The minute I get into the door, I make a beeline for the playroom. I can’t wait to see her. I’m ready for training to really begin. I drop the keys on the foyer table, making a loud clinking sound, and start undressing, leaving the jacket on the floor as I make my way to the stairs. I loosen my tie and pull it off as I push open the door, revealing my treasure.

She’s still, and in the exact position she should be in. The sight of her gorgeous curves and bared pussy makes my dick that much harder. She stirs slightly when she hears me walk in. I close the door gently, but I’m not nearly as quiet as I have been.

She rights herself instantly and goes motionless.

I know exactly what to do with my treasure. I strip down to my slacks as I make my way to the dresser. It’s filled with a variety of gear and toys. I have to open three drawers before I get to the one I need. I look over my shoulder and Dahlia is perfectly still, exactly how she should be. There are a few vibrators in this drawer, in all sorts of sizes. A large wand with a round head making it resemble a microphone in its build, bullet vibrators, butt plug vibrators, an egg with a remote. There's something for every mood and whim. A rough hum comes up my throat as I take each one in.

“Good girl, treasure,” I say as I place my hands on the edge of the drawer. “How was your day?”

She answers as I keep my back to her while I debate on which one I should choose. “It went well, sir.” Her voice is so soft I can barely hear her. “And yours?”

“Speak up.”

“And yours?” she repeats herself. I settle on the wand.

“Draining and unfulfilling up until now,” I say as I shut the drawer with the wand in my right hand.

“On your back,” I give the command as I shove my pants down and kick them off beside the bed. Dahlia’s quick to turn on her back. Her breathing is coming in a little quicker now. Her eyes stare at the ceiling, and her arms lay at her side.

“Look at me,” I tell her. “I want to see you when I talk to you.”

“Yes, sir.” A trail of goosebumps runs down her front as she answers me, pebbling her pale rose nipples. It takes a lot of restraint not to suck them into my mouth. But I refrain. She needs this first.

“We’re going to work on what excites you, Dahlia. I’m going to train you and your body, condition you really. I’m going to make you desire me in any way you can have me.”

I crawl closer to her and tap on her inner thigh for her to spread her legs, which she obeys immediately.

“I want you to tell me about your fantasies, Dahlia.” Her eyes widen, and her body stiffens as I run the tips of my fingers from her clit down to her opening. She’s soaking wet. Fuck, the very sight of her makes me want to take her. I’m dying to be inside of her hot pussy, but I have to wait.

Her breathing gets heavy, and she licks her lips. “I can do that.”

I run the tip of the wand through her folds. She sucks in a breath of air from the chill of the steel. “You’re going to tell me all your fantasies, Dahlia.” I turn on the vibrator as it hits her opening. Dahlia’s eyes close, and her lips part slightly. She doesn’t move though, she knows better than to move. I slowly work it up to her clit, watching her face and her body for her reactions. I want to know exactly where that sweet spot is. Her thighs twitch, and her back arches slightly as I reach the underside of her throbbing clit. Bingo.

“But none of the ones you’re thinking.” I continue my path over and around her clit and then back down. I can see how much she’s resisting the need to writhe with pleasure. If I have to, I’ll restrain her, but I don’t think I’ll need to.

“So tell me your fantasies,” I say easily, getting comfortable in my position and knowing this may take a while.

“Any?” she asks me.

I shrug and say, “You can. You’ll see what they reward you.”

She takes in a sharp inhale as I round the sensitive spot and then she starts, “I dream about being alone at night.” Her voice is soft and husky. A blush brings color to her chest and face.

“There’s a man behind me. I can hear him, but I’m too afraid to turn around so I walk faster, but he catches me.” Her breathing comes in quicker, and her body tenses as the vibrator comes closer to where it needs to please.

“He pins me to the brick wall of an alley,” her voice goes tight with need, and her thighs tremble as I hold the wand in place.

“Who is this man?” I ask her, my dick hard with need.

“No one, a stranger, I don’t know,” she answers quickly.

She whimpers when I pull the wand away and leave her on edge. The hum fills the room as her eyes snap open and she stares at me with hurt in her eyes.

“Let’s try a different one,” I tell her. Her mouth falls open, and she swallows thickly as she realizes what I’m doing. She closes her eyes and nods.

Her throat is hoarse as she slowly says, “I… I dream about being on a date.” Her forehead is pinched, and I know she’s lying.

I pull the vibrator away and she doesn’t even look at me. “Don’t lie to me, treasure. Next time I’ll punish you.”

“I’m sorry,” she says weakly.

“Maybe I should tell you a story?” I offer, “and you can finish it?”

“Yes please, sir.”

“I dream about taking a beautiful girl and locking her in my office at work.” Dahlia’s eyes snap open, and she looks back at me with a questioning gaze. “She stays under the desk as I sit at my chair.”

“Do you think this could be your fantasy?” I ask her.

She nods her head, shifting slightly on the bed. I quicken the pace of the vibrator as she starts her story.

“I wait for you on my knees.” She bites down on her lip and then looks back at me. “You take your cock out as you sit down and stroke it. A bead of precum starts to drip,” her voice goes a little higher as I put the vibrator to the underside of her clit and hold it there. She struggles to stay still as she continues her story. “I lick it. You moan,” her head thrashes to the side. “So sexy when you moan like that.” I ease off the pressure and massage circles around her clit. “You love it when I take you in deep. Your hands fist in my hair.” Her breathing picks up as I put the vibrator onto her most sensitive spot. Her face scrunches, and her mouth opens wide.

“Keep going, or I’ll stop.”

Her fingers dig into the mattress as she continues. “You shove your cock down my throat. You push me up and down your dick. I can feel you all the way at the back of my throat!” Her upper body lifts off the bed as she screams out, close to her release.

My dick twitches with the need to give her what she needs, but I can’t. Not yet.

“And then I pull out of your mouth.” I continue with the story, letting her concentrate on controlling her body. Her breathing comes in harsh pants. “I pull you up, grabbing the hair at the base of your skull.”

Her mouth makes a perfect “O” and her body tenses, her neck arches. “And I kiss you. I take your lips with my own,” her body trembles and I capture her screams of pleasure as her orgasm crashes through her body. My tongue tangles with hers and I eagerly climb between her legs, shoving my dick into her hot cunt.

Her back bows, and she breaks our heated kiss to scream out into the hot air between us. I buck my hips, slamming ruthlessly into her and riding through her orgasm.

I stare into her eyes, knowing I want that with her. That fantasy. I need it in my life.

I pick up my pace, already feeling my orgasm approaching and watch as the realization of what’s just happened crosses her eyes.

I almost say words I don’t mean. I’m just caught in the moment. But as she cups the back of my head and crushes her lips against mine, I lose control of everything. I kiss her back with a passion I thought I once knew and I bury myself to the hilt, spilling my cum deep inside of her tight walls.

As the waves of pleasure wrack through me, I ignore the thoughts creeping in. I see her beautiful eyes shining with devotion, and I close my own, wanting to deny what’s clearly between us. Our ragged breath mingles as I stare at the nightstand and try to pull myself together.

I purchased her as a distraction. That’s all this is. Even as I brace my body on top of hers and catch my breath while she softly kisses my neck, I ignore the feelings creeping into the crevices of my mind.