She came prepared, she thought, for nearly anything. He told her to be ready for something special. Told her how to dress. No panties, push up bra. Skirt and blouse. He likes them crisp looking and decent. Like she could walk from his arms to the boardroom. His penchant for smart, capable women was well known to her. She struggled to live up to the concept even though she knew she qualified. He told her so constantly. His praise, while not lavish, was consistent and thrilling.
She had the cushioned bra that gave her more show of tits than she actually had. Men loved it, though he was indifferent. He liked her natural and preferred to touch than to look. Built up fantasies didn't impress him. He lived in a reality that kept her in another world.
He met her at the door. Often he would allow her to let herself in. Sometimes he would meet her elsewhere. His appraising look made her want to undress for him. She wished he would undress her with his eyes like all the other men she knew. His eyes merely checked to make sure she did as he asked. All except the first time they'd met when he was appraising her. She's never seen disappointment in his eyes, though many times she's been uncertain of his reactions.
This time he'd asked for a bra like this. Normally he is insouciant. Normally he prefers her tits in his hands, her nipples between his fingers or in his mouth. He prefers to feel her breasts, to enjoy the tactile reality. Her points hardened with these thoughts and she could have moaned with the anticipation of his touch. She saw him lick his lips at this and realized he noticed. The pheromones were pouring off her. They were palpable and she felt a pang of delight run through her.
"Do you need anything?" He asked as though she weren't so keyed up and ready for him to penetrate her that she wouldn't fall on floor right now and take him if he only would. She knew from experience that he wouldn't take her like that. Without so much as a hello or slow strip.
She was still at the threshold as she shook her head, unable to articulate speech when he closed the door and grabbed her arms. He forced her to turn and pressed her to the cool wood. Her skirt was up and she felt his hardness enter her and bore through her molten core in a direct shot.
Her breath was shoved out of her with all the force he used to drill his length into her. And she was right, she was so wet he easily buried his cock in her right to the base. She felt as though she could have taken his balls as well had they fit. Fluid gushed as her mind melted.
He was hammering her, face pushed against the door, ass thrown out to capture more of him, when she felt herself building to climax. She had no idea what he would say, he was so controlling over her orgasms. She would have faltered but he kept shoving her to the door. She couldn't catch her breath or her will.
There was a throbbing in her sex that matched the tempo of his entries and she wondered how she would hold out when the spasms took her. She gasped and groaned trying to keep them at bay, but the feeling was so completely visceral that she lost herself and only made it worse with her inner struggle.
He took her in his arms afterward and crooned to her. His pants at his knees and his impossible hard on stretching for her, his voice uttered her absolute enjoyment: "That was so good. Oh my perfect delight." His praise warmed her and flushed her with new excitement.
She tried to tell him of her thrill at his surprise. The words were mumbled and nonsensical. They oozed out of her like the flow between her legs. As if understanding her thoughts and her impoverished attempts at sentences, he said "Oh that wasn't your surprise. I have something special for you. It is something new. I think you'll like it. I'll teach you how to use it and enjoy it."
Her knees shook with the imaginings. She was unstable enough from the orgasm he'd just forced from her, but it never boded well when he told her things like that. A moan pushed from her as she felt a drizzling on her thigh. She was moving back to that feeling of orgasm with the pressure of his touch on her arm. He was steering her to the couch, pressuring her to sit. She couldn't imagine that she would be able to.
His cock was eye level as she did though and she thought, irrationally, of it poking her eye out. She could have giggled. It was amazingly hard and waved as he walked. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and stuff it into her mouth and she swallowed hard.
He held her hands between his and tied them. Wrapped them with straps he used to tie her to the bed. She felt the flow between her legs, that had eased, begin anew. He placed her hands upon his cock, but drew her face upward.
"I have something special for you in the other room. It is something new for you. It will take training and patience for you to be able to handle it, so we will start that training now." Had she been standing, her knees would have given out.
Her palms were stationary on either side of his member and her brain was hanging open as her mouth undoubtedly was. She couldn't move to close either of them. Numbness crept over her and she lost the ability to answer him with word or glance.
"When we go to the other room, you will see it open to you. That is a huge responsibility and your first response will, of course, be to shirk from that but you must not. Just as I have never shirked from you, accepting all that you are and all you would give me with all the delight and pleasure you deserve your gift to be received with. You must do the same.
This is how I took your offering from you: I simply and absolutely enjoyed it. You have your self and your wonderful being in your hands and you allowed me to take them and press them to me." His hands pressured hers around his rock hard cock.
"You sat on top of me and pushed your hands into my chest with your soul oozing out between your fingers as you pressed forward. Your entire self was there between us and I felt it as surely as you feel the throbbing of my need for you. Do you remember?"