5 comments/ 7431 views/ 10 favorites The Closet Domme Ch. 01 By: bdbeauty The beginning and the flyboy The Beginning How does one start a book about a female sexuality? Do you start it sappy and hope that the audience expresses an, "Aaaah," and keeps reading, or do you just dive in. Well, I suppose I should, if I was a good writer, start writing this from the beginning of my life about how I was a little lost girl, blah, blah, blah, but who in the hell wants to read that crap? Let's face it, you picked up this book because you read the title and said "Wonder what that's about?" You were right, this book is intended to be perplexing, because it is meant to be a real life story, whether it is true or not is up to you to decide. Who the star is, I also leave to your imagination. It is pornographic in many sections, so those that don't like that should probably stop reading now. This is not a book for everyone, or one that everyone will understand. I'll start from the 30-year old woman, who worked in litigation as an attorney. After years of repressed thoughts of wild and crazy sex, she woke up one morning and before the end of the day was different. She had been alone for 3 years now, and she hated it. Frankly, masturbating looking at porn was old, and she was tired of being a good little girl. The Flyboy - Part I It was an average morning, and started with the same drive to work in her small blue, plain Honda. Same traffic, same dimly lit morning sky, same groggy feeling with that same travel coffee mug she always took. She had now become accustomed to this mundane life. Sure there was the glitz and glam she always imagined when she became an attorney, but the reality was it was mostly boring paperwork. She knew today she had a deposition at 9, so her arrival at her office at 8 guaranteed enough wake up time and prep time. It also meant the same 30 minute commute in rush hour, unfortunately. At this point, her boss knew she was fully capable of handling any deposition. She was actually a very good attorney, able to negotiate with the best of them, and great in a courtroom. This particular morning should have been no different than any other, except she sat in her office staring at her notes and all she could think about was sex! What the hell was she doing? She couldn't even focus on her e-mails. Her only resort was to take a walk to the coffee machine. On her way, she said hello to Brenda, the often quirky, but always positive front desk clerk. Brenda made a good cup of coffee, Keurig specials of course, but still pretty good. She didn't ask her to do it this morning though, finding the walk to the coffee pot and moments of waiting on the brewing a nice break from sitting in her office trying to read. Finally, after sitting back down at her desk with her coffee, the odd thoughts stopped racing through her brain. She was then able to finish her notes before the upcoming deposition. Sure enough, at 9 sharp, Brenda rang her line telling her the deposition was all set up and waiting in the conference room. She calmly walked down the hall, yellow notepad and file in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. On the way past Brenda's desk, she simply said 10:15. Brenda nodded in assent, this was their code for interrupt me at 1015 with a phone call reminder so I can go pee before continuing. She was a creature of habit, and always knew when she would need a break. She also figured it broke the deposition in half and it did not seem pre-planned because she always chose an arbitrary enough time. As she walked into the large conference room, she noted right away the importance she held in the room. She sat at the head of the table, the reporter on her left. On her right two chairs away with a view out the glass windows was opposing counsel; another 60+ year old, white haired, white-skinned male attorney. He, like most others around, knew she was the one to worry about at this firm. She had won her last 5 trials, and was always willing to engage in another battle in courtroom. The defendant, whose unfortunate day it was to be questioned, sat between her and his lawyer. He was an average man, who appeared nervous, as expected. His short brown hair and darker skin confirmed his Hispanic background that she had read on paper. He seemed nice enough, but of course her job was not to judge his appearance, but to get the information she needed out of him. His business would eventually pay her client, the question was how much and whether or not he would pay his attorney tons of money in advance. It was clear from his button down shirt and jeans that he was a working class man, who did not even own a suit. She knew the insurance company backing his business would cover most of the damages, so long as she did not ask the wrong questions. "Let's begin." Her pre-planned questions were written out in front of her, but at this point she didn't even need to