The next day I returned to my office. I called Gael in. She was wearing a tight red dress, with high heels, and she looked quite exquisite.
“Do you have my report?”
She slammed a piece of paper down in front of me. I took it into my hands and began reading. She stood there, her bitch shield fully up, and she showed this with her body language, as she had both arms tightly crossed in front of her chest. I looked up at her, chuckling.
“Mmm…mmm…oh yes, I see. Good. You knelt. I like that.” I glanced up at her and she was staring out the window, as if she did not want to be there. Perhaps she didn’t. Who knows. All I knew I was enjoying her report. “Oh, he fucked you from behind.” I looked up at her. “Really?” I continued reading. “Ha! You feigned an orgasm…and now you hate me?” I looked up at her. “Oh Gael. I am so hurt.”
“Fuck you!”
I read some more. “Oh, but I am glad you admit that you were thinking about me the whole time.” I put the paper down. “This is a good report Gael, and I am so sorry I ruined your whole evening.” I laughed.
She sighed and shook her head. “Why the fuck are you reading this right now? Can’t you do this at another time, when I am not around.”
I picked the report up again. “No Gael, I cannot do it at another time. This is the time. So just stand there. You are getting paid for all this.”
“What? Am I some sort of prostitute?”
“Now Gael, you should know better. No, you are not a prostitute. I am training you to be my personal assistant. And with that job comes a lot of responsibility. Understand?”
She said nothing.
I raised my voice. “Do you understand?”
“YES!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, SIR!”
A slight smile came across her face. This was good, because this was all a game, a type of seduction, and Gael was willingly and gladly playing along. But as briefly as the smile came, she quickly suppressed it and resumed her bitchy, haughty, and defiant nature. I still was not quite sure when she was pretending, and when she was actually being a bitch. But I would find out, eventually, once she had been definitively broken and trained to do my will.
“Oh, well…well. Tell me Gael, did he come inside you?”
“What?”
I examined the paper, reading through it again. “You heard me, did he come inside you?” I snapped my my forefinger against the paper, nail first, and gave her a stern look. “You did not mention it here.”
“What difference does that make to you?”
“Oh, it makes all the difference to me. Trust me. You may not understand at this moment, but you will, in time.” She stared at me, again with the blank stare that told me she was unsure of exactly what to say. “Well, did he? Yes or no.”
“Yes, he did.”
“And did you want him to?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I like it when he finishes in me. It just feels very satisfying.”
I put the paper down, opened a draw in my desk, and put it in. “That is good for today Gael. You have other work to do. We will meet again soon to discuss your next project.”
She stared at me. Her lips were moist and her eyes a bit watery. She was no longer holding her arms in front of her chest.
I picked up the phone on the desk and began dialing. I had an old rotary phone, but one that could still be used as a smart phone. A rare but expensive item because I enjoy vintage things. Dubai was set to transfer about half a billion that afternoon and I needed to finalize the details. “As I said, Gael, you can go now.”
She slowly walked out of the room, not in the brisk way she usually does, but with a more relaxed, sensual walk. It seemed as if she did not want to leave. As always, her ass was lovely.
Time passed and for the next week I was out of town on a business trip. Some business deals are better handled in person, and so a few clients in Switzerland needed my attention. Gael did not know this, as I did not tell her. I usually do not tell my employees my plans. That is, those that have not earned my complete trust.
When I returned I was in my office, early in the morning, enjoying a cup of coffee. It was still too early for bourbon and the building was mostly empty. All I could hear was the morning janitor mopping the floor. Yeah, I was there that early.
Gael suddenly stomped into my office. “Why the fuck did you not tell me you were going to be away?”
I took a sip of my coffee and stared at her. I said nothing.
“Well? I mean you just leave me here for the week to do my work. Without any notice? Is that fair?”
“I am a busy man, Gael.”
She walked up close to my desk and leaned forward. “Yeah, no shit. But too busy to at least give me the courtesy of letting me know you are going to be gone for a whole week?”
“You are a big girl, Gael, you did not need me here to tell you what to do. And I am sure you did quite well.”
“Well, there were a few things I could have used some help on, you know.”
“I am sure you did fine.”
“And my husband has been away on his own business trip. He won’t be back until next week. Shit, I mean, don’t you even care…” She caught herself and stopped speaking, leaving all her emotions to be conveyed through her bright blue eyes. Her anger was obvious. She then stepped back as a wave of embarrassment was clearly starting to overcome her. Her face turned bright red.
I adjusted my tie and took another sip of my coffee. “Well, that should have given you a bit more time to do your work. That is what I want, for you to devote all of your free time to this job. You can only succeed here if you do that.”
“Well, I tried. But there are a few issues I have. We need to go over them.”
“Alright. We can do that.” I spoke calmly.
She relaxed her posture and softened her voice. “Do you want me to bring the files in here? Later on, after work?”
