[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Mind Control, and Non-Consent]
Lola looked down at her phone, sweat trickling from her brow. Other moistures were trickling elsewhere, but it was best not to think about that. She wanted to call Oliver. That was the truth. Each time she had been with him had been better than that last. Each time, she had wanted to see him sooner than before.
That was what made it so terrifying.
Lola was a professional dominatrix. She made the weakness of men her life, seeing them at their most vulnerable. Sure, the sex was nice, but normally she got off on just how pathetic her clients could be.
Oliver had been different. Sure, he had feigned weakness, but at some point during the session... he had changed. She thought back to that first session three weeks ago.
It was Lola's last session of the day. She was tired, but she put on a good face as her next client walked in to her "office" The office in question was a queen bed in the center of a large room. Depending on the client she would have different furniture moved in. Today was particularly boring.
The new client was an older man, probably mid thirties. His short dirty blonde hair was starting to form gray at its base. He was surprisingly fit, even with a shirt on Lola could tell there wasn't alot of fat on him. Her own outfit left much less to the imagination. A black leather motorcycle suit with a zipper at her pussy, it was so tight she could hear it stretch anytime she moved.
He smiled and introduced himself. "You're even more beautiful in person, I'm Oliver Arnton." He put out his hand.
Lola shook it. "Nice to meet you. So, you wanted a soft domination session?"
Oliver smiled "Yes I'm not really into bdsm, I just wanted to be on the receiving end for once."
Lola nodded. Requests like this weren't uncommon. Plenty of men with meek or uninterested wives wanted to sleep with a woman who would shove them on the bed for a change.
"Of course! You have me booked for the next hour and a half, so shall we get started?" Lola felt herself going on autopilot. She had done this a thousand times before.
Lola led Oliver to the bed and shoved him onto it. He smiled up at her. She gave him a stern look. "Strip. Don't make me wait." As the session went on she'd be able gage exact how hard to be on him. It was better to be on the softer side for now.
Oliver obeyed, slowly, but she'd fix that. With him shirtless she could see that his toned body. He didn't have a six pack or anything, but his stomach and chest still had solid muscles. Maybe this one wouldn't be so boring.
Once Oliver was fully nude, he laid back on the bed. Lola took a second to appreciate his cock. Thick, good veins, but that would be for later. She crawled on the bed and straddled Oliver's chest. She looked him in the eyes and unzipped the opening at her crotch. She grabbed Oliver's short hair roughly. "Lick until I tell you to stop."
Oliver smiled at her, but it wasn't the kind of smile she was expecting. It was like he was...humoring her? Like she was playing pretend and he was smiling along. Was he trying to piss her off?
The rest of the session was similarly strange. While she rode Oliver's face, he reached up and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling his face deeper into her. Sure it may have been him just trying to service her better, but his grip said something different. It said "You are not riding me, I am holding you here."
Lola hadn't been planning on letting Oliver actually penetrate her that session. She usually like to put that off as long as possible, to encourage them to come back again. But then she had looked at his cock while riding his face. Something about it was far more attractive then before. It looked better shaped for her. Like it would fill her in the best kind of way.
So she hovered over the cock, making sure to command Oliver to beg for it. However before he even opened his mouth, she felt her foot slip on the slip sheets. She fell down onto it, penetrated all the way to its base in one movement.
It took a second for Lola to recover. Her mouth was an open "O" before the snapped it shut. A deep moan had almost escaped her. Even as she mentally recovered her hips were already moving. His dick was fantastic! It pulsed inside of her and she could even see a small bulge at the base of her stomach everytime it thrust into her.
Lola felt Oliver put his hands on her hip, grabbing them tightly while she rode him. She tried to think of dirty talk, things to say about how she owned him, how he was lesser then her. She just...couldn't however. She couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say besides "Yes yes yes" as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Luckily Lola came to her senses before he came inside her. Just as his grip tightened, and his cock grew bigger inside of her, she lifted herself up. Oliver groaned as his cock shot streams of cum up into the air. Some hit her thighs, while the rest landed on the bed and his stomach.
