Alyssa had no idea how she was going to follow up on all her seductive words out on the porch, but she needed to think of something and quick. She didn’t have that much sexual experience to know how to pull off all her big talk. But, she’d mouthed off and now she needed to deliver. She wracked her brain, thinking about all the erotic books she’d read. Surely, there was something she could do that he wouldn’t expect and that would rock his world, but what?

She’d read stories where the woman was the dominatrix, but those women always seemed a little mean to her. She wasn’t into pain or anything truly kinky. Maybe if she didn’t do anything new, but just commanded him to do whatever, that would be enough. If he was doing it by her will, rather than his, would that be sufficient to excite him?

Maybe—and since that’s all she could think of, she would give it a go as they say. If it fell flat she would just confess that her mouth got ahead of her experience. She didn’t think he would mind all that much, as long as they both had fun and enjoyed the experience it was worth it. He was following behind her, so she sashayed a little more than normal to give him something to look at. She heard him suck in a ragged breath and decided it was working.

She went into his room and he followed closely behind her. “Lock the door.”

He snicked the lock closed.

“Now lock the door to the bathroom.”

He did as he was bid.

“Good. Now take off your pants.”

He lifted an eyebrow at that, but undid his belt and pulled it out of the loops and then un-buttoned his fly and pulled off his jeans.

“Good. Now your skivvies and socks.”

He was now naked from the waist down and looked to be rock hard, although his shirt was hampering her view. But, she didn’t have him take that off yet because it seemed kind of kinky to have him fully dressed on top and completely naked below.

“Pull your shirt up a little, so I can see that magnificent cock.”

When he did, she licked her lips and saw it jump in response. She grinned inside and decided she wasn’t doing too bad at her novice dominatrix bit.

She walked over to where he was standing and used one finger to run it up from the base of his cock to the top, where one drop of moisture pooled. She dipped her finger into the liquid and brought it to her lips to lick. She moaned at the delicious taste and Beau groaned and shut his eyes.

“Now, now. No shutting your eyes, my dear love slave.”

“You’re killing me, Alyssa.”

She shook her head. “Nope, just teasing you a little. You can take your shirt off now, so I can see all those muscles.”

He ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the side. She walked around him admiring his fully naked body. She squeezed his ass with one hand as she circled him. His body stiffened at her touch.

When she got back to the front of him, she touched one pec with one finger. “Very nice. Sit down on the bed.”

He complied and she lifted one foot to the bed between his thighs. “Please take my sock off.” As he pulled it off, her foot slipped and caressed his balls. She repeated the action with the other foot.

She moved in between his legs. “Take my shirt and bra off.”

She thought she felt his fingers tremble as he took off her shirt and unfastened her bra.

“You may caress my breasts.”

He didn’t hesitate to do so. She was getting so turned on by his reactions that when he touched her breasts she thought she might go off like a Roman candle. Maybe she should speed things up a little, before she killed them both.

* * *

Beau worshipped her breasts, gently squeezing and weighing them in his hands. He pinched the nipples and smiled as they furled for him. “May I use my mouth?”

She nodded her agreement. She was getting as excited as he was. He’d never had a woman command him in the bedroom and it was a wild turn on. He didn’t know how long he could stand it, but he was enjoying it while it lasted. He sucked on one nipple while he worried the other with his hand. Then switched sides.

She pulled back a bit, so her breast left his mouth with a pop. “Remove my jeans.”

As he did as commanded, he noticed the crotch was damp.

“And the panties.” Those weren’t damp, they were drenched.

“Good. Now put on a condom, Beau.”

“Yes ma’am,” he drawled as well as he could, with his throat dry as a bone.

When the condom was on, she climbed up on his lap and drew him inside her body. He groaned at the pleasure and she purred. Her little love slave act had them both on the razor’s edge.

She started moving on him and he worked hard to keep still until she told him differently. He was barely hanging on to his control by a thread.

She whispered, “Beau, make love to me.” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and held on tight as he did as commanded. It was glorious. He pumped into her and she met him stroke for stroke. When they broke, it was like fourth of July, Christmas, and New Years’ all rolled in together. It was the most erotic experience of his life.

After they could think again, he said in a gravelly voice, “I’ll be your love slave anytime, Alyssa. Any time at all.”

She laughed and pulled him close. “I’ll keep that in mind, Beau.”