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My phone lightly buzzes next to me on the table surface. I pick it up and glance down to the screen.
'Come home. Now.'
I pick up my glass of Pinot, quickly downing the remainder.
"Sorry Ann. I need to get home. I'll see you at work tomorrow! Have a good night!" I grab my bag and practically run out of the restaurant.
The message on my phone is never a request, only a single demand. In a blur, I'm standing on the stoop. What type of beast lies in wait behind the red door tonight? A whirl in my stomach builds the anticipation and my excitement.
I soon walk into our bedroom, as requested ... as expected. It was rather dark but my eyes seemed to adjust quickly at the sight just ahead of me.
Joan standing there, her Governor's jacket gracing her body, crowns glistening on broad shoulders in what little light was allowed to creep through the windows. Her chest underneath was bare. I could see the perfect divide in the center, caved in between beautiful full breasts. The jacket barely covering her nipples. Her tight, white, silky stomach shows just below. Her precisely pleated uniform trousers rested low on wide hips perfectly tailored to showcase her statuesque form. I stared in awe. She was beautiful ... regal ... and somehow ... downright frightening but my cunt still viciously spasmed imagining what was about to happen to me. I nervously gnawed on my bottom lip, a habit I haven't been able to quite break. I could feel my teeth raking it over and over as my palms gave way to a slight sweat. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other proping against the door frame not sure what else to do with myself.
Joan's hands in front of her, clasped palm over wrist. She allowed her left to drop away as she gently tugged at the front of her trousers with the other. My mouth responded - wet. Joan's chin lifted up just enough to assert full dominance. That was no surprise to either of us. Just in case I had any bright ideas of changing the script, this was her silent and subtle way of letting me know it wasn't to be. Joan got off on the power and quiet frankly, I got off on her having it. It's a game we were both happy to play - a game where we both ended up winning ... time and time again.
Entering our room this way was always the beginning of my complete undoing.
"Yes, Governor?" I managed to force out through my teeth past my numb bottom lip and into the cool air between us.
She stroked the front of her trousers again.
"Don't be shy, Vera" she hummed out low and sultry. The words hung between us like a lifeline. The line drew me in, closer to her. With each step, I felt myself falling further and further under her spell. I couldn't fight it off, even if I wanted to but I most certainly didn't. I wanted to be seen. To be wanted. To be conquered. To be taken. To be fucked. To be ruined.
I closed our distance almost completely as I reached out to run my fingers under the lapel of her jacket. The backs of my hands strategically grazing over her nipples, still hidden under the fabric. I could feel they were hard - perhaps due to the chill in the air, perhaps due to the heat in her core. I could hear her breathing out. It was almost as if she was omitting a toxin into the air. I was taking in lungful after lungful, purposefully poisoning my body with whatever it was she had on offer. I looked up at her wide eyed, signaling I was ready for the taking. I pushed my palms against her chest and ran them down her sleek body as I willingly and wantingly dropped to my knees in front of her. I reached up for the zipper that would ultimately release my inevitable annihilation. She swatted my hand away immediately.
Joan's playing 'hard' ... to get I see. I soon realize a bottom should always know their place. But a power-bottom knows exactly how to make her top crumble from the inside out.
'They need it', I think to myself. They always need the power. The dominance. They want you to feel like they've given you ... the privilege ... to be the one to fulfill their every need.
I look up to her. She looks down. Waiting. Wanting.
"Please ... Governor?" I let my tongue slide over my lower lip as the last word leaves my pretty mouth. Her deep inhale then exhale, eyes closed tells me I've said the magic words. I reach up again. I bring down the zipper at an agonisingly slow pace. We both enjoy prolonging the inescapable. The teeth come undone from their counterpart one by one. I rest my hands on the front of her trousers and soon reach in.
She's packing.
I pull out her thickness. I'm immediately taken off guard almost scoffing at the size. This is larger than I'm used to. The shining black cock is both hard but soft at the same time. It's semi realistic - now attached to a much more worthy owner. I wrap my hand around the girth wondering how exactly I'm going to take it. I glance up catching Joan's eye searching for some sort of soft reassurance. However, what I find is much, much different. The Governor's gleaming smirk that she so proudly and devilishly wears when she's about to go in for the kill shines back at me. I instantly realize it's not about HOW I'm going to take it but rather how she is going to FORCE me to take it.
Now's the time.
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"Open" she demands clenching my jaw with her left hand.
I hesitate for a fraction of a second too long.
"Do as I say" she growls glaring down at me. She won't tolerate the smallest hint of defiance.
I open my mouth slowly.
She places her right hand at the base of the shaft guiding it in to the mouth that desperately wants to suck her off.
