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Power Play Ch. 01

By: GaelicLover



I fidgeted with my short dress, clearing my throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at me, and honestly I didn't blame them. The dress my mysterious date had sent me was ridiculously short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos made me look sharp and sexy. I didn't look like a cheap hooker, or even a more expensive hooker, I looked like a lethal femme fatale and even though I didn't dress like this, ever, I knew that I looked incredible. 

The music in the club was hot and heavy, and the dance floor was at my back as I sat at the bar, in the corner stool. I stirred my drink and made a slight face, glancing up to look around and peering at the door. People had been coming and going, and I'd already been here for thirty minutes...

"You've barely even touched that drink, ma'am." The man sitting next to me chuckled. I looked over, a little surprised. He was tall, clearly a businessman, with dark hair and equally dark eyes. I smiled, a little nervously, and glanced down at my drink. Do I make the guess take the chance that this was my unknown date? That this was the man I'd taken that incredible leap to meet in this bar? I'd been talking to him for months, told him I'd be drinking a martini, and then he'd sent me this dress and heels, told me to sit in this exact seat and order my dirty martini...

"I'm waiting for someone." I smiled, a little braver. 

"Well he's a lucky man, whoever he is; if it's a man." The guy winked, slurring his words a little. I sighed and rolled my eyes, looking away. This was obviously not the guy. I tapped my toe against the metal bar at my feet and stirred my drink, taking a small sip. If I had hoped he would have left me alone, I should have known better. Instead he slid over a stool until his leg pressed against mine. 

"I'd love to be that someone." He flashed me what I'm sure he thought was a winning smile but the stench of vodka on his breath made me want to gag. I crinkled my nose and the man's expression changed. 

"What? I'm not good enough for you, honey?" He slurred angrily. "'S this special date paying a lot of money for you or something?" 

I gasped and stiffened my spine, the bartender came over and put his palms down on the smooth wooden counter. I clenched my jaw, grabbed my clutch and stood from the bar. Fuck this, I wasn't going to sit here and take this from some drunken sod. I had barely taken a step when the drunk grabbed my arm and pulled me back. In the dangerously high heels I wobbled and nearly broke my ankle, spilling his drink down the front of his nice suit. 

"You sloppy bitch!" He yelled and raised his hand. Eyes wide, frozen on the floor, I felt another hand grab my arm and jerk me back a few inches, catching the drunk's wrist and pulling it back. The drunk business man yelled in pain and fell to his knees, eye level with me now. I looked up and saw a man with blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a sleek black suit, open in the front and with a pale pink button up shirt with the first two buttons undone. 

"Do you think it's wise to act like this?" The stranger said in a very calm, but chilling, voice. He helped me stand, never moving but his arm as I quickly gained my feet. He never removed his warm hand from my arm, but as the three of us stood there, in some strange triangle of pain, he twisted the man's wrist until he screamed. 

I was amazed no one in the bar spoke; instead, they looked away uneasily. I had never been here before, but it was clear that the stranger had. By the way everyone was looking somewhere else; I would have even gone so far to say that he owned the damn place. I swallowed nervously as I watched him, his straight spine, the cold look on his face as he clearly caused agony to the drunk. 

"You shouldn't come back here." He said calmly, as if commenting on the weather. The man nodded, tears of pain streaming from his eyes. As the stranger released his arm, the man stumbled forward and fled the bar. 

"D-Damon?" I whispered in question, my heart racing. 

He turned those piercing eyes at me and my racing heart nearly skidded to a halt. While his voice and face may have been cold, those eyes were blazing with heat. I closed my gaping mouth, the hand on my forearm suddenly seeming much too warm.

"I'm pleased to see the dress fits." His voice changed dramatically from the cold, commanding tone he had used with the drunk. Now, it writhed with a sensual heat that nearly put me back on the floor. I swallowed and blushed lightly. 

"You were worried?" I purred lightly, clearing my throat and shaking my head. Attempting to sound seductive had failed miserably. Damon, however, smiled kindly and led me to a private table near the back. There were curtains that could be pulled closed and the music pumping from the dance floor was far less obtrusive in this little cove. He guided me to my seat in the large booth and I knew better than to argue as I sat down he gave a satisfied nod. 

Damon slid gracefully into the side opposite me, his piercing eyes digging into mine as he slid his gaze up and down my body. He might have well just ripped off this dress of his then and there for all the subtlety his gaze provided. I decided to fight fire with fire and fully take in the enigma that was Damon. His suit was crisp, clearly expensive and most likely Armani, the subtly pink shirt underneath surprised me with color choice, but taking it all in I realized nothing else would have worked nearly as well. He didn't wear a tie, but instead the shirt casually left a few buttons undone at the neck. I couldn't see his shoes and without peering under the table and looking like an idiot, I took the educated guess that they were expensive as well. His hair was the only unruly part about him - while the suit and shirt were crisp, his hair seemed almost wild. It wasn't short, but long enough that the tips came down to his jaw like jagged teeth. And his jaw...it was strong but well defined, aristocratic bone structure. His fingers were long and graceful looking and as he stared at me, one hand drummed lightly on the tabletop. 

"To answer your question..." His voice slid over me like silk, "I was worried, yes."

I opened my mouth with a defiant expression, almost insulted he hadn't believed me when I told him what I looked like, my weight and height online, but refused to send him pictures. But still! I'd had the audacity to wear this ridiculously sinful dress, which seemed to have been fitted to the exact dimensions I'd given him, and had the courage to meet him here!

He held up his hand, silencing me with a cold look.

"Before you get offended, I'll tell you why. I've spoken to many women on that chat site, each one professing this beautiful figure and some even sending pictures I clearly knew were from modeling websites. Relationships can blossom online, and usually go no further but when someone expresses...interest...into my world...I take it seriously. As you've noticed, I have the money to buy anything I want and I'm not shy about it." Damon's voice was calm and barely held any inflection other than cynicism. He leaned back, lifting finger to gesture to someone outside the curtains, draping his other arm across the back of the curved booth. 

"That dress you're wearing, it was made especially for you. As strange as my measurement requests might have been, you gave them to me. Most don't. When I requested you wear it, here, I didn't expect to even find anyone here. You're the first one to ever come full circle. Think of the process as a filter." Damon smirked and looked over to the woman standing with an attentive expression. 

"She'll have another martini, and I'll have my usual." He looked back at me, "I'd have ordered a different drink for you, but I don't want you mixing your alcohol."

I blinked. What if I hadn't wanted another drink?

Damon smiled, leaning forward to place his elbows on the table, "I'm quite pleased you did show up, Lena."

I blushed and looked down to my hands, picking at my nails nervously. "I almost didn't."

"I know." 

I looked up and met his intense gaze. I reminded myself to take deep, steadying breaths. I still couldn't believe I was here, meeting him. Perhaps it was because he'd turned out to be far more than I'd expected and even dreamed. I hadn't even known what he looked like, hair color, eye color, body build...it'd all been a mystery. 

"I like what you've done with your hair." He murmured and leaned back again as the drinks arrived. He didn't say a single word to the waitress who disappeared just as silently. I brought a hand up to my hair subconsciously. If he'd only known how many times I'd messed with it before coming here before settling on my natural curly wave that was practically untamable. I'd half pulled up the sides, my long bangs still falling down almost haphazardly. It was really difficult to get them to look that way, I'd spent hours getting them to fall exactly where I wanted them.

"Thank you." I smiled shyly. 

"Tell me about yourself, Lena." Damon clinked the ice in his scotch once or twice before taking a small sip. I met his gaze with a smirk. 

"What don't you already know?" I asked sarcastically. 

His gaze darkened but the smile curving onto his lips changed the expression from frightening to well...a completely different type of frightening that I found I liked. It made my stomach clench in the most delicious way. 

"That. That right there is what I don't know." Damon smiled wolfishly, "I don't know the real Lena, what makes you tick."

"Well aside from ripping me apart to peer at my insides, which I assure you doesn't whirr and tick like a clock, there isn't much to say." I shrugged with a blush. Damon's smile couldn't have gotten wider. 

"And who says that's not what I'm already planning?" His voice was barely above a whisper but nonetheless, it made me quiver. 

"I would hope you aren't an axe murderer, because that wasn't on my request form." I sipped my drink, raising an eyebrow. Damon laughed, a genuine smile meeting his eyes for the first time. It was a wonderful sound that made me toes curl. I half smiled back at him, still hesitant and shy. 