I stared at her for what seemed to be about a minute and put my coffee mug down. It was my favorite mug, since I got it at a newly opened Buc-ees. I had seen the potential in this business when they first came out, but although I wanted to, they had not gone public so I could not invest. Still, I loved the whole concept of the gargantuan gas station and had become quite the fan. Plus the beaver was quite cute. I like beavers.
“No. We are going to go over this at your place. Tonight. After work.”
Gael’s face first turned white with horror, then bright red. “What? My place. No, we cannot do that. Absolutely not. That is a line I will not cross.”
“Oh yes we are. And to even make it easier, you can get off early today, and go there and prepare for our meeting. You can leave by three. How is that?”
“No, I can’t! I simply cannot do this. THIS is too much, you fucking sadist.”
I stood up from my desk and walked towards her, standing close by her, close enough to kiss her. I gently touched her shoulder, and ran my fingers up the side of her neck and over her cheek and ear and through her hair. My voice was low and deep and steady, full of cool authority. “Oh, you can. And you will. Tonight. At seven. I will be there.”
She stared into my eyes, and moved an inch towards me and whispered, “Do you want me to make dinner first. Will that be better, sir.”
“Yes, dinner first would be nice. It is something I might expect from my personal assistant.”
She stood back and slapped me across the face. “Well fuck you! I only cook for my husband. Period.”
I laughed. “Nice one, Gael! You are quite the brat, aren’t you.” She crossed her legs and tapped the tip of her shoe against the floor while looking away. “No, you will cook me dinner, Gael. Something nice. I will have an appetite.” I walked backed towards my desk. “Now, go. I have things to do.”
She briskly turned around and walked towards the door.
“Gael, you will do this. And I will be there at seven. Understand?”
She stopped at the threshold and turned her head back a bit, but just a little bit. “The only thing I will ever fucking cook for you is something in the microwave. And even that will be nothing more than a bag of burnt popcorn, asshole!” She walked through the door.
“Oh, and Gael,” I raised my voice so she could clearly hear me, “make sure everything is nice and clean. And I mean everything. Your home needs to be disciplined the way I like things to be disciplined.”
“Screw you!” Her voice echoed through the empty hall. I chuckled while taking up my coffee cup and enjoying another sip of my java loaded with cream and sugar.
And with that she stomped her feet all the way down the hall until I could not hear the stomping of her feet anymore. I sat down and finished my coffee. Yes, this was going to be interesting.
I arrived at Gael’s house later that night. It was 7:30. Even though I am punctual in all I do, a call came in from Tokyo at the last second and some business needed to be settled. The Japanese do not like to wait to finalize big business deals.
Gael lived in modest two story brick home, on the outskirts of the city, one of those old homes that perhaps had been built in the early twentieth century when builders still put some effort to create aesthetically pleasing structures. The spacious porch with whitened, slim Doric columns added a certain dignity to its appearance. The lawn was well manicured, landscaped to perfection, with small shrubs and two large oak trees in the front yard. The yellow glow of nighttime light emanated from the windows. I approached, rang the doorbell, and Gael answered. Dressed in a red, tight fitting dress, spaghetti straps delicately clinging to her shoulders, her lush hair falling down her back, she looked quite lovely. I knew she was eager to see me. When I walked in I was met with the pleasant aroma of something cooking in the kitchen. Some light jazzy like music was playing softly in the background.
“Your late!” Her bitch shield was immediately raised. “What? Do you think I just want to sit around here and wonder if you are ever going to show up?”
“Business, Gael, business. You know by now how this works.”
“Well, you could have called me.”
“I am here, aren’t I? When I say I will be somewhere, I will be there, even if I am a bit late. A man like myself must deal with sudden circumstances.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “Well, I have cooked us something, and it is almost ready.” She turned to the kitchen. “In fact, let me take it out of the oven right now. Have a seat. You can put your coat on the rack over there.” She pointed to the coat hanger as she went into the kitchen and I walked around the living room for a few moments. The interior of her house was as immaculate as the outside. Nice furniture. Wood paneling on the walls. A fireplace, cold without current use, centered the space. In all it was very pleasant, ordered and without clutter, and like Gael herself, upscale and classy and elegant. I put my long, dark grey wool overcoat coat on the rack, sat down on a comfortable blue couch, and as I did I heard some dishes and pots and pans rumbling in the kitchen, and Gael came back out and stood in front of me and straightened her dress out with the palms of her hands. She ran them down her thighs.
“We need to let the roast sit for a bit. Then we can eat. Do you want something to drink?”
“If you have some bourbon, that would be nice. Neat, please.”
“Oh yes, my husband likes that. Let me get you a glass.” Gael went into kitchen and returned with a heavy tumbler. A small pool of light brown elixir shimmied through the bottom of glass. “Nothing special. Wild Turkey. Hope you like it.”
I took a sip. “Not bad, Gael. There is nothing quite like some nice bourbon after a long day of work.”
She stood in front of me, clearly a bit nervous as she fidgeted with her hands and fingers. Í stared coolly at her. She looked around the room. “Well, should we perhaps go over some business items while we wait for dinner to cool?”
