Total Control

I took three deep breaths before I knocked on Mr. Thomas’ door. I would have ran, but it was raining, and I wore heels so I’d look sexy.

The door opened and his eyes flared. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.” I waited for him to list the reasons: he was my boss; I was too young; he was separated and wanted to reconcile with his wife.

“Come in,” he stepped back, opening the door wider. I stepped into his house. As his personal assistant I was here often, however, until two months ago so was his wife.

“I was about to eat dessert. Do you like chocolate?” His voice and gaze were steady.

On the list of things I thought he’d say, dessert wasn’t one. “Of course, Sir.” My voice trembled.

Mr. Thomas put his hand on my lower back and my nerve endings lit up. When I sat at his formal dining room table, he moved to the hutch at the side and opened a drawer. “I hoped you’d come,” he admitted.

“You said I shouldn’t be here.” I stared at his back. He was in his suit shirt. He removed the jacket and tie from the office and rolled his shirt sleeves. I should have taken a job with a less attractive boss. Ha! His looks were half the reason I accepted.

Mr. Thomas returned to my side, holding a length of dark black fabric. “That’s true, but I also desire you. You have been a perfectly compliant assistant, and I have fantasized about controlling you sexually.”

He liked to be in control. Of everything and everyone. He pulled a cloth over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. “Stay there,” he commanded.

His footsteps disappear, leaving me in my thoughts of this afternoon when I stumbled on his personal ad on a fetish website.

Wanted: Total Control

I am a professional man, age 43, seeking a woman age 30-40 to be under my sexual control. Impact play, pain tolerance, light bondage and total submission required. Possible long term arrangement.

How long had I fantasized about Mr. Thomas bending me over his desk and spanking me? How many times had I masturbated in his private bathroom imagining he was fucking me against his office door?

Mr. Thomas found me at his desk searching the term impact play on my phone with his ad on his computer screen. I apologized for invading his privacy, but it was accidental, and before either of us could react I said, “You can spank me anytime.”

My body shivered in reaction to his dark stare. He pulled me from the chair and against him. “I control you at the office, I can’t allow that control to cross into our personal lives.”

We stared for several seconds, until both our phones buzzed, then his office phone rang. He took his hands off me and I answered the phone call.

He likely assumed that was the end until I showed up at his doorstep.

Now I waited for the chocolate dessert. What would he do? Smear it on me then lick it off? Mr. Thomas’s shoes on the dark hardwood alerted me he returned. There was a slide of ceramic against the wooden table.

“Will you do everything you described in your ad?”

“Not all of them. This is one night, one shot, Miss Sharpe. When you say stop, we are done.”

“What?” How could that be his rule? What if he was unsatisfied?

A chair scraped the floor beside me. Was he moving closer?

“After the cake, you can agree or I can take you home.”

“I agree.” I’d been his assistant for a year. Whatever limits he pushed would be nothing compared to the first month working for him.

“You agree to give me total control of your body?” His mouth pressed against my ear, his breath warm and moist, his voice harsh and demanding.

My body shook to the core. Total control and no chances to say no. “Yes Sir.”

The spoon scraped the plate. “We’ll start with cake then.” A cool bite of cake pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth. As I swallowed, I tried not to worry about what I got myself into.

Mr. Thomas fed me the chocolate cake. Time stood still as I ate in silence. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t form words. So I ate, barely tasting, wondering what was next. Would he undress me? Fuck me? Make me suck his cock?

“Miss Sharpe, stop worrying about what is next. Focus on each bite, on your breathing, on your heartbeat. Stay in the moment.”

He pushed another bite between my lips. I focused on the moist chocolate in my mouth and my tongue moving as I swallowed.

“Better. What do you know about pain?”

“That I should avoid it?” I laughed. The darkness he trapped me in became real.

“Usually, yes, we try to avoid pain. In sadism, pain is an art. Too little and it’s pointless; too much and pain overwhelms the sub. The perfect amount and your body floods with intense hormones. Subs describe it as a spiritual experience.”

“Will I get there tonight?”

He fed me another bite. “Not on the first night. And we have one night. I will ask a lot of you. Your refusal is always acceptable, but final. If you say no, the night is finished. I will push your limits of pain, but it’s about sex.” His mouth closed on my earlobe and his tongue lathed the tender skin. I had no idea my ear could be so sensitive. Or that his mouth could be so skillful.

“The way you moan from my tongue on your ear. How will you sound when I lick your pussy?” His voice growled.

I dropped my chin to my chest.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“And aroused.” I whispered the admission; he’d soaked my panties by licking my damn ear.

“Last bite, Miss Sharpe. Then my turn for dessert.”

I focused hard on the chocolate. Rich and moist against my tongue. The plater clattered away signally we finished.