The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile and he shook his head, "Lena, you are a breath of fresh air." 

"What? You're telling me women don't normally talk back to you? Or are they all as deathly silent as that waitress earlier?" I smiled and leaned forward, "You are quite dashing, sir." 

His eyes sparked and a wicked grin curved onto his lips at the word 'sir'. I smiled back, remembering the times I'd chatted online with him, roleplaying in that erotic chat room, pretending to be submissive. I crossed my legs under the table and bounced my foot slightly with a half-smile. 

"Most of them are afraid of me." Damon purred, placing his elbows back on the table. 

"Hmmm...I have a hard time wondering why." I mused dryly. Damon grinned; he knew full well that almost everyone in this club was terrified of him, especially the women. He also knew that over half of them would drop their skirts in the middle of the dance floor for him. I shook my head and stirred my martini. 

"Lena, you showed a lot of courage coming here." Damon's voice was all business again. As I looked up at him, his face had gone cold and he pulled out his blackberry and tapped a few things before putting it away again. He looked back at me, "That means you're genuinely interested in my lifestyle. Those 'games' we played online...they aren't just games in my life. I can tell, just by looking at you, that you aren't experienced. You blush at the simplest comments and you carry yourself like you're afraid of what you could do."

I gaped at him slightly, frowning and almost cutting him off when he called me inexperienced. But this time, he didn't even have to hold up a hand to bring me to heel. 

"I'm interested in you, Lena. I'm sure even you could see that. But there are a few things that you need to understand before we take another step. I'm a businessman, and this relationship will be as strict as the way I run my business. If I call you and tell you to come over, there will be no arguing, no excuses, unless your mother is dying: You. Will. Be. There.

You also need to understand that this is not the relationship you read about in romance novels. This isn't anything more than what's been written out; there will be no romantic relationship - this is a testing of limits. Is that clear?" Damon's eyes were ice and I shivered at his harsh words. Was that what I had been looking for? With my past, this seemed like foolish and stupid idea, but every relationship I'd been in had failed miserably. I nodded slowly, unable to breathe enough to form words. 

"It's obvious you've been hurt before, and I'm not sure how or why. But before we start, the past must no longer be the past - it must come out and be known. I won't dally with illegal substances, illegal activities or anything else than I deem unsavory. And should the time come that I deem this relationship over, then that's the end of it. Am I clear?" 

This time, I nodded with more confidence. 

"Lena..." Damon sighed and closed his eyes a moment, when he opened them again, the heat was back. "You need to understand that I'm not a good man - I'm not the wine and roses type and I never will be. This is your last chance to back out. I won't give you another."

I took a few deep breaths and bit my bottom lip. I had known what I was signing up for when I came to this club wearing his dress and his heels. I also knew that nothing moved me more; nothing made me hotter than pretending to be a submissive so why should this be any different? Shouldn't this be better than pretending? My heart raced as Damon watched me struggle internally. He was surprisingly patient; but then again, most people didn't just sign their sexual life away like this every day. Anger flared up inside me briefly and clenching my jaw, I looked him square in the eye.

"I'm not backing out of this." I growled. 

Surprise flitted across his eyes momentarily and then a hint of respect followed. He sat back again and nodded once, "Then tell me. Why are you choosing this?"

I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes for one painful moment, before looking steadily at the table in front of me, my hands gripping the seat on either side of me and I unclenched my jaw, "I didn't have the greatest childhood. I was abused from the moment I was born - my father raped me every night for as long as I could remember. Whenever I refused, or even sometimes for the hell of it, he would torture me in the basement, ripping tendons in my joints and bruising me where no one would ever see it. He made me feel worthless and unworthy of life." 

I couldn't look up at him, he was so silent...I prayed he wouldn't call this off. 

"I grew up in a warzone. Every night I dug into my foxhole and prayed the enemy wouldn't come. But every night he did and every night I fought him until I bled. And I always bled. My family never knew what was going on and I wouldn't tell them. He held a knife to my mother's neck frequently when she slept, telling me that he could kill her in an instant and take me away from everyone I loved. No one would ever find us and I would never get away. He threatened to take my hope away. There were nights, many nights, I prayed this time he would kill me." My voice was shaking and I clenched my eyes shut, the dim lights suddenly too intense. I gritted my teeth and continued, my chest aching as I spoke. 

"I turned sixteen and my mother died. I ran as fast and as far as I could - scholarships to schools and full time jobs kept me fed and alive. But I was always running, it didn't matter where I went, letters...letters would always find me. Then, one day I was told my father had passed away in a car wreck and left the family fortune to me, 'his darling daughter Lena' or so it said on the paperwork. I didn't have a choice; I had to take his damn money." I hissed unhappily. "So it's sat in the bank for ten years and accrued more interest than I could ever hope to spend in my lifetime. And I still haven't touched a single cent of it."

After taking a few deep breaths, I looked up at Damon. His eyes were chilling. 

"There's something else, Lena." His voice sounded slightly strained. 

I looked down at my white hands, "Yes." 

"Tell me, now." He ordered. 

I swallowed, "I've been with other men; certain desires somehow managed to survive. Call it human nature or whatever you like, but every relationship I've ever been in has failed more miserably than you can possibly imagine. I've had the wine and roses type, I've had the kind and caring...I..."

I fought back tears, "I don't know why...I went onto that chat site on a fluke! I...I popped into that room and saw you chatting with that other woman, roleplaying with her and I nearly came right then and there. I'd never felt that way anywhere else, with anyone else. I wanted to be used like that and..."

I let out a sob. 

"Lena." 

I looked up at him, the tears dangling from my eyelashes, not yet fallen. I felt so lost, looking at the dominant man across from me. His eyes weren't kind like I'd expected, but rather cold and calculating. The commanding tone he'd used had stopped the tide welling inside me in an instant. 

"You don't understand why you want the things you do?" He asked carefully. 

I nodded silently, clenching my hands harder on the leather. Damon watched me for a few moments. 

"You think it makes you disturbed and broken and shameful?" His voice sounded angry but his face was still emotionless. It was his eyes that swirled with a cold heat. 

"It does..." I whispered, looking down again. 

"Lena, look at me." He demanded. 

His gaze was fierce and he was leaning forward, "You're wrong. It doesn't make you a deviant, it doesn't make you shameful, or disgusting, or wrong, or even broken. The fact you want to face this in the rawest manor...I find it admirable. You're a much braver person that I gave you credit for."

"Isn't it wrong to want this?" I whispered in horror. 

Damon shook his head with an angry look on his face, "Does it make me sick and twisted to want to do what I do? Is it wrong that it's the only way I can enjoy myself at times? No. It doesn't. It's just the way you're wired, Lena, you want to be controlled. You've tried to take control in all your relationships and they've failed horribly - you admitted it yourself. It's only natural you came to this conclusion."

"But this is...this is so..." I shook my head, looking everywhere but him. 

"Extreme?" Damon smirked. 

I nodded, my shoulders slumping. 

"And yet, you're absolutely sure you want to do this?" He asked. I looked at him, anger flaring up inside me again. I would not let my sick father ruin another minute of my life, if I wanted this; it was because I wanted it. 

"I thought you weren't giving me another chance to back out." I challenged with anger shining in my eyes, mixed with my drying tears. Damon's face darkened, spiking fear inside me, as he clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. 

"Come sit next to me." He ordered. I hesitated a moment too long and with a growl Damon glared, "Should I have said now, Lena?"

I slid around the table and sat a few inches from him, my breath catching in my lungs just from being so close to him. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh and just as my eyes went wide, he pulled me so close I was practically on top of him. 

"I said 'next to' did I not?" He hissed in my ear. I shivered and nodded. "I can't hear nods, Lena." 

"Y-yes you did." I whispered; my voice strained. 

"You will address me as 'sir' is that clear?" Damon asked coldly. I wasn't sure if I liked him better as the playful friend/potential Dom or the terrifyingly real, deliciously strict Dom he was now. I nodded and quickly corrected myself. 


Power Play Ch. 01



"Yes, sir." I murmured.

A smile curved on his lips, "There, not so hard, is it?" 

"No, sir." My whole body was quivering, shaking, in desire and fear. Had I really been so sure about all this? What if I had an episode and went into my PTSD?

