1 comments/ 12042 views/ 3 favorites Controlling You By: Lady_Fiona We meet as usual in the pub, you already sitting there with your beer and a white wine waiting for me, watching the world go by. I walk up and sit opposite you, smiling at your obvious nervousness. It still never fails to amaze me that after all this time you are still nervous every time we meet. "Hello baby, I've missed you," I say, as our eyes meet and you smile your welcome. I pick up my wine, "have you been waiting long?" "No, only about 5 minutes," you reply. We sit and discuss the day and the time that we have been apart, what we have been doing and catching each other up on things in general, your wife, my life, work and other small talk, just sitting getting used to each other again, each meeting like a first time even though we know each others bodies and minds so well. You ask if I want to eat and I grin and raise my eyebrow, "Only you honey," I reply laughing. You join in and make a flippant remark about possibly letting me at some point, little knowing what I have in store for you. I finish my wine and suggest we go for a walk in the evening air, for no real reason other than you look tired and stressed out and a walk may help you wind down a bit. You finish your beer and stand up, taking my hand as we leave the pub and walk down the lane to the marina, watching the birds and the boats. We walk in companionable silence for a time, each lost in our own thoughts, when I feel the last of the sun on my back and turn around to see the most beautiful sunset imaginable. I stop and watch a hot air balloon as it drifts silently across the skyline, and your fingers pull in mine as you carry on walking, not realising that I have stopped. You turn around and I hear you sigh as you see what I can and I feel your pull on my arm slacken as you take a step back to me and I feel your arms come around my shoulders. This is what I miss when you are away from me, the closeness. We stand in silence and watch the balloon as it moves out of sight, then you plant a kiss on my neck so lightly it makes me shiver. "Lets go home," you say, and with your arm around my shoulder you lead me back toward the cars and home. We get home and into the house, your hands starting to wander before we even get through the door – you need me every bit as much as I need you, but tonight you are going to know my need, know how much I miss you when you are not with me and how often you cross my mind. I close the door and turn to face you, reaching up and wrapping my arms around your neck, our lips meeting and tongues entwining, becoming more passionate with every second. Your hands move down my body, feeling my nipples harden under your thumbs, my body moving towards yours, melting into you. I feel you hard against me and pull away. Turning around and taking your hands, I lead you to the bedroom and start to take your clothes off, each second becoming more and more urgent as my need for you grows. Stripped finally, I pull you to the bed and tell you to lay on your back and not move. You do, and I move in kissing you deeply. I work my way down your body slowly taking you in, breathing you, tasting you until finally I reach your hard cock. Slowly I slide you into my mouth, loving that first sensation as you hit the top of my mouth and I taste you on my tongue. My tongue around your shaft, my teeth grating at it gently making it jerk and grow, I move up you and then plunge back down again, then repeating it I start to pump you. Your hand in my hair means I have no control over how much I can take as you push me down. I gag and dig my nails into your thighs, and knowing that you are too big for me to take completely just turns you on more and makes you bigger. You keep your fingers in my hair but no longer try and force me down just feeling the rhythm as I pump up and down bringing you closer to cumming wanting to feel you in my mouth, your cum spilling over my teeth and tongue, a thought which makes me pump you faster wanting to bring you on. Solid in my mouth, I feel you quiver under me, your fingers tighten in my hair again as you try to pull me off so that you can fuck me, quickly, passionately and with nothing but lust - but I'm having none of that - you will cum, but you will cum down my throat where I want, not you. You may be bigger but I'm in control this time. I pull back to your head and lick the precum from your engorged tip - it is deep red and so beautiful - then I take you back into my hot, moist mouth running my tongue back down again - the only words you can say are, 'I'm cumming'. With one hand cupping your balls I suck deeply on your shaft and you explode, my other hand rests as far as possible under your ass and just as you explode I plunge my thumb into your asshole - you buck and scream under me but cum longer and deeper than you have ever cum before. I turn my thumb and make you cum even more - over and over you spurt down my throat, what feels like gallons, so much I am drunk on it. All that is filling my head is that I want you every second of every day, to feel you filling me, your teeth on my clit making me cum over and over, a slave to my body. I finally feel you start