Power Play

AFTERNOON: "Commencement"

On entering the house, I went straight to the kitchen to have a drink of water, and then went straight into the bedroom and sat on my king-size bed that I would make neatly every morning. Today, finally, there will be a reason for this bed here.

I glanced at the door just behind the black iron rods making up the bed's headboard. My cock was straining to get out in anticipation. My head was full of dirty, filthy images. Gone were this morning's gentle romantic thoughts, entirely replaced now by primal bodily reaction.

My phone, which put temporarily on the duvet on the bed, lit up. Eagerly, I checked what the message was.

Sorry I had to be the one to break it to you. Hope tomorrow goes well - fingers crossed. John.

I raged. "Fuck off!" I hollered, relieving the tension of the day. This was to be from Hollie. The last thing I wanted now was to be reminded of the work's shitstorm now that I had managed to separate myself from it. Then there was his hypocrisy. Had he wanted to help, he should've said so on the spot. "You're not fucking sorry at all!" I added another shout. I gasped in exasperation. Had he been sorry, he would've offered to be present at tomorrow's meeting!

As the blood was almost tangibly coursing more thickly through my veins, I heard a faint sound from the outside behind me. My breathing stopped. The tapping of shoes was growing more discernible. It was her, no doubt about it. John was gone by the time the handle on the door behind the bed was pushed down. The door opened.

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She looked different now. In a split second, I first noticed the expression on her face, then my eyes swept across the rest of her body. There was no question that the coy girl of the morning was now gone. She met my gaze confidently, boldly. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue traced her upper lip. The pink lips and black eye shade were still there alright. Context notwithstanding, she looked drop-dead gorgeous.

She was dressed differently, too. All of her garments were tight-fitting and very suggestive in all the right places. She wore a vividly pink tank top with a turtleneck wrapping around her neck. On top of it, she had an unbuttoned red jacket that looked almost business-like, but then her skirt, with a curious white, burgundy and dark green hexagonal pattern on it, was definitely very girly. I dropped my gaze to her long legs. She wore grey high-heeled shoes. Down her shoulder was swaying a small, white leather handbag.

Maintaining a very seductive look, saying nothing, she slowly closed the door behind me. I opened my mouth to say how hot she looked, but she placed a finger across her lips. "Take off your shirt," she said simply. Her voice was firm, practically commanding.

I wasted no time following her wish, unbuttoning my shirt with quivering fingers. She licked her lips again, satisfied, when my chest was revealed to her and the shirt landed on the floor. This was taking a different turn, but certainly not an unwelcome one.

She unclasped her handbag and reached into it. Seconds later, I was looking at a pair of black fur handcuff that just landed on the bed next to me. "You know what to do," she almost whispered the words.

I rested against the cool of the iron headboard bars, raising my arms just slightly. I was about to be cuffed in my own house by a girl I had only met a few hours later. The risky nature of this was completely lost on me at that point - the cock inside my pants straining against my thigh did not let any rational thoughts in.

Slowly, she approached the bed and bending over the bed, she cuffed one of my arms, looking at me from up close, playfully and tantalisingly. Her large young eyes were ones of a young woman who knows what she wants. She slowly walked to the other side of the bed and repeated the same with my other hand.

She sat at the other end of the bed, looking at me. "I want you," she hissed. Not taking her fox-like eyes off me, she pushed her shoes off her feet. My heart was pounding in my chest. She got up. Her perfect, imperfection-free young body - slim and curvy in the right places - was a sight to behold. She slid her red jacket off her arms down to the bed. I held my breath, then exhaled deeply as my eyes noticed her dark areolas and nipples pushing against the tight-stretched material of her top. She wasn't wearing any bra. "You will do far more gasping real soon," she remarked.

She sat at my feet, then stretched her bare legs to reach my chest and, looking deep into my eyes, rubbed them against me down past my cock aching for action. She smiled wickedly at the first tremor she'd just caused.

As I was looking at her with pure amazement in my eyes, she now sat on her knees between my legs and wiggling her hips, she pushed down the skirt off her body. Now, with her skirt off, I realised that it wasn't a tank top she was wearing but a backless bodysuit with the pink material thonging its way past her pussy to the other side. Joyfully, she turned around for me, presenting her figure as if on a fashion show. Her ice-blonde hair was cascading down her back, but what I could not stop looking her was her shapely ass, jiggling in front of me. Her pussy was only hidden from my eyes by the pink polyester. Unbeknownst to me, I pulled my hands down to grab her, soon remembering I was cuffed.

She slowly got up to her feet. I moaned not being able to touch her. She turned back towards me slowly, her face clearly telling me she enjoyed playing with me, making me wait and showing off her body.

