by Xondra Day
Daria started unfastening the ball gag. ““I’m removing this, but if you make a fuss, you won’t get paid. That’s the deal.”
He nodded.
“You sure as hell don’t come cheap. I’m expecting my money’s worth.” She tapped him playfully on the cheek.
“I’m the best,” said the young man, his voice raspy, catching his breath. Daria dropped the ball gag to the floor. “Jace isn’t it? That’s what the service told me to call you.”
“Yes. Your husband was very specific on what he wanted for you.”
Daria smiled at the thought of her husband’s kindness and consideration, setting this up. And then she narrowed her eyes and looked to Jace on the floor, still in handcuffs. She felt her breath quicken as she thought about the power she had over him. No longer a helpless child, she was in control of everything in her life.
“The goal today is pleasure, my pleasure.” From her left side pocket in her skirt, Daria produced a small silver key. She unlocked the handcuffs, which bound not only his wrists, but also his ankles. Standing back she watched him stand, towering over her by at least a foot. Look-wise he was superb. He could have easily been a model. He had that swarthy European look that was so in vogue at the moment.
“Follow me,” she ordered, snapping her fingers. “Now!”
Midstride, Daria turned and shoved Jace down to his knees. “Get down where you belong.”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Daria stood over him, placing her heel on the chain between the handcuffs.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress”
Daria felt a hand sliding up her socking clad thigh. Quickly, she swatted it away. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
“No, Mistress.”
“I give the orders. Polish my shoes and pay special attention to the heels.” Standing over her stud-for-hire, Daria watched him hesitate then gingerly stick his tongue out, slathering the patent black leather. Her clit tingled, just anticipating what she had planned for him.
Five minutes passed.
“Enough, I’m bored with this. Follow me, and crawl. Hey! I didn’t give you permission to stand.”
“Yes, Mistress, but I just thought—”
“I do the thinking. Keep crawling.”
Daria rolled her large leather chair out from behind her massive mahogany desk. Jace knelt before her, awaiting her next command.
Sitting back onto the chair, Daria crossed her legs and then uncrossed them. Slowly she spread them apart, hiking her skirt higher and then some, revealing the lace tops of her black stockings.
“Come here,” she ordered.
“May I touch, Mistress?” A look of forbidden desire crossed Jace’s face, his eyes tracing upward.
“You may.” Daria shuddered, feeling Jace’s hand sliding up her leg, pausing only momentarily to touch the lace.
“That’s hot,” he commented.
“Delightful,” replied Daria, letting loose with a small gasp.
“I aim to please, Mistress.”
Daria slowly unbuttoned her blouse; this time she matched in red, her bra a stark contrast against her pale, creamy flesh.
With one hand she reached down, yanking her panties aside. Now exposed to Jace, the look of lust on his face was priceless. She giggled at his reaction.
Jace moved forward while Daria spread her legs wide. When his tongue connected with her clit, she tossed her head back and let out a deep sigh. This was what she had paid five hundred an hour for.
“Nice and slow,” she directed. “Take it in your mouth and nibble it.”
He was eager, and talented. It was money well spent.
“Take out your cock. I want to watch you stroke it.” Daria thumbed her clit. “On second thought—strip.”
Like a kid at Christmas, she watched him unwrap. The holidays came early this year and this was one hell of a treat.
“Turn around, let me see your ass.”
Jace turned slowly, revealing every inch of his lean, perfectly sculpted body.
“Nice. Very nice.” Daria could feel the wanton slut within her rise. She wanted Jace bad. “Jerk that cock.”
Coming to a standing position, Daria shed her skirt and blouse. Stepping forward, she braced one hand against Jace’s muscular chest. “Don’t come, not yet.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Pushing him back, they both came up solid against a wall. “Hands up. Don’t touch me unless I give you permission.”
Daria could tell he was desperate to pleasure her.
Turning away from Jace, she reached back and grabbed his cock with her right hand. Guiding him to her, she allowed his engorged cock-head to rest against her moist opening. Allowing him enough time to safety up, she eased him inside.
She trembled, thinking that no one outside her office knew what she was up to. If only they knew!
Daria worked him in and out of her tight pussy. Jace was a toy, a human fuck toy no different from the vibrator she kept at the bedside back at the condo. The feeling of control was exhilarating.
Like a bitch in heat, she wasn’t asking to be pleased, she demanded it. Bending over, grabbing her ankles, his cock embedded deep with her silky goodness, she moaned. “Fuck me hard, damn it!”
Her breast swung free from their red lace confines as Jace pummeled her. Hard, deep and oh-so-fucking good!
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Daria repeated. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
She was beyond control now, beyond caring about anything else in the whole entire world, except for the thick cock stuffing her twat.
“Now, shoot your hot load,” she ordered. “Come for your Mistress.”
Jace mumbled something in response that Daria couldn’t make out, but, fuck it, it didn’t even matter.
Daria felt herself tense, her orgasm rocking itself through her very core. Like fire she felt Jace’s hot come spray across her ass cheeks as he pulled out, and tossed the condom aside.
It was over.
