Narrowing mine in response, “Punishment, Sophia.” Emphasizing her name so that she understands I don’t appreciate the lack of respect in her tone and her demeanor, she quickly amends her posture and facial expression. “It’s also time for you to trust me, so we will move on to bondage tonight, too,” I state resolutely. It’s not a request.
Sophia nods her head in agreement, knowing it’s pointless to argue and that there is nothing to argue over anyway. “You’re right, Dom. What time do you want me to come over?” she asks contritely.
Something is still off. I feel it, I sense it, and I know it deep in my bones. She’s still holding back for some reason but why is not clear to me yet. Tonight will be telling. The cushioned handcuffs are waiting for her in the playroom. My hand craves the feel of the leather flogger and its soft leather tails. Under my persuasive techniques, she will not be able to keep her thoughts to herself any longer.
“You will ride home with me after work. We will go out to eat first and then once we’re behind closed doors, you are all mine,” I firmly command.
“Yes, Dom. Is there anything else you need from me before I get started this morning?” she asks sincerely.
“Yes, there is,” I say. I wait, watching her for any hint of rebellion, but I don’t see it now. She waits patiently for my command. “I’ve missed you. I haven’t had a good morning kiss yet.”
She smiles and walks across my office toward me. I stand and meet her in the middle. She splays her hands out on my chest, under my jacket, and slowly runs them up and around my neck. She presses her body up against me as my arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer into me. Tilting her head back, she reaches her mouth up to meet mine.
Our kiss is hot and consuming. It’s becoming a living entity that has suddenly taken on a life of its own. Her taste is exquisite and unique. Her smell is inviting and intoxicating. I crave the feel of her soft, supple body in my hands. Her submission is only hers to give and she freely chooses to give it to me. She gives me strength and she is my undoing.
Running my hand along the smooth skin of her upper thigh, I move upward under her skirt. It’s Monday, but she’s still not wearing any panties. Groaning into her mouth and punishing her lips with my kiss, my fingers find her wet core and I thrust two into her. She welcomes the sudden intrusion as her knees bend and her hips involuntary jerk as she reaches her climax. Increasing my tempo and pressure, she moves faster and faster until she can no longer contain her orgasm as her body shudders with wave after wave of pleasure.
“Damn, Sophia, watching you makes me want to fuck you right here on my desk,” I growl out at her. “In fact, I think I will.”
Her whimpering response says she’s submitted to me once again. Whatever was on her mind when she entered my office has dissolved into pure satisfaction and willingness to obey. As I devour her neck, my stubble marks her skin, leaving evidence of my claim.
“Go lock the door,My Angel,” I command with a whisper and intently watch her as she sashays back to me. She stops immediately in front of me, and without warning, I thread my fingers through the hair at the base of her neck with one hand while pulling her skirt up to her hips with the other.
Whirling her around, I push her face down toward the desk and use my foot to spread her legs farther apart. “This will be quick, but you will not come before I tell you to. Do you understand, Sophia?”
“Yes, Dom” she murmurs in response.
After dropping my pants to the floor, I grab her hips with both hands. “Hold on to something,” I suggest, but I don’t really give her time to respond. Thrusting forward, my cock finds her already wet entrance and I slide in to the hilt. She cries out and quickly bites her hand to muffle the sound. I continue plunging into her repeatedly as her muffled moans increase in tempo and volume. I feel her body gripping me, squeezing me, and she tenses to try to stave off her impending orgasm.
Leaning over, I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her up to meet me. Grinding into her for the final time, I roar into her ear, “Now,My Angel, come for me now.” Her body can’t hold out any longer and I feel the warmth of her orgasm flow over me as I empty myself into her.
Sophia folds over, limp, onto my desk, as I lovingly stroke her back and tell her how wonderful she is. Gently pulling back, I move quickly to the restroom in my office and return with a wet washcloth to clean her up. She hums and a sweet smile is fixed on her face.
* * *
It’s beena long damn day when Sophia and I finally leave work and head for my car. She looks perplexed as we approach it but she’s not questioning me. “What’s on your mind, Sophia?”
“I was just wondering if I should drive my car or not.”
“No. Tucker will send someone to pick it up,” I explain as I open the door and she gets in the passenger seat.
“Where you would like to go eat, Sophia? Your choice tonight.”
“It’s been a really long day, Dom. Would you rather just eat something at your house?”
“Not a chance, love. I’m showing my girl off tonight. You are too beautiful to keep hidden away.”
Her beautiful blush flashes across her face and she lowers her eyes. I chuckle to myself, close her door, and jog around to the driver side. Climbing in, I’m still smiling wide at her embarrassment. “You really still get embarrassed around me, love? After all the time we’ve spent together and all the intimate things we’ve done to each other?”
The blush deepens to red as she laughs heartily. Her mood is much better now and my assessment that she’s been holding on to some perceived hurt becomes more viable. It’s taken her most of the day to finally return tomySophia, just as it has the past several Mondays.
“It’s just that you’ve always stayed at my condo. I’ve never even been to your house before. I was beginning to feel like you were ashamed of me or something,” she replies.
The thought has crossed my mind before that she would think that, but nothing could be further from the truth. “No,My Angel, I’m not ashamed of you at all. There’s only one reason why you haven’t been to my house yet.” I inform her.
“Why is that?” she inquires.
Taking her hands in mine, I bring them up to my lips and gently kiss them one at a time. Choosing my words carefully, I explain, “Because you weren’t ready for this yet. Your past experience with punishment scarred you and I won’t add to that. Sophia, I had to make sure that you’re in this for the long haul. That you won’t run the first time you feel scared. That you know I wouldneverhurt you like he did.”
