The Pendulum Swings

Dear Reader -

A heads up before you begin - I tend to write long form. I love a good story, interesting characters, plot twists and dominant sex. If you aren't into IR, D/s, cuckoldry-hotwife or if you are just looking for a quick read while sitting in the bathroom, my stories may not be your cup of tea.

If you stick around, I do hope you enjoy. I wrote here years ago under another name - but forgot the damn password and had to create something new. I do hope you enjoy.

The hum of the gym vibrated through the walls--barbells clinking, the low thrum of bass-heavy music, the occasional grunt of someone pushing their limit. But inside Donovan Raines' office, it was quiet. Not silent. Just... waiting.

Sierra James sat across from him, one leg tucked under the other, a blue spiral notebook resting on her knee. Her curls were piled high and haphazard, and the oversized black sweatshirt sliding off one shoulder bore the faded logo of some indie band he couldn't name. The contrast between her easy posture and the faint bite in her gaze wasn't lost on him.

"Six months," she said, flipping a page with her thumb. "I've only missed one shift--when my tire blew on Battleground. I covered it before you even knew. Revenue from the front-end product sales is up nineteen percent. New memberships are up twelve. And I finally got the CrossFit crowd to stop leaving their protein shake cups in the cubbies."

She looked up, all smooth confidence. "So. Am I still on probation, boss man?"

Donovan leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under the weight of him. His forearms rested on the arms of the chair, thick and cut, his fingers laced loosely in front of him. He didn't smile. He never smiled easily. But there was something in his eyes--a slow burn, not unkind. Just... measuring.

"You run my front like you own it," he said finally, voice low and even. "I like that."

Sierra's mouth curled, but not quite into a smile. "I do own it. Just don't get a cut."

He gave a slow nod, leaning forward now, elbows resting on the edge of his desk. "You're sharp, James. You read people. You defuse egos before they pop. You see more than you let on. I watch that."

Her breath hitched, barely, but it was there. "I see a lot of things, Donovan. Doesn't mean I always say them out loud."

That edge in her tone--soft, curious, a little rebellious--was exactly the kind of thing that made his jaw tighten. Not in irritation. Not even in warning. It was the way she pushed. Lightly. Just enough to see what might happen if she pressed a little more.

He didn't lean back.

Instead, he asked, "You like working here?"

She blinked at the shift, then nodded slowly. "Yeah. I do. It's got grit. Heart. Nobody's pretending to be perfect. And the sauna's a trip."

The one unique feature to Devil Dog Iron was the sauna - large, traditional - built by a Fin - everything imported from Finland to make it a traditional sauna. It was accessed by a fob, and limited to members who willingly agreed and were over 18.

A door in both the men's and women's locker room would open into a large room that contained the sauna - clothing optional, open to men and women. Many people wore towels, some - including Donovan did not.

That got a ghost of a smile from him. "You've been in?"

Her eyes locked with his, warm but unreadable. "Only when it's empty."

Something flickered between them then. Heat, awareness. A stretch of silence that wasn't awkward--but it was charged.

Donovan finally rose from his chair, all six-foot-one of him a wall of muscle and motion. He circled the desk, not fast, not looming--just present. Dominant by nature, not intention. He stopped next to her, looked down.

"You've earned your raise. Effective next week. You're off probation."

Sierra stood, not moving back, not looking up until her eyes were level with his chest. Then higher, slowly. "Thanks, Donovan."

He let her pass, but his voice stopped her in her tracks, "Sierra."

"If you're going to use the sauna after hours," he said, eyes steady, voice thick, "lock the door. You never know who might still be here."

She turned slightly, chin tilting, that slow grin creeping in like she couldn't stop it. "Maybe I don't mind."

Later that morning Sierra leaned against the front desk, sipping from a stainless steel tumbler that still carried the faint scent of peppermint tea. Her black leggings hugged her hips, her hoodie tied around her waist, and the fluorescent lights overhead did little to dim the mischief dancing in her eyes.

Across from her, one of the trainers--Dani, the petite former gymnast with a thing for tattoos and chaos--was whispering something and giggling like she was back in a high school locker room.

Sierra raised a brow. "Say that again?"

Dani looked over her shoulder, then leaned in like she was about to share state secrets. "I said I saw him in the sauna last week. Donovan. Just sitting there like a damn Greek god. Nothing but sweat and shadows. I swear I haven't looked at another man the same since."