to relax under me and remove my thumb and my mouth, moving back up you until I am level with your face again. You kiss me and smile lazily at me, totally spent, gathering me in your arms you tell me that you can taste yourself in my mouth and if I ever do that again.........well who knows? I smile, kiss you again and curl up in the safety of your arms knowing that no matter what, we do belong to each other, knowing that no other man or woman on this earth will feel with us what we feel with each other. Controlling You, Controlling Me Hair tickles my bare back as you move my locks aside to place a whisper of a kiss between my shoulder blades. I grumble loudly upon waking, it's too early. I try to bury myself deeper into the pillow as your arm snakes around cupping my breast beneath me; claiming yours. I refuse to open my eyes. I lay quietly preparing myself for your next move. Light breathing flares out against my back as your lips slowly trail down my spine. I can feel your body hovering over mine, your sweet kisses and body heat sparking chills of delight up to my ears. My body prickles and tenses up eagerly awaiting its final destination. You linger near my lower back, lightly nipping at my hip. My annoyance has long since faded into a dull ache between my legs. Your breathy laugh tickles goosebumps as you squeeze my breast just a little tighter, a pinched hold on my nipple. You watch me catch my breath, my chest heaving slowly as my nipple rolls mercilessly between your fingertips. I feel your smile within the wet kisses pressed into the center of my back. Your fingers play urgently, begging me to pay attention. I don't hate this game, my center is wet and waiting and I enjoy my body reacting to yours. Your leg slips between mine as you rest your weight above me. Your hand reaches carefully for my hair, holding on tightly as your hard excitement rubs into my lower back. I can't take it anymore, my fingers grip the sheets, my wet center aching as I push back into you. "Please.." I beg of you. I'm soaking for you, craving and whimpering for you to relieve my ache. I feel how earth shatteringly hard you. I hate lying trapped beneath you as you blatantly enjoy my struggle. I know you feel my urgency. I thrust backwards fiercely. You release my breast and carefully stretch your body to the length of mine. The bed dips forward slightly as you rest your weight on your elbows around me. Your breath trembles against my shoulder as your sex rotates against me. Only cotton stands between us now. You reach for my hands stretching them out before me and bury yourself into my neck. You're pushing harder, swirling deeper, trying to break past that damn barrier. My hips move with yours, lifting upwards urgently seeking your entry. I feel your growl build deep within me as you slowly lose your patience. Your cool exterior breaking with the added frustration of wanting to be inside of me. I press my back into your chest, needing to be close. My legs quiver as my ache increases, I don't want to wait anymore. I feel the thickness of your shaft digging desperately, you're slowly losing control. You release my hands and drag yours beneath me, grasping my breasts harshly. Your forehead lodges between my shoulders as you press on with your pulsating sex. A mournful growl tears through your chest as I wiggle my ass back and forth, quickly, wanting to push you to give in already. You're holding me down but I enjoy controlling you. As though sensing my slight victory, you abruptly lower your hand below and grab my intimacy tightly. I don't wiggle, I don't even dare to breath. I feel you pulsating against me on the brink of going over. Your heart rate beats profusely against my back. A few deep breaths help you regain your composure as well as his. Slightly loosening your hold on me, you press your middle finger up and lazily seek between my wet folds confidently. "Mm.." I open my eyes to your moan, squinting at how tightly I've kept them shut. My labored breathing stands out against your calm form. I hold my breath and press my ass up. With every rub against your hardness my underwear gives away bit by bit. Soon nothing but your skin presses into mine. He stands fully erect and ready against me. I want to show you how wet and ready I am but your fingers are already traveling beneath the lining. You stroke just outside my lips so agonizingly slow it seems like it'll never happen. You take your time stroking my inner thighs, running them inwards to my hot mess. Unaware of my own desperation, I grind shamelessly trying to bring you closer. Your hand useless to my breast, releases me and travels up my spine. You dig your nails in with just enough pressure to scrape your way down to my hip before latching on. You push back intensely never once loosening your grip. I pant happily as you build yourself up again. I have to have you inside of me now. Hips bucking against my backside as your embrace tightens around me. Any act of gentleness is abandoned as your long artistic finger slides inside of me once, then twice, before entering another. Soaked underwear pushed aside, you bury two as deeply possible that my body is willing to take. Your palm flattens my