Easy to Dominate

It had been five years since he had last awoken to Megan's fellatio. This time was, if anything, more gratifying. Back then, she had been trying to win his affection, indulging his fantasy, hoping to entice him into a relationship he didn't want. (Frankly, it didn't make much sense for her either). They had been colleagues, her in legal, him in engineering. He wanted to be the Steve Jobs of infectious disease. She was always on point, careful beyond a fault -- exactly the qualities that make a great lawyer, but between his wild adventurousness and their collective cosmological ego, the'd make terrible spouses.

So it had ended, messily, but with the friendship not beyond repair. And they had both prospered -- he now CEO, her a partner at some ritzy feminist law firm Perez, Lee, and Shah. And the delightful morning wake-up was something he was training into her as his willing submissive.

Part time, of course. There were very clear limits. Boy, were there limits. He could never approach her; she must come to him and initiate. He set that rule -- making her beg for it. The boundary protected both of them and made the descent into each night's pleasures more enjoyable. At the beginning of each encounter, the roles were clear, her yearning for his control, him drawing her out into his clutches.

This night had been at a friend's book party. The room was moody and dark -- it was meant to stand in for the drawing rooms of some decadent Rothschild or other -- one with a taste for literature. The book was about the feminist court history of the early Roman Empire -- a sort of revisionist I, Claudius. Apparently, women men wanted to push out of power were tarnished as sluts. And they may have been quite slutty, but so were the men. Always the double standards.

The subject matter provided the language for Megan and Hector's spiraling flirtation. They had met each other with a cozy hug at the drinks line. Megan asked him if he were feeling imperial tonight. He smiled tightly, said nothing, looked her meaningfully in the eye. They took their seats apart, him a few rows behind her.

He was a little bored, so he decided to text her. "Who'd be your favorite Roman emperor to submit to?"

He saw her smile for a bit, want to look back at him but stopping herself. Saw her typing.

"Joaquin Phoenix was pretty hot in Gladiator. I bet he'd have no problem making me do what he wants."

"Personally I go for emperors that aren't homicidal weaklings, but I guess you're easy to dominate."

"You'll just have to find out tonight." She said.

He let that one sit. "Are you wet now?" He asked, imagining her breath quicken.

"Yes." Blushing emoji. She was wearing a clingy purple dress with lace that cupped her perfectly. He was getting hard.

"What are you?" No answer. He was watching her like a hawk. "Do you want me to come home with you tonight?"

"Yes."

"Then you have to tell me what you are."

She threw him a glance over her shoulder. He waited for a beat and let the moment unfold.

"I'm your submissive little slut."

"What does that make me?"

She didn't answer.

"Take your hand; touch your pussy, and then taste yourself."

Though it was a little thing, there was a sort of script they liked to follow and her dragging it out and trying to duck him were signs of rebellion a.k.a. a plea for punishment.

She glanced around, tried to be discrete. She stretched out her leg into the aisle, went as if to scratch an itch midway up her thigh, glanced around quickly and then her hand disappeared from his view. She gave it a good few seconds before her hand crept out to her knee. She turned so he could see her in profile, brought her hand to her chin as if in thought, glanced at him with almost a look of defiance and kissed her two fingers.

"Good girl." He texted. "Meet me in the bathroom and get on your knees. When you hear three knocks, unlock the door." He saw her leave. He waited what felt like an eternity to him, counting the seconds to sixty slowly in his head. He kept waiting as long as he could stand and then went to follow her.

They had been to this place enough times to know the layout, he knocked on the door three times as promised, heard the lock click open. He checked that the coast was clear, undid his belt buckle, and opened the door, quickly stepping in.

She was on her knees as promised her eyes pleading him and her dress covering nothing from this angle. He grabbed her hair from the nape of her neck, felt her rub her face against him even before his urging her to do so. She quickly unzipped his pants and had him in her mouth, her warmly bobbing. He suddenly noticed the seaminess of his surroundings and it gave him a crazy thrill as he grabbed her head and used her more and more, her eyes closed but her keening with desire.

He didn't want to finish and when he felt close, he took a second, pulled her up gently but increasingly firmly, standing now with one hand on her cheek and the other around her throat. He kissed her hard; she moaned, ground her pussy against him. He gave her one quick smack on the bottom and then two more, pulled her back with some abruptness by the hair to give her a shock, his looking into her eyes the both of them breathing hard.