"Sir..." I started uneasily. 

Damon fixed me with an expectant look, "Yes, Lena?"

"I should tell you something else...about me." I hesitated, unwilling to part with that last shred of privacy. 

"If you're worried about the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that I'm confident you suffer from, don't be." Damon shocked me with his mind-reading abilities, "I understand triggers and even if you don't know yours, we'll find them - we'll push the edge and won't stop even when it pushes back. 

"H-how...?" I squeaked. 

"When you were telling me that story of that monster that was your father, I could see your jaw clenching, and the tension in your arms as you gripped the leather seat as if it would all tumble away from you. You began to look around the room, your eyes lingering on mundane objects, identifying and realizing that you were still here. It's clear you've gotten help for your PTSD and your past, and it worked for you in the beginning. You use the tools they gave you to ground yourself. That's brave, Lena." Damon's voice was soothing and calm; I wanted to crawl under his skin and melt there. "You think you're broken, which makes you broken on the outside. I'm going to fix that, we're going to take those pieces of you that you've allowed to be scattered and I'm going to make you put them back together."

"This sounds like therapy." I muttered, "Sir." 

Damon chuckled, "You're more right than you think you are, Lena. After all...you do feel something...don't you?"

He slid hid hand back to the inside of my thigh, right below the bottom of my dress and I gasped. Shock waves were running up my body, from his hand, making my whole body quiver. I bit my bottom lip as his fingers lightly traced circles, tapping here and there on my thigh. His hand slid upwards ever so slightly, pulling my dress up a fraction of an inch and I moaned ever-so-slightly, biting my bottom lip. After a few more seconds of heart pounding, sweet torture he removed his hand and left me bereft. 

The waitress appeared a few seconds after, an attentive look on her face again. 

"She'll have the New York with fresh vegetables and a nice Italian chianti, the one I'll drink. I'll have that as well but with the sautéed onions on the side." He barely even looked at her before she was gone again. 

"Do you come here often?" I asked casually. 

Damon shot me a warning look. I blinked a few times before remembering what I'd forgotten. 

"Do you come here often, sir?" I smiled apologetically. 

"I own this establishment." He smirked, "They carry what I want."

I knew it! I shifted in my seat, hoping to hide the heat between my legs. Damon's eyes slid over my body and the heat liquefied in my stomach, travelling lower and lower with his gaze. 

"You have a magnificent figure, Lena." He admired softly, sliding his hand to my leg again. He stayed on the top, sliding up and down my perfectly smooth skin. He smirked as he looked down at his hand but whatever thought ran through his mind he didn't share it. 

"Thank you, sir." I licked my dry lips and bit my bottom lip. 

"Mmm...you'll need to eat all your steak, Lena." Damon's lips curved up into a half-smile as he finished his scotch. "You'll need your strength tonight."

I nearly melted at the thought. I wanted to say something witty that made him feel like I did but anything I may have said was drowned up by his hand between my legs. I moaned lightly as his pinky brushed up against the very thin material of my lace panties. My hands clenched the edge of the table and the seat under me. His arm twisted and he cupped my heat with his whole hand, squeezing very lightly and releasing. I nearly bit through my bottom lip, gasping and peering out through the open curtains - no one was looking but that didn't mean they wouldn't.

The food came quickly and he released me. I sighed in relief and frustration - for the first time in my life I wanted more. I made an impatient sound and slid my hand onto his leg but he caught my wrist in a steely grasp and fixed me with a dangerous glare. My heart pounded in my ears as I realized my boundaries. 

"Eat your dinner, Lena." Damon growled in a low warning. I looked at the steak; it looked positively mouthwatering but Damon looked even better. I sighed and picked up my fork and knife - he'd promised me I'd need my strength and from the expression on his face I didn't want to push my luck on my first night with him. Besides, I really didn't know what to expect. 

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My stomach flipped all through dinner and although the food was incredible, I could barely taste it. My mouth was much too dry and through the whole dinner I could feel his gaze on me, lighting my skin on fire. When he had finished, I only had a few bites left and I ate them slowly, small little pieces of juicy steak, dainty, and melting on my tongue. I glanced up at him and saw him watching me with a little half-smile and a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly what I was doing - lingering on my fork with a contemplative look. I was stalling and trying so very hard to be seductive all at the same time. 

"Are you quite finished, Lena?" He asked in a low purr. I immediately placed my fork down, a small smile spreading across my face and nodded. "Good." 

The waitress appeared and this time, Damon glanced up at her for a few lingering moments. She stole a lightning quick glance at me and nodded, grabbing our plates and closing the curtain behind her. Once the curtain was closed, the heat in the confined booth went up through the roof and I thanked my lucky stars I was once again across from Damon. He sat with his elbows resting on the table, his chin resting on the backs of his folded hands. I leaned back, biting my lip again. The man was so intense he made me nervous and excited and hot...

"I'm very pleased you joined that chat room, Lena." His voice was molten velvet running over my body. His eyes traveled down my body again and he licked his lips, catching his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment as the music on the dance floor stopped and was replaced with something far more sultry and sinister. The grin that lit up his face stopped my heart. His eyes gleamed with wicked intent and as my heart started again, racing for all it was worth, he slid to the middle of the booth and beckoned me over. I slid over as best I could with my form fitting black dress and stilettos. It didn't look nearly as graceful as his move but it was best I could do. I was hopelessly awkward, always tripping over myself.

"You don't need to live in fear, darling." Damon murmured, placing a warm finger under my chin. He smiled, slow and sultry, bending down to capture my lips. As soon as his lips touched mine, I lit on fire and felt as if I was drowning in a volcano. His kiss wasn't soft a sweet, but rather an iron claim that crushed my lips under his. Our teeth bumped briefly and sparks flew behind my eyes and in my stomach. 

"Straddle me." He ordered, his eyes chilling but feverish. I opened my mouth a moment, hesitating to look behind me through the somewhat sheer curtain. The light in the booth was dim, but it was brighter than the dance floor. People would see...

He caught my jaw in his steel grasp and turned my face to his. The thunderous expression on his face made me want to whimper. He wasn't pleased with my hesitation. 

"If I have to repeat myself one more time tonight, Lena, I will punish you." He hissed and although my stomach cramped pleasurably thinking about the possibilities, a small thrill of fear flashed through me that made me comply. I maneuvered myself so I was straddling his waist, resting up on my knees, a good distance between me and his lap. His burning hands travelled up from the back of my knees and travelled up, his fingertips barely brushing under my dress before travelling up my ass and my lower back before settling on my hips and pushing me down. My dress, this risqué and beautiful little black dress he had sent me, didn't stretch that far and started to slide up my thighs until it rested around my hips. From the wicked grin on his face, I knew that had been planned. I felt so exposed and wrong - there were hundreds of people outside those almost-sheer curtains and who knew when that waitress would be back...?

The beat of the music got hotter and heavier and I found my heart matching the beat, my whole body thrumming as he seated my lace clad bottom down on his lap. I whimpered as I felt the steel of his erection press up against me. He wasn't built like a body builder, but he was incredibly and deceptively strong. As he pressed down on my hips, I had no other choice but to grind against his lap, letting my head fall back for a moment, my eyes fluttering closed. 

"Lena." His sharp voice brought me back. My cheeks were flushed and I was all but moaning and begging him to take me right here and now. His eyes were glinting with malicious intent. His hand slipped down between our bodies and he expertly guided it, brushing aside my panties and slipping between my lips. I jerked; surprised he was going this far in a public place. I clutched his shoulder with my right hand, biting my bottom lip hard to keep from crying out as he circled his thumb around my clit. I let out a low, soft keening sound and jerked at the extreme sensation. 

"Don't look away." He growled. 

I nodded. 

"What do you say, Lena?" Damon warned, a grin spreading on his face as he mouthed my breast through my dress. I gasped and moaned lightly, shuddering violently. 

"Y-yes...sir." I whimpered. 

"I'm going to push your limits, do you understand? You're not going to get in trouble here, I own this place." Damon assured me, as if knowing my trepidation about the whole affair. He instructed me to kneel again and he reached down, unbuttoning his pants and letting the zipper down. I gasped - he was going to fuck me here? I looked around nervously, biting my lip as he pulled out his very hard, very stiff, and very large member. I had never been with a guy that large before...I'd heard rumors that men who were into submissives were usually compensating but that wasn't the case here...I licked my suddenly dry lips. 

