Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1 (4 page)

Adam leaned in and with his hands on the floor in front of him he attempted to earn a passing grade. He was not very experienced and the few girls he’d been with had all been in high school. He didn’t let it stop him. He licked his professor like he’d seen in the porn movies he and his friends watched. He let his tongue drift in between her folds and licked her juices. He continued this way until a sharp smack from the crop interrupted him. He stopped and looked up at his professor.

“Slowly, this isn’t a race. Take your time and be gentle.”

“
Yes, Mistress”, he said and went back to work on her glistening pussy. He slowed the strokes of his tongue and moved from top to bottom and back again. She moaned and relaxed deeper into the sofa.

“
That’s better”, she cooed and wrapped her hand around the back of his head. She guided him to the areas that gave her the most pleasure. “You’re going to make a good little bitch. Keep this up and you might just pass my class” When she could wait no longer the professor guided her student’s mouth to her clit. “There is the pleasure spot that will take me over the edge. Keep your tongue there and take your time. Aahhh that’s it.” She held him firmly to her and let his tongue lap at her swollen clitoris.

As the feelings built inside her she fought the urge to climax. He was good and she didn’t want to rush the sensation. Her head spun thinking of how she would make this football superstar her pussy licking bitch for the semester. She grabbed his head with both hands as her orgasm crested and flowed through her convulsing body.

When the climax ebbed she let go of his head. Adam gasped and pulled away. He had been deprived of his full air flow while being held in place through her orgasm. With a wet face he sat back onto the floor and panted. His cock was standing straight out in front of him rising and falling to his deep breaths. Breathlessly she smiled down at him and said, “Get your clothes and get out!” She could see shock in his eyes. “Report for you next lesson at 9:30 on Thursday morning. I’ve already checked your schedule. Now get out!”

Knowing there would be a punishment if he argued, Adam collected his clothes and went out the front door not bothering to get dressed. She was looking forward to the remainder of the semester…

A moan escaped her. The male character’s image from the book was replaced by Dalton in her fantasy. She imagined herself being orally pleasured by him; she pulled him into her as the professor did with her student. She had the control. It was that idea alone that left her rubbing her slippery fingers harder and faster over her clit. The book, which lay forgotten next to her, fell to the floor as she arched her back and rode out a powerful orgasm with a gratifying moan.

With a few deep breaths she came down from the high, enjoying the feeling of her inner walls clenching and unclenching, sending more pleasure throughout her core with every motion. She leaned her head against the back of the couch and pulled her
soaked hand from her panties. Opening her eyes she looked down at the floor where the book had fallen.

I can’t believe I just did that in the middle of the afternoon. I’ve never had such a satisfying orgasm from masturbating with
just my hand. I never thought a book could bring me to that level of arousal and need. If only I could be dominating like that with Dalton …

Even though she was feeling unloved by him, her body still craved him.
She knew there was no way to leave him but this new insight was a path needing to be followed. How far down the rabbit hole was she willing to go?

The following morning Mary-Beth Johnson lay in her bed reading the remainder of the story. The professor had taken her new boy-toy through the semester on a roller coaster ride of sexual experiences. He learned to service her every way possible and rarely was rewarded with an orgasm of his own. She enjoyed the control the professor had over the young man, but just as much, she loved that he had learned to enjoy providing her pleasure, in fact the book made it seem as if he craved it.

The book jumped from the professor to the student in several passages. It gave the reader insight to Adam and how he was dealing with his change of curriculum. In the beginning he resented his professor, but as the book progressed Mr. Carlson became devoted to his mistress. She re-read one of her favorite passages:

The alarm clock sounded at 7:00 o’clock. Adam climbed from the bed and went to shower. He knew cleanliness was important to his mistress and he didn’t want to give her a reason to punish him. She had given him instructions to be well cleaned and on time for a 9:00am session.

It had been three weeks since he began his training. The professor had kept her promise by making sure his schedule was completely open for each session. He wondered if she had made arrangements with some of his other teachers. In any case he looked forward to each visit to the professor’s house. She had become his only outlet for sex and he was learning to give himself completely and without question.

Never having such an experience before, Adam was finding himself in his mistress. She told him what to do, how to do it and when. There was no thought in being submissive and he liked giving up the control to her. She made him feel safe and free to do as he was told. There was little need for conversation, only providing for her pleasure. He learned to receive pleasure through her and it was more than he could have ever received from a younger inexperienced woman.

