"Michael, I can't."
Without warning, he gave her a sharp slap on the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh, leaving a red handprint. He had surprised himself as much as her. Her moan combined with the flush over her body made him shake with need. "I said there would be punishment for arguing. That was a warning. Next time will be worse. You will come when I demand you do." He bent his head and gave the hand print a wet lick. Violet moaned softly again. God help him, she was enjoying him push her limits. He was soothing the red spot with open mouthed kisses when he plunged two fingers deep inside her without gentle touches first. She was so wet there was no real resistance, just tight warm wet heat. She reared up at the surprise claiming but gratified him when she rocked her hips back to meet the thrust of his hand. He pulled them out with agonizing slowness. When he spiked into her this time, he added another finger. Violet answered with a breathy grunt.
"You look amazing with my hand buried in you. Every time I look at this desk I am going to think about fucking you. Think about your gorgeous ass hanging over the edge, and you screaming my name." She actually squealed. He moved his hand so that when he entered her his thumb would bang her clit.
Soon Violet was near screaming. "Oh, Michael, please."
"Tell me this will always be mine.”
"Yes!" she screamed.
"That's my good kitten. Come for me now. Show me how much you love this."
Violet didn't think she would. Wasn't certain she even could, but when Michael demanded her orgasm as proof that she wanted this, everything burst forth. She felt herself grind harder into his hand and slap her hips against the desk. Her mind was like an explosion. Wave after wave rocked through her. She reared up and felt Michael's hand on her back pinning her down. His restraint of her brought a fresh wave of spasms tight around his fingers. She would have curled up in the fetal position if she hadn't been pinned facedown on the desk.
Her reaction to his words made the muscles from his abdomen to his solar plexus ripple in waves. Leaving him warmed, exhausted, and stunned, the feeling very like an orgasm without the actual release. Michael pulled her into his arms as she was still feeling the aftershocks. She couldn't form words yet. It was like her memory banks had been erased. Michael absentmindedly rubbed one of her nipples through the silk blouse, and her whole body shuddered.
"Kitten, I am not nearly done with you, I'm afraid. Put your skirt on, nothing else, and come with me."
"Michael, I have to let Allyn know I won't be coming home. It wouldn't be fair to him."
"Fine, call him, tell him you'll see him Monday. You will be with me all weekend."
Thankfully, he was holding her, otherwise her knees would have given out. She had wanted to see behind the doctor's courtly mask. She just hadn't been prepared for the raw intensity of him and the way he dominated her. Oh, all weekend? She was going to be useless by Monday, completely deliciously useless.
"Kitten?" Him calling her that made her muscles clench and her sex weep with longing for him. Michael stopped her thoughts with a tight grip on her arm. He shook her to rouse her back to the moment. "You need to know if you come with me, you live by my rules, even if you don't always like them. You are mine, to protect, to command. I won't let you go, ever. Be very sure that it is what you want. I will understand if you can't handle this. It is all new and raw for me, too, so I am giving you this last chance to back out. I don't think I can do this, be as sexual as I know you need, without being so dominant. I won't ever truly hurt you or humiliate you. I want you to think about what this was like. Unless I'm mistaken, you like me dominating you, but I want to hear you say it.
Violet's mouth worked open and closed without any sound coming out. Finally she was able to ask, "I'm just supposed to cede all power to you?"
"When we are together."
"Do I get to touch you? Because so far tonight you haven't let me. I can't do this if I can't touch you, show you how I feel. This can't be just you doing things to me. Sometimes, I want to make you feel good, too. I also need to know that it will be just me. No pain, no humiliation, no outside people.”
"Just you and me. You can touch me, eventually, as a reward if you are good." Michael smiled at her, then he added, "If you say no, I think I'll die, but I will understand.
