I begin to count in my head in an effort to prolong my pending orgasm as Sianna fucks the life out of me. What use is it? Even though I seek control in everything and everyone my own penis is the one thing that refuses to listen to a damn thing I say. And right here, right now is no different.
I can’t help myself. I scream out, “I’m going to come,” just as Sianna’s breasts burst free, her tits bouncing vigorously, sending my emotions into overdrive.
“Oh fuck!” I scream out.
Sianna too begins to orgasm. Her head whips back pushing her beautiful, plentiful breasts forward. Fuck what I would give to touch and suck them both.
Her hands remain grasping the bar as she too begins to scream in pure ecstasy.
“Fuck yeah baby.”
“Oh god. Fuck yes. Fuck.”
As Sianna’s hips begin to wind down she begins to calm down. With her hands now planted firmly on my chest, my cock still embedded deep inside her she breathes deeply in an effort to catch her breath.
“Fuck me that was hot.”
She doesn’t say a thing. Instead she lifts herself off me and rids my cock of its latex covering. Standing by the side of the bed, looking down at me, she smiles then covers me with a blanket before making her way toward the door.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“I’ll be back in the morning.”
“But I’m still tied up. Hey, Sianna wait. What did I do wrong?”
Leaning back inside her bedroom door way she assures me “You did nothing wrong Preston. In fact, you did everything right. Night.”
What the hell?
“Night. What? Sianna come back here and untie me.”
The last thing I hear is the sound of her apartment door closing.
SIANNA
“Okay so tell me again what happened last night?” ask Rhiannon as she sips on her long black morning kickstarter.
Coffee with my best friend and a light breakfast before a day spent applying for jobs is the perfect way to start our day.
My mind flicks back to last night when I rode the cock of Mr. Preston Heat. Yes, I like control while in the bedroom, but never have I been so brazen before. I mean I sat on the guys face. Not that it seemed to worry him too much, but Christ, talk about forward.
“I told you. I tied him up then I fucked the shit out of him.”
“Yeah and there’s nothing wrong with that, but you’ve never left a guy tied up all night then spent the rest of the night on my couch before. Why did you run away from him?.”
I know why, but it’s not something I want to admit to right now.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s because he expects a lot from me during the day, but I’m not sure he’s willing to accept my terms during the night.”
“Right. So, let me get this straight. Preston is asking you to not wear revealing clothes, watch what you say so that you don’t give too much of your personal life with him away to the media and well basically just be a respectable woman while you’re on his arm? Am I right? Am I missing anything?”
“No, you’re right.” I answer as I stare down into my second coffee for the morning.
“And he’s agreed to give you the control you need in the bedroom if you act respectfully during the day?”
“Well I think so.”
“You think so?”
“Well we haven’t exactly talked about it.”
“Didn’t you talk to him this morning?”
“Um no.”
“Why not?”
“Because he wasn’t there.”
“I must be missing a piece of the puzzle here because I thought you told me that you left him tied to your bed for the night.”
“Yeah I did, but I took your key and snuck back in there early this morning while you were sleeping.”
Rhiannon just shakes her head as if doing so will unrattle her already rattled brain.
“I went back so that I could untie him while he slept.”
“So, you’re avoiding him. Don’t you want to be his girl?”
I want to be his girl. I’m just not sure he’s prepared to give up the control he desires to be able to satisfy my needs for control and I think I like him.
“I can’t believe the guy you’re fucking is Preston Heat by the way.”
How could I not tell my bestfriend about Preston. To hell with Gian’s rule not to tell a soul who visits her establishment. Besides i don't’ work there anymore and I know I can trust Rhi with anything.
“Shh.” I place my heavy head in my hands and sigh. “ I think I need to never think about Preston Heat ever again.”
Rhi too sighs then rises from her chair.
“If you say so. Well I’ve got to go. Catch up later for a drink?”
“Yeah sounds good. Good luck today.”
“You too.”
PRESTON
Christ, I feel on top of the world this morning. Last night being fucked by Sianna was the best night of my life. I never thought I would like to have a woman taking charge like that, but considering the show I was treated too, fuck I’d happily do it all again. Just not every night though. I mean I’ve got a few tricks of my own I’d like to try out on her one day too.
The hard leather football hits my chest signaling me to run. Ducking and weaving I’m able to deflect three of my teammates as they do their best to take me down. Not today my friends. Today I am unstoppable.
Touch down. Yes!
“Preston!” yells coach from the sideline.
I rip my helmet off and make my way over to coach. “Yeah coach.”
“Fuck me boy you’re on fire. Now I don’t know what the hell you’ve done to turn yourself around, but keep up the good work because if you read the field and play the way you’re playing now on Sunday then Preston by god we’re not only going to win the Super Bowl we’re going to annihilate the other team.”
I can’t help but smile as coach slaps me on the back.
“Now get out there and show those reporters what you’re capable of.”
“Reporters?”