Sierra laughed, low and throaty. "Girl, that's not sweat--that's intimidation steam."

Dani fanned herself and walked off, still grinning. That's when Sierra felt it--that awareness. That static in the air that always preceded his presence. She didn't have to turn. She knew he was behind her. Close.

"So," came his voice, smooth as bourbon, just over her shoulder. "Who's been seeing me naked and losing sleep over it?"

She turned slowly, still leaning on the desk. "Now that would be telling."

His arms were crossed over his chest, the fabric of his charcoal t-shirt stretching just enough to make her momentarily forget her place. There was a gleam in his eye that hadn't been there in the office--playful, sharp-edged.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Sierra."

She smirked. "So are you, if you're sitting around in my sauna giving people full-frontal hallucinations."

My sauna. He didn't correct her.

"You think it's made up?" he asked, voice dropping an octave.

"I think," she said slowly, dragging her eyes down his frame and back up again, "you're impressive. I also think the steam does weird things to young, eager imaginations. Especially when the subject happens to be, you know... the boss with a reputation."

He took a step forward. Then another. She didn't back away--just straightened up and folded her arms, meeting his intensity with a spark of her own. "So," he said, stopping in front of her, close enough that she could smell soap, cedar, and sweat. "You don't believe the story?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you think she was imagining things."

She tilted her head, letting the tension stretch, enjoying the push and pull. "I think she saw something that rattled her. I just don't think you're as flawless as she made you sound."

His brow lifted, amused. "Flawless, huh?"

"God complex is a heavy crown to carry, Donovan."

He leaned in, so close now his voice practically brushed her lips. "Then prove me human."

She blinked once, surprised--but not retreating. Her voice was quiet, sultry, but steady. "No. You prove her right."

A beat passed. Neither moved. And then someone in the distance dropped a barbell with a loud clang, breaking the moment. Donovan stepped back, just a little. But the glint in his eyes hadn't dimmed. "Careful," he murmured. "You don't want to start something you're not ready to finish."

Sierra's smile returned, lazy and slow. "Maybe I do."

She turned and walked straight into his office, leaving him to follow. When Donovan closed the door she smiled, "Prove it."

Donovan chuckled, "They say you shouldn't shit where you eat, are you sure you want to cross this line?"

Sierra James looked at her boss, "Chicken."

Donovan's eyes never left hers as he hooked his fingers in his joggers and pulled them, and his underwear down in one quick pull.

"Holy Shit - She wasn't lying. Jesus boss man, how the hell do you walk around with that thing just hanging there? It's fucking huge. Sierra marvelled as she moved closer, wanting a better look.

It was absolutely massive, a good 6-7 inches while completely soft, maybe even bigger, but its real power was in the girth. Thick at the base, tapered at the head, with a large glans which allowed gentle friction. As she watched, the majestic thing started to grow. Soon it stood straight out of his well groomed groin. It pointed right at her. And, Dani had not been hallucinating, it was... perfect. Each inch was more perfect than the last. Smooth, and black as the night, with prominent, masculine veins empowering it to its current throbbing state, capped with a prominent, angry head. Below it was a pair of two perfectly large, swollen balls, encased in a smooth, hanging sack.

Sierra' eyes went wide as she stared at it, and she almost went cross-eyed as she stared down its impressive length. It... it was enormous! Fascinated, she moved in closer to it, and she could feel the heat and power coming off of it. It was incredible! She'd never seen anything like it. She wasn't a prude by any means, but this was a new beast that needed to be tagged and released. She reached forward with one nervous hand and wrapped her little fingers around its thick, iron-hard base as best as she could, not getting all the way around its girth. Now that she had it in her grasp, she tilted the thing so it was pointed up towards her face.

"Believe me now?" Donovan asked as she looked down the barrel of the rifle. He never had a doubt what her answer would be.

"It's amazing. Oh my God!" she effused softly, enthralled, smiling slightly, looking at it with wide eyes, studying every inch as she tilted it in front of her. She was biting at her plump lower lip as she admired his massive cock. Sierra James knelt - she told herself it was to get a better view, but they both knew it was more than that.

