"Yes, it will be ready, I know...I know. I need to let the programmers know that we found more problems but like I said, it will be ready. Okay, thank you"
She set the cel phone down next to the key board, thinking, how are we going to make the deadline? The roll out was only three weeks away, shaking her head as she scanned the specs from the current spread sheet. The frustration mounting at a particular line of directives and codes the team was struggling with.
After a few minutes of staring at the screen, she went to the kitchen to get more coffee. Working at home certainly had its perks, not only could she take a break whenever she wanted, the peace and quiet allowed her to actually get things done. Also, being able to take care of the house and family was much easier. Making sure the children were ready for school, being able to take them and pick them up after was certainly a perk she held high. Spending time with her children was very important, she hated when they went to day care. Another plus was she didn't have to rely on her husband as much either, he was a good man but he frustrated her with his lack of attention to details, now she could take care of matters herself so things were done right. Yes, working from home had its definite advantages but she still missed the office environment, her business attire, and the people.
The afternoon was just beginning as she sipped the coffee, being deep into a project was where she flourished, loving the pressure and responsibility. She had proven her reliability time and again with her time and money saving management expertise, she had put together a highly efficient team and system. The current project was more involved than the usual marketing campaign or sales pitch, it was a total structural change that effected everyone in the company, this project had been going for months. She hated when the company purchased new software or decided to change platforms, the corporate heads never understood the testing or the time required. Their idea was "Just plug it in, we will love it, our customers will love it and we'll make tons of profit...".
The vibration woke her from the deep thoughts of the intense testing, immersed in the project her eyes turned from the spreadsheet on the screen to the phone. Looking at it as it buzzed again with a text message from 'him' For a moment she simply starred at it as if trying to wake from a deep sleep. Touching the screen, she opened the text message. It simply read,
'10 minutes'
She turned off the monitor with the single button leaving the machine on carefully saving the work. She stood from the chair and went into the bed room. She had to be properly attired, the heat building between her legs, and her nipples were hardening already.
She stood at the mirror looking, fear crept in, this was her home the one place she vowed would be out of bounds for her unorthodox desires, but here she was naked, except for the white lace panties, waiting for him. Looking at herself with wonder, who was she? How did she get to this point? She had everything, loving husband, children, a career. Success, the things she was 'told' that would make her happy. Arching her back as she brought her hands to her breasts feeling, cupping, pinching the nipples. She knew there were other things that would make her truly happy and satisfied. A hand went down into her panties feeling the shaved pubic mound, feeling the smoothness, freshly shaved this morning. A single finger went in, feeling her wet desire. She closed her eyes, touching for a moment. Her mind wandered to her submissive needs, the need to follow, to serve, to give, to be directed, this is what she had discovered in the farthest corners of her mind, the darkest places is where she found the glimpse of her need, her darkside was where she found her passion, strength and her true freedom.
Entering the living room she stopped, startled by his presence, he was here sitting in the chair. Thinking he was going to ring the doorbell, he must have let himself in. She immediately knelt to her knees, lowering her head and eyes.
"Sir..."
Stammering
"S...S..Sir, welcome to my home."
His reply was silence as she felt his eyes on her. Why didn't he say anything? The discomfort seemed to always to be there when he simply watched her, she felt vulnerable, out of place. Her knees splayed slightly as her hands clasped behind the small of her back, causing her back to arch slightly. She could feel the juices starting to flow slowly within her. She desperately wanted, needed his approval, she would do anything for this man, a man she was growing ever closer to. Though they had known each other for many months she still felt an unknown element in their chemistry. This man wielded power over her like none she had ever known. After what seemed an eternity he spoke softly.
"Crawl to me...slowly, my little pet."
She leaned forward slowly as she began to crawl. Sensually, swaying, trying to please him as she knew he was observing her closely, she was trying to keep her head low and ass high as she crawled to his feet. If any of her family, friends, or work associates learned of this they would not believe it. This woman that exhumed power, authority, and initiative was crawling on the floor to a man for his gratification. Humiliating, perhaps, but she craved his control and authority. This is where she knew she belonged, it gave her warm feeling of belonging, security, and safety.
She leaned her head down raising her ass higher yet, kissing his shoes, one then the other before raising to her knees. Looking up, he brought this hand, palm down to her as she grasped it with both hands, kissing the top, feeling his skin and taking in his scent.
"Thank you Sir."
A wave of warmth coursed through her body, already dripping with desire, at this immediate feeling was euphoric, a wave of pure happiness and bliss.
He looked at her, smiling, the crows feet gave evidence of age and with age comes experience.
"Now my little pet, what's this having difficulty with climaxing about?"
*****
The table felt hard and she felt unusually exposed as she lay upon it. A brief thought ran through her mind of the dinners, the discussions, homework, projects, the activities that had taken place on this very table, she recalled choosing the color, the deep red and the painting project and decorating the dining room, now she was the center piece.
She looked up to the ceiling as she felt his hands grip her waist and pull her bottom to the edge, before slipping his finger into the elastic waist band of the delicate panties. He gently pulled them off after which she splayed her legs, opening for him, nothing hidden. He brought the panties to his face as he drew a deep breath, taking in her lusty scent before discarding them. Her legs high and wide slipped over his shoulders as he sat in the chair. Dripping with desire, being the main course the attention was not to her usual submissive self, this was certainly different but he desired it and what he desired, she desired. He desired to taste her, feast upon her, to devour her.
Feeling his lips and mouth gently caress her inner thighs, one then the other moving slowly down to her shaven folds, her back arched as his hands squeezed her waist, feeling her skin as his head dipped between her legs.
"Oh, sir please..." A whisper issued from her mouth as his tongue brushed her outer labia.
Her taste was exquisite as he began exploring her delicate folds with the tip of the tongue. He was slow, methodical, exploring as he licked. Up and around the outer petals before the member explored deeper. Her body responding, with a tense contraction of her core muscles, at that very moment she wanted him to take her forcefully, fast, in an angry fashion. She desired his body to slam into her without mercy, relieving the pressure building within her. She felt the grip of his hand as he stopped for a moment.
"Relax little pet, relax and enjoy this, ease your mind."
The words caused her tenseness to abate slightly, as she felt the tongue return to its exploration, digging deeper, a hand moved from her waist to the flat of her stomach, feeling the soft flesh of her belly
"Oh my god..." She murmured at the sensations, her body began responding involuntarily, heat, flush, her heart began to race as her hands moved to his head, feeling, pushing, pulling subtlety as her hips began to writhe to his hungry mouth.
Suddenly he stopped again, he looked up from between her legs, her juices dripped from his lower lip, running down his chin. She began coming back to reality for a moment wondering why he stopped.
