By noon on the second day of auditing, I was already exhausted. I'd been reminding myself that I'd get to see Denys again that night and it helped me stay composed as I uncovered missed regulatory filings, empty training files, and even a fraudulent calibration certificate. The thought of a chilled glass of wine and my therapist's soothing hands made the day bearable by an order of magnitude.
During lunch, I took a break from the stack of binders on the conference table and when half the employees left the room, I scrolled through personal emails on my phone. I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw one from Denys, Subject:
Tonight
. I excitedly tapped the line and read the short note:
Thinking you may want to let go a little after all that auditing.
I ruminated on that the rest of the day.
The drive to Denys's from the hotel that evening was titillating. His words ran through my head, and I wondered what they meant. I thought of the previous night and the way he has wanted to "take care of [me]" before licking and sucking and fingering and fucking me into a trance. Remembering his beautiful cock in front of my face, I drove with one hand while the other pressed between my legs.
By the time I parked in front of his house, my panties were already slick, and every motion stimulated my anxious clit. I felt confident as I climbed out of the car in tight black leggings with a chunky but snug orange sweater and my heavy winter coat. Pacing the few stairs to the front door I knocked twice and turned the knob without waiting.
"Denys?" I leaned into the entryway and quickly scanned the warm, dimly lit living room.
"Be right there!" a distant voice called from upstairs.
I let myself in, removing my coat and hanging it on the same hook as the night before. Things felt less bizarre. I established locations for my belongings in Denys's house and for a moment had entirely forgotten our professional relationship.
"Hey, sorry, some last-minute things I was getting together. Long day?" Denys jogged down the stairs, his ponytail swinging side-to-side as he came down each step and over toward me.
"Very. Please tell me you kept that wine?" The sight of his smile behind those soft lips with the little square of hair on his chin had me instantly excited but nervous. I still felt intimidated by what I considered to be his unique position of authority over my life. I wanted him and I wanted to please him, but I was always afraid of disappointing him somehow.
"Actually, for you sweetheart, I went and got a second with the hope you'll be here all week?" He reached his hands out to my hips and pulled me in close to his warm body. "If that's something you'd want, of course." He spoke softly and let his lips brush over mine without kissing them, releasing his grip on my hips to run his fingers through my hair and cradle my skull in his hands.
My legs weakened and I breathed heavy. He knew I was putty in his hands. I had barely walked in and was already submitting to him.
He turned my head in his hands and whispered directly into my ear, "I cleared my schedule every night this week. I'm all yours."
My face tilted down into his chest I took in a deep breath of his scent. "I'm all yours." I exhaled.
"What's that?" Denys eased back and looked at my face with a delighted but curious expression.
"I, ah-nothing, it's just been a really long day." Embarrassed, I gently grabbed his wrists.
"I thought it might be." He smiled and released me, turning and walking toward the kitchen.
I followed him and stood in the doorway, watching him retrieve my bottle from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet. Absorbing the soft cushion sound of the fridge door closing, the glass clinking onto the counter, and the wine pouring into the glass, I tried to ground myself in the moment and remember where I was.
As if reading my thoughts, Denys broke the silence "I don't want you to forget who I am to you, you know." He slid the glass toward me across the butcher-block island in the middle of the kitchen as he returned the bottle to the fridge.
I eagerly accepted the glass and took a long sip, "You mean, my therapist?"
"Bingo."
I smirked and took another, longer sip. "Okay so what does that mean, are we doing something weird tonight?"
"Depends on what you think is weird." Denys circled the island and walked past me with a mischievous grin toward the stairs. "Now I know you didn't come all this way to hang out in my kitchen."
I smiled into my glass before following Denys to his bedroom. As we rounded the top of the stairs, I noticed the door was closed.