“Yeah there’s a guy sitting high in the stands behind you. Don’t look. We’re all pretending he’s not there. We need the positive publicity after your last training session debacle, so we’re going to let him keep filming so he can leak your fine form to the press. It’ll scare the shit out of those Giant players too.”
It irritates me to have coach remind me of my recent bad training session, but I’m glad I’ve been able to prove to him today that I am not a has-been. I’m still in my prime. Who would have thought that a woman, and not just any woman, but the beautiful Sianna Phillips, ex waitress at a strip club, is the person who has ignited a fire within in me that I don’t think I have ever had before? That reminds me, I must call her tonight and see if I can repay her the favor.
Ricky hits the shower beside me, commenting not only on my excellent training session, but on my unnerving good mood, as he puts it.
“Unnerving?” I question.
“Yeah well it’s weird to see you so happy.”
“I’m not that happy.” Am I?
“Really? Then why don’t you try and wipe that goofy smile off your face.”
Fuck me. I can’t. I really can’t.
“See.” He says as he punches me in the arm.
“Hey, don’t touch me while we’re naked.” He thinks I’m joking, but I’m not.
“Hey a few of us are heading out for dinner tonight, you know just a quiet wind down, you wanna come?”
“Nah. Think I might sit this one out. Thanks anyway.”
“Are you sure? I think a few of the guys especially the younger players were hoping to spend some time with their fierce leader.”
Well in that case. “Where are you going?”
“Just a little place I know. How about I pick you up at 7?”
“See you then.”
SIANNA
“Oh come on. Surely you had some luck today?” ask Rhi.
She’s
referring to my miserable day walking door to door in search of the perfect law firm to work at. In a nutshell I had zero luck. No one seemed interested in talking to me and I just felt like I got the cold shoulder everywhere I went.
“I’m telling you, no one wants to know me.”
It’s noisy in our local bar tonight. Coopers, a mere hundred yards from our apartment block and it’s cruisy, laid back atmosphere entices us to visit, often. We both love it here and have picked up some prime ass while drinking here too. Rhi and I have just shared our meals and now sinking a few beers rehashing our day before calling it a night.
“It can’t have been that bad.”
“Well it certainly wasn’t as successful as your day. I can’t believe you’ve secured two interviews for tomorrow.”
“I know I’m so excited. Maybe I can put in a good word for you.”
“No, no, no. I can do this on my own and we both agreed that we don’t want to work at the same firm. The office politics alone could put unwanted pressure on our friendship.”
“Yeah, you’re right, but still.”
“No buts. I’ll have a better day tomorrow I’m sure.”
“And what about tonight?” asks Rhi as she straightens her back and looks over my shoulder.
The gleam in her eye warns me that she’s found a poor unsuspecting soul she’d like to take home for the night, which means it’ll be time for me to make myself scarce soon. I down the rest of my drink just incase that moment comes sooner rather than later.
“Tonight, I am going home to my bed after I spend a solid hour in my bathtub.”
“Really. And will you be doing that alone?”
“Yes, Rhi. What has gotten into you?”
She just smiles then nods her head toward the door.
Several familiar faces have just walked in, but there’s one face in particular that stands out above the rest. Preston.
“Oh shit. Has this place got a back exit?” I ask my friend.
“Nope.” She says with a giggle in her voice.
“Don’t laugh. This is serious. I don’t want to see him again.”
“Well it’s a little too late honey cause he’s spotted you and he’s heading this way.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes please,” he says jokingly as he stands beside our table for two.
Rhiannon, resembling a fucking meerkat, stands to introduce herself.
He’s polite and shakes her hand. Within an instant a friend of his comes to join us and takes Rhi’s hand as he nuzzles his way in to stand by her side. Preston introduces the pair and then asks if Rhi’s seat is taken.
“No please sit. Sia I’m just going to be over by the bar talking to Ricky. Okay?”
“Yeah fine whatever,” I say with my hand shielding my head.
The sound of the chair opposite me scraping across the floor, grates through my bones. Out of all of the bars in New York City why oh why did he have to walk into this one?
“There’s no point hiding Sianna, I know it’s you. I’d spot you from a mile away.”
I raise my head and plaster a smile on my face.
“So, you’re happy to see me?” he asks.
Yes, I am. A little too happy to see you perhaps. My life would be a whole lot easier if I never saw you again.
“Yeah. So how was your day? Looks like you had a good training session.”
“Oh, you saw that.”
“How could I not? It’s playing on every billboard and TV screen around the city.”
“It’s all thanks to you, you know.”
“Why? What did I do?”
He blushes and leans across the table in search of my hands. I choose to pull them away and sit on them instead which seems to surprise him.
“Hey, I’m not mad you didn’t stay with me last night, I’m just thankful we got together. We are together, aren’t we?”
“You mean as a couple?”
“Yes.”
“Well I don’t know. I just assumed because I took away your control and left you tied to my bed that you’d never want to see me again.”