I took another sip of my bourbon and held the glass up by my face and eyed her. The way her red dress complimented her lithe but curvaceous body was quite lovely.
“Take your clothes off.”
She stepped back. “What?”
“Take your clothes off. You heard me. How many times do I need to repeat myself, Gael.”
“What the fuck do you mean take my clothes off?” Once again her feigned indignation was endearing. The one time natural and legitimate bitch shield was now becoming a nice little plaything. “What is this? We are supposed to be doing business only. This is my house. My fucking house!”
“I know that Gael, and this is business, and this is your boss telling you what to do. Now just do it, Gael, and take the dress off.”
Her voice softened a bit and she turned slightly and pointed to the kitchen. “But I cooked something…and…it is waiting…”
I raised my voice. “Gael….”
“What?”
“Take your clothes off.”
She looked at me and our eyes locked for a few seconds and she lightly touched the straps of her dress and gently pulled them over the shoulders. The dress fell to the floor. She then stood there, in front of me, wearing only a lacy black bra and panties.
“Turn around.”
“What?” Her voice was now quite softened. The bitch shield had vanished.
“Turn around, Gael. All the way.”
She turned around, and for the first time I was able to see the full contours of her sexy body without a dress covering it. Our previous encounters in my office had only given me a brief glimpse of what lay beneath her clothes. Still, although she was not fully naked yet, I could appreciate the soft roundness of her ass, as her panties, a modestly lace trim thong set which covered part of her ass but still showed enough to entice, was delightful to see.
“It is good that you like pretty underwear Gael. I like that.”
She looked down, and even seemed a bit modest as she ran her fingers over the fabric. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Did you put those on with me in mind.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?
“Yes, SIR!” She laughed.
“Good. Now take them off.”
She stepped back and covered her breasts with her arms. “NO! We are not going that far tonight. Not in my house!”
I took another sip of my bourbon and said with a cool authoritative tone. “Take them off, Gael. Now.”
She lowered her hands and stared at me and her eyes sparkled, that same sparkle I had seen before.
“Ok…” She reached around her back and unclipped the bra and her breasts were free. Oh yes, they were quite beautiful, full and round and perky, with lovely nipples, so red and perfect, small and already taut.
“And now, Gael, the rest.”
She closed her eyes, and moved her body a bit to the music, and she started to dance a sensuous dance as she swayed her hips fluidly, while she slipped off her panties to reveal a lovely trimmed little bush, trimmed but full enough in a V shape, beneath which the supple lips of her vagina were quite visible.
“Well, it is good to know that you do not shave it all, Gael. I do not like the completely shaved look. I like my women to look like women.”
She touched it with her hand and ran her fingers through the trimmed hair. “Yes, I do like it too. Plus, shaving it all can be such a pain. Sometimes I like to let it all grow out.”
“Does your husband like that too.”
She looked sharply at me. “Don’t bring him into this. Not now.” The bitch shield was trying to make a comeback.
“Answer the question, Gael.”
She stood silent for a moment and said calmy, “Sometimes. But he usually likes me to be completely shaven there.”
“You are very lovely Gael, do you know that…” I stood up and walked over towards her. As I did I noticed a framed photo sitting atop a bookshelf. It showed Gael, and a man with her, presumably her husband. They were sitting together at what looked like to be some sort of outdoor restaurant, an ocean in the background, both smiling, his arm around her, her face pressed against his. He was good looking, as I am sure Gael would only marry a good looking man. It was all so sweet. I then noticed another framed photo next to it, with more people, and it looked liked some sort of big family outing. Whether it was Gael’s or her husband’s I was not sure, nor did I care, but it did reveal the conventional middle class life Gale was leading, and which I was on the verge of destroying.
I ran my hands down her side, feeling her smooth, warm skin, the curve of her hips and the firm softness of her thighs. I pulled her towards me. “I am going to fuck you tonight Gael, and I am going to fuck you in your bed, the same bed in which you and your husband make love.”
She stood back, and that same look of horror came over her face as she suddenly turned ashen white. “NO! Not there. We were going to do it on the couch…that is where…” She caught herself again and stopped short.
“Where? What was that Gael? You mean, where you had planned for us to fuck?”
She said nothing, looking away as if she could ignore our situation out of existence.
I took her by the shoulders. Her hair smelled of freshly shampooed fragrance, flowery and ethereal and feminine. “Oh, so you had all this planned out, didn’t you Gael. You knew that when I came over we were going to fuck.” I gently kissed her lips. “You want this, don’t you Gael. You really do want to be my personal assistant.”
She then kissed me, hard and violently, that same kiss she gave me when we first fucked. “Yes. Oh god yes, I do.”
“Then we must go to your bedroom.”
“No, please. Not there. Please. That is too much. I can’t, really! ”
I slapped her ass. Hard. “Move, Gael. Let’s go. I assume your marital bed is upstairs.”
“No,” she tried to push away from me, but I held her tightly.