look at them. She went through simply and flatly with sweetness in her voice to disguise the little slightly objectionable additions she inserted as she went. When opposing counsel objected, which was far too infrequent, she would rephrase and ask again. To her, this was second nature now. Question 4..., Question 5..., and on and on down the list she went. Sure enough at 1015, Brenda knocked, opened the door slightly, and quietly said "you have an urgent phone call Ms. Frederick." "Thank you Brenda." She stood politely and asked, "may we take a brief break gentleman, I really need to take this call." A few nods, and she was on her way to the bathroom. They were on the fifth and top floor of the largest building on this block, so her walk to the bathroom took her past Brenda and through the entry doors, where her name would soon be listed amongst the partners. Then, it was to the bathroom corridor right next to the elevators. She could do this walk in her sleep at this point. "Excuse me miss." A voice broke her from her trance, and she stopped. Turning to her left, she saw a tall man in a full, what she believed to be, Air Force dress uniform. She could not help but smile at this young, rather attractive man. "I think I might be on the wrong floor, but do you know where the Manuzzi law firm is?" His voice was deep, but still youthful. Normally, she would have met his question with a simple answer of the second floor, but today she surprised herself, "you are far too young to be seeing a divorce attorney, whatever did she do to you?" What? Did she just say that? It was so flirty, what was she thinking? "Oh, it's not what she did, it's what I did. I re-enlisted, and well...I don't want to bore you with it, sorry." He almost blushed when he talked back. "Oh honey, nobody should fault you for that, let alone divorce you, especially with that smile." What the fuck????? Did she just say that, was she flirting with this stranger? Okay, time to end this... "Sorry, the Manuzzi law firm is on the second floor, and they are very good. Maybe you are better off without her." She said the last part turning her back and heading for the bathroom. "Hey, what are you up to tonight, beautiful?" His words stopped her dead. "Not much, why do you ask?" She turned back, why did she turn back? Was she blushing, oh god she was blushing. "Want to have a drink? My divorce becomes final when I sign the paper today, and I could use a beautiful lady to commiserate with?" "Sure, but you have to be discreet." What did she say? Why the hell did she care? [This was, of course, where it all began, where her domme persona was born. Why it was this moment, who the hell knew. The words and imagined persona just flowed from her, and for some reason this in-control lawyer could not stop herself.] "I'm married." Her words slipped effortlessly out of her mouth. "Oh, I didn't mean to..." He stammered taken aback. "It's okay, I may be married, but I still play on the side. If you are discreet, we can meet tonight and see where it goes." Ummm...what was coming out of her mouth? "I'm discreet." His smile showed his interest in this mysterious woman she was creating. "How about that dive bar on Third Street and Mission? Say 8 pm?" "I'll see you there." He smiled as the elevator opened and he disappeared inside. And thus it began. She was not married, not even dating. She was creating this out of nowhere and had no concept of where it might lead. ******************************************* Hours later, she was home and thinking about what to wear to this bar. Was she really going to a bar now, to meet some strange, albeit hot man, just because she was horny today? She asked herself again where that was bound to lead and if this was really a good idea. After second guessing the whole thing several times, she finally came to it - FUCK IT - I'm going she thought. As she looked in the mirror thinking what to wear, she decided her best bet was the same clothes from work as if she was rushing and trying to get away with something. She had already decided that she was going to keep the married charade up. She thought it had piqued this man's curiosity, and she liked that look on his face when he heard her say that she played on the side. Wonderful, she thought, wonderful. After a quick touch up on her make-up and slipping some wonderfully scented lotion into her purse she was off. ******************************************* Parking at the bar proved easy, and after a momentary freak-out moment in her car; she was on her way. Astoundingly, her "attorney calm" as she called it came over her once more. She entered that bar poised, cold, and in complete control. Her arrival was precise, of course, and on entering she saw he was already seated at a table in the back of the bar. He was out of uniform, but still well-kept and damn sexy. He had on a green t-shirt and dark blue jeans. His shoes were matte