This is the 6
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Chapter in a long series. A relationship of control and power is developing. Please enjoy and take the time to vote and comment. I would like to once again thank TRCIII for his help editing.
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"I placed some clothing on the bed for you to wear tonight," Alex shouted, from the bedroom.
"Hey, would you mind bringing me my robe, please? I forgot to grab it earlier," I said, loudly. "Can you help me over to the shower so I can wash my hair?"
"You don't have to scream, I am right here," he replied, as he peeked around the curtain. "I thought you would never ask." Although the bathtub—actually it was closer in size to a small Jacuzzi—was right next to the walk-in shower, I still needed help.
"Have you ever been shaved?" He was holding the razor up and had a devilish grin on his face.
"I shave all the time. I would have hairy ape legs if I didn't." I was confused.
"Will you let me?"
"I guess it will be okay, but I already shaved today." I had the most perplexed look on my face.
Alex reached for the can of shaving cream. The shower hand wand was set to gentle pulsate. He soaked my pussy. "Now, I am going to tidy this area up. I see you already trim, but I don't like any hair on your labia. And you have too much around your clit."
By the time he was done, I had this one little strip of black hair left on my mound and everything else was as smooth as glass. "If you don't mind, I would like for it to be kept this way."
"I guess it is okay, if it makes it easier for you to eat me, then all the better; besides it is only hair." I was hoping he would try out his new shave job, but he did not. All he did was hand me the shampoo and conditioner.
"Dinner is going to be served in an hour and we both need to hurry up. Normally I would have fun playing with your body, but we do not have the time. I will make it up to you after the festivities tonight, I promise." He kissed my forehead and quickly washed himself.
To say I was disappointed would have been an understatement. I wanted to lick his cock. I wanted to feel his powerful hands all over me. As I sat on the step, daydreaming of what my body wanted from him, a stream of water shot at my tits. Post-haste, I was back to reality.
"What is going through your mind? Are you having second thoughts about staying here?" I could hear the concern and compassion in his voice.
"No, actually, at the present moment in time I have no intentions of leaving. I am just wishing we had a little more time before dinner. I am a little confused. Why are you having a formal dinner?"
"To celebrate the hiring of my new live-in accountant. By the way, you start tomorrow. I don't know what you want to do about your old job. I don't think you will have enough time to do both, but maybe." Such enthusiasm; an eighteen-year-old boy losing his virginity could not be happier.
"Speaking of working two jobs, my old one paid me around fifty-thousand a year. I assume I will be receiving a paycheck?" I really needed to make my own money. I have never relied on someone else to pay my bills and I was not about to start now.
"You know I paid the last gentleman around eighty thousand a year plus full benefits, but he did not live here. I will offer you seventy a year, plus benefits, plus you must share my bed with me. Fair?"
"I must share your bed with you! That sounds an awful lot like an order, and do you really want to go there again?" A smile and laughter was in my voice. I was not mad or even upset; I knew he was half-joking.
"Okay, one hundred thousand and you are a full-time submissive?" He was laughing, also.
"Geez, that sounds an awful lot like prostitution…I don't think so. Eighty and I get to choose how much time I spend in your bed, plus full benefits. Plus, I keep my other job. I only submit when we are naked."
"Well, we are naked right now. So, I think you have to submit."
"Come here, please." He did walk over to me. I reached my arms around his ass. I sucked his cock into my mouth. The harder I sucked the harder he got. I tasted the leftover
Irish Spring
as I licked his balls. My hands were kneading his length, gently. "Now, I see you came to me willingly…" I went back to licking his cock up and down. Occasionally I sucked it deep into my waiting mouth. "Now, about my salary…" I sucked him back in. I felt the first few pulses and stopped. "I think I am entitled to a salary without any sexual…" I sucked him back in.
He latched his hands around my hair, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I loved the taste of him. Slowly he pulled my hair back as he nearly came all the way out. He pushed my head back down on himself. I mustered all the sucking force I could. I pushed his hips back, releasing him from my mouth.
"Now I want a salary without any sexual requirements. I am not a whore." I sucked him deeply back in. I heard him moan as he shot his load deep into my mouth. I continued to suck, even after he released my hair. I released my suction as he started to soften.
"Not a whore? I'll tell you what. I will amuse you. I will give you the eighty thousand plus benefits, but you must quit your other job. I promise you will not have time. And if you ever try to blackmail me sexually again, you will be punished." That was very matter-of-fact. A little too serious for my personal liking, but I was going to let it go. Although I was beginning to wonder who truly had more power.
I really enjoyed what he did to me physically, but this mental power play was becoming very fun. We both were too old to be engaged in silly high school mind games, but this seemed to be on an adult level. I was going to see how far I could push him. I have a feeling I would like the punishment. Maybe a little bit of pain, but the end result might make it worth it.
"Deal, give me a few weeks to tie up any loose ends I have with my old boss. And then I will become your permanent live-in accountant, not your puppet on a string. Deal?" I held out my hand, waiting for a handshake.
"Deal." Then he leaned down and pulled my lips tight to his. It was a leave-you-breathless type of kiss. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth. I did not want to let go, but he pulled back. "I don't believe in handshakes. We will seal the deal tonight, but right now we need to get ready."
Standing at the vanity wearing a kimono robe, I looked into the mirror. In my own eyes, I saw that I had sold out on my own morals and principles. Was I really in love with him, or the chase that gave me such a thrill? It was a hard question to try to answer, after such a short time. I was hoping it really was love, but I had to let time tell me the real answer. It was not something I was not going to decide on in only a few short days or even weeks.
Alex came back in, carrying a white thigh-high stocking, a white garter-belt and a white lacy push-up bra. I looked at him with a quizzical look. "What the heck is that?" I demanded pointing at the bra, he was holding up by the strap. The last thing I wanted was to draw more attention to my breasts.
"This is one of my surprises for tonight. I want you to put all of this on and come back into the bedroom, please." I did not question him. What was the point? I usually caved anyways. I put on the bra; it felt weird, like my breasts were hitting my chin. I fastened the garter, but I had to sit down to put the stocking on, so I waited until I was back in the bedroom. Placing the kimono back on, I hobbled to the bedroom.
Alex was dressed in a black tuxedo with an emerald-green vest. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat." Something about a tuxedo made me excited. He did not say anything, just pointed to my emerald dress on the bed. This was not the same dress; it was shorter and had no slit up the side.
He took the stocking from my hand. Delicately he rolled it up. He pointed to the bed and I quickly sat down. Placing his hands on my left upper-thigh, he tenderly pulled my leg out straight, running his hand down to my toes. His touch was so soft; delicate shivers went down my spine. Softly, he placed the stocking on my toes, taking great pains to ensure it was straight. With a cat-like grace, he unrolled the stocking up my leg. Alex ensured that the emerald green seam on the back was straight. Helping me to my feet, he fastened the stocking in place.
He leaned down and sucked my tit into his mouth. I nearly fell back onto the bed. I was so aroused that any touching almost made me scream with desire. I wanted him to touch me more, but all he did was pull away from me.
"We need to hurry, our guests already have arrived." I begrudgingly slipped into my dress. The satin material hung loosely around my thighs. The hemline was just above my knee, but still far shorter than I was accustomed to wearing. The straps were wide at the shoulder and then tapered down to the bodice. I felt sexy and ready for anything.
"I have a little bit of a problem. I cannot wear heels, and I have no other shoes."