“Where is it, upstairs?”
“Oh god no, not that…please!”
“Where is it Gael, where is the bed where your husband fucks you, where you make love and he tells you how much he loves you, and you tell him how much you love him and how you will be together forever and all the little babies you are going to have with him, and where you cuddle while watching sweet movies on Netflix. Where is it, Gael?”
“Fuck you. I don’t have Netflix, asshole. We stream Hulu and Prime.”
I laughed. “You are feisty, aren’t you. I like that. Bitch.” I slapped the left cheek of her face.
She moved back a bit, touching her cheek. “No…please….”
I pulled her towards me, kissed her and then, as I did in the office the other week, I firmly put my hand around her neck. “Now, this attitude of yours is a problem. And I like to solve problems.”
“Fuck off!”
I gently squeezed around her neck. “Where is it?” I kissed her again, this time more sensuously. Her lips were full and warm and moist.
She looked up. “Up, up those stairs.”
“Let’s go”
She shook her head, mouthing a no, without saying it. She reminded me of a child refusing to eat her vegetables. So again I squeezed a bit on her neck, a bit harder now, and harder than I did the first time in the office. Her eyes watered up and I felt her body relax.
“Oh god…what am I doing…I am married, I love my husband…no…I can’t…”
“Yes, Gael, this is going to happen, and it is going to happen because you want it to happen, and if you do not want it to happen, I will walk out this door right now and all this will be over. For good. Period. Understand?”
She looked down and away and then back into my eyes and her eyes were now filled with a light and a flair and a brilliance of intense emotions that I had yet to see in her. “Yes.” She said nothing else and I knew at that point this is what she wanted.
Tears started welling in her eyes, and down her check. I let go of her neck and kissed her. She pushed back but reached towards me and kissed me. I grabbed her by the arm and then the neck and began walking towards the stairs and she struggled, sort of like a small child who is being dragged out of an amusement park as an act of punishment after being a brat. I led her now, no longer gripping her neck, not looking at her, forcefully by the arm, and as I pulled her up the stairs I heard her emotions break forth, a loud cry, muffled tears, but just for a moment, and then a soft whimper as she touched my back gently with her fingers.
“Yes…yes…please….so strong…oh, your back…your shoulders….so strong…” She was whispering, almost incoherently as she was clearly lost the cascading emotions of her own desires.
We reached the top of the stairs. “Where is it?”
“No, I can’t…”
I yanked her close to me and raised my voice. “Where is it, Gael?”
“Over there, to the left.”
I pulled her along, and she resumed her struggle, trying to break the grip I had over her arm, but the more she struggled, the tighter my grip became until finally we reached her bedroom, and, as we stood at the threshold, she pressed her feet against the floor, whimpering “I can’t…I can’t do this…oh god…” and as she did so I yanked her even harder until finally we entered the room and with a powerful motion I hurled her onto the bed. She now glared at me with that same hatred I had seen before.
It was a luxurious bed, large, lavished with pillows and a plush blue, soft and fluffy comforter, and an oak frame with elaborately carved bedposts on all four corners, with a thick and smooth and solid headboard. A small, modest post rose from the middle, with a bulbous top, complementing the two larger ones on each side in a sort of triad . It was the bed for a woman who likes comfort, and who likes to fuck in class.
“This is the bed you share with your husband, Gael?”
She looked at me, saying nothing, her eyes filled with a glaring hatred and an emotion as raw as anything you might find in the darkest part of the natural world.
I began to undo my tie. “This is bed, Gael? Answer me.”
“YES, you motherfucker, yes it is.”
And this is the bed where your husband fucks you, the same one that you wrote about in your report?” I slipped my tie off from around my neck and dangled it from my hand.
She said nothing, looking down and running her hand along the fluffy, soft blue comforter.
I undid my cufflinks and calmly unbuttoned my shirt around the wrists. “Answer me, Gael.”
“YES!! Fuck you. Yes!”
I pulled the tail of my shirt from out of my slacks. “And has he fucked you since you wrote that report?”
“No…” she said silently.
“And why not?”
She shot that look of hatred back at me.
“Why not, Gael?”
“Because I did not want him to, you fucking asshole. Ok? Was that the answer you wanted? God, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
I put the tie down on the bed. “Is that the truth, Gael?”
She said nothing.
“Gael, answer me…”
She looked down again, “Yes.” She was quiet.
I said nothing, looking around the room. A spacious closet took up an entire wall, and I walked over to it and looked in. “Oh, I see your husband has a nice collection of ties.”
“Don’t touch his shit!”
“Oh really now, Gael. How sweet and protective of you.” I walked in and took four dark silk ties from the tie rack and walked back to the bed and, throwing the ties on the comforter, took Gael by both her hands and yanked them over her head.
“Owww….” She cried.
“Yes Gael, you are going to feel some things tonight that perhaps you have never felt before. Get used to it.” I stood over her, holding her hands above her head.
“You are a fucking psycho, you know that!”