As soon as the head of his lengthy cock was pointed directly at her mouth,, he slid his large hand down into her silky soft chestnut brown. "This is the bigge... mmMMMPPPPHHH!" she groaned as he pulled her gently forward, pushing his rock-hard cock into her hot and eager mouth, the thick, angry tip pushing past her smooth, plump pink lips.

"Mmm... that's it," Donovan sighed as he felt his little sister's tongue sliding along the underside of his pole. "Taste that big black cock, woman! Savour it. Fuck! Get used to it. Maybe this should be part of all of you little white girl's performance reviews. Maybe Dani needs to be evaluated." Donovan moaned with his hand on the back of her head, his focus entirely on his own pleasure. He didn't pull her deeper, she did that on her own. His hand just kept her from pulling back too far. Finally, the tip was pressed against the entrance to her throat.

Sierra' eyes were wide. The beautiful young woman had never had her mouth so full, despite having given a whole lot of blowjobs, but once again, she was sucking cock like she was meant to do and what a cock it was!. A big, fat cock in a hot and eager mouth. Her shock at having this cock jammed into her mouth slowly dissipated as she adjusted to his intense size. Donovan's black dick practically filled her mouth to the brim, her smooth lips wrapped around its girth, her tongue pressed against its underside.

Something in the back of her mind screamed that she was blowing the boss and everyone was going to think that's how she got the promotion. However, she wasn't trying to pull her lips off his cock, not in the slightest. Her tongue was licking the underside, savouring its masculine flavour. She was drooling all over it, quite frankly, her heated saliva coating the thick unyielding cock, leaking past her lips and down his shaft. Adjusting enough to feel like she could begin actively participating, she did her best to give him what she wanted, bobbing up and down on the top few inches of dick.

With his hand gently in place on the back of her head, he pulled her down, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth and down her tight throat. Her eyes went wide at this sudden invasion of a huge, thick cock down her throat. She didn't think she was capable of this. She didn't even think it was possible for any of his thick cock to fit any deeper. And yet, with his firm, confident grasp guiding her, she somehow took a few good inches of cock down her tight throat.

He held himself there, really staking out his dominance by staking his cock in her tight throat, forcing her to hold his dick in her mouth as her eyes watered. He held his cock in place, making her take it, making her experience its power first hand. Tears of discomfort slid down her tanned cheeks, but she wasn't fighting back. She was compliant, a submissive streak that she kept locked up tight was being unlocked. She certainly had potential, Donovan thought to himself. Finally, sensing her lack of air, he released his grip on her. She removed her mouth from his black and glistening cock as she panted deeply for air, refilling her lungs. His cock was coated with her spit, drool connecting his pulsing shaft and her open mouth. Her eyes were glassy with lust, and her skin was glowing. Donovan watched her, eager to see her reaction to sucking his mighty cock.

She looked up at him, a look of pure lust washing over her eyes down to her lips as they curled up in a wicked, hungry sneer. Then, eagerly, savagely, Sierra attacked his throbbing cock with her hot, wet, mouth. She dove forward, mouth wide open, attacking his iron erection. There was no hesitation. No fear. Sierra didn't even slow down as she forced herself deeper, taking inch after inch of black dick smoothly into her mouth. The thick meaty cock grazed across her smooth lips, and the underside slid across her hot, wet, eager tongue, absorbing its addictive flavour. She didn't slow down. She just took that cock into her mouth like a trooper. Her smooth, plump lips formed a tight seal around his thick shaft, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to properly suck the brutal older man's huge cock. She looked up at her big bro, her eyes still watery, seeking his approval.

"That's it, baby girl. That's it. What a good little cock sucker you are!" he groaned, closing his eyes in bliss.

Bent over, butt pushing out, the young beauty was getting seriously into this, her head bobbing as she knelt in submission for her handsome boss. She had never done anything like this, acted so incredibly slutty, and it was so exciting. She was energized by the filth she was taking part in. Add on to that the fact that she'd never seen anything close to Donovan's huge black cock, it was understandable as to why she was going a little crazy over it. Looking up, all she could see was his massive pole sticking out of her mouth, his fit stomach getting closer to her face as she bobbed on it and just the towering size of the rest of his upper body. Her drool was leaking from her mouth copiously, soaking the massive pole, leaking down to his massive cum-filled balls. Finally, desperate for air, eyes glassy, she ripped her mouth from the thick cock, as she gasped for air, through a lust filled smile.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, eyes glassy with lust, lips swollen as she gawked at her bossr's spit-soaked cock. Her hand still gripping the base of his throbbing prick, she leaned forward, extending her tongue and lewdly licking along the smooth shaft.

