Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1

by Hess, A. M.

  I’ll make reservations for 7 ????

  After dinner cock & tail

  Sounds good too…

  She pressed the send button and waited. Within a minute her phone vibrated with a reply.

  Should be home by 5.

  reservations at 7 great.

  I’ll bring the cock

  If you bring the Tail LOL

  Mary-Beth couldn’t help but smile. She had been in such a bad mood thinking Dalton was cheating or no longer interested. This was a good sign, he was thinking of her and wanted a romantic evening together.

  The poor guy has been under a lot of stress lately. I suppose I haven’t been the best wife by adding more drama to the problem. Ell’s right, it’s just a dry spell. I need to do something special for our night out!

  Chapter Seven

  MJ Sprang out of bed in the best mood she’d been in for quite some time. It sounded as if Dalton was back on the team and the thought of a romantic evening to start the weekend was foremost in her mind. The worry she had been struggling with disappeared as she made the bed and prepared for the day. She wanted everything to be perfect and she yearned for his touch.

  Confidence poured back into her as she readied herself to go shopping. There was a bounce to her step and she took extra time to make herself feel beautiful. Her make-up was simple and she wore her hair in a messy side chignon. With a bright red blouse, black slacks and pumps, she transformed herself into the sex goddess she had read about. The look added to her confident feelings and she wanted others to see it in her too.

  MJ had some naughty thoughts as she decided where to shop. She wanted something sexy for the Friday night after dinner events. Her drawers and closet were stocked with Victoria Secret lingerie. It was great quality and very sexy but not the image she wanted for this night. Instead MJ drove downtown to The Pink Pyramid, one of Cincinnati’s finer adult stores. She had heard about the large selection and felt that she could find something that said erotic and in charge at the same time.

  The shop was just what she was looking for. There was a wide selection to choose from: lace, latex, leather, silk; any style and any size. With all there was to choose from it wasn’t easy to find the perfect outfit. Something sultry but not over the top slutty was what she required. MJ wanted to give Dalton a show but also begin to let him know what she wanted more of in their sex life; more control for her and more submission from him.

  Finally she found what she was looking for, cut in a baby-doll style; it was made of black leather and lace. The leather portion was cut to cover the front of the breasts and black lace trimmed the edges. Black lace draped down the sides and the back, the lower edge ending at the navel. A black lace thong with leather ties was paired with it, the perfect complement to show off her firm ass.

  There was no need to try the garment on. She knew the size was right and the look was just what she wanted. If this didn’t get him turned on nothing would. She considered some hand cuffs and a riding crop, but this was the first venture with Dalton and the possibility of dominating him. She would leave those for another time. Smiling with her boldness, MJ paid the clerk and decided to visit Ella for another round of books. While she was there she could show off the new purchase.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  The bells jingled as MJ pushed through the door at Books and Beyond. As usual Ella was perched behind the counter reading. She smiled broadly when MJ approached her. Spotting the familiar black plastic bag in her hand and smiled. “Has DJ finally come to his senses? Or did you take my advice about the vibrator?”

  Checking to make sure the store was empty, MJ set the bag on the counter and pulled out her new purchase. Ella looked impressed and with raised eyebrows said, “Wow! What’s the occasion?”

  “Dalton texted me this morning and asked me for a date tomorrow when he gets home. I’ve made reservations at Jean-Robert’s Table and then went on a little shopping trip over at The Pink Pyramid. He mentioned some after dinner activities. What do you think?” MJ waited for her assessment.

  Ella was smiling, “It turns me on just to look at it and imagine you wearing it. If this doesn’t do the trick call an ambulance because the poor boot has died.” They both giggled.

  “I think you were right about the dry spell”, MJ said putting the garments back into the bag. “I’ve been so worried that I added pressure to an already tender situation. He’s been traveling and working on this merger. I should have been patient and just waited it out without jumping to conclusions.”

  “Worry doesn’t solve much. It’s good that you’ve both started to come together. Maybe there will be an opening for a larger conversation about what’s been going on with each of you.” Ella was being the bartender/psychologist. Her customers liked this part of her and they returned often to discuss life’s problems. “By the way, the outfit looks like you’re trying to make a statement. Did I read that correctly?”

  MJ smiled. She knew exactly what Ella was driving at. “Well yes, now that you mentioned it, I am! I’m reading the book you sold me. That’s exactly what I want in my life; a man to cater to me sexually. Someone who will do as I say when I say and how I command.” She chuckled saying it aloud, “But, I know it’s just fantasy. It’s a great form of fictional release but no man would ever do what the book describes…” she trailed off recalling the images that lingered in her mind’s eye.

  Puzzled Ella asked, “What makes you say that?”

  MJ paused, “Well you know,… they made it sound like the boy wanted to be her sex slave. It was as if he really took pleasure in being treated the way she did. The male character claimed he liked losing control to his Mistress and would do anything to please her. It was a great fantasy to read but I don’t think anyone would really subject themselves to such debased behavior. Do you know what I mean?”

  Ella patiently let her finish, “Don’t be so sure. There is an entire world of Doms and Subs.”

  MJ didn’t follow her, “Doms and Subs?”

  “Dominants and submissives, just like you read in the book. There are many people who wish to dominate others, Dominants, and just as many who want to be dominated, the Submissives.” Ella paused, “The book is fiction but I assure that there is a world of people out there willing to fill any sexual void, deviation or perversion another can think of. I’ve got tons of books on the subject. Why do you think this new trilogy is so popular? People are kinky and it should be celebrated rather than hidden away.”

  MJ was surprised, “I just thought it was just fantasy. I loved the book. I have a few chapters left. Do have others like it? Ones with the women in charge?”

  “Sure”, said Ella and headed off into the over-flowing shelves. She returned with two paperbacks and placed them on the counter. “If you liked the last one, these should be right up your alley.” They continued small talk as Ella put the books in a bag and rang up the purchase.

  MJ’s mind was shifting into high gear thinking about the real possibilities of a dominating relationship with Dalton. Is it really as common as Ella says? And do people find pleasure in giving into the desires of another? Would Dalton be willing? Would he do it every once in a while just for the fun of it? The questions raced through her mind but the excitement centered on Dalton’s return and their Friday night date.

  Chapter Eight

  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 specia
l 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 submissive. 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.

  Chapter Nine

  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 restaur
ant. 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, her 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 reaching 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.