Author's Note: This story is erotic fantasy written by Cirelo. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Cirelo 2013
This is the second chapter in an ongoing series. It will make more sense if you start at the beginning, with "Crazy, Ch.1".
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Kat drove home slowly, not really focusing on driving. She could feel his cum slowly leaking out of her. It meant she had needed to grab an old t-shirt out of the back of her car to sit on, and also that she had not been able to put back on her sexy black underwear - which he hadn't even seen! But still, she liked it. It reminded her of the hot sex they had just had.
She smiled, reliving the memory. He had been so powerful, so dominant. It was making her hot just thinking about it. He'd just fucked her in an elevator, in public like that... and she had gone right along with it. Like a slut!
Just thinking the word made her shiver.
But that was the thing... it had not been her decision, it had been his. With him in charge, she felt... free. Free of responsibility, free of doubt, of guilt, of indecision. Free of the constant feeling that she was making the wrong choice. Again. Free of worry that it was her illness that was making whatever it was seem like a good idea, even though she might realize later that it wasn't.
She had been able to turn off the little nagging voice that always made her doubt herself. She knew Sam, knew that he was clear-headed and logical, and smart, and careful. She knew he made good decisions. And she knew that he cared about her. Even if he did not love her - it had taken a long time for her to admit that, and even now it hurt - even if he did not love her he would still do what was best for her.
"Because that's who he is," she said out loud.
So, she'd let him be in control. He had been reluctant at first, of course. And his idea of a trial run had been a good idea. Logical. Careful. Just like him.
The thing about the trial run was that it had made her realize just how wonderful a plan this was. With him in control she could stop thinking, stop worrying, and just...be. It was wonderful. And so sexy! When he had told her to blow him, in the elevator, she had just done it. Well, she had misunderstood him at first, but when she did know what he wanted, she did not think about it, she just acted. Just like that.
It had been so hot! She had not been worrying about whether he would respect her after, she had just been focused on pleasing him. Feeling his hard, hot cock in her mouth, tasting him, smelling him. And knowing that at any moment someone could just walk in on them was exciting, but without the fear of having to deal with the consequences. Because she was just doing what she was told.
She loved it.
She couldn't wait to get home and write up the contract. She knew mostly what she wanted to be in it, because she had been thinking about this a lot. In fact, mostly she could just copy stuff she had written in her journal while she was getting ready to talk to Sam. So, write up the contract, and... crap. Had he told her to do something else when she got home?
She could not remember, but she figured she would remember later. In the meantime, she wanted to... make cookies. She was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, and it made her want to bake. Cookies. For him.
She smiled, turned up the radio, and drove home.
*****
I sat in a booth this time. Same bar as last night, of course, but my favorite table had been taken by a group of frat boys. I had arrived a little early; I'd had some errands to run in the area that had taken less time than I thought they would. Still, it was already a few minutes past nine, and she had not arrived yet. I wondered if she would.
I was not sure if I was hoping she would come, or hoping she would give up on this crazy idea. On the one hand, if she did show up, this certainly would be interesting. Last night, our trial run, had been fun for once. All of the things that had plagued our "relationship" before had been gone. Although, it had only been one night.
But this would be... cathartic. I had spent so much time and energy trying to deal with her crazy shit over the last year. So many times, she had figured out how to hold something over my head, and I had been forced to try to figure out how to deal with it. I had felt, again and again, in different situations, for different reasons, that I had to convince her to do what I wanted rather than whatever crazy bullshit she was saying she was going to do. And I had felt so utterly, frustratingly powerless.
But now, with this "deal", she was putting me in charge. She would do whatever I said, supposedly. And the consequence of breaking the rules had real teeth, for her. That she would agree to leave me alone? What a relief for me, and the worst thing in the world for her. In her mind, anyway.
I had a lot of pent up anger toward her. And although I would not, could not, do anything to really hurt her...I could definitely push the boundaries. She was the only person I had ever met who I had felt that kind of anger toward. Of course, at the same time, I did care for her. I had known her for quite a while, even if most of that time had been totally antagonistic. I knew she had problems, and I knew a lot of her crazy behavior was not her fault. So maybe at the same time, I could actually help her a little. Take some time this next week to straighten out some things in her life.
I did not think she would keep this up for longer than a week, of course. She would realize that the reality of having me be in charge of her life was different from her fantasy, and she would take the opportunity after a week to not reinstate the contract.
On the other hand, she probably would not show up anyway. Last night I had gone kind of overboard. Having her blow me in public? Fucking her in an elevator? Hot as hell, but a little nuts. I was not ashamed, exactly, and I had every intention of fucking her whenever and however I wanted if she did sign the contract. But still, I imagined it had not been what she was expecting. After all, making her reconsider the consequences of signing the contract was what I had been going for. To scare her a little. Make her think.
And right then, she walked in the door.
She did not see me right away, and she looked worried. And a little out of breath. The clock over the bar said she was a solid twelve minutes late. She looked around for me, and I could see her worry start to grow. I figured she was worried that I had already left.
Then she saw me, and the worry disappeared. She smiled, and walked toward me.
I took the opportunity to check her out. Her hair was down tonight, the thick, bright red curls making it a little poofy. I was hardly an expert on hair, but I had somehow picked up that you are not supposed to comb or brush curly hair, and she must not have gotten that memo. She had makeup on tonight as well, and although it was not as bad as the makeup she had worn when we had first met more than a year ago, it was a little more hastily applied than it had been last night.
She was wearing a dress again, just as short as the last one. This one was black, even lower cut, and probably just a little tight in the bust, because her breasts were almost spilling out. It was a style of dress I had heard called "empire waist", where the dress is tight right below the breasts, and then flairs out below that. It makes sense for girls who want to obscure their figure just a little, but Kat had absolutely no need of that. Instead of emphasizing her figure, it hid it. And since I liked her figure, I was not a fan.
She slid into the booth across from me, still smiling.
"Hi Sam."
"Hi Kat."
"Sorry I'm late."
"Well, we haven't signed the contract yet, so I'll let it slide. We'll have to work on that, though." I meant it, too. Being constantly late was one of her more annoying habits. I felt like being late meant that you did not respect the time of the person you were meeting enough to be on time.
She had the decency to look a little ashamed. "So..." she said, trailing off.
"Did you do what I told you to last night?"
"I think so. Here's the-"
I cut her off. "You think so?"
"Uh..."
