uh-huh, yeah, use me.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re just here for me to fuck.” Her ass shook with every jounce. “A big rich dildo.” Her breathing quickened as she spoke. So big, so thick. Stretching her out like he was made for her. Mm, yes. That slight bit of degradation was working for her. The delicious heat melted down from her spine. Her cunt squeezed his cock as she came.
“Thank you, Mistress. Ah, fuck.” He groaned deeply as he met his own release. His body jerked and squirmed beneath her.
She moved slowly, loving the feeling of his twitching cock and cum filling her up. Warm and thick. After rising off him, she gathered some on her fingers, loving how it looked against her wanton-red nails. She sucked her fingers clean, moaning softly. Dessert before dinner, how lovely.
Turning over, she reclined against his massive chest. His hand slipped up her back, tracing her spine. Their mouths met, still as voracious as before. But soon, she pulled back. A satisfied expression rested on his face.
“When you come into work tomorrow,” she spoke. “I want you to fuck over those reporters as hard as I just fucked you. Understood?”
He grinned. “Yes, Miss.”
“Good boy.” She patted his cheek and sat up, retightening the high ponytail atop her head. Her gaze stayed affixed on him, however. “Same time next week?”
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he stretched, flexing his muscles now they were finished. “On the dot.”
“And Aarron?” She stood, gathering the bra and knickers off the floor.
His large hand groped her ass. “Hmm?”
“Edge every day until then, but you’re not allowed release. Got it?”
He lit up, always loving her assignments as much as she did. They kept him focused and alert. “Understood, ma’am.”
“Now, let’s clean up and go grab a cocktail from Opium.” She leaned in for another kiss. “We can strategize your next move.”
“My treat.”
“Who else’s?” She winked over her shoulder as she walked towards the restroom.
The End
An assertive man by day, moving his way around a boardroom with all the prowess and cunning of a wolverine. His thick, ripped body and gorgeous smooth skin made every part of her ache. But not in the way most people would assume. He could command attention alongside any fellow CEO in the finance field, yes, but for her… for her, he was an obedient little toy.
No one at the company knew how they spent their nights. Him bare and in cuffs. Her in lingerie and heels, flogger or whip in hand. It broke every rule of HR. But what is the point of rules if you never break them?
This was Alexis’s real work.
To everyone else, she was merely the head of Human Resources. To those in the industry with influence, to those who mattered, who controlled the ways of the world, however, she was the magic worker who made powerful men truly successful.
She unearthed their particular sexual proclivities and leveraged them to create strong, fearless leaders fully in touch with themselves and their bodies. Free of shame and insecurity. She fashioned the real men, not the self-entitled boys who happened to have money but carried a sense of arrogance and a deep lack of true confidence along with it that we so often see these days.
And her bank account reflected that.
A capitalist Cyprian.
One damned good at her job.
And tonight was no different. Aarron had arrived already, liberating himself from his suit and reclining on the plush bed of her studio. She was a professional, after all. They couldn’t have these blindfolded sex sessions happening in her day office. He’d waved his hand, of course, making others jump to attention as he’d spent money to furnish a private room for their meetings. It was sleek, modern, and bore the hallmarks of his aesthetic.
Alexis paused for a moment, checking the snaps of her garters before flicking her gaze up to meet him. Her Adonis, with his thick cock proudly on display. His, in turn, danced across her tall, lithe body. He licked his lips, hungry, eager. Tension crackled between them in galvanised air as she reached for the blindfold resting by his side.
“Have you been a good boy for me?” she spoke, straightening the black satin gloves on her arms. Leaning in, she closed a bit of the distance between them. A smile hung on her mouth. One that said, don’t keep me waiting.
“Yes, Miss,” his deep voice replied, wrapping around her body like velvet.
“Good.”
She worked the blindfold over his close-shaven head, gently affixing it in place. Men like Aarron made her job a dream. They were all filthy rich indeed, but not all were as fucking gorgeous. It made these nights all the more enjoyable to wield power over someone as pleasing to the eye as he.
It made the ache in her cunt borderline divine.
