His Mind Over Her Will

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A new club had opened, anyone who was online new about it and the raves were outstanding. His mind was made up that it was this club that the scene would begin and be transported forward to either her place or his. The music was perfect for all people and all occasions the mix of funky time seventies and the dance tempo of today's remix. Lineups never seemed to matter to him male or female attendants rarely ever questioned his authority or his confidence that he belonged inside and made things come together.

Arriving later than the time he had told her to be there, as she would soon learn this was his way of controlling from the moment that eye contact was made, also served his purpose of not being tangled up in some conversation or pick-up play when waiting for the lady of choice to arrive. This night's special guest was a switch the lady had been honest; from the first key- strokes that she played both ends, liked to take control and loved to be controlled. In retrospect the exchange of photos had to be on the up and up for how else were they going to connect amongst the clubs revelers.

Watching her standing erect at the bar in the spot he had suggested the other night while online and the words that flashed across their screens screamed at them to meet face to face. The dark mauve dress she was wearing just at knee length the shoulders draping perfectly into short sleeves between her elbows and biceps, the neckline in a square coming down and exposing just enough skin to give a slight tease of the fullness of her breasts. This magnificent creature with the long strands of brunette hair cascading down with the touches of a curling iron given the waves and curls the look of a Paris Coiffure, the dancing light behind the dark brown eyes as they searched to see if she could find him. This was the third stud to approach her and try to engage her in idle chat with his hopes being that he was the man.

Stepping into view all he did was look at her the light brown eyes not blinking but the depth of the look reaching past her physical shell, her beauty was breathtaking but it was her inner soul that he reached and talked to. Like the amazing Kreskin his mind seemed to penetrate and talk directly to hers without words, the feeling she felt from him was "soon you will crave me as you have never craved before!" shivers running down her spine a weakness in her knees but the eyes never stopped gazing like laser beams into each others soul.

The unheard words like pictures consuming her mind continued, " He will penetrate your mind, your soul and your heart and in time, you will be his!" The initial contact now complete the souls of the two virtual combatants now face to face and the dominance established without a word expressed.

This feeling of submissiveness sweeping over her making her body tingle the soul soar and the likeness of a faithful dog ready to follow its master everywhere and anywhere gripping like a warm blanket on a cold winters night easing her into the desired state. Feelings of her youth flowing over her, she had told him that she was married and for over a decade now. The marriage was good both hard working devoted parents to the child of the union but the missing element in her psyche was leading her online and into this meeting, the reason now flooding her memory banks, when she was just turning into her twenties her boyfriend had dominated her she was his slave for three years it ended on a sour note but the feeling of giving of being protected and looked after of reacting to whims of his fetishes all consumed her and the link to this new force gave the purpose and reason for her.

His hand reached out to her and she without hesitation she gave him hers, as he raised it to his lips and the gentle warm touch of lips on skin sent the shivers a coldness right through her, like that of a skater on fresh ice first thing in the morning the bitter cold of the arena going to the bones, and then as the marks appear on the ice from the gliding steel blades, the blood warms and the sweat drips, and the blossoming feelings flourish as pride of accomplishment grows, this is what ran through her body with the simple gentlemanly gesture of kissing the hand. She swooned and knew that his dominance and confidence is exactly what was needed this night. Turning without still saying a word he led her to the corner of the dance floor to begin the ritual of mating.

The assault of their senses being magnified by the environment, the smell of dancing bodies, the flashing of lights, blaring base beats throbbing through the body, the lingering taste of her skin. Swaying arms in the air, gyrating hips flowing in seductive streaming messages, shuffling feet holding human torment in dances of primitive expression. Singular focus the contact of eyes never wavering her dark orbs absorbed by his light brown intensity the reflective shadows returned to the element of rawness deeply imbedded in the soul of darkness.

Music like this bringing a euphoric high stronger than any chemical one could ingest. The muscles, nerves of her body ignited into a frenzy of heat that only a passion from his dominance could cool. Her thighs quivering, the honey pot of her lustful center dripping uncontrollably, the simple touching when the beat moved them closer sending pulses like if her sex was a tens machine turned on by his mind, as they caught their breath as the disc jockey changed his turntables the rest of the crowd did not exist they were in their own dimension. The slow beat blared from the hidden speakers and his arms taking her into his protective body as the hips ground out the beat, his hardness rubbing tantalizing against her stomach, all fear, all trepidation melting away replaced by the thoughts of his fingers, tongue and mouth exploring and satisfying her every whim and sexual need.

As the last word was sung and the beat of the drum ended her hand in his they turned and left the dance floor heading directly to the exit. Snuggling as close to this Adonis that materialized from a virtual connection to the flesh and blood that was now with her. Looking straight into her eyes knowing that she was consumed with the lust of pleasing him the only question left was where the consummation was going to take place. The ritual of giving and taking, had to be an altar of special proportions for this offering was going to take them both to a heightened release that would be for ever preserved in the memory banks to be watched and replayed behind closed eyelids time and time again.