I chuckled. “Now, Gael, you have been quite difficult. And this needs to change.” While clasping her hands together with my left hand, I examined her husband’s ties with my right.
Gael turned her head to the side, her eyes closed, her breathing becoming heavier. I strengthened my hold on her. “Oh god…you are so strong…” Her voice was whisper, that is, when she was not a screeching bitch, complaining about what was about to happen to her. She was at that first stage of going in and out of different states.
“Mmm…yes, I think the dark grey one will work here.” I took the grey tie, and then began tying her hands together, making a tight knot. She was completely submissive and did not struggle. She did not even say a single word.
Her hands now tightly bound above her head, I yanked her towards the headboard, took another tie, this one blue, and made another knot through her already bound hands, and tied that to the small projection coming from the middle of the headboard. I gave her arms a little bit of wiggle room, just enough to maintain circulation, but nothing more.
“Yes, Gael, we are going to solve some problems tonight…”
“What…what is this…” she moaned softly. Her eyes were closed. “You are such an asshole…I hate you…”
I took the tie I was wearing, a black silk tie, imported from Italy and stared at it. “Yes, this one will do…a good one for a bitch like yourself.” I lightly slapped her left cheek.
“Why, why are you doing this…oh yes…no….fuck you!”
“Shut up.” I slapped her right cheek, this time harder. Her skin turned slightly red.
“Oh, what is happening…how is this…” Her voice was low, almost incomprehensible. She seemed a bit more lost now in the emotions.
“You will see, Gael,” and as I said this I wrapped my own tie around her eyes. “You are about to see things you have never seen before Gael, and when the darkness of this evening turns into the light of dawn, you will be a different woman.”
I stood up and looked at her, lying there on the bed, her hands bound together behind her head and tied to the headboard with her husband’s ties, her eyes covered with my tie, and as I looked at her beauty and as she gently began writhing and moving her lovely body in all its beautiful nakedness I felt my own arousal and desire starting to burn inside of me with that uncontrollable, volcanic passion that springs from my most visceral depths. Then I remembered one more thing, the one more thing I needed before I could proceed to finally break Gael for good.
I walked out of the room without saying a word, and when Gael heard my footsteps moving away, she mumbled, “Where…where are you doing…don’t leave me here…please….” Her voice was now a gentle whisper.
I went downstairs and took what I needed, the framed photo of her and her husband, and as I was walking back towards the stairs I noticed her cell phone lying on the coffee table. “How the hell did I even not think of that,” I mumbled to myself. This would be the perfect instrument in my operation to break Gael.
I returned to her bedroom and sat on the bed. Gael was still writhing around, her hips slightly moving up and down, her lips parted and wet, her breathing heavy. Her legs were spread a bit, and I noticed the sweet moisture that was now glistening on her lovely labia. The comforter already had a small wet spot.
“Oh, you are here again…”
When I touched her wet vagina she gasped. “Now Gael, your true apprenticeship as my personal assistant is about to begin…” And with that I grabbed her by her feet and lifted her legs and firmly slapped her ass.
“Owww…” she cried.
“Now, are you going to do all I say, Gael? Or are you going to be a mouthy little bitch. It is your choice Gael.”
I slapped her ass a second time.
“I don’t know…”
“Well then, we are going to need to be a bit more thorough, won’t we, Gael?”
I unbuckled and slipped off my belt and ran the cold, golden buckle up her stomach and between her breasts, and then I ran the leather belt itself back down and across her legs.
“Do you feel that Gael?”
“Yes…”
“Do you know what that is?”
“No…”
“That is one of the instruments of your punishment Gael, and of your education and training.”
“Oh…”
“And this is how this works….” And with that I began to gently slap her body with the belt, not too hard but hard enough to sting, working my way up, first her calves and thighs and stomach and breasts and finally her face. I was soft at first, but when I turned her on her side my softness vanished and I slapped her ass with a firmness reserved for the most bratty and incorrigible of women.
“Oww…” Gale cried again. “What the fuck!”
“Listen to me, Gael.” I disciplined her ass again with the belt. This time even harder. It began to turn red. “Listen to all I tell you.”
I then slapped each of her breasts with the belt. This time Gael moaned. She seems to have begun suppress the pain to the pleasure. She was now learning.
“Yes…”
I pinched one of her nipples, then the other. “Yes what?” I then slapped her cheek.
“Yes sir…”
“Good girl. And your reward will be sweet indeed, my lovely Gael…”
And with that I began to kiss her breasts, each one, taking them in my mouth and biting her nipples, while she writhed and moaned and as she did this she struggled with her bound hands and I kissed her stomach and downward until I reached her now extremely drenched vagina and tasted her, and when I did she gasped a loud and excited gasp.
