Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1 (5 page)

From the time the alarm sounded Friday morning, MJ was an excited bundle of nerves. The anticipation of having her husband back in her arms, her bed and her pussy was driving her crazy with excitement. And to heighten the evening’s prospects she had saved the final chapters of the first book in order to read today. After making the bed showering and getting dressed, she sat on the sofa with her legs under her ready to finish the book. The closing scene was more than she expected…

The passage read:

She had done well with Mr. Adam Carlson. He had become one of her favorite projects. The young man was remarkable in his willingness to serve her. The semester was coming to a close and today she had a special treat lined up for her student.

He stood before her with leather restraints on his wrists and ankles. The professor liked how the dark black leather contrasted against his pale skin. Chromed metal rings hung from each restraint and other than four black bands he stood naked. Dressed only in a robe, she smiled slyly walking to her slave and stroking his already hard cock.

She enjoyed the readiness of the young men who called for her special services, this one was no different. His grade would indeed reflect his cooperation this semester and the professor was moving on to extra credit. She handed him two small chromed clasps. He took them in his hands without a word. “Attach one to each of your wrist cuffs.” She slowly circled him gently rubbing the cheeks of his backside and stoking his erection as she made her way around him.

Once the clasps were in place she went on, “We are coming to the end of the semester Mr. Carlson. Tell me, have you enjoyed the benefits of your additional tutelage?”

Without hesitation he responded, “Yes, Mistress.”

“
Very good”, she said still circling. “Today is a final exam of sorts. This could be the difference between a passing or failing grade. Are you willing to submit yourself to me again for this final session?”

“
Yes, Mistress”, again was his immediate response.

“
Lay down on your back over there on the ottoman.” She pointed and he quickly took his place. The professor picked up a metal bar from the sofa and standing at her slaves feet began to prepare him. The bar had a clasp at each end similar to the ones now hanging from his wrists. They jingled as she moved about between his legs. She first attached one to his left ankle restraint and then spread his legs wide. In doing so she was able to attach the opposing clasp to his right ankle restraint.

The young man lay there completely open to her. It would now be impossible for him to close his thighs. His cock stood straight in the air as if begging for attention. Roughly the professor grabbed the center of the spreader bar and pulled Adam’s legs up exposing his ass to her. “Give me your wrist”, she commanded. He brought his right wrist to her while she attached it to the same ring on the bar as was his right ankle. “Now the other”, she demanded and when she had it attached to the left ankle, her student looked like a roped calf at a rodeo. Both arms were extended to meet each ankle, his feet were waving in the air with his ass exposed and waiting.

The professor left the room and when she returned he knew what fate awaited him. She had nothing on but a harness around her waist which wove between her legs and around her thighs, from her center hung a flesh colored rubber dildo. It bounced as she walked back into the room. Without a word spoken she opened a small bottle of lubrication and began rubbing it into his opening. Her slender fingers penetrated his virgin hole as she pushed the slippery substance deeper into him.

He moaned slightly as the penetrating fingers rubbed against his prostate. The restraints were too strong for Adam to break and he could not move from his current position. There was nothing he could do to stop her
; he was helpless to prevent what was about to happen next.

MJ’s eyes widened as she read page after page of the dominatrix and her sub
missive. The scene played out in her mind and again she returned to Dalton and taking control of him. This type of control added excitement in that she had not considered it before. She wanted to see if the characters took pleasure from the encounter and how.

Wetness seeped from her and she reminder herself not to take action. Tonight was going to be special; she just wanted to heighten her arousal. Dalton would be there soon to finish what she had started.

When the professor was satisfied that her pupil was ready, she used additional lube on the rubber dildo. While running her hands over the fake cock she looked down at Adam and said, “I’ve been waiting for this and I’m going to enjoy it.” She rubbed the head against his asshole expecting to hear him plead for her not to take him. Instead he remained calm and waited for her take pleasure from using his body.

She aimed the dildo at her target and gently eased it into his opened ass. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath but again, did not protest. She pulled out and applied more lube. When she inserted the dido again it easily slid in. Smiling down at him she could feel his body tense from the new sensation of being impaled. Stopping her movement, she allowed him to get accustomed to the invasion before going on.

Certain that he had relaxed somewhat, the professor began again in earnest. Pumping in and out of his ass using more force with each stroke. Dominating him in this way was enjoyment enough but the pounding was striking directly at her clitoris sending waves of pleasure though her body. Each new insertion brought her closer to orgasm. She continued her forceful battering until her building climax crashed into her. And with a final push she drove the strap-on deep inside her helpless slave, holding it there as her orgasm racked her body.

