David had always been successful. It came with the territory. His family had set him up with a large trust fund, a great education, and he had made the most of it. Five years managing hedge funds had set him apart as something of a financial wizard. Socially, he had stayed close to his college friends who had moved to New York seeking fame and fortune as well. They too had done well.
Then there was Kaitlyn. They knew each other in college, though she was a bit younger, but it wasn't until last year that their relationship had blossomed once she moved to the city.
Kaitlyn was the one person who could wrap David around her finger and she did it routinely and effortlessly. You would never know it from the way he bragged about his sexual conquests, but David loved it too. She controlled him and he let her. More than that, he craved it.
Even in New York, Kaitlyn turned heads. Tall, slim, and beautiful in a way that was both classic and slightly unique. She had turned down offers to model and was working in an advertising agency where she was already making waves, producing a number of the house's top campaigns in her first year.
Together they were a powerhouse. David proposed to her and Kaitlyn accepted.
A week later, Kaitlyn started what she feared would be a difficult conversation.
"David, you may have noticed I can be a little bossy sometimes," she said directly.
He nodded. "I don't mind. In fact, I kind of like it," he confessed.
"Well, I am glad, because it is going to get worse, especially if we get married," she warned him.
"I understand," he said softly, "I can afford you. You can have anything in the world you want. Is that what you are worried about? You can quit your job. I want to take care of you," he told her reaching out and taking her hand.
She shook her head. "I don't think you do. I am not talking about you buying me things or taking care of me. I am talk about you obeying me. Doing what I tell you, or..." her voice trailed off.
"Or what. I don't understand," he said, genuinely confused.
"Or," she paused for a moment. "Or, I will punish you."
He laughed a little and smiled. "Ohhh, sounds kinky."
She didn't smile back. "Some people might call it that. But to me it is more than that. It is how I want us to live together. I've never been able to even admit I want that, much less tell someone. It is scary to tell you this, but I want to control you and not always in ways I think you are going to like. In fact the part the excites me the most is controlling you in ways I know you won't like."
She wasn't looking at him anymore.
"Hey, hey, look at me," he said. "Like what kinds of things?" He asked gently.
She look a long inhale and let it out slowly. "I am not going to tell you. I don't want you to know. I want you to agree without knowing. In fact, I need you to."
He started to speak and she interrupted. "The reason I am telling you this is that it is how I need to spend the rest of my life. I really, really need to. The thing is, I think you do too." She smiled a bit and looked at him, reached out and took his hands.
"Last night," she continued, now looking into his eyes, "when I was giving you that handjob. Remember David?"
Now it was his turn to grow silent and blush a bit. "Of course," he said shyly.
"Remember how I kept stopping right before you were about to cum?"
He nodded, blushing more.
"I wanted to keep doing that to you all night, until you were begging me, crying, desperate. I wanted to see you that way and then tell you no and watch you react and cry for me."
David felt his heart race and he was flushing a bit.