swollen center as you finger fuck me furiously. It's finally happening; the build up I've moaned for slowly dragging me under. I don't feel your sex slamming against me, I don't hear your words of encouragement. I just become the hot intensity that is building like lava within me. I feel your shout before I hear it, you pull back your fingers and flip me over with superhero-like speed. You hover over me breathing heavily as you glower.. "You've got to stop doing that.." Seconds pass into eternity as we angrily stare at another. My sheets are gripped between your white knuckles as my own lie limply around me. You raise one finger to my face and trace my lower lip. When had I become one to pout? Never breaking contact, you lower your mouth and place the lightest kiss on my nose, moving onto my eyelids next. You brush by the corner of my smile before landing hotly against my mouth. My bottom lip disappears entirely within yours. My eyes flutter shut as you trail down my chin, along my neck. My breath hitches with every inch. My collarbone. My shoulders. Your kisses become wetter, your lips opening and tasting my skin with every new discovery. My shoulders, arms, and rib cage. The hollow between my breasts. My heaving molds endure light bites until you finally swirl your tongue just around my nipple, over and over. My eyes open to yours as your smirk lowers itself for the final bite. My middle shoots up as painful bliss throws me over. You nibble and suck harshly, but tongue over the raw pleasure before it gets to be too much. I feel myself thumping, the ache growing painfully beneath as you suck the pleasure into me. You tear off my underwear as I manage for some sort of control. The raw crazy that's taken a hold of me can't be accountable for what I'll do to you if you don't hurry. Your arm braces beneath me, enveloping my weak yet sex crazed body. Your mouth takes in a lonely nipple as your hand dips between my folds. An animalistic moan reaches out as my thighs imprison your hand with every stroke. Top, to bottom. You circle my throbbing clitoris gripping it lightly between your thumb and finger, toying with it. Toying with me. I faintly hear myself begging and moaning for release. Your fingers slide inside noisily as my soaked walls clamp down. "Not yet, baby," you promise to finish me off soon as I cry out after your fingers. I tear my eyes open in frustration as you lick me off your hand. You lower yourself between my legs, winking just once in my direction. Your face leans into me, trailing your tongue down from my belly button. Licking between my lips and nibbling them gently, you find my enlarged clitoris and suck it in. Slowly circling around and around with your fiery tongue.. You dip down into me, sucking and pulling my juices. Your fingers dig into my hips as you plant your face deeply within my core, your mouth literally fucking the hell out of me. My face stretches apart as my mouth gapes breathlessly. My body battles between wanting to watch you and urging you to finish off my enraged orgasm. My insides shake violently as your tongue swirls around. You suckle my clit, lapping me up faster with every scream that quakes out of me. You raise your eyes, taking in my manic state and raise a finger to my nipple, pinching. You enter another finger inside of me, motioning upwards, beckoning me to come. My throat closes in passion, my hands are tearing at your hair, and my thighs have all but buried you until finally that last scratch to my wall skyrockets me into ecstasy. "Good morning." Controlling Young & Naughty Olivia Author's Note: This is my first submission to Literotica. I would greatly appreciate any feedback, especially voting. Writing this story was very much arousing and I hope that reading it gives you the same pleasure. ***** At first, she was afraid he might be firing her for unprofessional conduct. But then he stepped closer and she realized she may finally be getting what she wanted. Olivia Zerter sighed as she gathered up the day's paperwork and put it in a stack. It was 10:30 on a Friday night and she was exhausted. She had been working at this job for a little over a month and 9pm was the earliest she had ever left the office. When she had first been hired, she was ecstatic. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of a large multinational company. She knew that this would be an excellent first step climbing the corporate ladder. When she first met Ethan Rowe, she was in awe. He was in his early forties with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was always immaculately dressed and had worked extremely hard to reach his position. She had been told at the beginning that the job required long hours. She figured that meant long hours with her gorgeous boss and maybe the odd steamy night. Unfortunately, she had been poorly misguided. At first, she wore short skirts and blouses dangerously unbuttoned. Her boss hadn't noticed at all. He barely spared her a glance as he asked her to grab him a coffee or bring him a file. It was very frustrating. She knew she was an attractive 22 year old with sexy auburn hair and hazel eyes. She was proud of her long, toned legs and flat stomach, courtesy