“On your knees, little flower,” I say. The words come out clipped and harsh, but Rose pulls out of my arms and drops to the floor without hesitation. I don’t know how much experience she has with power exchanges, but right now, there’s going to be a major one.
She looks perfect kneeling before me, like a little princess I’m about to defile, and I like it. I like knowing I’m going to take her, conquer her.
I like knowing I’m about to devour her.
She kneels there with her hands on her knees and her head bowed. She looks submissive, even demure. We both know it’s not real. This is just a game and it’s one we both want to play. Rose isn’t really submissive in real life. She bends to no man. The fact that she’s bending to me, in this moment, makes her kneeling even more meaningful.
The fact that she would willingly obey me in the bedroom – or in this case, my office – makes my dick hard and my heart swell.
“You look perfect, you know,” I murmur, slipping off my jacket. I toss it onto the desk and begin to take off my belt. She doesn’t move or react. She just continues kneeling for me, waiting for me to give her another command, another request.
Rose waits for me because she wants me, wants this, and I want it, too.
“If this is going to work between us, we’re going to have a lot of honest discussions,” I tell her. At that, she does look up. “Eyes down,” I tell her, and she quickly lowers her gaze, then closes her eyes. “We’re not going to have lies between us, darling. We aren’t going to have secrets. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She licks her lips. I wonder if she knows how seductive she looks in this moment. “I understand.”
“Show me you understand,” I say. My cock is out now, hard and long, and I stroke it several times before Rose kneels up and presses her lips to it. I groan as she slides her tongue out and swirls it around the head of my cock.
Delicate.
Soft.
Gentle.
But I don’t want gentle right now.
I want everything she has to give.
All of it.
I need it, desire it.
“Oh, you can do better than that,” I taunt her. Rose’s eyes flash fire and I know she’s taking the bait. I know she’s about to show me what she can do. I know she’s about to show me how she can work a dick.
And she does.
She slides my length down her throat and swallows, sucking hard on my dick. She moves up and down, fondling my balls with her hands as she plays with me.
How many times have I fantasized about this exact moment? Far too many to count, and the truth is that the reality is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good on me.” She snickers as she continues to suck me. The sound comes out muffled, but yeah, it’s obvious that she’s snickering. I get the feeling Rose knows exactly how she affects me and I get the feeling that she loves it.
She loves feeling this power over me.
She loves feeling like I can’t do anything about the way she turns me on.
Well, it’s time for her to learn that two can play this game.
I grab her hair and pull, forcing her to look up at me.
“I need to be inside of you,” I tell her. She nods. Her mouth is still wrapped around my cock, still tight around my dick. She lets go of me and I help her to her feet. Then Rose kisses me. She wraps her arms around my neck and plays with my hair, strokes my beard, touches my cheek.
She kisses me softly, like a woman in love.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell her, and she stops kissing me.
“All of them?” Her voice is quiet.
“Now, baby.”
She steps back and begins to slowly undress. Each piece of clothing is carefully, slowly, tantalizingly removed. She tosses everything on the floor: not bothering to fold or hang the items up.
Good.
This is how I want her.
I want her wild and wanton and free.
I want her thinking about nothing except my cock.
Stroking my dick, I watch her undress for me. Her eyes are on me the entire time and that just makes me more excited, more anxious to be in her, more turned on for the moments to come.
When she’s naked, she stands there and waits for my next command, but I don’t have one.
I just want her.
All of her.
I sit in one of the chairs in front of my desk and motion for her to come to me. She walks over, swinging her hips as she does.
“Seductress,” I murmur.
“You love it.”
“I love everything about you.”
She blushes, but climbs onto my lap. Her hands find my shoulders and she steadies herself.
“Are you ready for me?” She whispers.
“Come on, baby.”
She lowers herself onto my length, groaning as I fill her.
“That’s it, little flower,” I murmur, gripping her ass. “Ride my cock, baby.”
“Fuck,” she hisses. Her breasts are bouncing in front of me and I reach out to pinch her nipples. Instantly, she squeezes my dick harder. I almost lose it right then, but somehow, I manage to maintain my dignity and avoid coming too soon.
I’m not some horny teenager on a first date.
This is me and Rose.
I want to make it good for her. Great for her.
As she rides me, I’m swept away with her. The moment is fucking hot, to be sure, but it’s more than that. It’s sweet and romantic and special because it’s with her. It’s with the woman I want more than anything else in the world.
It’s with the woman I love.
We come together, reaching our orgasms at the same time, and she melts into me. Rose lets her body fall against mine in the chair. Sweaty, sated, and happy, we hold each other, and I realize I never want this moment to end.