"I don't want you to think I'm trying to dominate you exactly, but I know you've expressed a desire to be controlled. I want to play with that." He slowly pushed the door open, revealing a different scene from the night before. Clusters of pillar candles sat on his bedside table and on a tall wardrobe, flickering silently in the otherwise dark room. I leaned through the doorway and looked across the bed into the open bathroom to see candles on the sink, dancing peaceful shadows into the corners of the shower.
"Last-minute things, huh?" I stepped into the room and walked toward the bed. I sat and looked back at him, taking another long sip of wine from the already nearly empty glass.
He snickered. "The candles, yes. I want you to try to let go a little. Let go of that control you're constantly trying to maintain." Denys walked toward me and stood just a few feet away. "And let me take control."
I snickered and downed the rest of the wine, leaning over and setting the empty glass next to the candles on his bedside table.
"I know you trust me." He lowered his head, and I watched the flickering shadows play off the lines of his face, making a menacing expression of someone I found so safe. I noticed his usually piercing aquamarine eyes seemed dark and devious.
"You're probably the only one I trust." I looked down at the floor, feeling nervous.
"This will be good for you. Stand up." Denys commanded. "And go over there." He pointed to a spot on the floor as he moved past me to take my seat on his bed.
"I want you to undress for me. Give me a little show." Denys leaned back on his wrists and smirked.
I reached down, crossing my arms to grab the bottom of my sweater and pulled it up and over my head. Holding it out with my right hand, I dropped it on the floor. I slipped my fingers under my bra straps and down inside the C-cups, pinching my nipples between two fingers and flashing my eyes at Denys. He sat motionless with the same smile and a new rigid shape down the leg of his pants.
I ran my hands across my tattooed ribs to the waistband of my skin-tight leggings and folded them down to reveal my hip bones. I dipped my fingers down along my pelvis between my legs, then bent at the hips and slid my leggings all the way to the floor, taking my thong and socks with them. I tucked a thumb up inside the front clip of my bra and popped it forward to separate the two cups and rolled my shoulders to let it fall back, catching it on my wrists and holding it aside with my left hand. I released it on the floor and stood in front of Denys, nude and vulnerable.
He consumed me with his eyes, taking in all my tattoos, my round breasts, narrow waist, and my athletically muscular arms and legs. I studied the architecture of his own body stretched backwards on the bed and the tempting contour of his erection straining in his pants.
"Come here." Denys requested and I obeyed. I walked toward him and straddled his knees on the edge of the bed, sliding a hand up his leg and feeling the firmness and heat of his impatient cock. I pressed my warm, full pussy lips into his leg and left a wet smudge that made him grin. "Now, undress me."
I didn't mask my greediness as I ran my hands up and under his shirt, pulling it up and over his head as he raised his hands to facilitate. I slid one hand down the back of his head to align his long ponytail to its usual position between his shoulder blades and kissed his neck, collar bones, and shoulder before I took a step back. Squatting between his knees, I released the button and zipper of his pants and pulled them down from his ankles. With his jeans on the floor, I slid my hands up and around his thighs, and slithered up between his legs to mouth his cock through his boxer briefs. Even in the low light I could see its perfect shape, and I longed to taste him.
"No, that's not what I said. I said undress me. I didn't say please me." Denys gently pressed his fingers into my chest, pushing me back off him.
Disappointed, I gripped his waistband and quickly shuffled his underwear down his legs, tossing them aside. Sitting back, I fixed my eyes on his gorgeous cock, standing proudly and just barely wet with precum.
"I know what you want, Lauren. You want me. You want this." Denys gripped himself hard with his right hand, stroking his length and holding eye contact with me. My pussy ached and I wriggled from side to side on my knees, uncomfortable, and restless. "I love how bad you want it, so bad it hurts, doesn't it?" Denys cocked his head to one side and continued to pet himself, looking down at me.
I sighed, reaching my hand between my legs to soothe the aching but Denys intervened.
"Stop. Don't do anything unless I tell you to. I'm in control." And with that he stood from the bed and towered in front of me, petting himself and examining me on the floor beneath him. "Open your mouth."
