other, making sure they got equal attention. She shifted from foot to foot and tried to grab his arms.
"No. Hands at your side. I'd like you to stay right where I put you until I say otherwise. Unless you’d rather I tie you down?"
“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
He pulled back. “I think someone's been studying up while I was busy this week.”
She blinked a few times then nodded. The deep color of her neck and face made it clear she was losing herself in his attention. He imagined her nipples were not the only thing aroused. He continued kissing her flesh and made his way up the side of her neck. "I've thought quite a bit about fucking you, Ms Adams. My cock has been hungry for you for a very long time."
She moaned, this time sounding close to a wail.
"Do you like making me hard, Miss Adams?"
"Yes," she said, panting.
"Manners, Miss Adams. Remember your manners." He nudged her ear with his nose before biting down on the lobe.
"Sorry. Yes, Sir. I mean, I'm still not used to—"
"Addressing your Dom?" he asked.
Her head pulled back. "Is that? I mean. Yes, Sir."
It was if she was shocked to say the word. He needed to make a statement here. One she wouldn't forget, that would put her in the submissive place she needed. An idea struck him. He grabbed her arm and marched her over to his desk and faced her away from him.
"I am your Dom. I don’t how temporary it may be, but you are mine. Hear it, let it soak in, accept it." He pressed his hand to her back and bent her over the flat wooden surface and pressed into her buttocks, making sure the hard ridge of his cock nestled between the cloth-covered cheeks of her ass. "Say it."
"You are my Dom," she said.
The mechanical tone of her voice was hardly convincing. He reached down and grabbed the edge of her skirt and dragged it up around her waist, baring her gorgeous ass. The tiny thong she wore covered little. But more than he liked. "Say it like you mean it," he said.
"I do mean it."
Mason pinched her left cheek, causing her to yelp. "I didn't ask for sarcasm. I asked for you to say it like you really mean it."
He watched the rise and fall of her torso and imagined her biting her tongue until she could speak without a retort. In the meantime, he began to caress her round bottom. Smooth, warm skin greeted him. He refrained from spreading her cheeks and licking her from top to bottom like he wanted. He needed her mind focused on his voice, not panicking about what he did or the flight.
"You are my Dom." She finally said it with a tad more conviction.
"I'm not convinced." He grabbed the sides of her thong and ripped through the fabric, tearing the last of the garments still hiding her from him.
She gasped. "Sir?"
"As cute as that thong looked on you, I want nothing in my way. Ever. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Her voice broke.
Mason smiled, glad she couldn't see his face. His satisfaction at the moment might send her in the wrong direction. To keep her on track, he slide his hand from the top of her sweetheart shaped ass, along the crease between her cheeks and glided across her pussy. A small strip of hair covered her labia. Normally, that would annoy him, but with her, he adored it. He stroked her a few times before simply pushing a finger between her lower lips.
Ahhhh fuck. He kept the exclamation in his head when his finger met hot moisture.
"Now." He paused and let his fingers touch her clit with a barely there caress. She jerked against him. "Tell me who your Dom is."
"Oh. Oh. You are, Sir. You are my Dom."
This time he heard the excitement in her voice and he half-believed she meant it. Contractually, she was his submissive. But he wanted her to forget about the contract and anything else at the moment. He used the tip of his finger to pull some moisture to her clit and circled the hard nub. It was killing him not to see her. Normally, he'd have her flat on her back on his bed by now with her body open and ready.
"No. Hands at your side. I'd like you to stay right where I put you until I say otherwise. Unless you’d rather I tie you down?"
“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
He pulled back. “I think someone's been studying up while I was busy this week.”
She blinked a few times then nodded. The deep color of her neck and face made it clear she was losing herself in his attention. He imagined her nipples were not the only thing aroused. He continued kissing her flesh and made his way up the side of her neck. "I've thought quite a bit about fucking you, Ms Adams. My cock has been hungry for you for a very long time."
She moaned, this time sounding close to a wail.
"Do you like making me hard, Miss Adams?"
"Yes," she said, panting.
"Manners, Miss Adams. Remember your manners." He nudged her ear with his nose before biting down on the lobe.
"Sorry. Yes, Sir. I mean, I'm still not used to—"
"Addressing your Dom?" he asked.
Her head pulled back. "Is that? I mean. Yes, Sir."
It was if she was shocked to say the word. He needed to make a statement here. One she wouldn't forget, that would put her in the submissive place she needed. An idea struck him. He grabbed her arm and marched her over to his desk and faced her away from him.
"I am your Dom. I don’t how temporary it may be, but you are mine. Hear it, let it soak in, accept it." He pressed his hand to her back and bent her over the flat wooden surface and pressed into her buttocks, making sure the hard ridge of his cock nestled between the cloth-covered cheeks of her ass. "Say it."
"You are my Dom," she said.
The mechanical tone of her voice was hardly convincing. He reached down and grabbed the edge of her skirt and dragged it up around her waist, baring her gorgeous ass. The tiny thong she wore covered little. But more than he liked. "Say it like you mean it," he said.
"I do mean it."
Mason pinched her left cheek, causing her to yelp. "I didn't ask for sarcasm. I asked for you to say it like you really mean it."
He watched the rise and fall of her torso and imagined her biting her tongue until she could speak without a retort. In the meantime, he began to caress her round bottom. Smooth, warm skin greeted him. He refrained from spreading her cheeks and licking her from top to bottom like he wanted. He needed her mind focused on his voice, not panicking about what he did or the flight.
"You are my Dom." She finally said it with a tad more conviction.
"I'm not convinced." He grabbed the sides of her thong and ripped through the fabric, tearing the last of the garments still hiding her from him.
She gasped. "Sir?"
"As cute as that thong looked on you, I want nothing in my way. Ever. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Her voice broke.
Mason smiled, glad she couldn't see his face. His satisfaction at the moment might send her in the wrong direction. To keep her on track, he slide his hand from the top of her sweetheart shaped ass, along the crease between her cheeks and glided across her pussy. A small strip of hair covered her labia. Normally, that would annoy him, but with her, he adored it. He stroked her a few times before simply pushing a finger between her lower lips.
Ahhhh fuck. He kept the exclamation in his head when his finger met hot moisture.
"Now." He paused and let his fingers touch her clit with a barely there caress. She jerked against him. "Tell me who your Dom is."
"Oh. Oh. You are, Sir. You are my Dom."
This time he heard the excitement in her voice and he half-believed she meant it. Contractually, she was his submissive. But he wanted her to forget about the contract and anything else at the moment. He used the tip of his finger to pull some moisture to her clit and circled the hard nub. It was killing him not to see her. Normally, he'd have her flat on her back on his bed by now with her body open and ready.
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