She knew that in the morning breakfast, laundry, and overall family chores were standard staples that were in need of completion. Without hesitation leaning up to whisper in his ear, "May we go to my place, my child is at a friends and my husband is not due home until tomorrow?"

"If that is what you wish then I will be gone before daybreak," his deep baritone voice replied.

Hailing a cab, she gave the driver her address and on their way in the back seat they continued to gaze into each others eyes like love struck birds sharing a tree branch. Every so often he leaned in and barely ran his lips against hers the torture divine in his thoughts, so teasing and controlling was her take on the trip.

Arriving at her place, he paid the cabby and followed her around back and entered the house in quietness, as she inspected to make sure that all was as had left a sigh escaped her throat and mouth for now her body was going to be satisfied like she never knew existed but in the fantasy of her mind. Leading him to the master bedroom she stopped inside the doorway as he took a commanding presence sitting on the rocking chair that she had read so many Harlequins on.

"Strip!" the one word sending cold shivers through out her body the spine felt like pudding, the dam of her lust felt like the Niagara Falls dropping down and rushing around the rapids, with each article she dropped at her ankles a freedom seemed to wash over her and the cool night air seemed hotter than the August sun. Naked before his eyes she felt like a Goddess his eyes showing the satisfaction, she to him was a Mona Lisa, the Godiva of all ladies and she felt this in every bone and fiber of her body and mind.

Standing from the chair and motioning with a wave he summoned her to him, like a hypnotized patron she fell into his waiting arms to feel the electric touch of his fingers explore her charms, the hot wet lips flame the passions as they trailed a path down her neck and across her shoulders, and then he placed this rag doll on her back and began to tie her off first the right wrist to the headboard and then the left ankle to the footboard, all the time one hand tracing small circles across her flesh, then the right foot, up and to the left wrist. Standing just off to the side of the bed enough space so her eyes could watch as he slowly shed his clothing revealing his muscular chest, the rippling biceps of his Popeye like arms, the narrowing waist and his excited member standing erect and almost saluting her beauty.

Climbing between her legs the knees pressing against her thighs he slowly began the seduction of his pet. Slow soft kisses barley noticeable until the burning heat left behind. Darting tongue licking and tasting the salty offering of her perfumed and soft floral scented skin. Fingertips touching and continuing to draw patterns along the sides of her body each rib traced, the muscles as they spasm followed until the ripples disappeared like a wave on the beach, the hardness of his cock slowly ever so lightly touching along the wetness of her folds. His mouth swallowing and sucking the nipples until their hardness was like twin peaks of a mountain range guiding the way to safety.

The trail of his tongue down along her stomach licking and twirling around her the indent of her navel, only the tongue reached nerves that sent flashing signals of lust right to her mind which was now unable to hold back the ecstasy driving her insane.

"Please, please let me cum?" she begged with a sultry depth she didn't recognize from her own voice.

He just chuckled and continued the pleasing torture for she was going nowhere and he had tricks to stop her orgasm if she lost control. As if they were in the lazy cotton fields of the south, or the sugar plantations of the island his tongue continued southward as the finger tips traced small circles along the outside and inside of her thighs as they moved involuntarily up and down trying to spread wider but the bindings on her extremities held tight driving the passion higher as her helplessness consumed and joined her pleasure a combined sense that had never in her sexual life been opened was her Pandora box now exposed to this man.

His mouth and tongue finally reaching the dish he so wanted to taste. Licking down the left swollen lip, lightly blowing on the protective hood, like a snake charmer coaxing the button to reach out and expose itself for further stimulation, licking and sucking down the right puffy lip, curling his tongue and parting the lips with the teasing finger tips his tongue sucked in all the drippings tasting her honey offerings while driving the waves of orgasm higher and higher inside her crumbling soul. The slurping and sucking sound as he sucked out her honey and swallowed it the darting tongue going in and out of her velvet tunnel and teasing the sweet spot deep inside he knew he had coaxed her to the edge of explosion.

She struggled against the confining bonds, her wrists waggling, her ankles lifting and spreading only to drop down again, her hips thrusting upwards and trying to push harder against his mouth and all the time his controlling methodical touches and kisses driving her mind deeper and darker, this composer had brought her concerto to sound like all the orchestra instruments were tuned and playing together. Slowly thrusting his cock inside her the mushroom head breaking past the plain to meet the juices of lubrication so that he could penetrate her to the fullest.

Building a slow rhythm taking the stroking faster until the passion had like flames of a fire brought them to a raging inferno where the only sounds were the white heat shared by the woman and man pounding and receiving, the sliding in and out, the slapping of skin against skin, and as she focused her eyes his were right there looking deep into her and all she heard were these words, "Cum pet soak me NOW!"

Her screams of release shattering the night air, the orgasm draining her very life existence and the completeness of her worth as she knew that giving him this orgasm she was now linked to him and that her pussy, her mind, and her soul would be his as long as he asked for it and for all this to happen in her bed.