A chill of excitement ran through his body as he rang the doorbell. He was hoping to taste her but willing to perform as she instructed. The door opened and his mistress stood before him in only an open robe. “Come in and strip off your clothes here by the door.” He did as he was told; already his cock was at full arousal. He waited for his next instruction.

The professor settled into a recliner and motioned for her sex slave. “Come over here and kneel.” Adam moved immediately and upon reaching her knelt with his head bowed and waited. “Begin with a foot massage”, she said in a low voice. He cradled her bare right foot in both hands and began to rub and caress every part. She moaned and stretched out in the recliner, obviously enjoying the sensations. When told to do so, Adam moved to the other foot and began the same relaxing massage. She starred down at him, naked, erect and kneeling before his mistress. She could see the submission and willingness in his eyes and knew he wanted only to please her.

Pulling her foot from him and spreading her legs wide, she said “You may use your mouth to pleasure me. Don’t make me remind you how to use it.”

“Yes, Mistress”, he said and hungrily went to work on her open sex.

Holding the book with one hand, MJ’s free hand busied itself under the covers.
Envisioning the young student going down on his professor was driving her to the brink. The willingness of the book’s male character was creating an amazing fantasy world for her and the oral pleasure only added to it. She imagined Dalton yielding to her every desire…

Since they had met in college, Dalton had given her the most incredible orgasms with his mouth. He was patient and by taking his time allowed her to reach the maximum height of each climax. Thinking of him as her personal sex slave sent her reeling over the edge.

Her fingers plunged into her wetness and tossing the book aside rode them through the pleasure. With legs clamped tight together MJ moaned and writhed on the bed. Images raced through her mind’s eye adding to the fantasy experience. Her breath came in large gasps as her body began to recover from the self induced sexual pleasure.

Eventually as the orgasm passed, her breath and heart rate returned from their racing paces. She stretched out on the bed and relaxed for a moment planning the remainder of her day. Her eyes fluttered open as the cell phone vibrated to life on the night table signaling her that a text had been received. Pushing the book out of the way MJ rolled onto her side and retrieved the phone.

Her mood brightened when she saw it was from Dalton. MJ snapped the phone open and was greeted with a wonderful surprise.

Long week but will be home

tomorrow. Asking you out on

a
date. How’s rack of lamb

at Jean-Robert’s Table sound?

Would be interested in something

physical after. I miss your touch.

Interested?

Her fingers couldn’t respond fast enough as she immediately sent a response.

A date? How Nice!

Yes, definitely interested.

Jean-Robert’s Table
must

be a special occasion…

I’ll make reservations for
7 ????

After dinner cock & tail

Sounds good too…

She pressed the send button and waited. Within a minute her phone vibrated with a reply.

Should be home by 5.

reservations
at 7 great.

I’ll bring the cock

If you bring the Tail LOL

Mary-Beth couldn’t help but smile. She had been in such a bad mood thinking Dalton was cheating or no longer interested. This was a good sign, he was thinking of her and wanted a romantic evening together.

The poor guy has been under a lot of stress lately. I suppose I haven’t been the best wife by adding more drama to the problem. Ell’s right, it’s just a dry spell. I need to do something special for our night out!

MJ Sprang out of bed in the best mood she’d been in for quite some time. It sounded as if Dalton was back on the team and the thought of a romantic evening to start the weekend was foremost in her mind. The worry she had been struggling with disappeared as she made the bed and prepared for the day. She wanted everything to be perfect and she yearned for his touch.

Confidence poured back into her as she readied herself to go shopping.
There was a bounce to her step and she took extra time to make herself feel beautiful. Her make-up was simple and she wore her hair in a messy side chignon. With a bright red blouse, black slacks and pumps, she transformed herself into the sex goddess she had read about. The look added to her confident feelings and she wanted others to see it in her too.

MJ had some naughty thoughts as she decided where to shop. She wanted something sexy for the Friday night after dinner events. Her drawers and closet were stocked with Victoria Secret lingerie. It was great quality and very sexy but not the image she wanted for this night. Instead MJ drove downtown to The Pink Pyramid, one of Cincinnati’s finer adult stores. She had heard about the large selection and felt that she could find something that said erotic and in charge at the same time.