“Oh god….yes…”
“Yes Gael,” I said as I spread her legs, “Your training as now just begun, and your rewards will be sweet indeed if you obey all that I tell you…”
As I licked her vagina she moaned softly, and her hips moved around in circles, almost in a kind of rhythmic dance as I worked my tongue and mouth around her, and when I put one and then two fingers inside her while sucking on her tiny, tight little clitoris, she screamed, and begged me, “Oh god, sir, please, please fuck me….” She was now grinding her pussy into my face and my mouth and lips and nearly my whole face were covered with her juices. “I want to feel you inside me…”
“Not yet, Gael, not yet. You taste far too delicious for me to stop right now.”
“Oh god…” she moaned softly.
I took time my time pleasuring her orally, and her vagina was truly quite beautiful, her lips full and soft and delicate, and as I ran my own lips over them, and then my tongue, and as I massaged them with my fingers, her hips writhed all the more, and her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her soft moans soon turned into louder “Oh god…that feels soooo good,” to a louder, “please…don’t stop…” and as I reached up with my hands and pressed her breasts into her body and pinched her nipples and then put my fingers, covered with her juices, into her mouth and as I did this for a good long time she seemed to become more and more lost in her own pleasure until finally that sweet convulsion overcame her and she gasped, a soft gasp at first but then louder and her body buckled over and over and she fell into the divine abyss of her first orgasm with me…
I kissed her vagina once more, but she pulled back, so sensitive was she, and she lay there, slowly turning her head to one side, then another, breathing heavy at first, and then more and more softly as she mouthed, “Oh god…oh god…” over and over again until she was sweetly silent. The small wet spot had now become a virtual puddle of deliciousness.
“Please sir, please fuck…I need you, please…”
I then stood up and undid my pants and let my now engorged cock find its freedom. I was as hard, as erect as I could possibly be, and, having anticipated this night and not fucked anyone for a few days, my balls were filled to the brink with semen waiting to be released.
“Yes, Gael. That is now going to happen.”
“Oh god…yes, yes, yes….”
And I went over to her and undid the blindfold around her eyes and said, “And as I fuck you, he is going to watch.” I pointed over to the framed photo of Gael and her husband. “He is going to watch me fuck you, and you are going to enjoy him watching.”
Gael looked over at the photo and her eyes opened with total shock and a horror, a more intense horror I had not seen in her before, even in my previous boundary pushing tactics. She screamed. “OH NO…NO….no…please, take that photo away…NO!!!”
I walked over and touched the frame. “No Gael, he is going to watch. And he is going to enjoy watching me fuck his wife, and fuck her in a way that he could never fuck her.”
She yanked and struggled with the tie holding her hands together. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking prick!”
“Nothing, Gael. Nothing. No, what is wrong resides all in you, Gael. And I am going to fix that. Starting tonight.”
I moved over to the bed and calmly began to spread her legs. I noticed she had moved her eyes away from the photo and was now staring intently at my hard penis. I moved between her and rubbed her lips with the head. “Yes, Gael, this is what is going to happen. I am going to fuck you on your marital bed while your husband watches. And I think you like this idea.” I then slipped the head of my penis, big and swollen and pinkish red, between her lips and began entering her. I felt that wonderful feeling of her opening up, that first wonderful moment when the tightness of a woman begins to open, the tight entrance of her vagina, and you feel yourself enter her.
“Oh god…” she moaned and moved her hips.
“Yes Gael, this is now happening…” I slid the whole length of my cock inside her. She screamed.
“OH fuck yes…oh…you feel so good…”
And with that I began to fuck her, and as I did I enjoyed the sight of her, beneath me, her hands still tied to the headboard, her eyes closed in pleasure, her mouth breathing heavily with pleasure.
“Kiss me, please kiss me…”
“Not yet, Gael. You have not earned that.”
“Oh, you are a prick, aren’t you…” she mouthed between thrusts, between moans and screams.
“Look, Gael, he is watching…”
She looked over at the photo on the bedstand. She then turned away as if not wanting to look.
By now I was fucking her quite vigorously. “Look Gael, look at the photo of you and your husband. How sweet you both are…”
She looked, turned away, and then looked again. This time she did not turn away.
“He is watching us, Gael. And he likes watching, doesn’t he?” I thrust inside her even more forcefully, in and out and in and out. She moaned.
“Yes…he is…isn’t he…” she smiled, while panting, her breathing becoming more labored. And then all of a sudden, without warning, her eyes which had just a few moments before been filled with horror and defiance, lit up, and that look of a very devious girl came over her. “Yes, watch me, honey, watch me get fucked by this man who is so powerful…oh god…this is what I have always wanted…yes…”
I wrapped her legs around my shoulders to thrust more deeply and as I did so Gael screamed more loudly. I could feel my big balls slapping against the bottom of her ass. They were wet with her wetness.
“Oh god, fuck me, please fuck me sir….I have been such a bad girl, a bitch and I need to be fucked thoroughly by you…”
“That is the right attitude Gael.” I leaned down and kissed her and when our mouths met a sort of electricity soared between us and our tongues instinctively met and the sensuous deliciousness of it all was beyond delightful. I changed my rhythm as we kissed, and began moving in and out of her more slowly, wanting her to feel the full length and thickness of my cock. I stopped moving all together so she could feel all of me. She pushed her hips against me, grinding her pussy into my cock.
