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Vince's hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers sliding into her hair, gripping it tightly, pulling her head at an angle, breaking her from her reverie and bringing her back to the present. "As I said, plans. My plans... for you." He kissed her deeply, his left hand holding her head in place, as his right unbuttoned her blouse. He could feel her quivering at first, her stress holding her away. Ever so slowly he felt her relaxing into his arms. He knew she was ready for him, he knew she needed him.
"First rule, no talking unless I ask you to reply. Do you understand?" His right hand pulled her blouse down and off her arms, his left still holding her head in place.
"Y... yes," she replied softly.
"Yes...??"
"Yes... Sir," she repeated.
"Very good, doll. Very good. The second rule is that you will do everything... and I mean everything... I say, when I say it. Do you understand?" His right hand unfastened her pants and he pushed them, making them slide down her legs to the floor. He pulled her towards the hall, making her step out of her pants, helping her kick off her shoes.
Slowly, he walked her down the short hall and up the stairs to the master bedroom. The curtain on the front window was wide open but it was a short walk. Surly no one would see her. Right? Jenn was almost shivering with anticipation. She almost wished someone could watch her be dominated. She loved games like this. He walked her into the master bathroom and, releasing her for a moment, turned on the bath. He squirted a little bubble-bath into the tub and watched as it began to foam, testing the water to make sure it was just the right temperature.
Turning back to Jenn he turned her away from him and unfastened her bra, sliding it off her arms. Then he slid her panties down and off her legs, leaving her completely naked. He grabbed her hair again and helped her into the tub, helping her sit in the hot water. She wasn't given the choice, the control was taken from her. All control was being taken from her.
Jenn felt the water flow over and around her body, easing her muscles, relaxing her. She watched Vince kneel on the floor beside the tub, still fully clothed, watched him grab a washcloth and begin washing her. She loved how delicate and loving he treated her, washing her body with such a delicate touch. It was so different than the forceful, dominating demeanor he showed just moments before... the dominating demeanor she knew she'd face again.
His hands washed over her breasts, the hot water and suds covering her, then rinsed off. His hand slid down her legs, washing them, before sliding over the inside of her thighs and over her pussy. He took the washcloth in his left hand as his fingers circled her clit. She lay her head back and opened her thighs invitingly, as first one finger slipped into her, then a second. She grunted approval as they moved in and out slowly, teasingly.
"Good girl," he whispered. "You have such a beautiful pussy."
Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. She moaned softly, immediately missing his touch as his fingers slid from her pussy. "Up," he whispered as he helped her stand. He toweled her off and helped her out of the tub.
She shivered lightly in the cooler air as he walked her back into the bedroom. He stood her at the end of the bed, making her face away from it, facing him. He stood inches in front of her, his hands at his sides.
"Last chance. Is this what you want?" he whispered.
She licked her lips in anticipation. She knew this was what she wanted, but she didn't want to appear too eager. In fact, she was a little disappointed she was even given a choice. But she knew she wouldn't be disappointed with the results.
"Yes," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, closing her eyes.
"Ok, then." Metal clinked in his hands as he picked up a pair of handcuffs she knew were close by. "Turn," he ordered softly, and she turned to face away from him. "Arms back," and she put her hands behind her back. She felt the cool metal clink around her wrists and then felt more metal, above her elbows, encircling her arms and holding her arms further back. She felt her shoulders pull back, forcing her chest forward... a new sensation.
He turned her to face him again. She stood a full half a foot less than his six foot frame and he meant to make it seem even larger. He moved beside her and grabbed her hair again.
"Kneel," he said softly, pulling her down and helping her to her knees. It was difficult, but she lowered herself to the ground, with his help, until she was finally kneeling. He put his hand on the top of her head, stroking her head gently, lovingly. Using care, he moved her hair aside, off her neck, and draped a stiff two inch strip of leather around her neck, a collar. He cinched it tight, fastened it and clipped something to the ring in front of it... a leash, she saw as it dangled from her throat to his hand.
It was her collar. It was her only clothing. Now she wasn't a wife. She was property. She was controlled. She was... owned.
