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“You want me to be your plaything, Marco?  Show me, show me how much you want it.”

He looks confused and I can tell he’s searching his mind for what I mean.  Then I see realization beginning to dawn on him followed by his inner struggle and he’s silently fighting with himself.

“I haven’t submitted to a woman in a very long time, Elizabeth.”

I can hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“There are no other women, Marco, only me.”  My tone is firm and sure, I have complete control.

He slowly lowers to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Please Elizabeth.”

I walk slowly to his kneeling body and place my hand on his hair, running my fingers through its beautiful fullness.

“Please what, Marco?” It’s almost a whisper.

He hesitates before he answers, making sure he tells me exactly what he wants.

“Please take me, make me yours.”  There is a deep longing in his subdued plea.

“I’m going to take you, baby, but you’ve always been mine.  Tonight I’m going to prove it to myself.” 

His eyes look up at me full of emotion and…gratitude.

“We are going to go into the bedroom, Marco, and I want you to strip for me.  Then I want to you get out the vibrator, lube, and flogger.  Then I want you completely open for me. It’s my turn to play.”

His eyes widen and he licks his lips.

“Yes, Elizabeth.”

“Good, Marco, now let’s go.” 

I hold my hand out to him and he takes it as he rises to his feet. 

When we get in the bedroom I take the chair from the corner of the room and move it to face the foot of the bed so that I can watch him getting the items I asked for.  Surprisingly, I am very calm considering I am going to flog someone for the first time.  I sit back in the chair crossing my legs and I rest my arms on the armrests tapping my fingernail looking at him.  He’s standing at the foot of the bed waiting for my instructions. 

“Remove your clothes, Marco, I want to look at you,” my voice is becoming husky, the thrill of having control over this powerful man is making me heady.

He begins to slowly pull his shirt over his head and as each golden toned piece of his naked flesh is revealed my heart rate gets higher and higher. 

“Give it to me,” I say holding my hand out for it.  He places it in my hand watching my face for clues and any indications to what I am really feeling, he’s not sure if I’m serious or not. 

“The pants please, Mr. Bond,” I say as a tremor of excitement runs through me.

The sound of his zipper fills the air triggering pulsing in my groin.  He bends as he lowers his pants down his muscled thighs and images of him at the gym throwing kicks in the cage flash through my mind.  He steps out of the jeans and picks them up as he stands, then places them in my outstretched hand.  I have a satisfied smirk on my face, I’m enjoying having him on guard and not knowing what’s happening.

“The underwear if you please,” I say raising an eyebrow looking at him like, ‘you know what I want.’

His erection is already showing beneath his black briefs before he begins to slide them down his slim hips.

“Turn around Marco,” it’s an afterthought, the sight of his delicious ass does wonderful things to me and I have to watch it bending over and seeing his balls hanging from the front when he does.  When did I get so naughty?

And that is exactly what I’m looking at right now, Marco’s glorious naked body with all of his muscles making mountains and valleys from the tops of his shoulders all the way down to his feet.  He is everything male perfection, a god in the flesh brought to life but with the desires of a sinner, oozing power, masculinity, sex, control, and desire.  And he’s mine. 

“Look at me Marco,” my sense of control is beginning to take over, I want him in my hands to do with what I want.  I want to hear him moan and sigh, saying my name in ecstasy. 

He slowly turns with his underwear gripped in his hand.  He’s fully hard now, his cock is flushed with the blood filling it making the veins pop up and down the shaft.  I want to run my tongue along them and taste his saltiness.  I hold my hand out for his last piece of clothing and put it with the rest of them on the floor next to me. 

“Touch yourself Marco, squeeze your cock.”

I hear the suck of air he takes in and I see the surprise in his face, he’s never heard me use that word before.  It’s obvious he likes it because his hard-on just flinched.  He palms his shaft begins to rub himself up and down before placing his hand at the base of the head and squeezing.  Just what I wanted, some pre-cum comes out and begins to slide down the side of the head.

“Give it me, I want to lick it on your finger.”

He takes his finger and gathers it up on the tip then holds it out for my mouth.  I lean into him sticking out my tongue and suck his finger into my eager mouth.  His eyes never leave my face.

I stand and move the chair back.

“Now undress me.  But don’t touch me, Marco.” 

The muscles in his jaw clench, it’s the only visible sign of his fight for control.  It makes me smile.

He takes a step closer to me and I can feel his body heat and hear his breathing.  I want to reach out and touch him but it’s too soon yet, I want him to suffer a little.  He takes the hem of my shirt and slowly lifts it up and over my head then he moves behind me to undo my bra letting the straps slide down my arms on their own before pulling it off. He comes back around to the front of me and squats to open the button to my jeans.  My zipper is the only sound we hear besides the beating of our hearts and our heavy breathing.  I place my hands on his shoulders so that I can step out of my pants and feel him tense slightly under my touch.  I keep my hands on him as he slides the panties down my legs and I wonder how wet they are from my excitement.  He stands and places my clothes with his.  And then he waits.

“Turn around Marco and grab the posts high and separate your legs as far as you can.”  This is not a request but a command.

Oh.  My.  God!!  The sight of this male beast stretched out between the bedposts with his muscles taut and flexing every time he shifts is more than I’d imagined.  It’s going to be hard not to want to do this again and again just for this image right here alone.   And that is precisely what I want to do, replace those images in my mind from those portraits with new ones, I want to burn the image of him submitting to me in my mind so that every time I think of this bed I will think of him and me.  No one else. 

I can’t resist touching him, running my hands along his smooth flesh and feeling his body under my palms, I want to memorize every nook, groove and crease of him.  As one of my hands slide up the length of his back the other slides between his legs and cups his balls stroking the smoothness of his shaft with my fingers.  His head dips back and I hear him let out a slight moan.

