At Her Command (2 page)

“Look at me darling,” she whispered. He
forced himself to meet her ice water blue eyes. He flinched when
she grasped his hard, throbbing cock with her cold fingers. She
pressed her mouth to his, and forced her cool tongue into his mouth
in a rough kiss. “This cock is mine. It belongs to me, not you,”
she whispered. “Do you understand?” Her kiss took his breath away.
He panted as the taste of lipstick and Scotch whiskey flooded his
senses.

“Y... yes.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress,” he parroted her words. She
returned to the couch.

“Come and kneel at my feet, Nathan.” His hard
cock twitched up and down as he walked across the expensive Persian
carpet. He dropped to his knees facing her. “Come closer.” He
crawled to within eighteen inches. She crossed her legs. “Remove my
shoe, Nathan.” He struggled to keep his hands from shaking as he
grasped her slim ankle and removed the black Lanvin pump. He placed
it on the floor beside him. “You may kiss my foot, Nathan.” His
cock throbbed as he brought her perfectly shaped, moist, warm toes
to his mouth. He stared at her exquisite pedicure. Her toes smelled
of lavender soap, perspiration, and shoe leather. “Lick, them; suck
them; worship them,” she said in a throaty whisper. Nathan closed
his eyes as she pressed the bottom of her foot against his mouth
and nose.

Nathan instinctively reached for his cock as
he took her big toe into his mouth. “You’re not permitted to touch
your cock without my permission, Nathan,” she said firmly. “It’s my
cock now, understand?”

“Yes, yes, mistress,” he panted. A drop of
precum dripped from his cock onto the waxed hardwood floor. “You’ve
been a bad boy, Nathan.” She emptied her tumbler of Scotch. “You
dripped on the floor. I want you to lick it up and promise not to
drip any more.” Nathan willingly complied without hesitating, and
licked the warm, salty droplets off the pristine hardwood floor.
Bridget rose and slipped on her pump. “Follow me...” She started
for the stairs, “on your hands and knees.” He watched her the way a
dog watches his mistress, staring at her waspish figure, taken
aback by her natural grace as she walked easy, her back straight,
head held high.

He paused only a second and crawled across
the living room to the stairs, knees aching, ignoring the pain, and
crawled up the fourteen steps to the second floor. His aching knees
told him to pause, rest and catch his breath, but his throbbing
cock and aching balls drove him to continue down the hall, past two
bedrooms and a bathroom. He froze as he entered her bedroom on his
hands and knees, and saw her. She had her back to him and gazed in
the mirror, wearing only black lace panties, a black brassiere, and
her black pumps. Her silk blouse and skirt lay on the floor beside
her. She removed the bra, stepped out of her pumps, and slid the
lace panties down her long legs. She stepped back into her pumps
and caressed her breasts, still staring in the mirror. He stared at
her tiny waist and ample bottom, her sleek legs, one knee bent
forward in a relaxed attitude. Their eyes locked in their
reflections in the mirror. A faint smile crossed her face,
accenting her full lips and high cheekbones, as Nathan stared,
heart pounding inside his chest.

She turned her head and faced him. “Come here
and worship my ass.” She spread her feet and leaned into the
dresser. Nathan crawled forward, eyes locked on her plump buttocks.
He reached for her soft flesh. “No, touching, Nathan. Use your lips
and tongue, only.” She turned suddenly. “Stay there,” she ordered.
She opened a drawer and produced a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs.
Nathan shuddered as she stepped behind him. He felt the heat from
her body. The room moved as the sound of the metallic teeth
clicking, screamed he was her prisoner. Bridget held his shoulders
and steadied him for a moment, and went back to her place at the
dresser.

Bridget leaned forward, arched her back, and
spread her ample buttocks, revealing her dusky, wrinkled anus.
“Worship my asshole, Nathan,” she said in a throaty whisper. Nathan
leaned in and closed his eyes as he breathed in her musky
ass-scent. He extended his tongue and caressed her wrinkled flesh
as it quivered under his pressure. He pressed his nose and lips
between her plump buttocks as she squirmed and cooed. “Ahhh, yes,
do that.” She shifted her weight from leg to leg, balancing on
five-inch pumps, as he lapped between her cheeks like a hungry
dog.