"All those teasing conversations online...do you know how hot those made me?" Damon growled and grabbed a fistful of my platinum blonde hair and pulled my head back, bearing my throat. I whimpered as the pain in my scalp mingled with my intense desire and pleasure. Damon licked and kissed my neck. There really was no romance to the gesture, just his own mad desire to devour me. I was lost in the feeling, a smile on my face. 

"And you're a very proficient writer, miss Lena." Damon purred, "But even your responses told me that you'd never truly experienced an orgasm at the hands of another."

I gasped; my eyes wide as I stared at him in shock. How could he have known that?

"I'm going to fuck you here, in front of everyone and if you don't stay quiet, I'll punish you. I want you to think of all the people, how they might catch you...then later, I'll really show you my world." Damon's eyes glinted hungrily as he hooked my panties by the waistband and pulled. They ripped like rice paper and fell off of me. He guided my hips over his waiting cock and I quivered, nearly dripping with need and anticipation. Fear ran through me, I knew that this was all about him now - as he positioned the head of his cock against my lips and slowly pushed past the outer lips, slipping barely inside me but still making me press down. He held me back easily. 

"I'm in charge, Lena." Damon hissed and jerked my head back again, exposing my neck. It was such a vulnerable position that I stopped moving and whimpered. "Move again and I'll make sure you remember to obey me." 

"Yes sir." I whispered as he then let go of me, grabbed my hips and slammed into me. Those simple but ferocious movements made me cry out, biting my knuckles to keep from screaming as I almost came. I tried desperately to remember not to rock against him and remained still as he pushed me down onto his rigid cock harder and ground against me, one hand slipping to rub briefly against my clit. I bit my lips together and clenched my eyes shut, trying not to cry out but it just felt so damn good...

"Lena, I want you to ride me." Damon demanded in a chilly tone that made me shiver as his hands released my hips and wandered over my body. I started to rock against him and felt him filling me so completely as I rocked harder. He let his head fall back and his eyes shut briefly but that was the only moment I saw him loose control and ride the wave of pleasure. He then grabbed my waist again and in a surprising move, he picked me up, bumping the table that made a soft groan as it slid across the floor a few centimeters. Thankfully the waitress had picked up the plates, otherwise it would have been more than our drinks falling onto the leather seats as he dropped me onto the top. He took over completely, slamming into me, his finger working on my clit as driving me up, winding me up to that earth shattering edge and letting me fall back without release. 

I whimpered and eventually started to beg in soft moans for release. He still wouldn't let me have it and soon, tears began to leak from my eyes as I lost my mind. I thrashed and if Damon hadn't taken that moment to stuff an handkerchief into my mouth, I would have lost my control and screamed in frustration. I moaned loudly around the cloth, barely making any sound. I slammed my hands down on the table and he grabbed them in one wrist and pinned them above my head, his eyes glinting dangerously. I was in trouble later and I knew it. I had no doubt people were looking, I could almost feel the eyes but it only made things hotter and nearly drove me over the edge. Damon leaned down and whispered in my ear with menace. 

"Don't you dare come yet, Lena." He hissed, "You come when I say you can." 

I whimpered, tears streaming from my eyes as he drove me closer and closer and pulled back expertly every time. I needed to come so badly that I began to ache and pain crept up on me. I writhed underneath him as best as I could trussed up in his iron grasp. 

"You want me to let you come, Lena?" Damon's voice was husky but still as chilling. I nodded vigorously, trying to say yes sir around the gag but unable to make more than a few half-moans. He chuckled and slammed into me a few times, rubbing my clit and then pulling away again. I screamed in frustration, nothing more than a groan could be heard, my nails digging into his hand holding my wrists. His eyes glinted maliciously. 

He watched me a few more times, bringing me to that now painful edge and ripping me away from it. Then he pulled my breast free from my dress and let my hands go with a dangerous look. I didn't move them out of fear as he slammed into me again, the delicious friction nearly driving me over the edge as his hands worked on my clit and started flicking my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. 

Damon smiled wickedly as I thrashed under him, trying desperately to hold back my climax. He leaned down and with a husky whisper joined by a slight moan from him, he chuckled, "Come for me, Lena."

I let out a deep held breath and let myself go. But rather than let me ride the currents and reach it gradually, he sped up, impaling me on his massive cock and rubbing my clit with a feverish pace. I snapped and my back arched like a bow as I cried out, nothing more than a muffled whimper escaping the gag, and just as I started to come down, he pinched my nipple painfully and I shot back over the edge again and came harder than I'd ever done before. He slammed into me a few more times before he came; letting his seed go inside me. It was the first time I'd ever let that happen. Not that I'd really had much of a choice, I was just thankful I was on the pill. 

I lay there as he pumped a few more times, each thrust sending me into another climax until I was quivering, utterly spent and unable to move save to gasp for air through my nose. Damon cleaned himself up quickly and slipped my ripped panties into his pocket before pulling me from the table and wiping any seed from between my legs neatly. His movements were so clinical and efficient I wondered if he'd felt anything at all. I didn't care, not if he could make me feel this way...I had never had an orgasm with a guy; he'd been right about that; until now.



Power Play Ch. 02



Michael was sitting in his patio taking in some of the cool night breeze and moonlight when I pulled into his driveway. I got out the car and walked over to where he was sitting handing him his car keys as I sat down.

"So is Sharon cheating on you?"

I paused before answering Michael's question. I could not say yes with any degree of certainty but from what I had seen with my own eyes I could not give him a definitive no either. My silence alerted him to the possibility that something negative had occurred and that I had seen something that had disturbed to me.

"She went to our favourite restaurant with one of the overseas directors of her company and from what I saw she was making it very easy for the man to flirt with her."

I was deliberately vague not wishing to taint Sharon's good reputation at this early stage of the game. I was also embarrassed to tell Michael that my wife had taken off her clothes in a car being driven by a strange man and that I had witnessed the man kissing Sharon on her lips and had seen him run his hand seductively over her voluptuous ass.

"Well that does not sound too bad if all you caught her doing was flirting. The first time I followed my slut of an ex-wife I caught her red handed being fucked in the back seat of a car that my hard earned money had bought."

I felt fortunate that my night had not turned out like that. Michael had acted very calmly in the face of Margaret's indiscretion. I doubted very much that I would have been as controlled as Michael had I witnessed the stranger fucking Sharon in the back seat of the BMW he was driving or anywhere else as a matter of fact.

I have gotten into physical confrontations for far less than that before and I was certain my night would have gone far differently had I witnessed Sharon engaged as Margaret had been.

"The man was all over her and she was eating up the attention he was giving her."

My friendship with Michael went back about three decades so he knew me almost as well as I knew myself. Michael understood that if he wanted specifics about what I had seen he would have to ask me specific questions.

"So did you actually see him touch her breasts and ass or did he run his hand between her legs?" 

That was as specific as it got so I had no choice but to give Michael an accurate answer to his query.

"Truth is I don't know if the man touched her breasts or if he fingered her pussy but I did see him run his hand over her ass and he kissed her on the lips when they entered the elevator at the hotel."

Michael shook his head gravely as he mentally weighed the information I had given him.

"The old people have a saying that if you see mice running around in the day there is a good possibility that rats will be running around in the night."

I understood perfectly what Michael was telling me. Being touched on the ass and kissing on the lips were very intimate acts. Those two acts by themselves did not prove that Sharon had spread her legs for the stranger tonight or at any time in the past but it did suggest that there was a strong possibility that she was open to the idea. 

"Outside of actually catching her in the act you can't be certain that she is fucking this man but there is definitely something going on between them."

I was inclined to agree with Michael that my wife had crossed the line with her dinner companion. I was beginning to regret my decision not to have seen my stake out through to the end. I had abandoned my mission without achieving my mission objective which was to discover what Sharon was up to.

A quick glance at my watch suggested that there might still be time to go back and check on my wife and her companion. The risk of my being caught spying on Sharon and the stranger would be greater however since I would have to return to the scene unaware of their location.

"I am such a pussy. I should have seen it through to the end one way or the other. I guess I will never know what happened now unless she tells me."

Michael looked at me with a great measure of disbelief.

"Don't count on her telling you shit. Women know how to conceal their dirt. They are like the government when it comes to hiding facts they don't want in the public domain." 

