I take charge

I hope the smile on my face isn’t as predatory as it feels. Clearly the events of the past few months has badly shaken this trusting young woman’s understanding of the world, there is no reason to add to her distrust by letting her think that I have been hoping that she’d be driven to this **** act of surrender.

“Yes, Alison.” I concede softly as I take another step into her room. “What I want is someone like you to use, but I want to be clear that what I want is a good girl who does what I tell her to without a fuss.” Her soft eyes widen slightly as I make my intentions clear. “Can you be that good girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” I like the ‘Sir’. It makes me feel even more in control to hear her use the title of respect and power.

“Put down the pillow, Alison.” I order sternly “Show me what I’m getting in exchange for all this rent money that I’m going to lose.” I can see the effort it takes for her to lower the pillow to her lap, but I want to make sure she knows who is in control. “I said get rid of the pillow, girl.” And to my delight, with a soft whimper of surrender, she sets the pillow aside and I see all of her glorious body.

Her knees are still pressed together so I can’t tell in her bush matches her blonde hair or not, but the sight of the kneeling woman makes my cock stiffen like I can’t remember when.

“Very nice.” I declare and Alison looks up. The look of anxiety replaced for a second with surprise and then what might even be feminine pride.

“Really?”

“Yes, Alison.” I assure her, “I think you might be the most beautiful young woman in the whole state.”

“Mr. P, stop it!” Her hands creep up to cover her breasts shyly. “Richard says I’m too small up here. He wants me to get implants.”

“Dick is an idiot, Honey.” I tell her as I move close enough to gently pull her hands off to the sides so I can get an unobstructed view of her tits. “Don’t change anything about this body. It’s perfect just the way it is.”

The bed creaks as I sit down next to her and brush a lock of hair away from her large eyes. In spite of the nervousness I sense a suppressed excitement and I wonder how long she sat her clutching her pillow before she worked up the nerve to call me to her room. “Are you ready?” I ask softly as I cup her cheek and turn her face to meet mine.

“Yes, Mr. Patterson.” But as my lips lightly brush against hers, her whole body stiffens. “I’m not good at this, Sir. Please don’t get mad if I can’t please you.” The idea of this woman not being pleasing is hard to process, but I finish the gentle kiss before I ask her what she means.

“It’s easy, Honey,” I assure her as I kiss her soulful eyes, “just go with the flow and do what feels right.”

“That’s just it, Mr. P.” Her voice is so low I can hear her only because her mouth is so close. “I can’t go with the flow, Richard says f-fucking me is the w-worst. I think he wants me to wiggle and squirm, but I just can’t seem to move once he’s on top of me.” She clings to my neck, and buries her nose into my shoulder. “I try, Mr. P, but I know it’s a mortal sin and the more it feels good, the more sinful it becomes.”

“Oh Angel,” If the situation weren’t so sad it would be funny. “Sex is supposed to feel good. That’s the whole point.”

“Well, for the man maybe.” Alison relaxes her grip enough that she can see my face, “for the wife, sex is a sacrifice we willingly give to please and honor the man.” The words were clearly recited from memory, either something she learned from her mother or in what passes for sex-ed in that private school she went to. Instead of arguing with her I lower my mouth onto one of her breasts and suck her nipple between my teeth. “Oh! Ohh … oghhmm , stop, Mr. P,” she pleads, “oh please stop!” By the time I lift my mouth from her teat it is puckered and hard and her breathing comes out in soft gasps.

“That felt good, didn’t it?”