Slow and steady, with a side of honesty.

You cannot deny that every last fiber of your being yearns to ravish your new ****. But there is a festering rot at the heart of this relationship. She has awakened in you just as much as you have in her. This whole FBI mistaken identity thing seems like a fleeting memory at this point.

With true control comes honesty. You must address this now.

"What is your name?"

"Jessica." She breathes as she continues her gyrations.

You speak to her with authority, letting there be no doubt to your honesty. "Jessica, I am not who you think I am. I am not a spy from the SIS." She stops, confusion clouding her features as a hundred different thoughts race through her mind.

"You've picked up the wrong man." You give her a moment to let it sink in.

After a long silent moment she lets out a sigh. It is one of relief, not anger.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You've made a terrible mistake. How does that make you feel?"

Her eyes drop to the floor once more. "Ashamed."

"On your knees." You command.

With just a hint of hesitation she kneels down. She sits on her feet with her hands resting on her knees, head bowed. "Forgive me..."

You tower over her and look down upon her. "Forgive you?" You scoff. "I will punish you. I will bind you. I will humble you and bend you. I will hear you beg and I will watch you tremble. This will happen because it is what YOU want. You are so selfish." Her head bows further, you continue, "You will offer yourself to me and you will know you are a whore for doing so. I may even fuck you. But forgiveness? We'll see."

Your **** kneels before you, speechless. Unsure of what to do to appease you. You look at her kneeling at your feet. Soft smooth shoulders, the gentle lines of her back, her full inviting hips. Her breathing is shallow. You linger in the moment.

"Unbutton my shirt." You order.

This time without the slightest hesitancy, she scrambles to her feet. Her fingers shake as she fumbles with each button frantically. Her fervor getting the better of her.

"Slow down, that's it, good."

She untucks the shirt and finishes the final button. She reaches in through the shirt to feel your body, running her hands up and down. She explores your broad chest and your midsection with the flats of her hands and fingers wanting to feel every detail. You allow her to do this for a short time before stepping back to undo the cuff links and remove your shirt, exposing the black skin tight undershirt beneath.

She reaches for your belt buckle, undoing it. "Wait." You order as you push her back oh so gently, she yields completely to your pressure and steps back. You pull, slowly retrieving your belt through the belt loops. You see her eyes widen in fear and excitement at the sight of the thick leather belt in your hands.