of a 45-min run every morning before work. Her C-cup breasts were courtesy of good genes. Today, she was wearing a short black skirt that barely made it past her firm butt. Her white blouse was slightly undone to reveal bits of the black lace bra that matched the tiny thong she was wearing. Although she had pretty much given up all hope that her boss would notice her, she pushed up her bra, straightened her hair and added a little lip gloss before she went to say goodnight. She knocked at his office door and opened it slowly. He was furiously typing at his computer, tie and blazer tossed on the couch, sleeves rolled up. He didn't even look up as she walked in. "I have some files for you, sir." He spared her a brief glance as he said, "Ah yes, Olivia. Thank you." She couldn't help but notice how sexy his voice sounded and how the muscles of his forearm stood out as he typed. He had such manly hands and long fingers. For a second, she imagined those fingers inside her, bringing her pleasure. She felt a slight stirring between her legs and decided to leave before he made her any hotter. "You're welcome, sir. I'll be leaving now. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She couldn't help but feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, tonight he'd ask her to stay. He looked up at her, removing his reading glasses. He then pushed his chair back and got up, walking towards her. Her legs felt weak and her panties were getting wet. "I didn't realize you were still here. It's quite late. A young girl like you should be out on a Friday night." She couldn't stand it anymore. She squeezed her knees together and thought of the least sexy thing she could imagine. "Oh...Well...umm...Work comes first, of course." He smiled and nodded. "That's very admirable, Olivia. That's precisely the attitude that will get you ahead in life. Your efforts don't go unnoticed. I hope you realize that. I notice that you stay later than the others and are always prepared and alert. You have been working here for about a month now?" "Yes, sir." He chuckled. "I think we can do without the 'sir'. Please call me Ethan." "Yes, sir. I mean, Ethan." She gave a nervous laugh. He nodded his approval. "Please have a seat." He walked over to where she sat and leaned back against the front of his desk, crossing his arms. "Are you enjoying working here, Olivia?" "Yes...Ethan." For the first time, his eyes swept over her body and lingered on her bare legs. She crossed them nervously, her skirt riding up even further. She couldn't help but take a peek at his crotch and was surprised to see a very slight bulge. "You've done quite well here. Quite well indeed." He was so confident and self-assured. Her thong was thoroughly soaked at this point. He eyed her brazenly, taking in her slightly unbuttoned blouse, her short skirt and her incredibly high heels. She shifted nervously. "Don't think that I haven't noticed you, Olivia. The way you toss your hair when I come near. The way you cross your legs to allow your skirt to ride up higher. The way you unbutton your blouse to give me a peak of that glorious cleavage." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. At first, she was afraid he might be firing her for unprofessional conduct. But then he stepped closer and she realized she may finally be getting what she wanted. "You have been causing me quite a bit of discomfort." He ran a finger lightly along her bare thigh. She looked up at him, certain that her longing was clear in her eyes. Her legs parted out of their own accord and she leaned back in her chair. His fingers slowly made their way up her inner thigh, brushing against the wetness of her thong. "I've wanted you for quite some time. But I had to be certain you were serious. Both about this job and about me." "Of course, Ethan." "Now that we've established you are, I think we need to issue some ground rules. There are a few basic clothing guidelines I need you to adhere to at all times. Firstly, you will always address me as sir. Secondly, no panties. Ever. Unless, of course, I ask you to wear some. If I catch you wearing a pair without permission, there will be consequences." Olivia gulped, unsure of what she was getting herself into. "Third, you are to wear tight skirts that are a minimum of 6 inches above the knee. They should also ride low on your hips. You are also to wear stockings at all times. And lastly, you are to have a minimum of three buttons undone on your blouses at all times. