The next morning she woke up first. He was asleep in her bed and she smiled as she watched him sleep. Delicious thoughts, of him fucking her mouth in her office the evening before, wafted through her mind. The deep sense of humiliation and loss of control returned. She hadn't imagined the total feeling of liberation she had after giving control to him. His strength made her feel safe and secure, even as he used her as a receptacle for his seed. My God, what had she become?
How will I ever be able to face him at work again? she wondered. I'll have to find a way to deal with it. We'll see each other on the job frequently even when he transfers to a different assignment. I'd never be able to control myself with him in my office all the time. Not after having been so easily dominated already. I was like putty in his hands. God, how I loved it. How I needed it. I'm scared. Can I still be what I need to be to do my job? I have to find a way to reconcile these two sides of myself.
Rolling over onto his left side facing away from her, he snored lightly. She found even this to be endearing. Molding herself to his back, she fitted herself against him spoon fashion. With her arm draped over his torso her fingertips idly touched his nipple. It hardened almost instantly. His body stiffened.
He was suddenly awake and unsure where he was. Someone was touching him. It startled him and he jumped. He had been dreaming of something frightening although he couldn't remember what it was. Now, being touched by someone unknown, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.
"It's OK, I'm here. You're just dreaming," she told him.
"Oh, uhhh. I forgot where I was."
"You're home now," she said.
Smiling to himself, he remembered the events of last evening. Somehow, he had ended up fucking the Deputy Chief of Police in the mouth and she'd loved it. Oh yeah, he'd also spanked her ass. What an unbelievable experience that had been. "Would you like some breakfast, Dan?"
"Sure."
Leaning over his shoulder she kissed his mouth on her way out of bed.
"Don't," he said sharply when she reached for her bathrobe.
She stopped in her tracks.
"Fix my breakfast, but don't put any clothes on. I want to see you nude while I eat."
Shocked, she didn't know how to respond.
"Yes, Sir" she said flippantly, with the accent on the Sir.
"I like that. You can call me that all the time when we aren't at work."
She shuddered. Her first instinct was to respond with some feminist mantra about how that was so sexist. She thought better of it when she realized that she was immediately wet between her legs. This was what had made her feel so womanly the night before. He hadn't even fucked her, but she felt so wanted and wanton.
She dropped the robe where she stood and went to the kitchen.
He lay in bed for a while after she left the room. This room was not at all what he, or any of the other men on the Department, would have suspected. It was ultra-feminine, to say the least. Lots of lace and softness. The light gold painted walls were done in some sort of treatment that made them look like old masonry. Curtains of white lace effectively blocked the view, but not the light. The carpet was white and, so plush, his feet seemed to sink in to the ankle. This did not fit with all the rumors that she must be a dyke or that she was a cold, ruthless bitch. He'd known her a long time, but not socially. Now, he was getting a feel for the real June Harrison. He liked what he was feeling.
After a leisurely shower, he went downstairs. He found her in the kitchen standing at the stove with a spatula in her hand. Eggs were sizzling in a skillet. It was very erotic to see her standing there with no clothing on performing such a domestic chore. She had to be careful to stand away from the skillet to avoid any grease splattering on her breasts and belly. It must have been a delicate maneuver. She took the eggs from the skillet and put them on a plate.
"Would you like bacon with your eggs?" she asked.
"That would be good," he said.
She put the bacon in the pan and started some toast. He just sat and watched her as she worked. As she reached across the counter for the bread, her breasts hung down and swung away from her body. They were magnificent. He liked the way her ass cheeks moved when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It was nice and firm, but soft and yielding too. Smiling to himself, he recalled how he had gained that little tidbit of information.
Approaching her from behind, he grasped her hips, turned her toward the dining room table and bent her over it. Her ass looked delectable. He couldn't resist the temptation and planted a kiss on each cheek. She giggled like a teenager.
He hadn't put on any clothing either and she could see that he was aroused. His cock was standing at full alert. She licked her lips expectantly.
He rubbed his erection against her ass cheeks and left slippery trails of lubrication on her derriere. He placed his hands on her hips and gently pulled her hips into him. He expertly guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy.
"Yes, please fuck me," she begged.
Moving his hips in a circular motion he teased the lips of her cunt with his cock. Her ass moved in similar circles trying to ensnare his cock in her dripping slit. He only let the smallest part of the head penetrate her. She whimpered as he pulled her to him in short little strokes. Never actually entering her, he merely teased her with what might be.
"Please….." she whined.
He rammed it in to the hilt.
She screamed.
He withdrew slowly…tantalizingly. Holding the head just inside her lips, he maintained his position as she tried to impale herself on his cock again. When she moved back, he did also. He knew it was driving her insane.