"Fuck!" he sighed, eyes closing with pleasure. Composing himself, he spoke up. "Told you I wasn't lying, slut" Donovan taunted. "You like that black dick?" he asked as she ran her tongue around his mushroom tip.

Looking down at her, her perfect ass, her large C cup tits swaying beneath her sports bra as she had unzipped her track jacket. He watched as she attacked his huge cock. He thrusted into her mouth as she kept at it.

Sierra was laser-focused on sucking him off, her hand had slid downward, massaging his balls as she blew him. Instinctually, she knew it would make him feel good. The true submissive slut inside her was being brought to the surface the longer this went on.

"Damn, girl!" he grunted, sounding almost angry the pleasure was so good. "Time to fill that little whore mouth, don't miss a drop or everyone is going to know what we've been doing," his voice a growl.

Sierra pulled him from her throat and sucked hard on the head as she stroked the stiff shaft. Her left hand lightly squeezed his hard balls as her right followed her bobbing head up and down his shaft. Sierra sensed his stiffening shaft and enlarging head and knew he was close.

"That's it, baby girl, drink it all" Donovan growled.

She teased the head repeatedly with her tongue as her head bobbed quickly on his cock. Her hands increased their pressure and speed too. Seconds later, Donovan couldn't take any more and his cock exploded in Sierra's hungry mouth. His hands held her head in place as he pumped what seemed gallons of his cum into her voraciously sucking mouth. Sierra collected all his seed in her mouth and waited for him to finish. Her tongue tenderly continued to tease the underside of the head, drawing out his orgasm and making him tremble with his release.

Finally Donovan said, "Damn, woman. If I had known you could do that, I would have promoted you months ago."

Sierra pulled off his slightly softening organ and swallowed the load of cum in her mouth. It slid thickly down her throat and into her waiting tummy. As Donovan had cum, so had Sierra. Several delicious little orgasms had shaken her lithe body and those plus his appreciative words made her smile up at him.

Donovan winked at her, "Did you cum from sucking my dick?"

Sierra blushed as she nodded and took Donovan's hand to help her stand. "I did. Got to be honest, never had that happen before."

Sierra adjusted her hoodie as she stepped out of Donovan's office, legs still unsteady, thighs tingling, lips slightly swollen from everything they hadn't said but had absolutely done.

She hadn't meant for it to happen--not today, not like that. But the moment he touched her, leaned in, took what he wanted while making sure she wanted it even more... well, resistance had gone the way of logic and good decisions.

Now her curls were half-frizzed, half-flattened, and her hoodie had been zipped with trembling fingers. Her walk was off. Not a limp. Just... loose. Satisfied.

And she was smiling like an idiot.

She barely had time to reset her expression before she rounded the corner and spotted the couple standing at the desk. The man looked out of place--young, clean-cut, wearing a quarter-zip that screamed country club casual. His glasses were designer, his confidence loud. The woman next to him was shorter, fit, with an open, wholesome beauty. Ponytail. Yoga pants. Scrubs peeking from her bag.

And both were staring at her. Hard.

The man's mouth twitched. The woman looked amused.

They heard.

Sierra blinked, grabbed the ringing phone, and put it to her ear. "Devil Dog Iron, this is Sierra. How can I help you?"

The man stepped forward. "I need a tour. And I'd like to speak to the manager."

Sierra held up a single finger without looking away from the computer screen. "One moment, please."

That wasn't good enough.

"I don't think you understand who I am," the man said, puffing his chest. "I'm a junior partner at Carson & Fielding--maybe you've heard of it? I'm looking to purchase a premium membership, possibly private training, and I don't appreciate being made to wait."

Sierra ended the call, placed the phone gently back in its cradle, and smiled. "I understand. But I was on the phone, and I asked you to wait. Now, what kind of membership are you looking for?"

He scoffed. "I already told you--premium. And I said I want the manager."

Sierra didn't flinch. Her tone stayed professional, her posture easy. "That's me. I manage the front-end operations. If you're looking for training, we can schedule a consult with a coach. If you're looking for something... else... you're going to need to lower your voice."