Her hands were wrapped firmly around Adam’s thighs holding them each in place. Hearing him whimper, she looked down just in time to see jets of cum launch from his dick and splash across his chest and stomach. The sight brought her immediately to slam into him over again bring her second climax flooding through.

Exhausted, she unfastened the wrist restraints and pulled free from his ass collapsing onto the adjoining sofa. “Unbuckled your restraints, you can go”, she said breathlessly. She watched as he released the reaming clasps and got dressed. When he reached the door to leave she said, “Mr. Carlson…”

“
Yes, Mistress”, he said looking back over his shoulder.

“
Well done. You will receive an A+ for the semester. You may want to consider private lessons again next quarter.”

He smiled opening the door, “Yes, Mistress.”

MJ closed the book and resisted the urge to masturbate. Her clit now throbbed with the need to be touched. So many scenarios of how the night could play out swarmed through her mind. She had been wanting Dalton to come back to her and now she had this new fantasy to add to the building excitement.

She
lay back against the sofa and recalled some of her favorite times with him. She liked giving him head to warm things up. The feel of his hardness in her mouth always made her wet with anticipation. Their normal routine was with him in her mouth gliding up and down his shaft using her lips, tongue and fingers to completely arouse him. Before he would cum she would get him to give her at least one orgasm with his mouth.

She would lay back on the bed to give him easy access to her.
Using his hands, he would spread her legs and just look at her pussy. She was uncomfortable with him starring at first, but he assured her of how beautiful she was and now she look forward to seeing him stare at her again.

He would spread her outer lips with the pads of his thumbs. His tongue, hot and wet would move down to make contact with the top of her slit. It would travel down, ghosting over her clit and moving onward to her opening. Two long fingers would then come and push into her entrance, curling them in a
come hither
fashion while caressing her G-spot.

Her inner walls would involuntarily clench around his fingers as he made
contact with her inner pleasure spot. His tongue would move around her pussy, teasing her with light swipes and carefully placed kisses. Her hands would involuntarily fist at the blankets as he worked her closer to orgasm.

Her mind wheeled as she recalled in detail how he would know the exact moment
to suck on her clit. His fingers would continue to move within her. A rush of her juices would cover his fingers and her inner walls would spasm around them as she came with the call of his name and her fingers pulling at his head.

Snapping back to reality, MJ smiled with the memory of how things used to be. Tonight she would have her Dalton back. The
anticipation was overwhelming. She was positive it would be mind blowing for the both of them, like it had always been. 

The antique clock on the wall slowly ticked away the seconds. With every passing minute her ire rose. He was late and if he didn’t get home soon, they would miss their reservation at the restaurant. In a simple red, strapless, cocktail dress and black pumps MJ sat on the sofa, waiting.  Her hair was done in loose curls and she had applied a seductive smoky eye makeup with matching red lips.

Taking time to pick just the right thing, h
er attire was the perfect image of lust and desire. Anyone could see that was what she was after. But her husband wasn’t home to see it, nor had he called to let her know he would be late.  

The jingle of keys at the lock announced his arrival.
She turned to look over her shoulder as he came inside. He dropped his luggage at the door and began the process of apologizing, “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about dinner, we’re still going. I just need to change my shirt and tie and then we can leave. My flight got stalled on the run-way. This was as fast as I could make it home.”

So why didn’t you text??????

She turned to look at him with a frown on her face, she didn’t believe him, but was relieved that they were still going. “Okay, but hurry, we only have a short time to get there. We’ll have to fight the Friday night traffic down to the river front.”

In a flash Dalton was back from the bed room smelling of fresh cologne
. His shirt and tie had been changed and he was ready for an evening on the town. Before she knew it they were out the door and in the car.

Finally taking the time to comment on her appearance, Dalton said,
“You look beautiful tonight, baby.”

“Thank you, I have been looking forward to tonight since you texted me yesterday. I can’t remember the last time we had a romantic dinner together or made love.” Her hand went to his thigh and traveled upward to his crotch. Her fingers lightly touched his member through the material. He tensed slightly and gave her a small smile before reach
ing to turn on the radio. Rock music played throughout the car. He then touched her hand moving it back to his thigh.

MJ
let her hand settle high on his leg. She was confused by his diversion.
It’s probably because he doesn’t want to have a hard-on when we go into the restaurant.
She frowned at this thought.
That doesn’t make sense though. I have given him plenty of hand-jobs and blowjobs in the car. I can take care of it before we go in. I hope he knows that. Maybe he just wants to hold out for later.