I had just watched the movie 'He is not that into you' and a scene flashed into my mind. A woman was giving an account of the philandering habits of her two husbands. The first one had been very careless and she had caught him easily. The second one was far more discrete and she only found out about his affairs after his death.

The punch line in the woman's monologue was that the real master of cheating in her marriages was in fact her. She confessed to having numerous lovers and boyfriends and never once being caught by any of her husbands.

Sharon travelled so frequently that if she wanted to cheat it would be so easy for her. Even in my unemployed state it was impossible for me to jump on a plane to accompany her on her numerous trips outside the island. I was a little surprise that she had been so careless with her companion.

She could have met him outside of Barbados and I would have been totally ignorant of the meeting. Anonymity is another country would have given them all the freedom they needed to explore whatever sexual fantasies they had involving each other.

In spite of what I had seen I still had a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that there was more to what I had seen than met the eye. I just could not bring myself to believe that I had misread Sharon so badly and that she was no better than Margaret with respect to honesty and forthrightness.

"What I have in my favour is that I know more than she thinks I do so it will not be difficult for me to detect when she is deviating from the truth."

I was especially interested in seeing whether Sharon would come home in the clothing she had worn to work in the morning. Maybe the dress had been a gift or maybe she had bought it and never worn it before. If she changed back into her skirt suit that would mean that she most likely undressed twice in the presence of the stranger.

I could also interpret her changing back into her skirt suit as an attempt to deceive me into thinking that she went on just another routine after business dinner. As problematic as Sharon coming home in a sexy looking figure hugging black dress that I had never seen before was, I was hoping that she would not change back into her skirt suit.

I did not want to deal with my wife trying to pull the wool over my eyes in addition to everything else that had transpired already. Once I started down the path of not trusting her, it would just be a matter of time before things really went south of the border relationship wise.

"Maybe if you ask the right questions you may be able to get something out of her that may help you decide for yourself what really happened."

Michael was well aware of Sharon's brutally frank nature. She was in the habit of answering questions in a honest manner even when her answers did not help her cause. In the past she had revealed stuff to me that she just as easily could have concealed. I was almost certain that Sharon would say what she was up to if I push her hard enough. 

My problem was that I was not certain I wanted to know the whole truth especially if the whole truth involved Sharon fucking her dinner companion. To some extent I preferred to enjoy the bliss of ignorance. I still wanted to believe that Sharon was my faithful loving wife.

Like the proverbial ostrich I was quite content to bury my head in the sand and try to pretend that nothing had changed. At a deeper level however I knew that much had changed and that my wife was about to take me on a journey that I would much rather not take.

I thanked Michael for his assistance and headed home feeling totally powerless and dejected. There was no way for me to compete with the driver of the BMW or with the high flyers that surrounded Sharon daily. They were the kind of men who could give her the world on a silver platter. 

In my current financial state there was little I could offer her. She was the bread winner in the family so whatever she got from me was already hers to begin with. I cursed my bad luck to be in such an unenviable position. 

As I approached the drive way to our home it became evident to me that my night of woe was far from over. A black BMW was parked in our garage and it was empty. I drove up behind the BMW and turned off my engine. The front door opened and Sharon came out to meet me.

"We have a guest and he has a proposition that I wanted you to hear."

Sharon was not wasting any time. She knew I would be a little annoyed with her for bringing a man home so late in the night.

"I also have a confession to make and I hope you won't be too angry with me." 

She was still wearing the tight fitting black dress and I could not help but stare at her. God my wife looked so fucking hot in that dress. She could make a stone statue harder looking the way she did. Her facial expression told me that I was about to hear something that I would not like.

"I came pretty close to fucking another man tonight but I could not do it at least not without your permission."

There was no way for me to avoid the topic now that Sharon had started the ball rolling. For some perverse reason I wanted the details of all that had happen and I wanted to know just how close Sharon came to fucking the man who was now sitting somewhere in our home.

"How close is pretty close Sharon? Did he suck your pussy? Did you suck his cock? What did you two do tonight?"

Sharon looked at me trying her best to read my mood before responding to my questions. She took a deep breath then in her typical open style blurted out her answer.

"We kissed, he put his finger up my pussy, he sucked my pussy and I sucked his cock. We started fucking but I stopped him and told him that I wanted to talk with you before we went further."

Sharon did not disappoint me with her answer. I asked for specifics and she gave me specifics. At an inexplicable level my confidence in her was restored to some extent. She could have fabricated some bullshit story to make herself look good. She could have told me that she kissed the stranger or that he had sucked her breasts. Instead she gave me a rundown of her night which included all the incriminating sexual details. 

"I guess your next question is why? Let's go inside so I can introduce you to Ramon and I will let him tell you why himself."

We entered the house with me walking a few paces behind Sharon. It was not every day a man got a formal introduction to the man who was about to fuck his wife. This situation definitely seemed like one for the record books. 

Ramon was sitting in our living room and rose to greet us when we entered. He extended his hand to me after Sharon introduced us. Not wishing to appear unfriendly I extended my hand and shook his firmly. Ramon sat down next to Sharon and placed his arm over her shoulder.

It was all so surreal sitting in our living room with a man touching my wife in an intimate way right before my eyes. What came next took me totally by surprise. Ramon pulled Sharon's head into his lap while he freed his cock which looked twice the size of mine. It was long and thick with a bulging head. I had no doubt that if this man fucked my wife, she would never be satisfied with my average size cock again. 

Ramon may have initiated the activity going on in my living room but my wife was no passive participant in the proceedings. I looked on in disbelief as Sharon took Ramon's cock in her hand and started licking the bulging head. Her tongue moved from his cock head down the shaft and ended up on his balls. 

Sharon had her legs spread wide and the short black dress had worked its way up to her waist exposing her naked cunt to my gaze. Ramon reached between Sharon's legs and sank two fingers inside her already wet cunt. Sharon clearly was in a state of heightened arousal judging by the way she was thrusting against Ramon's fingers.

My worst fears had finally been realized. Not only had my wife gone way beyond the safety line with another man but she had brought the man home with the intention of going even further. She had joke about doing it in the past but this was no joke. My beautiful sexy wife was sucking a man's cock while he finger fucked her in front of me.

Sharon ran her tongue back up the shaft of Ramon's cock and covered the head with her lips. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and started stroking Ramon's cock vigorously. From the expression on Ramon's face I could see that Sharon's oral technique coupled with her manual dexterity was having a dramatic effect on him. 

As someone who had experienced Sharon's cock handling skills on numerous occasions, I understood just how good Ramon was feeling. Sharon threw herself into sucking cock the same way she threw herself into her work. She did not hold back in any way and Ramon was beginning to understand just how proficient my wife really was.

Ramon raised his ass up off the sofa as Sharon went in for the kill. She increased the speed of her hand movements as her head bobbed up and down over the head of Ramon's huge cock. Sharon made no effort to back away from Ramon's cock as he reached the point of explosion. 

"Oh fuck I am cumming in your mouth mamasita. Don't stop, don't stop."

Ramon's deeply accented English only served to inflame Sharon's passion further. She raised her mouth up from Ramon's cock as she stroked him even harder milking the last drops of cum from his menacing looking cock. 

Sharon excused herself and headed in the direction of the bathroom leaving Ramon and I staring each other down. To him I must have looked like a deer hypnotized by the oncoming headlights of a speeding car. The look on his face told me that he had been in this situation before and that it was something he enjoyed immensely.

My wife returned to the room with a large smile on her face. She took a seat next to Ramon again and held out her hand. Ramon reached into his pockets and pulled out a key and an envelope. 

"Ok Mamasita. You have won our little wager and I am a man of my word. The BMW is officially yours."

My wife took the key in her hand and looked me straight in the eyes. She knew me well enough to know that I was not going to make a scene at least not with Ramon present. They had promised me an explanation and I still wanted to hear the explanation before passing judgement on her. 

I shuddered at the thought that my wife had entered some kind of betting arrangement with this man involving her having sexual contact with him in my presence. If that was all there was to it then I would have to conclude that Sharon had become a stranger to me in one night. 

She had been generously rewarded for her brazen act of sucking Ramon's cock in our living room while I sat and watched. I could not help but wonder at the nature of the man she had brought into our lives. A man who gave away a BMW to a woman for sucking his cock while her husband watched was a man capable of anything.