He patted her head and moved in front of her again. Her head was at waist level and she watched, licking her lips unconsciously, as Vince began unfastening his pants. Slowly he released the clip in front and unzipped them. The loose material parted easily, his black silk boxers she'd never seen before tented from his obvious erection.
Slowly he slid his pants down his legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. Jennifer sat in anticipation, loving how much he controlled her. Her pussy was beginning to overheat as she was unable to take her eyes from his hardness. But she couldn't touch herself, couldn't even squeeze her thighs together to exert even the slightest bit of desired pressure.
His fingers slid into the waistband of his boxers and he slid them down off his hips, his erection nearly free, nearly exposed. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as she watched him undress. It seemed to take forever for him to finally slide his boxers down and off.
Finally he stood before her, naked below the waist, his cock, his glorious, hard cock, extending towards her... wanting her... desiring her. She swallowed, feeling her mouth suddenly gush with saliva. She wanted it so badly.
"What do you say?" he whispered.
"Oh my God," she moaned softly. "Please let me suck your cock!"
He was only a step away, but it seemed to take an eternity for him to cross it. And when he did, his cock was grazing her cheek. He twisted sideways and swiped it across her lips, but she sat, immobile, waiting, feeling it throb slightly with his heartbeat. It was warm and though the shaft was very hard, the skin surrounding it was soft.
A slight push, a slight move closer to her, and his glorious hardness slid up her cheek, resting on her forehead. She could feel it's entire length resting on her face, his balls just grazing her lips and chin. She loved that he was so hard because of her. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of him, loving the smell of him, loving the feeling of being used, loving the control he exerted over her.
She was breathing heavily, but she tried to control it, tried to calm herself down.
"You may," he finally whispered.
She smiled and moved her head back, letting his cock slide down her face as her tongue extended, capturing it, licking it's entire length. When she reached the tip, she pushed forward, sliding it between her lips, slowly sliding it deep into her mouth.
Just as slowly, she withdrew it, licking the underside as it pulled from her, forming a beautiful seal around it with her lips and sucking.
She heard him moan softly and began sliding it in and out, fucking him with her mouth. It felt so incredible going so deep inside her and then moving all the way to the tip, the ridge of the head sliding between her lips as she flicked her tongue over it. She nibbled down the side and then licked on the way back to the tip.
She plunged it back into her mouth and began fucking him, but it didn't take long. She knew it would. Her work... her week from hell... her boss... all the thoughts she didn't want invaded her brain, distracting her.
She felt the sting of his hand striking her cheek, not very hard, but hard enough to shock her. He'd never slapped her on the face before. She sat stunned, unable to think. Then another slap on the same cheek.
"I'm sorry I'm boring you," he said sternly. "I guess I'll have to do it."
When she became aware again, both of his hands were on the sides of her head, his fingers entwined in her hair. His cock was at her lips, ready, waiting.
"Open," he said sternly, and she opened her mouth, slightly extending her tongue. He pushed forward, his cock sliding into her mouth as his hands pulled her head forward, deeper and deeper. She didn't know if she could take his full length, but he didn't give her a choice. He pushed into her until it was completely in her mouth and down her throat. She couldn't breath and gagged a little until he released, sliding out until the tip was barely in her mouth.
She could feel her saliva dripping from her mouth, from his cock, onto her breasts, but didn't have time to even think about it before he plunged in again just as deeply. Again and again she was made to take his entire hardness. Again and again he held her there, helpless, unable to breath before finally letting her go. He held her longer each time, dominating her, showing her how much control he had over her. He even controlled her ability to breathe.
She could feel him getting closer as his hands gripped tighter and he began thrust in and out of her throat. It was all she could do to just breath, suck, and lick, it was her entire world. Saliva dripped from her cock-hungry mouth as she gagged and sputtered for breath with each thrust.
His thrusts grew faster and more forceful, his ass clenching with each push into her mouth, his breathing and moaning increasing significantly. She knew he was close. And she never wanted anything more in her entire life.
With loud grunting exhales, he exploded into her mouth as he stopped thrusting. She could feel every time his ass tightened, each delicious spurt fill her mouth until it was practically overflowing. She could taste him as it coated her tongue before swallowing, hoping, begging for even more. She grunted, breathing as best she could, gagging, trying to turn him on even more.