She looked out the window and let out a soft sigh. They didn’t talk as the music continued to play
. She didn’t know what to talk about. He apparently wasn’t interested in what she wanted to do and she wasn’t particularly in the mood to talk to him about his work either.
Give it some time, he just got home and might need to relax for a while.

Traffic was light and they made it to the restaurant in time for their 7:00 reservation. Just being there lifted MJ’s spirits. This was one their favorite places for fine dining and they had been coming here for a few years. After parking the car Dalton was gentleman enough to open her door and help her out of the car. She smiled at the thought of his gesture; it was almost like old times, when they first started dating.

MJ waited for Dalton to close the door and began to feel better about the evening. They had a short walk to the entrance and he took her hand. She could still sense his tension and thought he seemed somewhat robotic in his actions. Hoping she misread him, MJ let the thought pass and readied herself for a nice evening at Jean-Robert’s Table.

The host greeted them as they walked in. “Hello and welcome. Do you have a reservation?”  He was blatantly staring at her and she enjoyed the brief bit of attention. She did not try to block his view, but rather hoped that Dalton noticed the young man appreciating her
. Do you see that? He thinks I’m worth a look. Maybe a little jealousy will do the trick…

“Johnson,” said Dalton. He placed a hand around MJ
’s waist and pulled her to him. There was no affection in the action, he was being possessive. Finding their reservation the host gathered menus and led them to a table. Before moving however, MJ pulled free of his grasp.
Perhaps he did notice…
And she walked sexily to the table catching more than a few other men casting a glance in her direction.

They
were seated at a cozy booth for two. French music, fresh cut flowers, and candles on the table made for a romantic mood. Dalton ordered a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and MJ’s began to settle back into the purpose of the evening. She put her chin on her hand and looked at him, he was reading the menu. Slipping her foot out of her shoe she rubbed his leg. He looked up from his menu and into her eyes; she smiled and bit her lip.  Her foot traveled higher up his leg until her toes rest firmly against his crotch. The reaction she got was less than desirable. An onlooker would have noticed nothing from him.

Dalton
looked down and continued to read his menu. Using her foot to play with his member was not getting the result she had hoped for and just as she was about to give up he said, “I have some exciting news. We may have this merger deal about finished. After all of the fighting between the two companies, it looks like we’ve reached an agreement. I wanted to give you the news tonight.”

It’s just work. He’s trying to impress you and his head isn’t in the game yet. Remember he’s been under a lot of stress lately.
She moved her foot around, using her toes to massage him through the material of his pants. “That’s great! I know how hard you’ve worked on this deal. Congratulations. Speaking of hard, I can think of a few more things I want to happen tonight.”

He continued to stare at the menu
as if he didn’t hear a thing she said. “Yeah, closing this deal will add a hefty sum to my salary. I, for one, am looking forward to the increase. We could probably buy a bigger house.”

She took her foot off his lap and let her hand drop to the table. Leaning back in her seat she sighed. “I don’t really want a
bigger house.” Thankfully the wine arrived breaking her building tension.

“Sure. I’m
thinking of making Mark Newman CFO, I haven’t told him yet. He worked just as hard on the deal and deserves the position.” He didn’t notice his wife pouting and as the waiter finished pouring the wine he said. “Have you decided?”

~*~*~*~*~

Dalton continued to carry on about the merger, the airlines, the restructuring… It sounded like important stuff, but she had no interest at all. Rather than fight the conversation MJ let him ramble though the entire dinner.
Better to get it out now…
Even though the meal was delicious this was not what she had expected or wanted for a romantic evening out. He had been gone every week for the past few months. This merger was important to him and she needed to let him tell her about it. He was proud of his accomplishment and needed her acknowledgement.

When they were back in the car, MJ made her move. She let her
hand travel to his lap again and her nimble fingers worked him through his pants until he was hard.
Finally!
She smiled knowing that she still had the expert touch. “I’m glad you’re home. I want you to know how proud I am of you and what you’ve done over these past months.” She continued teasing him through his pants. “I’ve missed you and I think we needed this night out together.”

Dalton grunted some sort of affirmation but made no move to join in the car play. Instead he kept his eyes on the road and both hand at the wheel.
He’s hard, so that must mean he still wants me. We’ll have a great night of sex when we get home. I’ll see to that…

Her thoughts comforted her
as they rounded the last turn onto their street. They would be home in just minutes and then the fun would begin.