Regaining her composure, Daria allowed herself enough time to dress before tossing a wad of bills at him. “Count it if you like. I assure you it’s all there.”
Jace tucked his shaft into his faded jeans nodding. “If you require my services again, you know where to call.”
“I’ll add you to my speed dial. You may go.” Daria dismissed him.
Upon making his departure, Daria sat behind her desk and scanned her incoming emails. With a sigh she closed out the browser and decided it was time to call it a day. Any business, important or not, could wait.
Chapter Two
Work went well I take it?” asked Tom, greeting her in his usual way once she arrived at the condo.
Daria kissed him on the cheek while shrugging out of her coat. “Same old same old, except for that delightful afternoon treat. Thank you for arranging that. It’s a great stress reliever and a great break from having to look at photos of perfect young models all day long.”
Tom tossed his head to the side and let out a hearty laugh. “Jace is quite adventurous. He came highly recommended. I’d take a crack at him myself, if I swung that way.”
“He’s bisexual?”
“Multisexual from what I was told. All the lads are at that place,” explained Tom. “When I arranged it, they said he was the best. I’m guessing he explained himself when he arrived?”
“Yes. I paid him from my own pocket so you owe me, darling.”
“Anything you want, sweetie,” teased Tom. “Anything at all.”
“Anyhoo.” Daria shifted the conversation. “How was your day?”
“I spent the day pissing through paperwork at the office. We had a couple of meetings and that was about it. I managed to hook a new advertising account, a rather big one but other than that it was reasonably quiet. So I left early and came home to make my famous lasagna.” Tom pulled Daria to him and kissed her again.
“What did I do to deserve such attention?” Daria asked, holding back a little
giggle.
“Just being you is enough. My exciting and ever sexual wife.”
“And you are my incredible handsome and devoted husband. And I’ll do anything to please you.”
“How about sitting on my face?” asked Tom, a slow smile on his lips.
Daria pondered his suggestion. “Is that it?”
“You like to be in control, I know that. I’m up for it if you are?”
Daria winked at Tom. “In the bedroom, now! I want you naked on the bed.”
****
When she awoke the following morning, Daria stretched, enjoying that exquisite sensation coursing through her body that comes only after a night of great sex.
Tom, who but a minute ago had been snoring, rolled onto his side. “You’re going to be late,” he reminded her, adding a yawn.
“I’m still reeling from last night. You’re insatiable, mister man.” Daria reached over, tweaking his nose. It was a playful gesture.
“Well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black,” he joked. “You outdo me any day of the week, month, or year for that matter.”
The brutal reality was that just two months previously, they’d been ready to file for divorce. Preferring their careers to one another it became painfully obvious that they were headed down a hard road.
Finding a therapist had been easy. Daria wasn’t one to ever accept second best, so when looking, she chose Dr. Rogers. His fee was outrageous, but he came highly recommended.
Daria remembered sitting in the stark waiting room, waiting for him to see them. Her nerves on edge, jumping at every movement and sound around her.
“So tell me,” started Dr. Rogers, opening their first session with him. “What brings the both of you here?” Sitting back, he prepared take notes.
“Things haven’t been good between us for some time,” explained Daria. She glanced sideways at Tom who nodded in agreement. “We both want to fix things, but we’re not sure if we can. So here we are.”
“Then you both agreed to come here?” asked Dr. Rogers, looking at them over his glasses which now lay perched on the edge of his nose.
“Yes, we have. Our other option was divorce,” answered Tom.
“I love him,” interrupted Daria. “And I know he loves me. The thing is, things have become stagnant. We argue, even about small things. The excitement that once existed, the chemistry, has disappeared.”
Dr. Rogers placed a pen to his lips. “This is very common, especially after some years of marriage and given the fact you married young. It’s as I said just a second ago...common. You’re bored with each other and you need to relight that spark that once was." Dr. Rogers paused for a moment. “How’s your sex life?”
Daria flushed with embarrassment. Sex was a huge issue and stressor between them. “We no longer have it. It’s been some time since we last did anything remotely sexual.” She figured it was better to be forthright and honest about things.
Tom looked downwards to the floor, avoiding any eye contact. “I feel like she doesn’t want me to be physical with her. I’ve tried a couple of times, even just last month. I’m not going to force it if she isn’t into it. That would be pure lunacy on my part.”
Daria crossed her legs. She could feel anger rise within. It wasn’t true. She wasn’t the only one to blame in this. “Tom, don’t start with that. You know just as I do, that isn’t true. I’ve tried, why do you think I parade around in that ridiculously expensive lingerie? It certainly isn’t for my benefit.”
“You spend all your time at the office. We both lead busy lives. And I admit that I’ve been guilty of the same. The truth is, we’ve both to blame and as a result we’ve grown apart. We’re equal in this.”
“That’s understandable,” said Dr. Rogers. “Both of you work high- powered, stressful jobs. At some point it was bound to become an issue. Saying that, you’re both here. So let’s talk about making things better.”