Her fingers flitted across Aarron’s cheeks and traced his plush mouth before ghosting hers against his. God, she could suck on those lips for hours. Every part of her yearned to kiss him. But not yet.
Crawling up beside him, she pressed gently against his shoulders. “Lie back for me,” she whispered, helping him recline his large body and get comfortable. Theirs wasn’t a relationship built on extolling suffering and pain. But of mutual need and worship. This is what spoke to him, what fuelled him to lead.
She placed his arms above his head as she straddled his body. His fat, hardening cock rested in the crook of his hip. So warm against her inner thighs. Lust burned inside her. The need to sink down on it and feel the stretch of his girth grew steadily.
But she wanted to have fun first. To tease and play with her immaculate sub.
Opening the cuffs at the head of the bed, one by one, she fastened his wrists down. The only sound between them was the soft squeak of pleather and his breathing as it grew shorter, shallower, in anticipation. She ghosted her touch over his body. Hairless and smooth, like an exquisite marble statue. A blank canvas to touch, to feel, to create on.
The most gorgeous of sighs drifted from him as the satin of her gloves teased over his bare armpits and down to his hardened nipples. Delicious little treats she couldn’t wait to taste.
Those muscles of his felt almost holy beneath her touch. Taut. Thick. Corded. And every other adjective that made her clit swell. She buried her face in his skin, inhaling. Spicy and woodsy. Her teasing was a feast of the senses. He sighed deeply, pulling against one of the cuffs.
“Are you coming undone so quickly tonight?” A chuckle escaped her. “We’ve barely begun.”
“Sorry, Miss. It’s been a hell of a week.”
She trailed wet kisses up his chest, then drew her hot tongue over his mouth. “It has, hasn’t it? But you need to learn patience.”
He licked his lips, as if any taste of her, even a pale one, was sustenance his body needed.
Silence descended between them once more as she cupped his face, taking to licking him like a cat to milk. Each and every stroke of her tongue was met with a kiss of his gratitude. She then deepened the embrace, opening her mouth to fully sup from his as they exchanged kisses.
Her hands wandered again, caressing and appraising.
Then, his nipple was melting against her tongue. Lick. Lick. Suck. His breath shuddered and shook as she worked the sensitive nub before moving to the second. So succulent and sweet. But merely an appetiser to the main course.
She trailed a finger up the length of his hard cock. Thick. Mouthwatering. Those sighs of his went up an octave as she smirked. Around the tip and back down, only to repeat in a tortuous loop. The soft, sleekness of her gloves was one of his weaknesses. Lace. Satin. Silk. Any delicate, velvety fabric drove him positively wild. She’d found that out early on in their relationship.
His sighs and gasps rippled his abs as his stomach rose and fell with each breath, with each touch and stroke.
“How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad, Mistress.”
Straddling him once again, she rocked her hips against his cock, letting him feel the growing warmth of her pussy. “You need to earn it.” Alexis laughed softly and tightened the cuffs on his wrists. Gently, she lowered her bra as she towered above. She rocked her hips and fondled her breasts, enjoying the sensations his body gave. And the power denying him sent through her veins.
Soon, their mouths met once more, drinking from each other. She ghosted her diamond-hard nipples over his expansive chest. Sighs drifted off her tongue. Aarron swallowed each and every one like his continued existence depended on them. Such a good boy. Such a good, sweet boy. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra as she continued to dry hump him. No moment together would ever be wasted. His dick felt too wonderful to stop. The rim was too delightful against her tumescent clit, even through her knickers.
Alexis dangled the bra over his face, giving him even more sensory input. She delighted in how tactile a lover he was. And playing to his senses was a joy for her. Some nights, that meant wax play, hot and sticky, her body growing wetter with every whimper. Other nights, it meant impact play, floggers caressing and slapping his skin. Or nights like this one, with blindfolds and fabrics to tease and taunt.
He’d even bought this lingerie set, offering it to her like a holy gift only after christening its black lace and mesh with his own cock. She’d found polaroids of the panties wrapped around his thick dick tucked away inside the box. Even as a submissive, he sought to mark his territory as much as be marked.
And tonight was her turn.