“Sianna, how could you say that? I loved what you did to me last night, just as long as I’m not completely without the use of my hands every time we have sex; I think we’d be good together. You’re obviously adhering to my demands I see.”
His eyes scan my suit and blouse combo.
“Are you serious?”
His brows furrow as he sits back in his chair, arms now folded in that dominate power stance he seems to love so much.
“Yes, I’m serious. Sianna I told you what I expect from you. I thought you understood that.”
“And I thought you understood that if I am to be yours that I need total control in the bedroom all of the time.”
“Surely not all of the time,” he says rather patronizingly.
“Yes Preston. All of the time.”
“Will you keep your voice down?” He threatens under his breath. “People are starting to watch us.”
“Will you give me what I need?”
And with one simple word spoken I stand and leave Cooper’s bar. Thankfully Rhi catches me on the way past and leaves with me.
PRESTON
What the fuck was that? I thought after last night Sianna and I had all of this shit sorted. She knows what I expect and I’m happy enough to play by her rules from time to time when were naked together.
I decide to call it a night and head for home. I’m not in the mood for being the male role model the boys expect me to be tonight.
SIANNA
“You can stay with me tonight if you want.”
“No it’s okay. I’m okay. Thanks though.”
“You really like him don’t you?”
My eyes instantly start to burn as fresh tears cause my mascara to seep into my eyes.
“You know me so well. Night.”
I hug my friend while standing half in half out of the elevator before heading to my third story apartment. Rhi lives on the sixth floor and often jokes that she can hear me having sex from her apartment. One thing is for sure, Rhi knows me better than anyone.
I do like Preston Heat and the problem is a relationship with him is not going to be possible because there’s not one man out there who is yet to agree to my controlling demands in the bedroom. They all want more and I’m not sure I can give any more. But I miss Preston. I find his dominant ways to be quite amusing and I loved getting a rise out of him the other night when we went for drinks. It was nice having his attention and it tickles me pink to know that what I did to him last night helped him on the field today.
After turning the bath on I plonk down on my couch and flick the TV on.
“Who is the mystery girl seen here only moments ago with Jets quarterback, Preston Heat. That is the question on everyone’s lips tonight.”
WHAT THE FUCK!
I reach for my phone, but it’s already ringing. Rhi. Thank god.
“Have you got your TV on?”
“Yes. What the fuck is this shit? Rhi someone filmed Preston and I talking at the bar. Oh my god now it’s showing me storming out. Oh fuck. He’s going to kill me.”
“Jesus Sia this is not good. His entire game is going to be off now because of you.”
“His entire game? Are you fucking serious? What about me Rhi? What about the fact that I am going to be dead tomorrow because I’ve made a scene in public which was basically rule number one to our relationship.”
“Sianna what relationship? You said yourself that you never want to see the guy again. All you did was fuck his dick. You never agreed to a lifetime commitment with him.”
My heart aches just a little more knowing that I have given Preston the flick before we even had a chance of working something out. Why do relationships have to be so hard?
“Yeah I guess so.”
“Babe, don’t stress it. Tomorrow you and Preston and this little huff you had will be yesterday’s news.”
“Yeah I hope so.”<
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“Listen to me. Turn the TV off, grab yourself a glass of wine and have that bath you said you wanted to have.”
“FUCK! I LEFT THE BATH RUNNING. BYE.”
***
“Right today is a new day,” I tell myself as I apply my makeup. “No one knows who I am and know one cares about Preston and I or our little argument last night.”
Surely if I believe this then everyone else will too.
“Right. Are you ready?” I ask myself in the mirror. “Christ Sianna! Get a hold of yourself. You’re talking to yourself in the mirror for fucks sake.”
And I’m still doing it.
I leave my condescending reflection and my apartment and hit the streets in search of my dream job. I have several reputable firms in my sights today and decide to start at the top and work my way down.
The large gold sign for McMillan McMillan demands to be noticed, as do the lawyers who reside within these walls. Everyone who works here is known for winning the majority of their cases and the fact that they specialize in sexual crime cases excites me.
Stepping into the large foyer I feel as though I belong here. I feel powerful and determined as I approach the desk and ask to speak to Mr. McMillan himself. Of course, I’ve done my research and know that Mr. McMillan senior passed away last year leaving his son to run the firm on his own.
The young receptionist asks for my name and if I have an appointment. I’m quite direct in my answer, which seems to put her off guard a little.
“One moment please Miss Phillips. I’ll see if Mr. McMillan will see you.”
Instead of using the phone in front of her she scurries away to the other end of the long reception area and speaks to whomever she needs to speak to with her back turned to me. Rude much.
Within seconds she’s back.
“Take the elevator to the 45th floor Miss Phillips. Mr. McMillan will see you momentarily.”
Wow!
“Thank you.” I say desperately trying to keep my cool. I send Rhi a quick text message as I ride the elevator to the 45th floor then silence my phone before the doors open.
“Miss Phillips?” asks an older lady as she rounds her desk to greet me.
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