On cue, the garage went up, the door slammed shut a moment later, Mia's purse hit the counter, and Leo could hear the clack of her shoes as she walked down the hall to the bedroom. A grin came to Leo's lips slowly as he could picture her tired, stressed, and ready to get naked as soon as she hit the bedroom. Like clockwork, Mia entered the bedroom, took one look at Leo in his underwear, and chuckled with a small shake of her head.
"Evening, lover," she smiled over to him.
It's then she noticed her collar on the bed, Leo's hand lightly rested over it, his smile deepened as desire flooded Mia's eyes. "I guess I know what we are doing," she chuckled again and proceeded to strip in front of him.
Leo watched with hungry eyes, his finger tapped on her collar making the buckles jingle a little. Mia was no expert in stripping, and Leo was too interested in viewing, and impatient to touch, her lithe body that she only did the barest of tease as her clothes came off. Her dark red curls fell around her pale rose colored skin as her shirt dropped carelessly to the floor. An impish smile was on her face as she reached back to unhook her black lace bra, releasing her still perky breasts from their prison. Leo's head tilted to the side as if to appraise for the first time this woman that he loved. In her mid-forties, she still had the body of a twenty-year-old. Given how attractive her mother was at eighty, Leo would indeed be a lucky man to finish his life with a woman this beautiful and bewitchingly ageless.
Slowly, Mia unzipped her black skirt next, the fabric quickly falling to the ground to reveal her rounded hips and a black lace thong. With practiced ease, she lifted one leg up and removed her black pump, tossing it with a clack to the floor as she stepped out of her skirt. In the same movement, her other leg came up, her hand taking the last shoe off, but this time as she settled her petite foot to the cool wood floor, she raised the shoe to her head, paused a moment, and dropped it to the floor. The crack on the wood as the shoe hit the floor made Leo's eyebrow raise. It was a familiar sound to him, but not because of a shoe hitting the floor, his lips quirked up in a knowing smile as Mia echoed his smile back. So many things communicated in simple looks, small movements of the face and body, he was already rock hard for this woman, and he hadn't even touched her.
With a model's grace, Mia walked slowly to the edge of the bed, her thong still on, her hips swayed in just that way to draw his eyes to them. She placed two hands onto the bed, then two knees, and as she started to crawl across the bed, Leo quickly stood up and dropped his underwear. Mia looked directly at his incredibly hard cock with a devilish grin on her lips. Her tongue slowly trailed along her lips as she stopped in front of Leo.
Moving into a kneeling position, Mia gathered her hair into one hand and tipped her head forward to expose the back of her neck. Leo wasted no time placing the collar gently around her neck, pulling it slowly closed, and buckling it securely in place. She could feel the soft fur against her neck as he adjusted the position of the leather collar, the O-ring now pointed towards him, and a shiver ran down her back at being completely his. Tenderly, Leo's fingers grazed her skin from the back of her neck to along her jawline. He stopped suddenly and gripped her chin with a little force before he tipped her head up to look at him.
Mia could tell Leo wanted to play dominant tonight, and after a day of directing a start-up company, she was all too willing to let him. A sultry smile curved her lips as she looked up to him, and then down at his cock. Leo jerked her chin up slightly to indicate eyes on him, and she obediently looked up to lock her gaze with his. Meanwhile, his other hand moved to behind her head, fingers gently gliding into her hair causing gooseflesh to break out across Mia's body. One hand firmly on the back of her head, the other gripping tightly her chin, their eyes still locked, Leo slowly guided her head down.
The signal was known well. Without words, Mia's body immediately shifted to extend her legs out, her belly to the silken sheets as she arched her back to get into position. She began to look down, and again Leo jerked her chin up, 'eyes on me,' he was silently saying. Mia obliged, eyes locked to his, her mouth opening, tongue laying out invitingly, as he guided his cock into the warm, accepting cave.
As Leo's member penetrated Mia, her lips closed around his head as her tongue flicked the tip. With each slow pull and thrust, he worked more and more of his cock into her mouth, allowing Mia's spit to naturally coat him as if he was penetrating her not-quite wet enough pussy. Her tongue danced along his shaft, adding pressure along with her lips as he set the pace and depth.
Mia could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she did her best to relax and allow him to go as deep as he wished. When she saw his head tilt back and his eyes close, a soft sigh escaping his lips, only then did she move her eyes downward, closing them to focus on the feel of his cock in her mouth. It was divine. She didn't understand other women, this was the ultimate of pleasures, knowing the control of both pain and pleasure was at her disposal. And with that thought, she closed her mouth just slightly to allow her teeth to graze his shaft as it plunged into her mouth, reminding him that he wasn't fucking her pussy, and that at any moment she could turn the tables. Leo chuckled huskily as if reading her mind, and he could feel the smile of her tight lips around his cock as she hid her teeth again. Leo's hands moved to either side of Mia's head, fingers splayed around her ears, tips digging in lightly to grip her scalp. He was in control again.
"Fuck," he breathed as he pushed as deep as he could, only stopping when he felt Mia's nose hit his belly.
A gag racks Mia as he pushed too deep, and he immediately pulled back and out, to look down at her as she blinked tears away and swallowed. Strings of spittle clung to his cock and her chin, still connecting them in that moment. Mia softly chuckled as she obediently looked up to him, and his gaze shifted from concern to tenderness as he whispered, "Good Girl."
Tilting her head into his hand, as if nuzzling him like a cat, Mia opened her mouth again, eyes still locked to his. "More?" Leo questioned.
Mia smiled coyly up to him, and almost shyly, whispered, "Yes, Daddy."
She watched the shiver quickly go across him at the surrender in that name, and he guided, once again, his cock into her mouth.