She answered her door and there he stood, the man she had been communicating with, the man ostensibly of her dreams.
He seemed like the perfect fit in her world, almost too good to be true, yet there he was standing at her door. She had told him things about herself and she would soon find out if he had paid attention.
She felt the need to be dominated, taken, used and satisfied. Likewise he had the need to dominate, take, use and be satisfied himself.
Could she do it? Could she fill this void he felt, this desire, this need? They would soon find out because there he was and she was letting him in.
They made small talk for a few minutes and got a feel for the situation as they ate dinner. She got up and walked past him. As she did, he watched every move, examined every inch of her body as it moved past him. She disappeared into another room and when she came back he again watched her.
Finally she asked, "See something you like?"
He just smiled at her. She couldn't decide if it was a crocodilian smile or more of a wolfish smile. It reminded her of the smile of the Big Bad Wolf of children's books. Either way, it was definitely the smile of a predator that had just found it's prey.
She almost felt like a mouse in the cobra's cage. He definitely exuded an air of confidence and dominance.
She was instantly weak and vulnerable. This is what she had been craving, not the boys she had been with before that were unsure of themselves.
She needed a man, one who knew what he wanted and just how to get it, and he was it she could tell.
He sensed her weakness and this fed his drive, his need for her. As she turned her back to him, he leapt from his seat, grabbed her from behind, forced her to the wall where he used his body to pin her against the wall.
His mouth close to her ear she could hear his heavy breathing. With his body pressed against hers, she felt him growing with desire for her. This is what she wanted, what she needed and her desire was building too. She could feel herself becoming wet, inviting, just waiting for him to unleash himself and thrust deep into her.
He wasn't there yet. More time was needed, more foreplay beforehand. Time to turn her into a quivering puddle before his eyes and have her beg for him to use her in any way he wanted.
That's what filled his needs, the dominance. Being in total control, taking and using. He liked impact play, especially spanking, and she did as well.
This was definitely going to be a fun evening. He felt her try to squirm slightly and he pressed harder against her. When he spoke to her it was almost a growl. "Stop moving or your ass will pay the price."
She obediently did as he said. He lightened the pressure against her, but still held her firm as he kissed her below the ear. He grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked hard, causing her face to turn slightly toward his as he roughly kissed her on the mouth.
Inside she was melting. She needed this, this display of dominance and being taken. Still holding her by the hair and pushing her against the wall with his arm, he backed his body away from her. He pulled up on her skirt to reveal her bare butt with just a thin sliver of fabric between the cheeks, a thong, he smiled again.
Although he knew, she had no idea what was coming next. He drew his hand back, flattened it out and took a swing at her butt. His hand collided with a loud smack and she actually jumped, not sure if the sound just startled her or what, but he drew back again for another swat. She jumped again and this time he was sure, it was the impact causing the reaction, this turned him on even more.
Smack, smack, smack.
He continued and she became more limp with every swat as she relaxed into his control. She reached her hand back, grasping for him. But he wasn't there.
She moaned softly and whimpered, "Please?"
He leaned in and in a low growl asked, "Please what?"
Pleading, she asked, "Please, may I have it?"
Pushing her against the wall even harder, he moved forward and pressed his body firmly against hers. She whimpered even more when she felt him pressing harder through her clothes.
He growled in her ear. "How bad do you want it?"
She whispered in reply, "I need it."
She reached again for him, but he pulled away so he was out of her grasp. He then spun her around with her back now against the wall and his hand on her throat, smiled that wolfish smile at her and looked deeply into her eyes. When he did she averted her eyes shyly.
He asked again what she wanted and her eyes dropped to his crotch and she said meekly, "I want to suck on it."
Still holding her with one hand by the throat, he slowly undid his belt buckle, letting it fall open. He then unbuttoned his pants, then slowly unzipped his zipper. Her eyes watched every move he made and with every sound her body would tense up.
She licked her lips with anticipation and even smiled when he unzipped his zipper. He allowed his pants to fall naturally and gather around his calves, as this happened her eyes lit up when she saw him bulging through his underwear. He slowly pulled them down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock and she again licked her lips. He let her go and she immediately dropped to her knees and reached for him.
He looked down at her and said, "Did I give you permission to touch it?"
She looked up and shook her head no. He then said, "Did you ask for permission?"
She again, shook her head, no. Then almost immediately said, "Sir may I?"
"May you what?" he asked.
"May I suck it, please Sir?"
His only reply was a curt nod. She quickly grasped him and thrust his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head a few times before he said, "That's enough, back on your feet."
She looked stricken, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard. As she knelt there looking up at him, he looked down at her unmoving. Quickly reaching down, he grabbed his belt by the buckle and ripped it from his pants. With a gruff voice he said, "Did you hear me? I said on your feet!"
Seeing he was serious she quickly complied. He asked her where the bedroom was and she pointed and said, "That way."
He replied sternly, "Take me there."
She led him to her room. When they arrived in the bedroom he instructed her to undress quickly down to her bra and panties. She quickly did as she was told, then he instructed her to get on all fours on the bed.
"When I say assume the position, this is how I want you, understood?", he said.
She nodded. He swatted her playfully on the butt and reached to unclasp her bra. She giggled as he did this and then felt her tits fall free from the bra. He reached under her and grasped a nipple between his fingers and pinched it slightly. She let out a soft moan as he did this and his erect cock throbbed each time she did.
He leaned down and in almost a whisper said, "Do you know what that does to me when you whimper and moan like that?"
She giggled again and said, "I was hoping I would have that effect on you."
He ran his finger along the ribbon of fabric covering her mound and felt the wetness through the fabric. He pulled it aside slightly and ran his finger along her slit wiping as much of her juices as he could on his finger. While looking at her, she watched him in a mesmerized glaze, neither of them taking eyes off of each other. He intently popped the finger in his mouth, sucked all of her wetness from it, and licked his lips as he finished.
She wanted his cock deep inside her badly, but here he was just teasing her. He deftly slid the thong down to her knees and leaned down to take a large lick through her slit. As he did, she let out a moan like a cat in heat. That excited him more. He dove into her, licking and slurping his way deeper into her.
She began to rock and writhe with his licking and moaned louder and louder. While he was licking her clit he slid a finger into her and she let out a yip as he did it. He began to finger her faster and harder as he licked her clit until she was begging him to let her cum. But he kept saying no, because he wanted to see how long she could last. She knew that she wasn't allowed to cum without permission. She got so close that she was almost crying, begging to be able to cum yet he still refused.