Bridget pulled free and opened the dresser
drawer. Nathan stared, knees burning, as she held up a leather
collar and chain leash. Nathan trembled as she buckled the collar
around his neck. She attached the chain leash and led Nathan, still
handcuffed to her bed. The sound of her five-inch heels on the
hardwood floor echoed in Nathan’s ears; the Persian rug muffled her
footsteps near the bed. Bridget helped Nathan to his feet, holding
him upright by his shoulders as blood rushed into his aching knees.
She stepped out of her shoes and pulled him onto the bed by the
leash. She positioned him between her legs and tugged his face down
to meet her smooth-shaved vulva. Handcuffed, Nathan slithered
between her legs like a snake, lowered his face, and breather in
her musky scent. Bridget held his head and guided him as he
pleasured her with his lips and tongue as she squirmed.

She screamed during her first climax. Her
second and third orgasms weren’t as violent. She let Nathan pause
after her third, resting his wet cheek against her soft thigh. She
slid from beneath him and attached four nylon straps the bedposts.
Nathan lay motionless as she wrapped ballistic nylon restraints
around his ankles. She unlocked the handcuffs and attached
restraints to his wrists. “Roll over, darling. I want to fuck you.”
She helped him roll over and tethered his wrists and ankles to the
bedposts. He convulsed when she ran her long fingernails lightly
over his chest, barely grazing his nipples. Nathan’s rock-hard cock
pulsed with each heartbeat as she caressed his belly. He gasped
when she stroked the head of his cock with her fingertips.

“You may not come without my permission,
understand?” She caressed his scrotum.

“Y... yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, mistress,” he gasped. Bridget climbed
on the bed and mounted him, swinging her long leg over his body,
straddling his hips. Nathan stared into her blue eyes, fixating on
her large pupils as she reached behind her back and guided his
stiff cock into her warm, moist vagina. She slowly lowered her
body, turning her hips side to side as Nathan inhaled through
clenched teeth, fighting the orgasm that was building inside
him.

“No orgasm or I’ll punish you,” she
whispered, rocking her hips, gliding up and down on his stiff cock.
She threw her head back, sending her long black hair over her
shoulders. She lowered her breasts, stopping an inch from his face.
Nathan craned his neck to reach them. “Want to suck my nipples,
Nathan?”

“Yes... oh yes, mistress,” he gasped. She
lowered them, one at a time, letting him take her large, dusky
areolas between his lips. Bridget clenched her teeth and her hips
convulsed.

“You may come, Nathan,” she hissed between
clenched teeth. A wracking climax seized Nathans’ body. His arms
and legs convulsively jerked against the nylon restraints shaking
the bed as semen spurted from his stiff cock into Bridget’s lithe
body.

CHAPTER TWO

Nathan awoke beside her, blinked, and blinked
again. It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been a nightmare. Her face
wore the mask of peaceful innocence as she slept. Nathan stared at
her full lips and perfect skin, her thick black hair on her pillow,
and at one perfect breast peeking out of the sheet. He wanted to
touch her, but thought better.
“Was that just an act last
night?”
he asked himself silently.
“Were we role
playing?”
Bridget stirred as if on cue, opened her eyes, and
smiled.

“Good morning, darling. The coffee beans are
in the refrigerator, on the shelf in the door. Filters are in the
cupboard over the coffeemaker. I like it strong.” Nathan stared,
slightly taken aback. “I’ll join you in a bit.” She slid out of the
bed and walked into the bathroom, as he stared at her exquisite
bottom. He threw back the covers, bolted downstairs, and began to
dress. He was buckling his belt when she came downstairs wearing a
white silk robe.

“Had enough, Nathan?”

“I was just getting dressed.” She smiled
knowingly.

“I thought you might want to pick up where we
left off.”

“I really need to go.” Bridget crossed her
arms, still smiling.

“Too much?”

“Uh, no. It’s just that I have a lot to
do.”

“I’ll get dressed and drive you to get your
car, after we have coffee.”

“No bother. I’ll call a cab.”

“You are going to make me coffee?” Nathan’s
face flushed hot as he stepped into the kitchen and opened the
refrigerator. He called a cab the minute the grinder stopped and
was out the door without saying goodbye as soon as he heard the
horn.