"Michael, I wanted all of you, I couldn't want anything less even if I tried. Yes, your dominance scares me a little, but I think that might be part of the draw for you; I know it is for me. I have responsibilities that I cannot give up for any relationship, no matter what it involves. That is not going to change. I need to know that you will honor those, so yes, weekends are yours, but I still need to go to work. And there will be times I need to travel. More than that I can't give you. If you are willing to have my submission, on my schedule, then yes, I would like to spend the weekend with you.
Michael tried to hide his smile. Thank God! He'd felt more alive in the last hour than he had in his whole life. She was his. They were bound together in some way he didn't understand fully yet, but bound nonetheless. He didn't trust his voice, so he just reached for her hand and kissed it, recognizing the gift she had just given him.
She followed him to his condo in her car. Violet felt shy suddenly in the elevator. She hadn't buttoned her blouse, not knowing if that would go against Michael's rules but not really caring if anyone saw her. He liked her like this way. What else really mattered?
When they got inside, she was stunned by his place. It was very modern with lots of glass and concrete. The back wall was all windows that overlooked the harbor. The kitchen was open to the large living room with the eating area along the windows. There was a feeling of restraint to the decorating that was very in keeping with what she had seen of Michael before tonight. A gas fireplace opposite the windows had already been turned on making the room feel warmer despite the concrete and chrome. In front of the fireplace was a large flokati rug. The long-haired sheepskin looked so sensual, Violet wanted to strip bare and lay on it. This was Michael's doing, since before tonight she was sure she never would have even thought that.
"Kitten." Michael patted the couch next to where he sat in his chair. Violet walked over in a daze and sat next to him. He turned her face to his and kissed her. His kiss added to the blissed out feelings she had. When he pulled away, Violet whimpered at the loss.
"You are so beautiful, you make me afraid for my sanity." Taking a deep breath, he continued, "And for that reason there will be rules. If you break the rules I will punish you. I can't always promise you will like it." Violet tried to hide her gasp and failed. "First rule, when you are here you will leave your clothes at the door. I want you available to my touch whenever and whereever I want to touch you." She felt her eyes go soft and her nipples hard at his words. Despite the two exquisite orgasms less than an hour ago, she ached for him to touch her again. She was having trouble concentrating on his words as her sex dripped in excitement coating her inner thighs.
She was pulled from her thoughts when Michael yanked her across his lap, pinned her torso with one arm, and flipped up her skirt with the other. With his free hand he spanked her four times on her bare bottom. "Kitten, I do love the way your skin reddens when I spank you. I may have to find excuses to do it more. You will need to pay attention to me or you will give me plenty of opportunities. Not that I mind. Now take those clothes off. The cool leather will soothe your sore bottom.
She was so dazed she sat there for a second before realizing he would spank her again if she didn't move. She jumped up and slid her skirt off and unbuttoned the one button still done on her blouse, shucking it also. She started to put her hands in front of her to cover herself but stopped when she remembered Michael didn't want her to.
Michael saw her make the correction and smiled at her attempt to please him.
"You are my very own Lady Godiva."
"She had a town to save."
"You only need to save me, my sweet Kitten."
He patted the couch next to him again.
"I, I can't sit down," she stuttered.
"Why not?" Michael braced himself for her wanting to end their arrangement. He had taken a risk spanking her, but he wanted her to pay attention to him, and better to have it all out at the beginning.
"I...I can't sit down because I...I'm too wet." The last phrase came out as a sigh.
He smiled, thrilled with her honest reaction. She reacted so well to him, so quickly.
"For that, my beautiful princess, you deserve a treat. Would you like to undress me?"
Her eyes snapped up to his, flashing, and then she dropped her gaze subserviently. "Yes, very much," she said in that same breathy voice.
"Fine, but first I would like you to come and kiss me. Do not stop till I break the kiss, do you understand?”
Violet nodded and bent forward. He kissed her gently, at first running his hands over her body, fondling her breasts, running his hands down to the indent of her waist. He pulled her closer. He could feel her soften even more as the kiss continued. When she had no resistance to him, he smoothed a hand over the curve of her ass. His other hand tangled in her glorious hair cupping the back of her head softly but firmly. The hand on her ass followed the cleft down skimming over the tender pucker. She moaned into his mouth.