She was expecting him to kiss her again. He wanted to but he left her there, yearning. He pulled his pants up and left the bathroom. The two of them going back to their separate seats. They didn't speak for the rest of the party -- mingling with others. He thought he saw her get some girl's number. But there were certainly a few meaningful glances between them.

When he wanted to leave, he gave his head a quick tilt to let her know he planned to go. She came right after him.

"Do you still want to come over?" She said.

"Why would I do that?" He smiled.

"Well I can think of a few things..." Coquettishly, she batted her eyelashes. He pulled out his phone, ordered the uber.

They waited with his hand at the small of her back, her head on his shoulder, him getting the scent of her hair.

He put his arm around her when they got in the car, and she snuggled up to him. She made as if to start jerking him off.

"You just can't help yourself." He said.

"I guess not." He looked at her sternly. "I guess not, sir." She said, chancing a look to the driver as she said it.

"Touch yourself." He whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened as she obeyed.

"Think about how you belong to me." He continued whispering, hear her murmur. "How tonight you touched yourself in a crowded room for me, got on your knees in a bathroom waiting to suck me off." She stifled a moan, his lips touching her ears and his beard reddening her neck.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Your slut" she mouthed, the word slut just barely audible, her eyes glazed with desire.

"Tell me again."

"I'm your slut, sir." She said gasping on the last word.

"Are you close?" He asked. She answered with a moan. "I wish you were wearing your collar right now." He said, leaning in, feeling her start to shake. Then, "Slow down."

She was too far gone to immediately comply, so he reached his hand down to gentle her. He didn't want this to get out of hand.

"Take out your phone." He told her. She looked up at him in surprise, went to grab it, shoved it at him with wet fingers. "Unlock it."

He took it from her and found the voice recorder, held it to her lips. Her eyes were locked on his as she began touching herself again.

"You're going to record a message to yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He let the silence hang for a second to see if she would say anything. Sometimes she surprised him and took the initiative in her own submission. This time she was waiting to be told what to do, even though she could probably guess her line.

"Say, 'I'm your slut.'"

"I'm your slut." She said.

"I'm your slut, sir." He guided her.

"I'm your slut, sir."

"Again."

"I'm your slut, sir." She panted.

"Again."

"I'm your slut, sir." She was speeding up.

"Again," He whispered.

"Oh Hector." He said nothing, feeling her thighs quake against him.

"I'm your slut. I'm your slut. I'm your slut. I'm your slut. Oh god, I'm your slut." She whispered it to herself again and again as she came.

She started laughing uncontrollably, trying to keep it down to avoid alarming the driver. (That ship had probably sailed; he would give an especially generous tip). He smiled at her. "Wow." She mouthed at him, buried her head in his neck.

When they got back to her place, he wanted to do nothing more complicated than to fuck her senseless. Usually he would tie her up or cuff her to the bed, but he couldn't wait. In the elevator she had started to make out with him but first he turned her around facing forward so her ass rubbed against him. Humping, he grabbed her both arms around her waist and his lips kissing her neck. His left hand crept up to her breast and she playfully slapped at him as the elevator opened into her apartment.

He bent her over her marble counter, placing her hands on the cabinets, he pulled down her panties, licking her from behind till she was good and loud. He undid his pants and then took a hand to guide himself into her wet pussy, her still wearing her dress. He gave her ass a spank but then got down to business with his hands on both hips, slamming his dick into her over and over again, her moans getting louder, screaming the dirtiest submissive nonsense at her master. He was beyond conscious thought, plunging into her, grabbing her long air in one hand while the other moved to the flat below her belly button.

There he gave her long strokes and was rewarded by throaty groans but he wouldn't finish that way so he dragged her to the couch which he promptly bent her over for the coup de grace. Now his hands were on her shoulders, and his dick was going in as deep as it could, straining to fill all of her. His body took over, his breathing turning into deep groans as he start to feel himself let go, his jizz welling up from his dick and exploding insanely over and over again inside her, him not even having thought about a condom but it being ok and a few more thrusts and then it was done.

He sighed as he pulled out. She gave a sympathetic noise, her face buried in the cushion. He went to help her up, and the two of them turned on some nature documentary before falling asleep, his hand in her hair and wondering if there were a way to put this in a bottle and keep it.

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Though she hated to admit it, Megan liked having him around. Just physically, in the vicinity of her apartment. She thought this when she woke up in the morning before him.