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir." "You are to also make any changes I request to your outfit. I'd like you to fix yourself right now to adhere to these rules. Except of course, the stockings." Olivia paused for a second, realizing what he was asking her to do. She got up and reached between her legs, slowly pushing down her tiny black thong with both hands. She stepped out of it and set it on her boss' desk. He picked it up, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. Next, she pushed her skirt down so it exposed some of her midriff and proceeded to roll it so that it became even shorter than it already was. And lastly, she unbuttoned one more button on her blouse, giving him a nice view of her lacy bra and plenty of cleavage. "Excellent. You may leave now. Have a nice weekend. I will see you Monday." Ethan sat back down behind his desk. "But...," Olivia stuttered. "Yes?" "Nothing, sir. Have a good weekend." Olivia turned away, disheartened at the thought that her only companion tonight would be her toy sitting in her bedside drawer. "I sense you were expecting more, Olivia? Come here." Olivia turned around and walked over to him. He pulled her onto his lap. He slowly traced his finger along her exposed cleavage, giving her goosebumps. His other hand traced small circles on her inner thigh, making Olivia moan. She spread her legs, needing release. He squeezed her breast in one hand and kissed her, biting her lower lip teasingly. "Now, I really think you should be getting home, Olivia. Since your apartment is on my way, why don't I drop you off?" At first Olivia protested, wanting to stay, but after a semi-stern look from Ethan, she relented. She grabbed her bag and followed her boss. He stood 2 feet away from her in the elevator, arms crossed, just looking at her with his intense gaze. She looked away nervously but was drawn back to his bright blue eyes. She was accustomed to men being unable to keep their hands off her. And now, this man, her boss, barely touched her but had her pussy leaking down her thighs. Ethan's private car was awaiting them at the entrance. He gave his driver Olivia's address, pressed a button to close the dark window between them and settled in comfortably beside her. He began stroking her bare leg again, massaging her inner thigh in small circles. She reached out tentatively and started rubbing between his legs, noting with pleasure how well he responded to her touch. She then got up so that she was straddling him and leaned in to kiss him. His hands explored her bare legs while his skillful tongue explored her sexy mouth. He squeezed her firm ass in both hands, pulling her close so that her pelvis was now grinding into his. He groaned against her lips as his hands explored under her skirt, feeling for her bare wetness with his fingers. He began to unbutton the rest of her blouse and ran his hands along her flat stomach and back up to her full breasts. She reached down and unzipped his pants, slowly pulling out his thick erection. She stroked it slowly, lazily and began to guide it into her when the car came to an abrupt stop. She looked out the window and groaned when she saw her apartment building. "Come up," She practically begged. "Not tonight. Have a good weekend Olivia." Ethan zipped up his pants and gave her a small kiss. Olivia walked up the steps to her building, incredibly frustrated, hurt and slightly humiliated. She had handed herself over to him and he hadn't even wanted to come inside to finish what they had started. The second Olivia walked through her door she ripped off the rest of her clothes and started a warm bath. She grabbed her latest edition of Cosmopolitan, a glass of red wine and of course, her reliable bedside toy. Unbeknownst to her, someone was waiting in the dark in the building next door. He had a clear view into both her bedroom and bathroom and had on more than one occasion watched her. She hardly ever closed the blinds, giving him plenty of opportunities to watch her change, shower and of course, masturbate. He watched as she slipped off her bathrobe and admired herself in the mirror. She squeezed both nipples until they were hard as rock. Satisfied with herself for the time being, she stepped into the bathtub and allowed herself to relax. She closed her eyes and let her hands roam her young body, remembering how Ethan had done so just moments before. Why wouldn't he come up? He was clearly aroused. She squeezed both breasts in her hands; squeezing until they started to hurt. She dangled one leg over the edge of the tub, making the water trickle down her painted-red toes onto the tile below. One hand reached down to rub her smooth, hard pearl while the other reached for her thick, 8-inch dildo. Olivia licked the tip, imagining it was Ethan's dick instead. She then started to suck on it, taking it as deep as she could. Since she bought the toy a few weeks ago, she had been practicing deep throating it in the hopes that she would get the opportunity to do the same to Ethan's cock. She then slid it down her torso to the juicy folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and began to insert her toy back and forth, slowly at first and then faster. Her breathing escalated and her moans became louder and louder. She squeezed her left breast hard as she came. As her orgasm subsided, she pulled out her smooth black friend and licked her juices off it, smiling to herself. She was drying herself off with a towel when she felt a light breeze. She realized that she had forgotten to close the window and blinds which had a direct view into her shower and bathtub. She walked naked to the window to close it. Olivia looked out and didn't see anyone, so she shrugged to herself and decided to leave the blinds open. She didn't see the man watching her closely, camera next to him, seeming as though he had been pleasuring himself while watching her.