The heat from the fire combined with the burn from the spanking made Violet's ass cheeks feel like they glowed. His hands felt cool in contrast. His kiss was drugging her into helplessness. Her juices ran down her thighs. She purposely widened her stance to keep from rubbing them together, knowing that Michael had refused her that option. Her only hope was that he would finish her off later.
Michael knew she was ready. He slipped his fingers in her sex. She was so wet she was dripping. Michael coated his fingers in her juices, slowly drawing the wetness higher up the cleft. Violet was enjoying or oblivious to his intent. She was flexing her hips to increase the contact with his fingers, but he made sure to stay just out of reach. Finally he had worked the slick liquid to where he wanted it. His fingers were covered in her essence.
He increased the pressure on the back of her head just slightly, not wanting to betray what he was about to do. She gave no indication she was anything but lost in the kiss. He massaged her anus with his finger making her whimper and then plunged through the tight ring of muscle. She gasped but didn't break the kiss. As he massaged inside her, she threaded her arms up around his neck either to draw him closer or for balance. Soon she was rocking her hips back in time to the rythmn he set. When she did, he added his middle finger and continued the massage. She gasped louder and clung to him. He could feel her body starting to tense and let his other fingers tickle the stretched sensitive skin. Her moan sounded more like a wail, but she didn't break the contact. She had done so well.
Michael broke the kiss now. Easing her head onto his shoulder, he kept up the stimulation of his fingers inside and around her virgin channel. "Kitten, you have been such a good girl. Come for me now, kitten. It is okay to enjoy this." He looped his free arm around her for support as she started to tremble. She was wailing for real now, her body convulsing around the fingers inside her. The climax built up till the contractions were longer than the releases. He knew she wanted to sink to the floor. He held her up, making her ride the waves to their conclusion.
When there was nothing but the aftershocks left, he moved her to the couch to lie on her side. She curled up with her head pillowed on her arms, her eyes closed, taking ragged breaths. She was lost to anything but the sensations of her body.
Violet had dozed off when Michael roused her. "Let me carry you to bed. I'll make you comfortable, and you can sleep." He gathered her in his arms and she clung to him. As he moved to the bedroom, she snuck her hand under his T-shirt. He had said she could touch him. The thought this might earn her another spanking made her vagina clench with fresh desire. She felt bold and wanton, all of these feelings new and different for her.
Michael laid her on the bed where he had already turned back the covers. "Would you like some water? We never got any dinner. I'm sorry, I was so consumed with you I,..."
Violet stretched like a sleepy cat, languid and at home in her body as never before. "Am I allowed to tell you what I need?" She felt oddly shy asking him such a simple question.
He smiled down at her. "I'm afraid that I must make that a rule. It will be important to know what you need, but I may not always give it. There may be times you will beg for release or beg to have me touch you, and I will deny you. But food, water, warmth, basic necessities, those will always be granted. Pain that leads to pleasure is one thing, but I wouldn't ever want you to be truly uncomfortable, you know that. So what do you need, my sweet Kitten?
"Do you have any fruit? I am craving something ripe and juicy right now. Yes, a glass of water also. Maybe white wine if you have it, although it will go straight to my head without any real food." She looked down and said quietly, "You also said I could undress you."
"I will get you cleaned up, and then you can rest while I get some food together for us. Would you like a light supper in bed? Then you may undress me, if you wish."
"Before the food." At his mock glare, she shot back, "It is my treat, and I need it more than the food at this point."
"You are bordering on impertinence, but I will let you get away with it this time." Michael surprised her when he came back with a damp cloth from the bathroom. "Lay back. This will soothe you." The chill on her sensitized sex made her shiver but calmed the overheated nerve endings also. Then he ordered her to roll onto her stomach and tuck her knees under her. Now Michael worked the cool damp cloth over her anus. It felt unbelievably intimate and humbling to be in this position, since she couldn't hide anything from him. She hadn't realized she was sore and still sticky till he had finished washing her. As the cool soothed her, she moaned reflexively and quaked.