“Show me what you are offering.” He pulled the chair back and me to my feet. “Shoes off.”

I kicked them off then stood still in the black as Mr. Thomas unzipped my dress then slipped it slowly off my body.. I strained to hear him. Was he looking me over? Judging me? Did he like what he saw?

“It is a treat to see what I’ve imagined for months. Do you always wear black lace?”

“Not always. I have other colours.”

He remained silent. “Mr. Thomas?” I asked.

“Tonight, you can call me Sir.” His voice rough, scratching my back.

He grabbed my hands from my left. “I’ll lean you on the table.”

“Why?”

“This is a chocolate cake moment, Miss. Focus on the experience, not what is coming.”

I tried to follow his instructions, but my mind twisted with wondrous possibilities. Forced orgasms, denial of orgasm, maybe he’d take off his belt and tie my hands or whip me. Each thought was another strand of arousal binding my body.

He leaned me on the table, my forearms supported my upper body. Mr. Thomas adjusted my panties and rubbed his palm over the curve of my ass. “So lovely and pale,” he murmured.

Crack! His hand slapped me and I cried out. Hot pain bloomed where he’d left a handprint.

“Breathe for the other side.”

Smack! I gasped. Another blossom opened inside me. The next blows came closer together without comment.

The sting released after a few hits. Instead, I leaned into his palm as the pain melted into my muscle.

Maybe he realized I enjoyed it or he wanted more. The hits came harder until I whimpered and trembled. Fear gripped me as I jolted off the table. Too hard, too much pain. Would the night end here?

“So lovely and pink. Beautiful. How was it?” Mr. Thomas caressed my ass.

“I almost said stop, Sir.” I was glad I wore the blindfold; it hid my tears.

“You handled it well. I hit harder than I would normally begin, but I knew you could handle the challenge.” His fingers brushed away tears on my cheek. Not so hidden.

I pushed up then leaned down. I gave him control and he didn’t order to me stand. Mr. Thomas’s fingers moved between my legs. My coarse lace panties were slippery. “I enjoyed the pain more than I imagined.”

“And if you aren’t sure you enjoyed it, your body knows it did.”

“Did you?” I choked out. Why was I nervous?

“I haven’t been this hard in months.” He pulled me up and around and pressed my hand to his erection. I wondered about the reaction on his face. Details, such as nonverbal details were lost in the darkness. I knew Mr. Thomas, but most of my job was reading his body language.

My fingers massaged him, and he dropped his hand in silent consent. His dick strained for more touch. He was big and growing as I stroked.

He pushed my hand away. “I didn’t eat dessert.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Those words I’ve spoken a thousand times on the job. They were difficult at first, but they became easy.

He pushed me on the table. “Lie down Miss Sharpe. You are my dessert.”

I eased back, my body shivering. “Chocolate cake moment,” he reminded me. “Feel the table under you.”

I focused on the cool wood on my back as he pulled my panties off. I was glad to hide behind the blindfold as he exposed my body. The cool air licked my damp inner thighs, sending shivers racing through my flushed skin.

“Your pussy is as pink as your ass.” He rubbed the mound of flesh before peeling away my layers. There is no tease of fingers, just his mouth on my swollen pussy. He sucked on my clit and I nearly came. I gasped when he pulled away before the climx hit, denying me what I wanted. I choked on frustration, as my heart pounding through my ears drowned out any noise he made. Then he pressed his mouth to my slick pussy and licked the new wave of arousal, until I shuddered.

“Jesus, I don’t know if I’ve made a woman this wet.”

“I’ve never been this wet.”

His tongue was inside me, lapping each new drip. Then he’s back on my clit. I tried to relax into the experience, instead of wrapping my legs around him and riding his face to orgasm.

If I chased the pleasure, he’d deny me. Instead, I focused on the throb of my clit under his velvet tongue.

He used his teeth and lips and tongue to spin my arousal. “Don’t hold back,” he panted.

“I’m not. I’m… enjoying… the… moment…”

I shivered as I felt Mr. Thomas' lips draw back into a smile against my pussy before he licked me from bottom to top. He licked me again and I tensed. He sucked and I tightened. The scrape of his teeth broke me. The pleasure rushed my body, shaking from every cell.

Being focused on the moment made it the easiest orgasm I’d experienced.

I was still snapping with ecstasy as he sat me up.I was still snapping with ecstasy as he sat me up. Into a puddle and a kiss, my taste flooding my mouth.

He kissed me, my taste flooded my mouth.

“No one has taken my direction so well as you. I shouldn’t be surprised but you always manage to exceed my expectations.”

He pulled away the blindfold, bringing me back to the light and smoldering intensity of his eyes.

This was only the beginning.