The shop was just what she was looking for. There was a wide selection to choose from: lace, latex, leather, silk; any style and any size. With all there was to choose from it wasn’t easy to find the perfect outfit. Something sultry but not over the top slutty was what she required. MJ wanted to give Dalton a show but also begin to let him know what she wanted more of in their sex life; more control for her and more submission from him.

Finally she found what she was looking for, cut in a baby-doll style; it was made of black leather and lace. The leather portion was cut to cover the front of the breasts and black lace trimmed the edges. Black lace draped down the sides and the back, the lower edge ending at the navel. A black lace thong with leather ties was paired with it, the perfect complement to show off her firm ass.

There was no need to try the garment on. She knew the size was right and the look was just what she wanted. If this didn’t get him turned on nothing would. She considered some hand cuffs and a riding crop, but this was the first venture with Dalton and the possibility of dominating him. She would leave those for another time. Smiling with her
boldness, MJ paid the clerk and decided to visit Ella for another round of books. While she was there she could show off the new purchase.

~*~*~*~*~

The bells jingled as MJ pushed through the door at Books and Beyond. As usual Ella was perched behind the counter reading. She smiled broadly when MJ approached her. Spotting the familiar black plastic bag in her hand and smiled. “Has DJ finally come to his senses? Or did you take my advice about the vibrator?”

Checking to make sure the store was empty, MJ set the bag on the counter and pulled out her new purchase. Ella looked impressed and with raised eyebrows said, “Wow! What’s the occasion?”

“Dalton texted me this morning and asked me for a date tomorrow when he gets home. I’ve made reservations at Jean-Robert’s Table and then went on a little shopping trip over at The Pink Pyramid. He mentioned some after dinner activities. What do you think?” MJ waited for her assessment.

Ella was smiling, “It turns me on just to look at it and imagine you wearing it. If this doesn’t do the trick call an ambulance because the poor boot has
died.” They both giggled.

“I think you were right about the dry spell”, MJ said putting the garments back into the bag. “I’ve been so worried that I added pressure to an already tender situation. He’s been traveling and working on this merger. I should have been patient and just waited it out without jumping to conclusions.”

“Worry doesn’t solve much. It’s good that you’ve both started to come together. Maybe there will be an opening for a larger conversation about what’s been going on with each of you.” Ella was being the bartender/psychologist. Her customers liked this part of her and they returned often to discuss life’s problems. “By the way, the outfit looks like you’re trying to make a statement. Did I read that correctly?”

MJ smiled. She knew exactly what Ella was driving at. “Well yes, now that you mentioned it, I am! I’m reading the book you sold me. That’s exactly what I want in my life; a man to cater to me sexually. Someone who will do as I say when I say and how I command.” She chuckled saying it aloud, “But, I know it’s just fantasy. It’s a great form of fictional release but no man would ever do what the book describes…” she trailed off recalling the images that lingered in her mind’s eye.

Puzzled Ella asked, “What makes you say that?”

MJ paused, “Well you know
,… they made it sound like the boy wanted to be her sex slave. It was as if he really took pleasure in being treated the way she did. The male character claimed he liked losing control to his Mistress and would do anything to please her. It was a great fantasy to read but I don’t think anyone would really subject themselves to such debased behavior. Do you know what I mean?”

Ella patiently let her finish, “Don’t be so sure. There is an entire world of
Doms and Subs.”

MJ didn’t follow her, “
Doms and Subs?”

“Dominants and
submissives, just like you read in the book. There are many people who wish to dominate others, Dominants, and just as many who want to be dominated, the Submissives.” Ella paused, “The book is fiction but I assure that there is a world of people out there willing to fill any sexual void, deviation or perversion another can think of. I’ve got tons of books on the subject. Why do you think this new trilogy is so popular? People are kinky and it should be celebrated rather than hidden away.”

MJ was surprised, “I just thought it was just fantasy. I loved the book. I have a few chapters left. Do have others like it? Ones with the women in charge?”

“Sure”, said Ella and headed off into the over-flowing shelves. She returned with two paperbacks and placed them on the counter. “If you liked the last one, these should be right up your alley.” They continued small talk as Ella put the books in a bag and rang up the purchase.

MJ’s mind was shifting into high gear thinking about the real possibilities of a dominating relationship with Dalton.
Is it really as common as Ella says? And do people find pleasure in giving into the desires of another? Would Dalton be willing? Would he do it every once in a while just for the fun of it?
The questions raced through her mind but the excitement centered on Dalton’s return and their Friday night date.