She dropped to her knees, facing me again, with an expression of somebody enjoying tormenting her victim. Her lips moist and parted, making her look pristine and whorish at the same time, she looked down directly at my crotch. A shiver went through me as she began to undo my belt and work the fly down. "Will keep you tied up. It's more fun that way." Her voice was a seductive murmur, saucy and sexy. Obediently, I raised my hips to make it easier for her to pull my trousers and boxers down. Immediately, her soft warm fingers wrapped around my manhood. "Shit," I gasped. She chuckled and leaned over to kiss my neck passionately. Her body was electrifying mine in an instant.

"So hard just for me?" She looked at my cock out in the open now and with a quick nimble move lowered herself to lick my balls. Fuck, this was amazing! Moaning lightly, she traced the way up my cock with her wet moist tongue. Then, pursing her lips tight around it, she went from the top, sucking slowly and releasing it with a loud smack. And this was just the beginning!

She was back again a split second later. Still slow, but deeper this time, pulling it into her mouth, grazing against her cheeks. She slipped out, letting her fingers wrap around it now, stroking it. "That felt good," she purred.

Next time she went down, she cast me a sexy, satisfied look up, straight out of a porn vid. She was going deeper and deeper with every suck and I was responding with deeper groans and rapidly quickening pace. Whoever that girl this morning had been, she was now replaced by a certain of herself, luscious woman who knew exactly what to do. She was now bobbing her head deep on me, almost all of its length in her mouth, sucking hard and methodically. I was now grazing the back of her throat. "Fucking hell," I muttered as she slid it out with a gasp of pleasure.

Crouching and snaking her body in front of me, the show was of top-notch quality on top of the blowjob. She sucked my balls, briefly, and licked the shaft's side again. With a grin, she glanced up, watching for a moment my arms up and hands immobilised. She went back to sucking it in, now adding strong wet pressure from her tongue. My moans were beginning to be louder now; on the inside, I now just wanted to be able to touch her, grab her, suck her tits and pussy and fuck her. It took her what, less than 5 minutes to drive me this insane?

Continuing going up and down my rod, swirling her tongue now across the head, she reached with her free hand back to her ass and pushed the material off her pussy at the back there to play with herself.

"Oh just let me have her now!" flashed through my mind.

As if reading my mind, she rose to kneel in front of me now. In a series of incredibly seductive and erotic moves, she began unpeeling the bodysuit off her body, drilling her eyes into mine.

I drew my breath sharply and loudly when her breasts came out into view. I had seen them on the phone pic, but the reality was just unbeatable. "H-ot!" I managed to wheeze. They were large, definitely D. Tanned well and consistently in line with her skin elsewhere. No ugly bra marks. Her hard, erect nipples were surrounded by darker rings. Both of her breasts looked firm, taut and pert. One surge of electricity after another darted through my body; hot and cold beginning to sweep through me. My tongue slipped out through my lips completely involuntarily.

The rest of the bodysuit came off next. "Shit!" I said, unashamedly looking directly at her clean-shaven pussy. For now, kneeling down on the bed, I could not see much more, but she was not wanting to keep me waiting. She leaned in for a quick kiss and got up to her feet, putting her crotch on the level with my head. In a ballerina style, standing right next to me, she stretched her right leg over my head and horizontally across the top of the headboard.

The scent of sex drove me insane almost instantly. Her wrinkled brownish pussy lips, juice-heavy already, spread just slightly outwards before revealing the pink, fleshy opening at the bottom. She was fully shaven, which I loved. Her skin around it was absolutely perfect; no signs of any kind of prickly stubble or reddened skin. Perfect, smooth, taut skin. Her smell entered my nostril now that she moved it right next to my lips.

No man needs to think what to do - the tongue just moves on its own when presented with a pussy to eat. The smell of sex and the first taste of it on my tongue seemed to jolt every part of my body - the feet, the ends of my stretched out arms, but most of all the throbbing, freshly-sucked cock. Flicking my hungry tongue against her pussy, which she pushed down against me came with an obsessive sensation that seems to always switch the brain entirely. Her skin was almost magically smooth against the touch of my tongue - no roughness whatsoever, just slippery gliding movements. I pressed my tongue harder against her, licking hard. She was moaning and purring already, of course. She slipped her hand down onto her ass, massaging it for herself.

I definitely was getting into it, but she was in control, for now at least, and she bent her body away from me, giving a pretend snicker. She dropped to her knees in front of me again and gave my cock another, brief this time, sloppy suck.

She finally made a decision. Stroking my cock, she looked at me intently and said, "I am going to uncuff you." A growl reawakened inside me. With a malicious, tart-like smile, she reached over for one of the handcuff. She would have known that inside me the raging desire to own her, to enslave her and to treat her like a sex object would be allowed out by this.

After all, this is what she had written she wanted in her texts.