Sharon leaned back against Ramon whose arm once again was over her shoulders. Anyone entering the room at that moment would have concluded that they were a couple and I was their guest.

"Ramon is the president of a highly exclusive club and he wants to start a chapter in Barbados with you and me as it first charter members. The privileges of membership are so numerous that I could not pass on the offer he is extending to both of us."

The club was called the Bohemian Society and had a global membership list as distinguished as any social club in existence. Both Sharon and Ramon took turns explaining to me what the objectives and goals of the Society were. Bohemians were relativists who viewed man as the centre of all that existed.

There were no gods waiting in the wings of human experience to purify the planet and usher the human family back to Eden. Man was evolving toward what Ramon called the omega point where all humanity would enter into a new phase of super consciousness. Bohemians were masters of the universe or as Ramon stated bluntly gods of the earth.

The sales pitch sounded good to me. As a student of metaphysics I had jettisoned many of the religious superstitions that still guided and shaped the lives of the majority of the human family. I already had a working knowledge of the philosophy undergirding the Bohemian Society.

Bohemians were thrill seekers and pleasure lovers as well. They sought out the most pleasurable experiences in life and live on the outer edge of sexual exploration. As a master of the universe Ramon lived by a take what you want philosophy. He wanted Sharon and was willing to take her by any means necessary even if it meant parting with a sizable part of his immense wealth.

"We believe in taking what we want from this life and not letting anything or anyone get in the way of our desires."

Ramon's words sent a chill down my spine. I trembled slightly at the thought that this man could have my entire existence expunged from memory if it suited his purpose. He wanted my wife and I had no doubt that his reason for being here in my home was to fuck my wife in front of me.

Sharon had been right about the greatness of the offer being made by Ramon. We would be set for life as members of the Society. Sharon and I would be the head of the pyramid structure in Barbados. Everyone who was invited to become members would be under our authority and would be subject to us as we were now subject to Ramon.

Funding for everything we needed would either come from Ramon or the parent organization located in the United States. Sharon and I would receive a monthly honorarium of five thousand dollars which was ours to use as we desired. That was more than I had been making monthly as a teacher and slightly more than Sharon made each month as well.

I felt my body beginning to relax a little as I allowed the ramifications of Ramon's offer to sink into my consciousness. Our financial worries would be over. Ramon even threw in an allowance package for Sharon at work that would take care of our mortgage and monthly utilities. I was finally beginning to see light at the end of a long dark tunnel and my instinct told me to go towards the light.

Ramon reached into his pants and pulled his huge cock out for a second time. I braced myself for what I knew was coming. He was about to fuck Sharon in front of me and there was nothing I could do about it. I had not objected to the proposal that had been laid out before me and now it was time for me to pay the price of acceptance. Ramon was our benefactor and I had no choice but to let him have his way with Sharon. That was the price we would have to pay for the deal we had made. 

I sat like an ancient Stoic watching this man stroking his huge cock getting it rock hard in preparation for his invasion of my wife's hot pussy. Sharon stood in front of Ramon allowing him to unzip her dress. She was looking me straight in the eye when she slowly squatted bringing her wet cunt over the head of Ramon's cock.

Sharon took a deep breath as Ramon raised his hips sliding the first few inches into her excited cunt. Sharon remained motionless as Ramon started pushing his cock in and out her wet pussy. To the best of my knowledge I was the only man she had fucked over the last eight years. She had grown accustom to taking my average cock in her cunt. Ramon's cock however was anything but average. Sharon looked like a woman in unfamiliar territory who was trying with some difficulty to adapt.

The fucking position Sharon chose literally gave me a front row seat where I could watch Ramon's huge cock parting the lips of my wife's beautiful cunt each time as she rose and descended on his member. Pain and pleasure seemed to have enveloped her into a cocoon of ecstasy resulting in my wife losing control of her body.




Power Play Ch. 02



After rearranging my dress over my now panty-less bottom, and blushing furiously, unable to keep my eyes open, Damon ordered me another drink and simply sat back to enjoy the music as I recovered. He seemed more than recovered already and if I wasn't mistaken, he could have gone again right then and there. I still wasn't sure if I this was the relationship I really wanted, but I had never felt this...well...satisfied. It was addictive, like a drug that I just wanted more of. Even though I could barely keep my eyes open, I honestly just wanted more of Damon until I died from an overdose. 

"Are you recovered?" Damon smirked. 

I let out a soft, breathy laugh and smiled. It was hardly an answer but for once, Damon seemed satisfied with it. He stood up and walked over to my side of the table and held out his hand. I raised an eyebrow but took it, surprised at his concern. I had always read that Doms were cruel and always punished their submissive. 

Damon leaned down and with a smile in his voice, he whispered in my ear as he helped me to my feet, "This relationship is all about pleasure, it's not about the pain. It's about trust, and the good Doms are kind to their submissive but we do teach you how to handle pain. Besides, Lena, I doubt you could walk out of here on your own. After all, if that was your first orgasm..." Damon laughed and shook his head, "You are going to be an exquisite pleasure, Lena." 

I felt pampered as he placed my hand on his arm and led us out of the club, but he had been right, I was barely able to hold up my own weight and my eyelids were already drooping in fatigue. I'd always been quite pleased with my endurance in swimming and running, cardio and kickboxing, but this was different. I smiled a little as he opened the door to a black Porsche Cayan and let me slip inside. He told me not to drive here, and I'd taken a cab thinking it was unusual but it all made sense now. 

I was surprised to see a driver already sitting inside. I suppose I'd expected he would be driving, but if Damon was as filthy rich as he claimed and appeared, then it made sense that he would have a driver. He slipped into the car beside me and the driver pulled from the curb without a word. 

"So...you do this often on first dates, sir?" I gave a wry smile. Damon looked over at me, almost in shock and then laughed. 

"No." He grinned, showing white teeth and reminding me a bit of a wolf grinning at a lamb, "But this isn't really a first date so much as the first day of a new contract."

I was a little put off by the statement but realized how honest it was of an answer. Engaging with him in that club, letting him use me as he had, that had been my signature at the bottom of the proverbial contract. Whether or not I liked it, I was in up to my neck now and had to tread water to stay above the surface of the dark lake I'd jumped into. And I was loving every minute of it. 

"How late is sir going to keep me?" I asked playfully, a little worried I may miss work on Monday. Damon gave me a hard, but carful look. 

"Do you work, Lena?" He asked. 

"Yes, sir." I murmured, raising my chin a bit. He raised his eyebrow at the subtle challenge.

"Not anymore." Damon dared me to challenge him again. I opened my mouth in shock, wanting to disagree with him, to argue that I couldn't just quit. Luckily, he spoke again before I got myself into deeper trouble. 

"You are now working for me, little Lena." He smirked, "So, I'll allot you an allowance."

An allowance?! I seethed in anger; he was going to pay me for sex? I ground my teeth together and after a moment of desperate battle to hold my tongue, I lost. 

"I'm not a whore!" I hissed, scooting as far away from him as I could. "I don't need your money."

"Lena." Damon growled with anger in his eyes, "That is not what I implied. I know you are not a prostitute, and I would never think of you as one. I simply wish to make you comfortable and have you at my beck and call. If you had a job, that would be a little impossible, would it not? I was hoping to make you understand that I have no desire to see you unhappy; in fact, I want to please you as much as you want to please me as a sub."

I frowned at him warily, I was confused. 

"Try this out, Lena. I promise you'll never feel less than your worth." Damon smirked, "And believe me; I think you're worth more than you'd admit."

I nibbled on the inside of my lip, narrowing my eyes but not stopping his hand as it slid onto my thigh. I let him pull me slowly back to his side, where his fingers drummed on my skin lightly. The simple touch made my heart jump and my stomach knot up; my body instantly started to respond. I was greedy for his touch, he'd made me feel better than I'd ever had and made me feel like I was worth something. Even if it was just words, I could see in his eyes that he was genuine. 

I supposed I could rationalize this development. It wasn't too hard to comprehend; I was a bit of an employee and he was giving me a new job and if it meant I could focus on my writing more and not have to worry about my horrid office job anymore...I would take the offer on the table. 