“Oh god, you are so huge. I love a big cock. I love your cock….”
I began thrusting again. She screamed in pleasure. We were now seriously fucking. And she was loving every moment of it.
And then, in this moment of intense erotic pleasure, something even more delightful happened, something which I had planned on earlier but had now offered itself at the most opportune moment. The cell phone rang.
I looked over to the table. “Well, I wonder who that could be?”
“Ignore it.” She was quick and decisive. She knew who it was.
I slowed my thrusting again, now to a slow but steady pace. This moment was not to be lost. The phone stopped ringing.
“Now, I am going to fuck you from behind.”
I pulled out and scooted up to the pillows. “Taste yourself.” Gael ran her tongue around the head, then took my cock in her mouth, as much as she could, “Don’t forget my balls” She gave each on the attention they demanded, licking and then sucking gently on them. She then wrapped her fingers around both, squeezed, and took them into her mouth. “Good girl.” I began to untie her. “Yes, Gael, you are learning, aren’t you?”
Once she was untied and her hands freed I turned her around and went behind her, but before I positioned myself behind her sweet and lovely ass, I grabbed the phone and tossed it in front of her.
“Call him.”
“What???”
“Call him, now. He just called you, and he will be expecting you to call him back. We don’t want him to worry now, do we, Gael?”
“No…I can’t…I can’t do that…”
“You will Gael, and you will enjoy it…”
“No…please…do not bring him into this…please…”
“He is already into this Gael, and he is already into this because I am now fucking his wife. And I am fucking her in his house. I am fucking her on his bed. His wife is now mine. Now make the call.” I pushed my cock into her again and she gasped. “Now, Gael.”
“Oh god…why are you….no….I can’t….I won’t….” While filling her with my cock, I reached under her and began massaging her clitoris.
“Make the call Gael…he is waiting.”
“Oh dear…why….oh….god….you feel sooo good…oh…yes…..ok….” She picked the phone up, swiped the screen and pressed it, and I heard a faint voice on the other end. I began thrusting inside her, grabbing her hips as I did.
“Hi honey…” Gale was panting, “Yes…no…I was in the kitchen making something.”
I thrust, and she gasped.
“Oh no, everything is fine. Just been real busy with some housework tonight.”
I thrust again, this time reaching around and grabbing her breast. She screamed a slight scream, as she was clearly trying to muffle herself.
“Yes…oh…that is good…yes dear…oh no….OHHH GOD….no…I just stubbed my toe on something…yeah…silly me…”
I slowed my thrusting, and stopped for a moment, letting her feel myself inside her.
“I am just a bit out of breath. Been walking around, going up and down the stairs you know.”
I then rubbed her pretty little asshole and whispered to her, “Do you enjoy having your asshole fingered Gael.”
“Oh yes…what honey…oh, I did not hear what you said…”
I wet and then slowly slid my finger in her ass
“Oh god…”
And I kept it in her ass, not moving it but just letting her feel the sensation, and while I fucked her my finger could feel my cock on the other side of that wall that separates the vagina and rectum, and it is always such a forbiddingly wonderful sensation to feel such a thing.
I stopped thrusting to enjoy the feeling, and as I did Gael moaned and began pushing her ass against me, wanting to get me as deep inside her as possible.
“I am all yours….Sir…,” her voice was soft, but full of passion.
“Yes, yes you are, aren’t you, Gael. You are now all mine.”
“Oh yes…,” she stopped and breathed and gasped and let go of the phone, but quickly picked it up again and put it to her ear, “What honey….oh yes…yes…mmmm…hmmm…”
I now began fucking her hard with my cock, while fingering her ass.
Yes..it is so delicious,” she moaned. “Oh, its great…really is…I love doing this…cooking that, I mean. I enjoy that meal so much. I will cook it for you when you get back.” She laughed ever so slightly.
I then leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. “I am going to fuck you in the ass some night Gael. Not tonight. But it will happen.”
“Oh please yes….yes…I want that….Oh sorry. What?” She was panting. “That sound? Oh, that is just the television in the background.” She gulped for a breath. “Yeah, that’s right…you know….yup… I always like some kind of backside…I am mean background noise as I go about my business…”
I began thrusting now, harder and harder and more and more vigorously.
“Oh yeah….right there…god yes that is the spot…what honey?…oh no…yeah…I dropped an earring earlier and I just found it…it was right there…
I fucked her harder.
She pushed her head down into the pillows and closed her eyes. “Harder…harder…yes. What? Oh no, I meant the dinner I made was hard. It is sometimes hard to cook new things and have then turn out well…” She cleared her throat. “ But I love trying new things. You know, good old Gael the girl who loves to cook…always love a new recipe…” I noticed how glassy her eyes were. “Oh god yes…I love that…”
I was now pounding her from behind. I loved how her full hips contoured to her back, the beautiful look of her smooth skin, the tightness of skin on her back and the soft flesh of her ass, that look of her totally submitting to me as I railed her. I grabbed her hair and pulled it and she covered her mouth and screamed a muffled scream in pleasure.
