A Brief Encounter 12

I never thought I was one for power play. The idea of someone lording over me was a thought I hated but being in charge scared me even more. In the office, in bed, it didn't matter. I didn't want to be in control, but I didn't want to not have it either.

Until I met you, that is.

Something about you caught me from the moment we first met. Was it the smugness in your smile? The calm, inviting look in your eye, begging me to come say hello? Every time I think back it's something new, but I realize it was just

you

that drew me in. I'm glad I listened to the please in your eyes and the dare on your lips. It only took a few more steps for me to see that there was electricity between us, and it was real. Within a few minutes, I had already slipped you the spare key to my hotel room, hoping to see you soon.

I wasn't disappointed.

I was ready to be an equal in this, whatever this was. I couldn't tell what you wanted though. Every look gave me a different message. Did you want the control, or did you want it taken away?

It took one kiss to realize what you did want: a fight. You wanted a fight for control, a fight for passion and my god did I give it to you. I wanted to get you riled up, to make you want me as much as I wanted you, and it turns out you already did. A nip of your lip made you putty in my hands at first, and then brought out an aggression I never knew I wanted. You wrapped your hand in my hair to tilt my head back, open access to my neck, and you attacked it. I'd never felt more wanted in my life, and yet I wasn't sure if I wanted you to think this was your idea, or if I wanted it to be mine.

I couldn't let it stop at this, and I knew you couldn't either. It was raw energy, and it wouldn't be contained any time soon. Someone had to take the next step, and I made it be me. I pushed you back onto my bed and climbed on to straddle your hips. Your cock was so close, yet so far through the layers for clothing. I saw the way you looked up at me, eyes pleading again, begging for me to touch you more, but your smile had a different demeanor, almost prodding me with "What's next?" I decided at that moment that I was in charge, and you could fight back as much as you want but you're my toy. For now.

Coming to that realization shocked me. I wasn't the kind of person who takes charge like this, but I had to wipe that smile off your face. I needed to hear you beg for me, for you to lose yourself to me. I was excited to make that happen. But I needed that fight in you too. How else would I know how much you wanted to be one with me?

I toyed with your belt buckle, acting as though I would undo it, while grinding down on you, softly, slowly. Your hands came up to my shirt, unbuttoning it, almost savoring it. You looked at me like a piece of meat, and I wanted you to eat me up.

Every so often you'd thrust your hips. It was cute, I have to say. That you were so needy for more contact from me. I wanted it too, but I couldn't just give in like that. You didn't make it easy to hold back though.

When I finally had your belt undone, and was playing with the top of your pants, you had my shirt unbuttoned, just hanging over my shoulders. You were lucky that my bra opened in the front, as you smoothly undid it, cupping my breasts in your hands while pushing the cups away. You rolled my nipples between your fingers, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. You savored it all, and it made me feel powerful. It distracted me, for a moment, but I caught myself and undid your pants rapidly.

My skirt was pushed up to my hips from everything we'd done, and it made me realize how much I didn't care that it was still on. I wanted you inside me, but I needed something first.

I stood up, telling you to stay down and be good. And you obeyed, eyeing me up and down as you saw me remove my panties slowly, and climb back on the bed, this time straddling your face, facing the end of the bed.

You were eager, so, so eager, that you grabbed my hips and brought me down on your face to drink me up like a man who just saw water after weeks in the desert. The enthusiasm was new to me, but my nerves caught on fire and I was enamored. My hand slammed over my mouth to keep me from screaming expletives while the other took your cock out and toyed with it, rubbing my thumb over its head, and watching it twitch lightly as precum flowed out. I couldn't do this without getting a taste, and I bent down to take a long lick from base to tip, to run my tongue around the head, and to take it into my mouth for a moment.

Your hips thrusted, again, welcoming the warmth of my mouth, as I felt you groan into my cunt. You sucked on my clit as I slowly bobbed my mouth on your cock, letting it out of my mouth with a satisfying pop. You had me close, so close, but I needed to cum on your cock.

I tapped your chest, letting you know I planned on moving, and you gave me one last long lick and flick of the tongue on my clit before letting my hips go to let me off your face. I gave your cock a quick kiss as a thank you, before I climbed off to straddle your waist again. Your eyes pleaded with me, telling me you weren't quite done with your meal, but I knew we were both looking forward to dessert.

I held your cock with one hand and grabbed your jaw with the other, as I forced you to face me, and told you you'd get what you want if you asked nicely. You tried to trust into me, but stopped after a small tap on the cheek. I told you again sternly, and you asked with such softness I didn't know was in you. It felt like a dog begging for a treat, and I couldn't hold off forever.

I slowly sank down on your cock, you digging your nails into my thighs as we both gasped at the feeling. It'd been so long since I'd been stretched like this, and it was everything I'd been dreaming of. I bent down to nip at your ear and whispered, telling you just how good you've been, getting a grunt in my ear as I emphasized it with a bounce on your cock.

As I rode you, your hands travelled over my body. Grabbing my ass, squeezing my breasts, and playing with my nipples. I put a breast to your face, and you nipped and sucked it gladly with a hand going down to rub my clit. You'd found the perfect combination, and it wasn't long before I was cumming on your cock with an orgasm stronger than I'd dealt with before. It took a moment for the ringing in my ears to stop, but I sat up and didn't stop my movements.

I could tell you were close. The labored breathing, your hips pushing back up at me as I came down on your cock, trying to meet me halfway. I couldn't help but praise you, telling you how good you've been pleasing me, but it was your turn now. With a hand on your chest, I sped up, and told you to cum for me, cum in me, you'd been so good and you deserved to cum in me. You sped up in return, pounding into me, moaning louder and louder as I felt you tense and finish in me. I leaned down and kissed you, hard, as the motions slowed and we laid together, you still inside me. I climbed off your cock and laid with my head on your chest, playing with your hair as I fell asleep.

I woke up to you gone, and a note on my bedside table.

"Hi Stranger,

Thanks for the fun time. Hopefully we'll be able to have even more fun this week.

I left the spare key to my room. Its 338, in case you wanted to stop by.

Signed,

Your Good Boy."