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The sight of Olive sprawled over Paul's lap in the afterglow of her orgasm was so delicious, it almost set his heart aflutter. She wore total submission so well. He admired the dewy sheen of her flushed skin and the serene satisfaction in her expression. The firm points of her nipples were rising and falling with her heavy breath, and a few sweaty stray curls framed her round face. She could have passed for a Renaissance sculpture of an enraptured Saint, were it not for the spider gag stretching her lips wide open like a hungry bimbo.
Even though she was past the full-body thrashes of her deep climax, he could still feel her muscles contracting locally around the sensation of the plug in her ass. Considering it seemed to have been a while since she'd done any anal play, he was pleasantly surprised she had taken it so well. A well-trained submissive asshole like hers was hard to come by. It demanded to be pleased, put to use, pushed to its absolute limit, as did the rest of Olive's body.
But there will be plenty of time for that, and much more,
Paul reflected, as he absentmindedly drew figure eights on her body. He dragged his open palm from hip to hip, lingering on Olive's fuzzy pubic mound before looping back up to possessively grasp her breasts, arcing his grip over her throat between each one.
She's not going anywhere.
Olive, for her part, felt utterly overwhelmed. Her body was weak and a heavy cloud of bliss had settled over her mind. She gave herself permission to lie still and enjoy Paul's fondling, in the hopes that the physical touch would anchor her to earth so that she could think clearly. She reclined in his lap like a ragdoll. It was a sloppy mess between her legs where he had eaten her out. Her face was not much better: rivulets of drool streamed down her chin from her protruding tongue. The moisture made her skin slick and a little cold.
It had been so easy for Paul to awaken the submissive side of Olive that she had suppressed for so long. So very very easy. That traitor submissive inside her couldn't help but feel warmth for her master as she noticed his lustful eyes hungrily wandering her body. She caught a whiff of her pussy on his breath and supposed she should feel grateful for his magnanimity.
Well, Paul had made her feel really good, as promised. It had been literal years since she last came so hard. All she'd had to do was let go for a while. At the end of the day, there could be
worse
things in life than to let go sometimes, and to belong to someone so sexy, who desired her and knew just how to work her body... Indeed, she reasoned, if she succumbed, stopped resisting, and continued to obey, she could feel this good again, forever, and that was a titillating prospect...
Down, girl!
Olive quashed that line of thinking impatiently. It was nauseating how submissive she became when she was cum drunk. The angel and devil on her shoulders would fight many fierce battles in the future if she didn't want this weakness of hers to bleed into her work life. Olive dreaded the day they were ever in the courtroom together, because she knew this is what Paul would see when he looked at her. Not a bright law student, a worthy adversary, or a future peer. A drooling, desperate, horny slave who hung on his every word. The imbalance in their dynamic made her feel naked and powerless. She lay in his lap, naked and powerless, and wondered if there would ever be a way this could go differently for her.
"Olive," Paul started her from her ruminations by pinching and tweaking her tender nipples. She yelped in surprise and brought her attention back to his face.
"Did that feel good, baby?" he inquired softly. She nodded, and he leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Very good. I know this is a lot for you right now. I can see the wheels are turning in your head. You've been a very good girl."
The praise made the familiar thrum rise in Olive's eardrums like a tide. A new wave of submission threatened to crash over her ears and swallow her completely. A fresh rope of drool trickled from the side of her mouth.
"What I can't abide, though," Paul continued, "is letting good drool go to waste. Can you be a good girl and show Daddy you know what to do now?"
She felt a flutter between her legs as she realized she was being asked to reciprocate Paul's generosity. She shuddered to think where she might be the next time he made this request. She would be lucky if it only happened in the privacy of his home where no one could see. But, fair was fair. Not seeing any other options, she sat up in his lap, dutifully lowered herself to the floor between his legs, and set to work unbuckling his belt. As she fumbled with the buckle, the nerve endings on her fingers seemed to bristle against the soft leather. Olive blushed as she realized he'd spanked her with this belt before-- in another life, or so she had thought. Her asshole puckered around the plug at the memory.
She unzipped his jeans and freed his cock from his boxers tenderly with her hands. She cradled his balls with one hand while running her fist up the full length of the shaft. Olive was not a petite woman, but Paul's cock had a special way of making everything around it look small. It had surprised her the first time she'd seen it and learned that no, his dominant proclivities weren't compensating for anything. He really was