Last night, as usual, had hit the spot, but she worried about her feelings. Would it be better if they did this at his place? If she didn't spend the night? Frankly, her collection of sex toys were better, particularly the bondage selection. And who didn't want to sleep in their own bed? And who didn't want Hector waking up in it?

She dismissed that thought with a mental harrumph, rolling over in her bed. Yes, his physical presence was welcome after he fucked her senseless, gave her the release she needed from staring down every last gunfighter this week at work, topping every hurdle. She liked sinking in to Hector, knew that whatever he was, he was safe. Within limits. And ultimately somewhat ridiculous if she was being honest. The ego, the philosophic affectations, the total social obtuseness in any context when he wasn't in CEO-mode. Oh he tried to gesture at humility, to make you feel like he was listening. But really he was wrapped up in his own little world and always would be.

At that, she felt her affection for him return, she turned back over -- him still asleep. She rested her head gently against his stomach, absentmindedly caressing his thigh with her nails.

She knew what he'd want, of course. It was part of the "conditioning" they play-acted with. She could see the appeal and wondered if she'd like someone awaking her with a special kiss -- frankly it sounded frightening. She worried she'd get startled and knee them in the head. But the image persisted of a face between her thighs -- her friend Elena's frizzy brown hair came to mind.

She kissed along his stomach sweetly, her hand creeping closer to him. She wasn't feeling particularly submissive at the moment but the idea of drawing herself into it felt sexy, like throwing herself into a black hole of subordinate desire. She licked along his glans, felt him start to stir, licked further down, started to gently kiss his head. She grabbed him in her hand and start bobbing, hearing a moan now she let up for a moment, licked down along his balls, began to bury her face there, rubbing her nose against his dick.

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When he woke up to her tongue on his balls it was initially disorienting but quickly pleasurable, relaxing. Her left hand crept up his stomach while her right held him in place, jerking him slowly while she gently licked him. She was being a very good girl indeed.

When she reached his belly, she engulfed his head in her mouth. His eyes rolled back as her mouth and hand worked together, wetly sucking up to his head and then shooting right down.

He watched her brown hair and could see down to her soft pink breasts as she went down on him -- her clearly knowing he was awake, wanting to make him come, taking a kind of power in it. Knowing how good she was.

He hesitated to take disrupt things by taking control. He let his head roll back, indulge in the sensation. She sucked harder, moved her hand to his bottom, his breathing short and his eyes closed.

His moan turned to a growl. He cupped her head, his hand behind, began to slowly bring her under his will, modulating her pace, pulling a sigh out of her. She liked him owning her even if she sometimes liked to rebel. She ran a finger along his ass, pressed up against him. He enjoyed it be used the moment to put his other hand around her head, his thumb over her ear, mostly giving her own pace but with his control clear.

She was good at this. She varied her depth and speed -- now she was focusing on his head, with her tongue lingering on the tip of his penis. He let her get slower, took less control, her lanquid on his head, her hand slow and steady pulling up and own his dick with her right playing down below.

He was close to coming and thought to start thrusting into her mouth but thought to start talking to her.

"That's my girl." He looked down at her but she hadn't looked up. He grabbed her by the hair, just for a moment, as she was coming up, thrust her head down on him slightly. Her eyes shot up to him, her look of surprise and lust energized him. He breathed in, gave a growl, pulled her head to his tip and thrust her back down, heard her uncontrolled moan, her eyes closed.

He was taking her head in easy strokes now. "Look at me." He told her. Her eyes fluttered up to him; his dick in her mouth. It felt so good, he sped her up, and focused on maintaining eye contact while he was so close to cumming. From deep within his chest, out came almost a roar.

He kept his gaze on her, shakily maybe but her eyes seemed to get the message. "You're such a good girl." He said, close to finishing. Her head going up and down on him. Her eyes innocent and submissive, a naughty doe.

He came into her mouth, he gave a few hard thrusts with his head and hands before he was too far gone, exploding into her sucking mouth, her head still going up and down, her hand above his balls stroking

"Uhhh" he moaned, and thrust her off of him, too sensitive. He rolled over, she gave him a playful spank, getting up to go to the bathroom. He lay there satiated.

She came back with a t-shirt and mesh shorts, a laptop in tow, their playtime clearly over. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, popped down beside him to start checking emails, giving him the space to check his phone or make coffee or go anywhere else he liked.