by King Key
“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Roman!”
“My pleasure. Each small step we can take to put women in power means progress. I can give you some pointers, help you keep Kurt at your mercy. Like this.” Walking to the bed, she deftly disrobed, even with her gloves on, and shimmied her pantyhose down to her ankles. She sat on the edge of the mattress.
Kurt openly stared at the statuesque, raven-haired beauty in just her bra, gloves, pantyhose, and stilettos. Catching Gretel’s glare, he dropped his head. “Sorry. Mrs. Roman is just so…beautiful.” He blurted an afterthought: “Almost as pretty as you.”
“So Mrs. Roman is beautiful and I’m pretty!” Gretel shrieked.
“Punish Kurt later. Let me show you how to handle him.” Mrs. Roman spread her legs. “You know what I want.”
Kurt arose to walk to the bed, then knelt before the raven-haired goddess.
“Put your hands on the floor, palms down,” Mrs. Roman instructed him, guiding his face into her vagina. Planting her high heels firmly on the backs of Kurt’s hands, she explained to Gretel, “When you give him permission to give you cunnilingus, spur him on with enough pain to show you care enough about him to hurt him.”
Kurt flinched when Mrs. Roman dug her heels in moderately, but obediently sank his face into her vagina and licked eagerly.
Mrs. Roman closed her eyes to savor Kurt’s tongue while she immensely relished his abject humiliation. “When you provoke him, you put a little more zip in his effort to please you, either giving you face or old-fashioned sex.”
“Can I try something?” Gretel asked.
“Sure.”
Gretel, still smoldering from Kurt’s comment that she was pretty but Mrs. Roman was beautiful, swung her leg back and then forward to kick his butt—hard!
Kurt lurched and plowed his head deeper into Mrs. Roman. When Gretel stepped to one side, she noticed how enlarged his penis had become. “This is fun!” she cried.
Mrs. Roman dug her heels deeper into Kurt’s hands, shoving his face tighter into her, combining the physical stimulation of his tongue with the zeal of inflicting pain on him to build a quick, explosive climax.
Even though Gretel felt she had spent herself with Kurt, watching Mrs. Roman thrashing through her orgasms made her yearn to take Kurt’s role pleasing the woman who was morphing into a blend of role model, mentor, goddess, and fountain of bliss.
“Take your clothes off,” Mrs. Roman managed to hiss to Gretel while she squeezed every last ounce of climax from Kurt’s tongue and face. Looking down, excited by the drops of blood coming from the breaks she’d made in his skin with her heels, she felt one last ripple of ecstasy vibrate through her.
Gretel stripped quickly, hypnotized by watching Mrs. Roman gratify herself through manipulating Kurt. She started to kneel.
“On the bed,” Mrs. Roman said, wiggling out of her long leather gloves. Retrieving her pocketbook, she removed a pair of latex gloves and a small jar of lubricant. “Sorry for the gloves,” she said, “but I don’t want my fingernails to hurt you.”
Gretel was dumbfounded. This fleshly combination of Venus and Aphrodite intended to diddle Gretel!
Unlike Kurt when he received or gave pleasure, Gretel refused to localize or pinpoint the sensations. She vaguely sensed Mrs. Roman’s thumb sliding in and out of her anus in harmony with her ring and middle fingers strumming all of the hot spots inside her minor labia, while the experienced, dominant lady swept Gretel’s breasts with her wet lips, lingering from time to time to ignite the webs of dendrites extending inside Gretel from her nipples seemingly to the core of her being.
But mostly Gretel immersed herself in holistic waves of indescribable euphoria washing over her in hot, soothing, calming, maddening chain reactions. She felt herself submersing her will under the might of Catherine Roman, regardless of what Mrs. Roman might do to her. After micromanaging Kurt, it felt good to let go with Mrs. Roman.
Kurt wore an inscrutable expression.
Mrs. Roman turned and smiled matronizingly. “Do you feel the loneliness and envy of exclusion?” She chose vivid, emotional words to dig under his skin. “Or are you rapt in the beauty of the moment?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied simply.
“Get used to it, because that’s how your life will be from now on.”
Gretel knew Gretel’s Game changed forever. Taking charge drained her nerves and her physical strength. Now, whenever Mrs. Roman pleased, she would dominate Gretel; the older woman would take the burden along with the power.
Gretel smiled.
Also by King X Key:
Catherine Rules
Satan Wears Satin
Down for the Countess
Catherine, the Matriarch
(Note: Kink X Key is not the author of Miss Leaha by King Key)
For a complete catalogue of Erotic Fiction…
write, email or call:
Pink Flamingo Publications
P.O. Box 632, Richland, MI 49083, 1-877-629-0051
E-mail: [email protected]
On-line:
For Consensual BDSM, Spanking Fiction and General Erotica:
http://www.pinkflamingo.com
For our complete BDSM catalog:
http://www.eroticbooknetwork.com