She lifted up slightly, hovering a breast over his plump mouth. Immediately, he took to pleasuring her, suckling like a good boy. Alexis wasn’t new to this. She’d had other men, some even as powerful as Aarron, under her sway. Each and everyone needed to suckle, needed to feed those inner mommy issues. To be nurtured and take off the heavy burden of being a leader.
He was no different.
A crown, no matter how affluent, becomes heavy once worn for long.
All the stress of deals and trades, or bad press and scandal—no matter how unfounded—was fissure after fissure in his armour. He, like the others, needed a safe place to escape into, craved solace, in order to function at their optimum.
Breasts gave way to lips as their mouths met again. This time, hungrier, more passionate. His strong, wet tongue made her weak. Breath left her in exhales. The heat of his dick snuggled nicely against the gusset of her knickers.
“Today was hard. For all of us,” she spoke softly. “We nearly lost fifty mil when that factory scandal broke headlines.” She kept moving atop him, growing wetter by the second. “What if I just took my frustration out on you and then left you here? Hmm? Left you to think about how to fix this mess…”
This taunting wasn’t meant to punish him. But to keep him strong. Keep his mind focused on only striving for the best in his company. His legacy was at stake every single day. And he only found true relief under her rule.
“Whatever you think is best, ma’am.”
Her tongue invaded his mouth again. Kissing turned fevered, ravenous. She crawled off him, reaching up under her garter to remove her knickers. Balling them up, she shoved them into his mouth.
“That’s right. It is whatever I want, isn’t it?” Her gloved hand wrapped around his hard cock and stroked him gently, gaze locked on his face. Every wince, every muffled moan, every jerk of his hands against the restraints were offerings laid at her feet.
She commanded him.
She was the power behind the throne.
Her fist moved faster, precome soaking into her gloves. And then, all at once, it stopped. He whimpered. She yanked the knickers from his mouth and devoured his lips. The chill air of the expansive room licked at her exposed cunt. Reaching back, she massaged her needy clit. He swallowed each moan as she warmed herself.
But it wasn’t enough.
She needed it hot and wet.
And every queen deserved a throne.
Crawling up over his face, she rested her pretty pussy against his mouth. Those plump lips and scorching tongue of his had her eyes fluttering. She rocked her hips and fucked his face. His wet slurping sounds made her nipples ache. Fuck. That tongue of his flicked against her sensitive nub, working so hard to earn his own release. She gripped the chain between his wrists and held on, bucking her hips like a cowgirl on a steer.
Divine heat burst in her solar plexus, melting down as she met her release. She didn’t give herself much respite, however, as she moved down and straddled his cock. Every ripple, every vein, could be felt against her spit- and cum-soaked folds.
“You feel that? You feel how fucking wet you made me?” She drank in his shudders and moans. “Bet you’re dying for me to wrap you up inside. Hmm?”
Leaning over, she brushed her nipples down his body and caressed his hips. But now, even she was growing too impatient. She needed him inside her, one way or another. With her tongue, Alexis drew a long stroke up his cock.
“You want me to suck it?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“What do we say?”
“Fuck…” he moaned. “Please, Miss. Please, suck me.”
She smirked and enveloped his throbbing dick. Her mouth worked magic in tandem with her fist, sucking and stroking, her gaze never leaving him. There was something so fucking intoxicating about having a rich, powerful man’s cock in your mouth. It held them more at your mercy than a pussy ever could.
She took him deeper, flexing the gifts of her throat. The filthy sound of her gagging filled the space between them. He gave up another offering, a deep, guttural mewl of ecstatic suffering. If she kept this torture up, he’d spill his seed in no time.
That just wouldn’t do.
She went back to long, slow licks, bathing his length in spit as she worked the gloves off her fingers. His breathing evened back out with her slower machinations. They were always so beautiful coming down off an edge.
“This is only a mere respite.” She smiled.
Once her gloves were discarded, she snaked her body up. His breath hitched as her bare skin grazed his sensitive cock. She traced the rim of his mouth. So gorgeous. So full and soft. But soon, her fingers pushed in, molesting his tongue as she pulled off his blindfold.