Damon must have taken my silence as agreement, his hand started to slide up my thigh, this strong fingers pushing my legs apart with a simple flick. His eyes caught mine as my mouth fell open. The club was one thing, but his driver was sitting a few feet from us, focused on the road, but I could see his eyes in the rearview mirror. He was watching every now and then. I made a disquieted noise in the back of my throat and Damon silenced me by nibbling on my earlobe, and trailing love bites down my neck. I let out a soft moan and shut my eyes, the sensations sweeping me up. 

The car stopped just as Damon caressed the outside of my lips, and he pulled away suddenly, my eyes snapping open as the door next to me was opened. I took the hand offered to me and Damon took my hand on his arm, a rather old fashioned gesture, and led me into the large and imposing skyscraper. I'd heard of this place before, it was where a lot of rich and famous people lived and Damon...oh lord. He lived at the top. He entered the private, express penthouse elevator, and only had one button to press. What had I gotten involved in?

"I've taken the liberty of having a room made up for you." He said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "You can move some things over from your apartment if you'd like, Joshua will help you, but for the most part, everything here I would like to be from me."

I mumbled a hurried, "Yes, sir." 

Damon's expression changed, and I realized as the elevator doors opened, I was completely alone with him now. A thrill of anticipation and fear ran through me as he walked from the elevator and into what I assumed was the living room. The whole place was open, two stories with lofts looking out over the great room, a grand looking staircase butted up in one corner, and the kitchen was a spotless work of art. I couldn't even fathom what a place like this would cost. 

"Follow." Damon instructed, walking up the stairs. I hurried to catch up with him, my heels clicking on the hard floor. It was so massive...and opulent. He led me to a room, soft whites and crème were the main colors, small accents of spring green here and there lent it a soft, but airy feeling. The bed was simple but comfortable looking, a large closet and adjoining bathroom led from the room and I was impressed when he told me it was mine. 

"Really?" I squeaked. Damon let the omission go, knowing full well I hadn't added 'sir' but I was grateful for his sudden acquiescence. Unless he was now tallying up my indiscretions; a prospect I sorely hoped was not the case. 

"Yes. Follow." His voice was a little raw and his steps a little quicker. I ended up stopping briefly to take off my heels, unable to keep up in the death traps, and held them in my hands as I ran after him on silent feet. He stood at the doorway to another room, taking a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door. He opened the dark portal and beckoned me inside as he stood there, a glint in his eyes that made me nervous. 

"Now." He narrowed his eyes and with wide eyes, I slipped quickly past him, the darkness of the room making me squint to see anything. Damon entered behind me and shut the door, cutting off all of the light. 

"It's dark, sir." I whimpered uneasily and felt his hands brush up against my stomach and then he molded his entire body against mine, slipping a hand behind my neck and pulling me up against him, capturing my lips with his and sliding another hand down to my hips, pulling me roughly against his, rubbing his erection against my hot center. I moaned into his mouth and catching my lower lip between his teeth, he pulled away, letting my lip slip from between his teeth. I knew I was already wet, I could feel the warmth between my legs and was desperate for him to take me again. 

He let go of me, still pressed up against me, his fingers curling around the bottom of my dress and sliding it up my body. My breathing quickened and I held up my arms as he pulled it up and over his head. He then ran his hands down my body and settled his mouth over one of my breasts, licking and sucking at the nipple, driving me mad with lust. I moaned, no longer forced to remain quiet. My moans seemed to make him fervent and he took the other breast in his hand and pinched the nipple painfully. I gasped and my knees almost buckled but as quick as the passion had come, he pulled away with a chuckle. 

"As you're new to this..." Damon's soft voice was like velvet in the darkness. "We'll take it slow, but know that once we break the ice, it will be much more...visceral." 

I shuddered at the promise. 

"Follow my voice, Lena." Damon chuckled and I took a hesitant step forward, my hands outstretched. I found the edge of a large, carved wooden post and followed it down to find soft fabric a mid-thigh. 

"Onto the bed, if you please." He whispered from behind me and with another, more delicious, shudder, I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back as instructed. I felt his hands on one wrist, tying me to the bed and then my ankle and knew what he was doing. I grew a little uncertain, a familiar feeling of tingling coming over me and I started to take deep breaths, running my hands over the silk ropes, feeling the texture, reminding myself that it wasn't anything like my past. This was different. 

"Calm down, Lena." Damon purred, "You're safe. Remember you can call this off at any time. Just use the safe word, 'Red', and we'll stop. 'Orange' will tell me you're getting uneasy. Okay?" 

"Okay..." I murmured, close to tears. The room was suddenly too cold. Then I felt Damon's mouth on my breasts and he climbed onto the bed, on top of me. I didn't feel clothes separating us anymore and as I arched my back, I slowly came out of the episode. His teeth pinched my nipple and I cried out, the pain exquisite. I moaned softly as his fingers found my clit and started to slowly rub the bud there, he applied a stiff pressure as he rubbed very slow, and I found my entire body buzzing with pleasure. I moaned louder and bit my bottom lip. He moved to my other breast and with a grin, rubbed my clit harder and faster as his tongue flicked and rubbed and sucked, all rhythmic with his fingers. 

"Ohhh...!" I shook, moaning, my head tossing desperately on the bed. I pulled at the bonds and felt them tighten deliciously. I begged him, with fervent desperation, to fuck me, to use me, but he simply chuckled and started licking and kissing his way down my stomach. 

I cried out as his tongue slipped between my lips and he spread them with his warm hands, licking and sucking on my clit with an expert's touch. He stayed there for a few moments, driving me mad but never giving me enough to build to orgasm. He then slipped a finger inside me to the knuckle and started to pump slowly. I gasped and cried out loudly, clenching around him, needing more. He pumped faster, curling his finger up, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars. My abdomen clenched and finally, I felt myself start to build. I cried out with each thrust of his hand, moaning as he added a second finger, and then a third, still licking and sucking at my clit. I tried to hold back, waiting for him to tell me that I could come. 

It was getting painfully intense, holding by climax back, and with a desperate cry, I jerked at the bonds holding my wrists. He slipped a hand under my hips and lifted me up to his mouth, pounding his fingers into me as I rode his hand with feverish pace. 

"Please!" I moaned. "Please sir, I need to come!" I heard a chuckle but no answer, as he sped up his tongue and slammed his fingers deeper into me. I saw stars and as I clenched to avoid orgasm, I broke. I screamed, pulling at the bonds as I shattered around his hand and mouth, the pleasure ripping through me with violence as he lapped up the juices flowing from my pussy. I moaned loudly as I came down, sweat beaded on my chest and brow, my lungs desperately sucking in air. 

"Mmmhmhmm..." I whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of me and gave me one last lick. 

"I didn't tell you to come, Lena." Damon's voice was seductively dangerous. "You're a greedy little girl, aren't you, Lena?" 

"I'm sorry, sir." I whimpered, tears running down my cheeks. "I tried to hold back." 

"You want to come, Lena?" Damon growled and moved from the bed, opening what sounded like drawer. "I'll make you come more times than you can count." 

As exciting as that sounded, I was terrified. This wasn't a reward - this was punishment. Damon was going to make me remember to wait until he told me to come, and I was terrified at what he was going to do. My heart thudded in my chest as he climbed back onto the bed and quickly pushed inside me, his girth making my sensitive muscles clench around him and heighten my passion again. He'd barely given me a chance to come down from the last one before he was pounding into me and as he lifted my hips so my clit was bared as he slammed away, he placed something round against my clit and flipped a switch. The intense buzz slammed into my nerves and I moaned, a small orgasm rushing over me. 

"See, Lena? We'll have to teach you some control..." Damon grunted as he fucked me, one hand gripping my hips as he took out his rage on my pussy. I cried out as he turned up the vibration of whatever he had pressed against my clit and I started to shake, my pussy clenching around him. I whimpered, moaned, screamed, thrashed my head on the bed, tried to pull the ropes from my wrists, but nothing seemed to move him. 

"Please!" I cried, knowing I couldn't hold back much longer. 

"What are you waiting for, Lena? You just take what you want, don't you?" Damon's voice was rough, strained as he slowed his thrusts, agonizing me with slow withdrawals and quick, powerful thrusts. 

"Oh god...!" I cried out, my heart pounding, "I...I can't...!" 

