She stood without speaking. I assumed she was going to crack open another bottle of wine. Much to my surprise, she took a step away from the table, and then crouched down in front of me.

She looked up. Her brown eyes were filled with want.

“Put your dick in my mouth,” she whispered.

Desire pumped through my veins like liquid fire. My cock throbbed. There was a long list of things she could have said that I would have objected to. Putting my dick in her mouth wasn’t one of them.

I sprung from my seat, reached for my zipper, and then hesitated. I’d made a promise to her the night before, and I needed to make sure I wasn’t breaking it. She said she’d agree to see me again if my reason for wanting to see her wasn’t about sucking my dick.

“What if I said I didn’t want you to?” I asked.

“It’s not about sex?”

“I won’t even mention it,” I assured her.

“Promise?”

I agreed, making a promise that I wouldn’t ask for a blowjob. More specifically, that I wouldn’t even mention it.

If I didn’t talk about it, I would be keeping my promise to her.

Normally, I’d have stuffed my cock down her throat, talking shit the entire time she gagged on it. It wasn’t going to be an easy task to keep my mouth shut, but if she was half as good at giving head as she thought she was, there would be other opportunities for me to talk shit, because I’d be back for more.

I unzipped my zipper and zipped my lips.

She wrapped her delicate hands around the shaft of my stiff dick, then circled the swollen head with the tip her tongue.

My heart pounded in anticipation.

She locked eyes with me.

Incapable of sex talk, or of giving any verbal direction, I simply gave a nod.

Based on her self-proclaimed ability to perform the task at hand, I decided to brace myself physically and mentally. I spread my feet shoulder width apart. Then, to minimize my desire to talk shit, I laced my fingers together behind my head. If she was as able as she wanted me to believe she was, she damned sure wouldn’t need my hands on her head.

I gazed in wonder as her full lips encompassed the entire head. With her mouth stretched tight around the circumference of my thickness, she paused and held my curious gaze.

My heart raced in anticipation of a blowjob that would undoubtedly etch its place in my memory. Her oral skills would surely be the topic of discussion at club meetings for years to come.

With her eyes locked on mine – and my cock protruding from her mouth – she winked at me.

In hindsight, I guess it was my warning. At the time, however, I took it as nothing more than a playful gesture.

There was nothing playful about what took place after that simple wink.

She engulfed my entire cock in one wet gulp.

The experience shook me to my core. I sucked a breath. My eyes bulged in opposition of what they thought they’d seen.

Just to make sure there was no confusion, she did it again.

And then, again. And again.

With my mouth flopped open and my eyes filled with disbelief, I stumbled backward until I hit the kitchen table. Now pinned between her very capable mouth and the edge of a two-inch-thick slab of maple, I was at her mercy.

She knew it, too.

She bobbed her head fore and aft like a dick sucking she-devil. Each stroke of her mouth convinced me her claim of “owning” me was accurate, and it scared me to death. Despite that fear, I couldn’t pull away.

I didn’t want to, either.

I was too busy watching a miracle unfold.

Her throat swelled as my shaft disappeared into it. When her ruby red lower lip came to rest against my tight scrotum, she paused, held her position for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled away. One inch at a time, proof of what she’d accomplished slid free of her wet mouth.

I gasped in disbelief of the sight. Uncertain of how long I could last, and even more uncertain that I wanted to take the chance of being owned by any woman, I considered pulling free, running to my bike, and riding away into the night’s darkness.

Instead, I planted my feet and prepared for the inevitable.

She reached for my ass, gripped it tightly in her hands, and took my hard shaft into her throat. After a shorter pause than normal, she pulled away, only to immediately take it deep into her throat again.

I was no longer a badass, a 1%er, or a man capable of resolving even a simple problem. She had sucked me into a submissive state of being. At that moment, I was truly hers.

Repeatedly, she took me into her throat without pause. With a blowjob-induced heart attack merely seconds away from becoming reality, she pulled free and gulped a breath.

I gulped one right along with her.

Like a teen who was experiencing his first sexual encounter, I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, fearing what was next.

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Hoping to take control of the situation, I locked eyes with her. She smiled. My eyes thinned. In response, she drew a slow breath, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed my entire length.

My cock disappeared into her mouth time and time again. My scrotum tightened. No more than two or three minutes had unfolded since she began her dick-sucking onslaught, but there was nothing I could do to prolong the event any longer. She’d taken me to the brink, and I was about to explode.

Wide-eyed, I stared in awe of what she’d accomplished.

My body tensed.

Two strokes of her mouth later, I moaned defeat as cum pulsed from the tip of my swollen cock into her warm, wet throat.

Only after she swallowed the last drop did she pull free. Then, after licking the tip clean, she looked up at me and gave me a confident smile.

She was right.

At that moment, she owned me.