By the time two months of therapy has passed, Daria walked away with a new outlook, not only on her marriage, but also life. No longer would she sweat the small stuff and perhaps she did need to relax and open up more. That’s when the experimentation started.
Daria looked at Tom and grinned. She slid from the bed onto her feet. “I need a shower. Expect me home early this evening, no later than six.”
****
Traffic was brutal. It had snowed overnight and when the cabbie stopped the cab a block from her office he suggested she hoof it the rest of the way—his word not hers. Daria shot him a look before throwing the fare at him through the slot in the cage which separated them.
Fifteen minutes late ran into twenty as Daria maneuvered the icy sidewalks, once again the victim of unpractical shoes. By the time she reached the foyer of her office building she was ready to call it a day even before her work began.
“They’re here,” announced Angela, running to her side as she stormed into the office.
“Give me a fucking second will you,” snapped Daria, her mood sour. “I just ran the last block.”
“Sorry. But they’ve been waiting…”
“Then let them wait,” snapped Daria again, this time raising her voice.
Angela jumped slightly.
Inhale, exhale. “I’m sorry. Okay, where are they?”
“I let them wait in your office. You won’t like the redhead. She’s nothing like her pictures.”
“How so?” asked Daria.
Angela lowered her voice. “I think she’s gained a few pounds. The pictures are most likely dated.”
“Great. Just what we need, a model that won’t fit into the clothes.” Daria shook her head in disgust as both women entered her office.
Angela was right. The model in question was at least fifteen pounds heavier.
“Sondrae is it?” asked Daria, addressing the redhead by name. “We can’t use you. You’re nothing like your pictures.”
“But we have a contract. The agency sent me here,” stated Sondrae, her bright green eyes sparkling, a startling contrast with her fire engine red locks.
“Nothing is signed. And even if it were, I would have signed for what was on those pictures, not what’s standing here in front of me. The clothes won’t fit you for the shoot.”
Sondrae said nothing as she stormed out of the office, muttering how the agency would hear about this.
Daria ignored the little outburst. “And you’re Georges. Is that right?”
The male model nodded with a smile.
“You’re fine. You may go. I’ll have the contracts sent over today and we’ll be in touch.” Daria folded her arms across her chest while watching Georges exit, her eyes firmly planted on his firm, round buttocks. She turned to Angela. “Call the agency and warn them to never pull this shit again. Imagine sending that one over here in the physical state she’s in.”
“Right away.” Angela spun around on her heels and was gone in a flash.
Daria sighed, walking to her desk. If this incident was any indication as to how the rest of the day was going to play out, then she was in for one hell of a time.
****
“Hard day?” asked the cabbie.
The working day had ended and Daria was relieved, lost in her own thoughts, sitting there, watching the world pass by. “Excuse me?”
“Hard day?” he repeated.
“That’s an understatement to say the least,” she muttered. Almost home, she held up one hand to him. “Right here is fine. You may stop. My building is just down the street. It isn’t far.”
****
The condo was dark, and once inside Daria called out to Tom who should have been home.
“I’m home,” she called the second time, her voice rising, as she dropped her bag and coat to the floor.
Halfway down the hall she stopped. Something was wrong.
A hand came from behind; sliding over her mouth while the other shoved her to the floor. She tried to scream but couldn’t, the black leather gloved hand muffled her cries. Someo
ne, a man, was on top of her, taping her wrists.
“Don’t make one fucking sound.” The voice was deep and obviously male. The intruder grabbed her, forcing her to a standing position. “Walk,” he ordered, shoving her down the hallway.
All sorts of thoughts ran through Daria’s mind. Was this a part of she and Tom’s game? She wasn’t sure. She turned to talk a look at the intruder. He wore a clown mask, the kind that she had seen many times in costume shops. She shuddered in fear. She hated clowns. But it was his scent that gave him away. That telling mixture of spice mixed with just the hint of woodsy undertones. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that this was Tom. She’d play along and she’d play her part well.
With one huge shove, Daria fell face first onto the couch. She struggled trying to stand but fell back in a heap. “What do you want? Money? Everything I have is in my bag in the hallway.” She squirmed, allowing Tom to feel her curves under him.
The intruder shook his head in the negative, and then closed in on her. “Do as I say and all will be fine.”
“But my money, you must be looking for money.”
“I’m not interested in money.” His voice was cool and collected. Standing over her he unzipped his black trousers.
Daria looked up at the intruder towering over her, taking in the huge hard cock, which now jutted out through his zipper at her.
The intruder fell to his knees between her legs. He spread them wide. She didn’t fight, and it felt strange having the control taken from her. It wasn’t a bad feeling. In fact, it titillated her.
The clown mask leered at her, causing her to swallow hard wondering what was going to happen next. When the mask suddenly came off, she grinned. It was Tom. He brought one finger to his lips to silence her before she had the chance to speak. The game was still on.
Daria groaned. One thick finger slid inside her hot, wet tunnel. Already she throbbed for him, the sheer excitement of the whole scenario brought things to a whole new level on the erotic plane.
“This time I’m in control,” said Tom, jamming a second finger into her pussy. “For once I’m calling the shots.”