*****

He remembered he left his briefcase in
Bridget’s car, as he walked up the parking garage stairs.
“Oh,
shit!”
His phone buzzed just as he got to his car. He tapped
the instant message.

I’ll drop your briefcase by your office
Monday, unless you need it sooner- B

He broke into a cold sweat. He felt like
there was too much for his brain to process, between the emotions
and passions. He drove to his apartment building and took the
elevator to the 12th floor, unshaven and feeling dirty, with his
tie in his coat pocket and dressed in yesterday’s clothes. He put
three scoops of ground coffee into the filter and poured a carafe
of water into the machine. It was cheap, throwaway model, not a
high-end model like Bridget’s. He hung his suit in the closet and
stripped down. He stared at his pale, stubbly face in the
mirror.

Was that fear in his eyes?
“You’ve been
searching for a dominant woman your entire life; one who would take
complete control of you, a strong, beautiful woman, who would
completely dominate you, in every facet of your life.”
Her
words were like a punch in the gut.
“Your marriage fell apart
because your wife didn’t give you the structure you needed. I
will.”
The pain stabbed Nathan beneath his sternum again, just
as it had in the restaurant.

“
Christ, this is insane,”
he said out
loud.
“It can’t be happening.”
He showered and shaved, then
spent an hour reading the paper. That got his mind off Bridget
Kelly for mere minutes. He pressed against his still sore knees and
immediately got an erection. He bit his lip as he remembered the
metallic click of her handcuffs. He changed into his cycling
clothes and carried his bike outside. His inhaled the cool morning
air, still early enough not to be fouled with diesel smoke and
exhaust fumes. He strapped on his helmet and peddled to the George
Washington Parkway.

*****

He was on pins and needles Monday morning.
He’d rehearsed his lines with Bridget a hundred times.
Hey
Bridget, nice to see you. Thanks for a pleasant evening.
Karen,
his secretary startled him when she knocked on his office door. She
stepped in with his briefcase. “A courier dropped this off.” She
set it on the chair by his desk and sauntered out. Nathan dropped
into his chair, deflated, and let out a sigh. He couldn’t
concentrate. All he could think of was Bridget Kelly. He had a
deposition scheduled for one o’clock, and needed to prepare. She
completely occupied his mind. He opened his briefcase to get the
deposition file and stared at a pair of black lace panties. He
rocked back in his chair and stared at the neatly folded lace
panties, reverently reached in and grasped them. He took a deep
breath and brought them to his face. Her woman-scent filled his
mouth and nose as he pressed them to his lips.

He dialed her firm’s number on impulse and
asked for
Ms. Kelly
. “Bridget Kelly.” He pressed his eyelids
closed.

“Uh, hello, Bridget.”

“Did you get your briefcase?”

“Yes, I’m calling to thank you.”

“You’re certainly welcome, Nathan.”

“Bridget... mistress, I can’t get you out of
my mind. I’m sorry I rushed out Saturday morning.” The words rushed
out on their own. “What you showed me about myself scared me, but I
can’t let it go. It’s consumed me.”

“What do you want, Nathan?” He swallowed
hard.

“You told me I’d be spending time with you,
serving you, and doing your bidding... that’s what I want.”

“Do you want to be my slave, Nathan?” Her
words knocked the wind out of him. He squeezed the telephone
receiver.

“Yes... yes, mistress.” Nathan inhaled as her
silence crashed onto him. The pain under his sternum made it hard
to inhale.

“Pack enough clothes for three days and be at
my house by seven.” She hung up without saying goodbye. Nathan
looked around his office as if he was lost, and realized he’s
perspired though his shirt.

*****

He carried his suitcase to her door at 6:57
and rang the doorbell. Bridget answered the door dressed in lime
green Capri pants and sleeveless, cotton, leopard skin blouse.
Nathan stared at her toes in her four-inch, cork soled, espadrille
sandals. “Hello, Nathan,” she pulled open the door and stepped back
for him to pass. Put your clothes in the bedroom on the right side
of the hall. I cleared out the closet and two drawers in the
dresser. Then undress and join me in the living room.”

The lump in his stomach got bigger and bigger
as he hung his suits in the closet and arranged his underwear and
socks in the drawer. He left his shaving kit on the dresser,
undressed and slowly walked down the stairs, trying to ignore his
erection. The smell of Italian cooking filled his nostrils.