“Oh everything is fine. Yes, work is fine.”
I was now fucking her as hard as I could, with all my might and force and power. It was vigorous and violent and animal.
“Yes…oh yes… I love…What? Oh yes, I love my job. I really do. My boss is so great..!” She reached back with the other hand and rubbed my thigh.
And then finally, unable to withstand any longer, as best I tried but the moment was simply becoming too intense, and as I enjoyed the beauty of this woman I was fucking, how lovely her body looked, how delightful the sounds and cries of her pleasure were, and knowing that I had driven her to such heights and depths of erotic intensity, I came, shooting a hot, full of load of semen inside of her, thrust after thrust.
“I am now filling you with my sperm, Gael…oh yes…”
She wiggled her ass against me. “Ohhhhh…yes…come…come for me…mmmmm…so hot….What? Oh sorry, yeah, that package I was hoping for came today.” She cooed. “Yeah, that. I will wear that when you get back!”
And so after all this I had now filled her with my sperm. She moaned and fell on her stomach, relaxing her shoulders and still holding the phone to her ear and her back was now sweaty. “Yes honey, I am a bit tired tonight, so I think it might be time for bed.”
I pulled my cock out, her pussy dripping with sex, and the scent of sex now filled the room. I moved over to her head and hovered above her, my cock close to her lips.
And without saying anything to her, she took my cock in her mouth. She was indeed learning how to act for her new master.
Having tasted me, she talked quietly into the phone. “Mmmm…yes honey…that sounds so nice. I will do that…oh yes…you are right. I do enjoy a little snack before bed. Yeah, I am having a nice snack right now.” Turned around and now lying on her back, and looking up at me, she then stared at my still hard cock and began stroking it, the whole length, massaging my balls and going up and down the shaft in one fluid and skillful movement of her hands. “Yes, it has been a long, hard day…very long and very hard….” As she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed as hard as she could, she giggled.
I then walked back to her legs, lifted them and spread them. I positioned my still hard cock for another session of hot fucking.
“Well, I am falling asleep….so sleepy now…ok…yes, tomorrow we will talk. Ok, thank you. That’s so sweet of you. Goodnight. I love you too…”
And with that she pushed the button on the phone, and tossed it aside on the bed. She glared at me, but this was not the same glare that she had before, not the genuine glare of hatred and anger, but rather the glare of a woman trying to disassociate herself from what she had just done, but was not really able to so. She was merely pretending at this point.
“You are the biggest fucking asshole I have ever met. A total fucking prick!”
“And for that reason I am going to fuck you again, Gael.”
I then entered her again and started fucking her for a second time and as I let the full weight of my body press her into the bed and as I kissed her again she whispered into my ear, “Oh god…yes…fuck me…fuck me all night long…god…”
I then held myself up with one arm, while putting my hand around her neck once again, squeezing. “You will obey me, Gael, and I am now the most important man in your life, more important than your husband. Do you understand?”
She said nothing, only moaning with each of my thrusts
I squeezed harder and raised my voice and thrusted even deeper. “Do you understand?
She then screamed, an almost primal scream, something wild and untamed and completely uninhibited. “Oh fuck yes…yes…YES…!
I slapped her check. “Yes what?
“YES SIR!!!”
We spent the rest of the night fucking, until we finally fell asleep, both exhausted, after I had fucked Gael in her marital bed. We slept for a few hours, myself and Gael, in the same bed she and her husband shared, and when the next morning arrived Gael was sweet and quiet and gladly made me breakfast. The roast she made the night before had to be tossed out. Before I left she washed and dried and ironed my clothes. I told her to do all this wearing nothing but pretty underwear, and she did this by putting on a pair of turquoise bikini panties, but only after asking me first which ones she would like me to see her in, those or a pink pair, and a matching bra. I enjoyed watching her go about her appointed tasks in such an outfit.
I watched her in the kitchen, making some eggs while I drank my morning coffee. “You are a beautiful woman, Gael.”
She smiled a big smile. “Thank you.”
I raised my voice and gave her a stern look. “Thank you what?
“Thank you, sir!” She laughed.
I gave her the day off, and as I left she straightened out my shirt and tie and kissed me in what was a very domestic moment of sweetness.
I kissed her before I left. “Say hi to your husband for me.”
She laughed and slapped my face. “You are such a bad boy,” and kissed me again before I left.
“Oh and Gael,” I said turning around. “Be at work on time tomorrow. We have some more things to go over.”
She smiled sweetly and mouthed goodbye. There was no longer any hint of the bitch inside her. That is, at least for this morning. A woman’s natural disposition, of course, is something that cannot be completely tamed in one night. No, although we had now crossed into a new stage of submissiveness, I was far from being finished with Gael.