I didn't even get the word out as I came violently, bucking underneath him as he sped up, fucking me with relish again, even turning up the vibration on my clit, intensifying my orgasm, building it up even as I came. I screamed, a desperate sound as I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He pounded into me, spiraling me upwards and upwards, and I knew the next wave would completely break me. He continued to turn up the vibrations until it felt like my entire body was vibrating. I cried out, a loud and desperate moan as I crashed over the edge of the wave and came racing down. I felt him come, the rush of heat making me shudder as pleasure ripped through my mind. He pulled out but kept the vibrator on my clit, not letting my orgasm end. 

"D-Damon...!" I shook violently, tears leaking down the side of my face as the pleasure mingled with pain, my entire body tightening, sweat drenching my forehead. He pressed it harder against my clit and I screamed, desperately trying to move away from the vibration. It was too much, I needed to stop this orgasm...my heart felt like it was going to explode!

"P-please sir, I'm s-sorry!" I moaned and had never been more relieved when he took the vibrator away and left the bed. I lay there, spent, in and out of consciousness, thrumming with pleasure. My clit throbbed with a pleasurable feeling and as I lay there, trussed up on the bed, all I wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. That had been so intense! It was almost a blur, but the ache lingered. 

"Will you disobey my instructions again, Lena?" Damon asked softly after a while. 

"N-no, sir." I breathed, having barely any strength to move my head. He untied my wrists and ankles, allowing me to curl onto my side, his hands running down my back in a soothing manner. 

"Get some sleep." He kissed the back of my neck, placed a blanket over me, and left. I was asleep before I heard the door shut.



Power Play Ch. 02



In the eight years that we had been intimate I had never seen Sharon behave like this. She was grabbing her head and forcing her cunt down on Ramon's huge cock with total abandon. The green monster of jealousy started to rise up inside of me at the realization that I had only tapped the surface of Sharon sexual desire. Ramon had done more in a few minutes to unleash the beast of lust chained up inside Sharon than I had been able to in eight years. 

"Fuck me Ramon, fuck me. Drive that big cock deep in my cunt and make me scream for mercy." 

There is an old saying that people ought to be careful what they ask for least they get what they ask for and can't handle it. Sharon was screaming for Ramon to fuck her hard and that is exactly what Ramon did but in a totally unexpected way. 

Ramon got up from the sofa and positioned Sharon in a kneeling position on the floor. He knelt behind her and ever so slowly at first guided the head of his huge cock between the cheeks of Sharon's ass. For the first time since I have had the privilege of knowing Sharon I saw fear written all over her face.

She had not anticipated being fucked in the ass by Ramon's huge cock. She was not in a position to say no either. That was the nature of the power game we had agreed to play. Ramon was our master and he could do whatever he wanted to do to either of us. I looked into Sharon's eyes and saw an image of agony drawn there as Ramon began to ram her asshole with his hard cock.

There was nothing I could do to help Sharon at this point. We had made up our bed and now she would have to lay on it as best as she could. Ramon grabbed her hips and forced his cock even further up her ass channel resulting in Sharon screaming in pain. She sounded like someone who was being subjected to the most barbarous torture imaginable.

'Oh god it is hurting so badly. Please stop. I beg you, please stop."

Sharon's pleas for mercy were lost on Ramon who simply kept pounding her tight asshole with his huge cock. Ramon's face was unreadable as I looked at him. He was clearly enjoying the pain he was inflicting on my wife as he fucked her ass. I guessed that in his world there was a thin line between pain and pleasure.

He had lost a BMW to my wife earlier so this was probably a little payback from earlier. Maybe he was just trying to humiliate Sharon in front of me to see how far I was willing to go and if I would break under pressure. If so he had nothing to fear from me. To begin with this had been Sharon's idea and she had gotten the wheel in motion long before I was brought into the game. 

Seeing her humbled in this way was a little payback for me as well. She was the one who had made the decision to bring this man into our live. The pain she was feeling in her asshole as Ramon continued to savagely fuck her there was more than enough punishment for her indiscretion.

Ramon started grunting like a wild beast then he came in Sharon's ass. As the spasms of pleasure rocked his body, he thrust into Sharon's ass with such force that she collapse on the floor with him on top of her. Ramon continued plunging his cock into Sharon's ass until he finally exhausted himself.

He was breathing heavily when he pulled himself up from on top of Sharon and sat on the sofa. Sharon seemed too shaken up to move from the position he had left her in. I stood my ground waiting to see what Ramon or Sharon would do next.

Sharon clearly was in no condition to do anything so Ramon took the next initiative. 

"Your wife told me that you were a very open minded man and that you would be willing to consider my proposal."

He paused and reached into his pants pocket. He fished out a key very similar to what he had presented to Sharon earlier.

"Not many men I know have the balls to endure watching their wives being fucked in front of them like that."

It was no walk in the park for me either but Sharon had been complicit in the affair from the inception. I simply jumped on to the wild roller coaster of lust they were on and tried to hold on until the ride was over. 

"You and Sharon have provided me with an exquisite pleasure tonight and it is our custom to handsomely reward individuals for services rendered. You can pick up your BMW from the dealer tomorrow. It is my gift to you for being such a good sport tonight."

Ambivalent emotions were making the rounds in my mind and spirit. I had just watch a stranger fuck my wife in our living room after she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him until he came. I had also watched the stranger brutally fuck my wife in her ass until she literally started screaming and crying out in genuine pain. 

Those events left me with a feeling of emptiness in my heart. My love for Sharon still existed but she had been diminished somewhat by the brutality exhibited towards her by Ramon. For eight years I had placed her on a pedestal and virtually worshipped the ground she walked upon.

Ramon had managed to reduce her somewhat in my estimation. He had taken away the mystique and the magic that surrounded her making her more human to me. In a sense Ramon had evened the playing field making us more equal than we ever had been. I guess I should have felt grateful but the other set of emotions present made it difficult for me to feel like a victor.

Sharon regrouped and pulled herself up from the floor. She dressed and asked me to zip her up at the back before taking a seat beside me. As she sat down I could not help but notice a grimace on her face. She had taken a savage pounding up her ass and was still in a state of discomfort. I could not help but feel a little sorry for her. She had forced me to walk over hot coals tonight but her motive had not been totally selfish.

My wife had somehow solved our financial problems, landed me a position in an international organization that would earn us an additional five thousand dollars every month indefinitely. The new allowance package she would be receiving from the end of the month would take care of our mortgage and utilities. On top of all of that we both had new BMWs.

I had heard about how nasty and cut throat the dangerous game of power play was in the corporate world. Tonight I had seen that game play itself out before my eyes. The stakes had been high but so were the rewards.

A car horn honked on the road outside our home signalling that the night's activity was about to come to an end. This had been the worst night of my life but paradoxically it was also the best night of my life. Michael's wife had fucked for pleasure and love. Sharon, ever the pragmatist, had fucked for our family security. Under the circumstance I was certain I could find it in my heart to forgive her.

There was a knock and all three of us walked to the door together. Sharon was almost back to her cheerful self when we said goodbye to Ramon. If she was angry with Ramon for fucking her so savagely in her ass she did not show it. She hugged him and wished him a safe flight back to Columbia. 

She even managed a smile when Ramon reached behind her and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. Sharon in turn reached between Ramon's legs and rubbed his cock through his pants. I was beginning to feel like a spare wheel when Ramon turned his attention to me. 

"A day will come when I will take something from you that you value and I will ask you to do something that you will find very difficult. You two will be hearing from me very soon."

Ramon walked out the door and headed for taxi waiting on the road. As he walked away I thought about the expression I had seen on his face while he was fucking my wife in her asshole. There was a streak of cruelty in this man that made the hair on my neck stand on edge. 

"Don't mind Ramon. He is always trying to scare people but he is quite a sweetheart inside."

Sharon was in a better position to judge Ramon than I was but I could not shake the feeling that he was far from finished with us. I liked the benefits held out to us but I wondered if I would have it in me to go to any lengths to please Ramon in the future. 

I wrapped my arm around Sharon as we went back into the house. She headed to the bath to clean herself up and prepare for sleep. I turned on the television and flicked through the comedy channels. The night had been filled with high drama and I needed to laugh a little and relax myself so that sleep would not evade me when I put my head down on my pillow. 

I was watching a black comedian on BET when Sharon walked into the living room wearing a red t-string with matching red high heel boots. She carried a short whip in her hand which she cracked in my direction a couple times. Sharon pushed me down on the sofa and straddled my face rubbing her moist pussy over my mouth. My night was far from over.