Monday Morning Quickie - My New Boss Set The Rules
He demanded I sit at his feet. As a feminist, this invoked rage in every fibre of my being. But I still did as he said.
He changed from a romantic partner to a demanding lover. The hardest thing to admit to myself, is that I loved every moment.
He demanded I sit at his feet. As a feminist, this created rage in every fibre of my being. But I still did as he said. He lounged back as I knelt between his knees. Unzipping his trousers, I sat back on my haunches, waiting for instructions.
‘Take your top off.’
I peeled the vest over my head and looked into his eyes, defiant in obedience.
‘Did I say you could look at me?’
I looked down. A flush of anger and lust shot through me. He slid his fist along his length as it throbbed to attention.
‘And the bra.’
I pinged it open, slipped off the straps.
He’d seen me naked so many times, but this time, I felt like he was truly seeing me. A shiver sent temptation from my scalp to my toes. My nipples shot to hard buds. My clit twitched.
‘Suck it.’
He’d always been a sweet talker.
This was new, scary, and as horny as fuck.
I leant forward, lapped at his slit, tongue wet around the round heavy tip.
He grabbed my head and pushed me down. Almost gagging, I had to move back if I wanted to breathe. As soon as I sucked and licked, he relaxed a little. Just enough to allow me to bob up and down on his rock hard cock.
I clawed at his thighs until he pinned my wrists so I couldn’t try to wank him. My mouth had to do all the work.
He banged his end into my cheek. Groaned loudly. That was new.
He was my whispering lover, not a loud fucker. I’d made him change, made him react that way.
What a fucking buzz!
As if to reassert his dominance, he let go of my wrists and twisted my nipples, hard. I savoured the shot of pain, sucked harder in appreciation.
His strong fingers dug into my shoulders.
‘I’m coming!’
I wanted it in my mouth, my throat. Without his usual apology.
I purred in anticipation, but then without warning, just as I opened my mouth, ready for his load, he pushed me off.
Grabbing his length in his fist, with one last stroke, he shot his sticky threads over my tits.
I watched as it laced between my nipples.
He swore loudly as he rubbed the lush stench of stickiness in circles and into my skin. As his cock softened, he pushed his sex-stenching fingers into my mouth. I suckled without shame.
My legs opening like a bitch on heat. He dragged me upright.
‘Strip!’
I couldn’t get my jeans off quick enough before he pulled me onto his lap.
My nipples rock hard, he licked his cream from them. Teeth pulling them into stretched aching teats. I dripped on his thigh as I slid against him, trying to give my clit some long awaited action. His cock soon hard again.
He lay back and issued one last command.
‘Fuck me.’
I held my pussy over his cock. Lowered myself until I could feel his end on my lips, and dropped hard. I took him all, every fat, satisfying, agonising inch in one mind-blowing move. He held my hips as I bucked. Bit my tits as I rode. Rubbed my clit as I came.
Now we had truly fucked.
Would we ever make love again?
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