“I’m going to flog you now, Marco, ok?”

I feel his erection twitch again and it makes me smile, he likes the idea.

“Ok, Elizabeth,” his voice is rough and strained, just like the rest of him.

I step back and pick up the flogger and run the tails through my hand.  ‘This thing does make music on the skin,’ I think to myself and smile.  I begin to windmill it in the air like I’ve seen him do before I move it to touch his skin.  After I get the rhythm of it I bring it to brush against his flesh traveling down then up his body.  Another moan comes from him, this one a little louder and longer.  Watching him react to me, seeing his body respond and melt to my touch is the strongest aphrodisiac, it’s so heady and intoxicating, I’m getting high on it.  I shift movements and flick the tails across his ass cheek then move it down his leg, then to the other side and up his leg then finish on the other cheek.  I drop the flogger and lightly score my nails down the length of his back watching as the red lines rise to the surface showing my mark on him.  I pick up the lube and squirt some in my hand.

“Turn around, my love, and lay on the bed with your ass hanging off for me.”

Marco lowers his arms and slowly turns.  His eyes are glazed with lust, his cock is rock hard and oozing and his fists are clenching and unclenching at his sides.  Lowering his body to the bed he lies back with his ass hanging off, his balls tight and wrinkled and his erection screaming to cum.  And that vein is begging for my tongue.

I move between his legs and push them open as wide as they will go.

“Keep your legs open, Marco, and your arms over your head.” 

The power I feel from having him at my mercy is incredible, I now know what he meant when he said bringing me pleasure gives him even greater pleasure.  Everything I do to him spikes my arousal higher and higher. 

I take a little lube from my one hand and spread it on the other.  Kneeling down in front of him, I take his huge length in my hand and begin to glide my hand up and down it, twisting and turning around him with the lube making me glide along his steel flesh.  I move my other hand to run my finger along the middle of his cheeks to relax him so he will open up for me.   I bring my mouth to suck on the head of his cock and take his balls in one hand as I spread the lube over his hole, moving the tip of my finger in circles around the puckered entrance.  I do what makes me crazy when he does it to me.  I can tell by his body he’s beginning to ride that wave of his orgasm, he’s in that space between here and oblivion.  My wetness has completely coated me so that my thighs glide together squeezing my pussy.   His cheeks have relaxed and opened up so as I suck him deep into my mouth I press my fingertip against his hole.  Up and down I move my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat while keeping my finger at his entrance.  He finally opens and lets me in.   First just the tip of my finger gets pulled inside of him.  His moaning is becoming deeper and more intense.   He pulls me in a little more, then a little more until finally my whole finger is inside of him.  I begin to suck him feverishly, devouring him as I start to turn my finger, twisting, then I bend it pushing on that magic spot inside him. 

“OH GOD, ELIZABETH!” he roars as his cum explodes in my mouth.  I keep sucking him as I rub that little place inside of his ass.

“STOP BABY, STOP!” 

Payback is so sweet!

Taking one last suck on his head, I slowly pull my finger out.

“I’m not finished with you yet, Marco.”

“Oh, God, Elizabeth,” he moans from where he’s lying on the bed.

He’s still hard, and I plan to get him like steel again.  I pick up the vibrator and start at his hole.  I hold his legs open and keep the tip of the vibrating head at the entrance as the shaft of the vibrator rests on his balls. 

“FUCK WOMAN!” comes another roar from the beast and it’s all I can do to keep from chuckling out loud. 

“Keep your hands over your head, Marco, don’t move.”

I hear a rumble coming from him as his erection fills with blood again and his veins bulge.  I shift the vibrator so that it rests on his cock and his balls and I lower my mouth to lick up his length along that beautiful big vein. 

“Slide up the bed, love, I’m going to fuck you now.”

He raises his head to look at me and there is so much adoration in his eyes.  He lifts his body and moves further onto the bed.  I climb up the mountain that is him and straddle him, rubbing myself along him as I go.  I set the vibrator down and rub my body against his reveling at the feel of him against me, the contact of our body’s skin on skin is intoxicating.  Pushing down on his cock I fill myself with him and let out a gratifying moan as I begin to move, laying on top of him, gliding against him, his chest is under my face and I nibble him, here and there, leaving little love bites all over.  Sitting up I grind against him, back and forth, up and down, wanting to ride him harder and harder, and I get higher and higher with of my thrusts. 

“I’m going to cum Marco.”

He picks up the vibrator and holds it against my clit and I shatter, exploding, as I ride him on that wave.

“OH, GOD MARCO!”

I take the vibrator from him and put it behind me under his balls.  He grabs my hips and begins to pound me into him.

“FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!” 

Slamming me into him, he cums and fills me with everything in him.

I collapse on top of him and his arms wrap around me, holding me close, stroking my back, as he buries his face in my hair.  We just breathe, lying together, completely spent, lost in each other.

“It’s my turn to get the towel, baby, be right back,” I whisper and kiss his lips lightly.

I go into the bathroom and look at the woman in the mirror.  I look the same but I feel different.  I feel as if the person I was and used to be, the one who sat back and waited for things to happen, has finally let her resolve fall away exposing a stronger more vibrant woman, I feel free.

Marco comes in and joins me in the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Let’s take a shower together, Elizabeth, please?”

I smile up at him, this strong, sensitive man, “Ok.”

He turns the knobs and holds his hand out for me to come in when the water is hot.  Marco doesn’t wash me, he worships my body with so much affection and love, it’s beautiful.

“Are you going to let me explain, Elizabeth?” his words are still laced with uncertainty.