"Make it weT". Another demand requiring immediate attention. I dutifly comply.
I take the tip into my mouth allowing my tongue to run over it from the bottom to the top, then swirling it around to coat it completely. I seal my lips around her length, hollowing my cheeks showing the Governor that I'm fully willing to do as she orders. As I take a breath, I feel the shift of her hips lurching forward to push further into my mouth. I look up to see a perfectly arched eyebrow begging me to resist.
She knows I won't. I know I won't.
I lower my jaw to accommodate my current predicament. The Governor continues to push forward. A quarter, a third, now halfway in. I pull back to take a breath before going back to the halfway point. She boasts a smirk of approval allowing only one side of her mouth to move. Her eyes are dark and hooded. I know she's enjoying what she sees. Joan grips the cock at the base as her left hand rests on the back of my head. She pulls me in as she's inching her hips forward. She begins a slow pace. In and out. Back and forth. Steady. I take breaths in between preparing myself for what may come next. She soon increases her pace. She quickly builds a wicked rhythm fucking my mouth. Deeper. Faster. Joan's fingers grip my hair tighter and tighter forcing me to swallow more and more. The Governor is fulfilling her needs one swift stroke at a time.
"Good girl" she breathes out watching attentively while the cock is coated time and time again. I open my throat completely allowing her to push all the way back instantly. She watches the extension of herself totally disappear without warning.
That part is always her undoing.
Joan pulls from my mouth quickly with a huffing grunt while tugging my hair to stand. I saunter over to the bed knowing what fury the Governor is about to unleash on me as I hear the sound of her trousers dropping to the floor. My jaw aches - soon to be forgotten.
I feel heat behind me as her cock pushes against me. I slowly climb onto the bed, staying on all fours. Her six foot frame is perfectly suited to take me from this exact angle. I look back over my shoulder as Joan's soft hands take control of my hips. We're both in need. I feel her enter me from behind. She yanks my hips roughly to pull me into her completely. I let out a loud moan not expecting to take her length in one go. She's merciless.
"Take it all" is the continued command as she slams her hips against me. Over and over she pumps inside. The full length pounding my cunt relentlessly. She slaps my ass hard for good measure. Her palm print glows red right away. I relax into the size the best that I can but I know I'll certainly be sore tomorrow. Joan wraps her hand within my hair once again to pull my head back towards her. Her other hand still gripping my hip for support. I can feel her fingers digging in and squeezing my hipbone. She pushes in and out, in and out with a feverish tempo. My head begins to spin, the room spins, the air feels thin. I allow the Governor to fuck me as she pleases ... as she sees fit.
I feel her pull out and soon hear the thud of the strap on finding it's place on the floor. Joan turns me on to my back as she slinks her long, lean body over mine. Lowering her weight down on me, I feel her body heat, her wetness, her softness. She lowers her mouth to mine, almost touching but not quite.
"Vera" she whispers so softly, so sweet. I take her face into my hands and stare into the eyes that fully consume me. I know the feeling is mutual. I pull her in for a kiss just as she pushes her fingers inside me. She begins her assault on me once more.
Her long fingers plummet deep inside thrusting faster and faster. She curls them to hit my g-spot as her thumb begins to circle my clit. The Governor knows exactly what to do. She's no stranger to this sinful story. Joan fucks me, circles my clit relentlessly like a shark tracking blood in the water. Precise. I can hear the slippery sounds forcing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel I'm about to explode as I tighten around her fingers. My arms wrapped around her shoulders; I sink my nails into soft, smooth skin. She breaks the kiss to sink her teeth into my neck, stamping her signature onto my flesh.
"Cum for me. Now." The Governor's final demand harsh and deep in my ear, echoing in my brain. Instinctively, my body fully obeys her. Wetness flows freely into her palm. I yell her name into the darkness as my body shivers and shakes underneath her. I've been holding my breath to ride my orgasm out as long as possible. I feel like I could have easily passed out from the pleasure alone. Gasping, I struggle to fill my lungs with the air I so desperately need. Joan allows me to sink back into the soft sheets, my head lightly landing on the pillow. She brushes my hair behind my ear before lowering her mouth to mine for a kiss. I am finally able to open my eyes. With a flat palm against me, she taps her index finger on the center of my chest as a mischievous eyebrow is raised.
"Mine" she purrs with a giddy grin.
I let out a small giggle smiling back at her.
"Yours" I respond nodding in agreement.
Tonight, she has claimed her prize.
The Governor has masterfully fucked away the stress of the day ... the prison ... the world for the both of us in this moment. We have no wants, no needs or cares to speak of. We soon wrap around one another like pythons seizing their prey.
She loves TAKING control ...
but I love ALLOWING her that control.
Who dominates who exactly?