As soon as those dazzling brown eyes took her in, she crashed their mouths together. Intense. Starving. So fucking aroused for one another. He fought against the restraints. She merely smirked and rocked her body against his big dick. She, too, could mark territory. And she wanted every inch of him to smell like her.
Once satisfied, she sat up, placing his cock between her thighs as if it was her own.
“Look at that.” Her fist stroked it as she snickered condescendingly. “Look how pretty my cock is. I can’t wait to fucking use it.” She teased a little more before lifting up and sinking down. Her drenched pussy opened to every inch of him.
His breath stuttered from his lungs.
She moved slowly at first, just enjoying the sheer size of him, the feeling of every vein against the bareness of her walls. But soon, that cunt grew greedy. She reached back, grabbing her ass cheeks as she bounced atop him.
He lifted up, pulling against the cuffs that held him prone.
“Oh, poor baby.” She cooed. “You want out of those, don’t you?”
“Please. I need to touch you.”
As soon as he was freed, he reached out to grab her, stopping just in time. “May I?”
“What a good boy.” She took hold of her hands and placed them on her ass. “Now, you may.”
His touch traversed her body. His mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking as he held her still and pistoned his hips up into her. That fat cock slammed into her deepest parts. Speech left as she fought to find words. Furiously, she rubbed herself as she met her second release of the evening.
Reaching back, she slipped him from her snug warmth, smearing his against her soaked folds. A momentary break as their mouths devoured one another.
“You’ve been so patient tonight.”
She repositioned, straddling him reverse cowgirl. He placed kisses along her spine as she sank back down. As she bounced, he reached around, finding her clit. What a good fucking boy he was. Always thinking about her pleasure over his own. Those strong arms of his lifted her, slamming her body back down and giving the perfect depth.
Their moans commingled with the slapping din of skin.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on his thick, meaty thighs.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Every inch of him had her wild.
She glanced back over her shoulder. “Not too much for you, is it?”
“No, ma’am. This pussy is so good.”
She gripped his ankles, speeding up. “Better not come before I do,” she gritted out between clenched teeth. The wet slap of their bodies was so fucking sexy. Her pulse was racing from the sheer workout of riding him. Best exercise known to man. A sheen of sweat covered her body. Then she slowed down, languidly rolling her hips.
Aarron grunted. “You’re killing me.”
“You poor thing.” She repositioned to squatting, bracing back on his chest as she started bouncing again.
He gripped her ass. “Uh-huh, yeah, use me.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re just here for me to fuck.” Her ass shook with every jounce. “A big rich dildo.” Her breathing quickened as she spoke. So big, so thick. Stretching her out like he was made for her. Mm, yes. That slight bit of degradation was working for her. The delicious heat melted down from her spine. Her cunt squeezed his cock as she came.
“Thank you, Mistress. Ah, fuck.” He groaned deeply as he met his own release. His body jerked and squirmed beneath her.
She moved slowly, loving the feeling of his twitching cock and cum filling her up. Warm and thick. After rising off him, she gathered some on her fingers, loving how it looked against her wanton-red nails. She sucked her fingers clean, moaning softly. Dessert before dinner, how lovely.
Turning over, she reclined against his massive chest. His hand slipped up her back, tracing her spine. Their mouths met, still as voracious as before. But soon, she pulled back. A satisfied expression rested on his face.
“When you come into work tomorrow,” she spoke. “I want you to fuck over those reporters as hard as I just fucked you. Understood?”
He grinned. “Yes, Miss.”
“Good boy.” She patted his cheek and sat up, retightening the high ponytail atop her head. Her gaze stayed affixed on him, however. “Same time next week?”
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he stretched, flexing his muscles now they were finished. “On the dot.”
“And Aarron?” She stood, gathering the bra and knickers off the floor.
His large hand groped her ass. “Hmm?”
“Edge every day until then, but you’re not allowed release. Got it?”
He lit up, always loving her assignments as much as she did. They kept him focused and alert. “Understood, ma’am.”
“Now, let’s clean up and go grab a cocktail from Opium.” She leaned in for another kiss. “We can strategize your next move.”
“My treat.”
“Who else’s?” She winked over her shoulder as she walked towards the restroom.
The End