He caressed her ass when he was done. "There. Now you should be more comfortable. Pull the covers up and snuggle in while I get the food and drinks." Violet couldn't imagine sleeping, but the bed was so soft, and she was tired from the roller coaster of both physical and emotional mayhem. She would just close her eyes and relax a little while she waited for Michael.
Violet woke with a start. She had been having the most vivid dream, but as she tried to sit up she realized it hadn't been a dream at all. She was held tight in Michael's arms. He had burrowed through her hair so his forehead was against the back of her neck, his breath tickling warm between her shoulder blades. She could feel his chest against her back, the soft hair adding to the sensations. She tried to turn over, but he had her pinned. The only way she would be able to move was to wake him.
"Michael, Michael, I have to get up." she said softly. There was no change in the warm breaths. One of his arms was curled under her neck, and she was feeling devilish now that she was more awake. She turned her head and licked at his arm, then planted her lips and started to suck hard.
After a minute or so Michael woke with a growl.
"Woman! What the hell are you doing?
She looked down at the very impressive hickey on the inside of his forearm. "Marking you as mine. I need to get up to pee, and you wouldn't wake up." The hand around her waist moved to her ass and pinched her. She screamed and jumped out of bed, turning around to glare at him before she started to laugh.
"Come back quickly, seems lonely without you already." He looked like a naughty school boy.
In the bathroom, she plunked herself down on the toilet. She needed to try to make sense of what she was doing and why. She was a perfectly reasonable woman several hours ago, and now she was a willing captive, at least till Monday morning, in a sexually insatiable man's home. She had willingly agreed to this? She must have lost her mind. Of course in her limited sexual experience these last few hours were the most incredible, unbelievable stuff of fantasies. If she told some of the secretaries at the foundation about this they would think her a very lucky girl. He pursued her pleasure with a single-minded devotion terrifying in its in
tensity.
He hadn't asked for anything in return, and oddly that was the part that bothered her. She knew she loved him, had since the night he had gotten her through the storm in the hospital. Was this just about sex for him? As stunning as he was sexually, she had the odd feeling this wasn't normal for him either. If it was new, would the intensity burn itself out and then would he see there was a real relationship there?
Oh God. What if it really was just about the sex for him? No, she had seen how jealous he'd gotten when his friend had kissed her. That wasn't just about sex. That kind of anger had to be pulled from his emotions. She knew there was something there, even he wasn't sure what yet. She just needed to keep up with him till he could see it. Was it possible to die from too many orgasms? Now there was a project she'd bet a lot of women would be willing to become research subjects for.
She should get back in there. Oh, what was he going to do next? She was both thrilled and scared at the idea. He hadn't done anything to hurt her, just shocked her sensibilities. She splashed some water on her face to bring her to her senses again. She looked in the mirror at her reflection, and she had never looked better. She was roughed up but looked natural and like she had just come from her lover's bed, which she had. Her cheeks were rosy, and her skin glowed. She laughed to herself, depravity looked good on her. The hell with it. She was going to take this where it wanted to go. She liked being worshiped and ravished by Michael, but she would still be herself.
Her attention was caught by his shaving kit on the counter. She knew just how she was going to do it, too.
Michael was getting nervous. Was she hiding from him? She had been in there a while when he heard the shower go on. That confused him. Why would she be taking a shower in the middle of the night. He sat up in bed, preparing for her to come out and tell him she had had enough and was leaving. He was surprised she had stayed as long as she had. Could he beg her to stay? Tell her he'd just love her from afar? She could take her sexual pleasure somewhere else. He was lost in thought when he realized the shower has stopped. She walked into the bedroom. Her hair was dry, so had she showered?
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