black, dressy, but not too dressy. He was certainly a sight to behold, and she felt herself flush slightly. Luckily the bar was dimly lit. She walked slowly towards him, making sure each step in her heels was steady. She noted right away that the small table in the back corner allowed him to survey the entire room. As she got closer, she caught his glance. The glint in his eye was all she needed to get excited. Maintain composure, maintain composure. She would keep saying it, and hopefully it would come true. Her simple "Hi," was accentuated by a slight smile as she stopped at the table. Her coyness continued as she asked, "Is this seat taken, my dear." He smiled and said "Yes, by you pretty lady." He stood and pulled the chair out for her, and then slid it closer to him. She sat and immediately crossed her legs. Her poise was very proper, making sure that her skirt did not ride up inappropriately. She turned slightly to hang her small purse on the chair, and turning back caught just a hint of his smell. It was rugged, but not overbearing. She didn't know what the name any of these colognes or deodorants, but she did know that some, like whatever he was wearing made her immediately interested. His motion to the waitress turned into a hand on the middle of her back just above the chair. When the waitress approached, he said he would have another draft of the same, and asked her, "What would you like?" "I will have a Jack and Diet Coke please." She ordered her usual without even a thought, hopefully that didn't turn him off. He smiled, "what an interesting drink for a lady." "I'm not a lady, honey." "So, tell me why you are meeting me if you are married?" "I told you I have toys on the side to play with, and well you seemed interesting." Okay, brazen much? Wow, she was surprising herself at this point. Well, why not? This man was probably never going to see her again, and she could always just walk away claiming that she was too in love with this imaginary husband of hers. "Interesting? How can I make you interest-ed?" Oh, he was good. She could not resist with this man, he had now engaged her wittiness as well. "Well, you could tell me that your cock was already hard and you wanted me to touch it, or we could keep talking about nonsense until you are drunk enough for me to take advantage of you." Fuck me, there it was, she said it. Stone sober, and she still put that out there. This was completely not in her character, who was this person talking? Did she like this? Was this a bad idea? The moment of shock was broken up when the waitress placed the two drinks in front of them. She lifted hers to her mouth and turned to look at his face. He was obviously still shocked, so she seized the moment, "Too much?" She asked with sweetness in her voice that she reserved for lawyers she needed to manipulate. Her sip after was calculated to gauge his reaction. She allowed him time to consider and to hopefully stop the stupid grin from spreading further across her face. As she sat her glass down, her gaze fell on the small silver chain around his neck, and then the way the t-shirt clung to his chest. Her eyes continued down, without her even realizing. She couldn't help but notice through his loose jeans that he was quite well-endowed, and possibly growing before her eyes. "Hey, eyes up top." He said playfully. She raised her glance and he leaned towards her. "My cock is already hard, so tell me what you want to do to it." His gaze was steady, full of intensity. She loved the way he had phrased that,...what she wanted to do... She leaned in close enough to feel the heat of his body. He was magnificent. She could not help but think of jumping him right there. So, she went for it, "I want to stroke it until you cum for me so I can feel how hard it gets." His eyes hung on her lips as she spoke. Her words alone made her start to get wet. She wanted this man any way she could get him now. When she stopped, his breath was caught in his throat. Her gaze remained on his unwavering then as if he were prey. "Are you serious? Or are you just messing with me?" She could almost feel his heartbeat speed up as he asked. Was he hopeful that she was serious, or still in disbelief? "Depends...are you interest-ed?" She leaned in further now, more to gauge his willingness than anything else. Her nose just touched his cheek as her tongue jotted out to give just a fleeting lick to the side of his face. "Where? Here?" He was in, all in, and now needed to make this happen. His question wasn't hesitant; it was a question of details. He was delicious. She felt the blood rush to her clit as she considered the possibilities of where. "Maybe." Her left hand went where it wanted to now. She was filled with courage like she never had before. She slid her hand over his knee, and slowly moved it up watching his face. He shifted in his chair to allow more room in his pants. As the side of her hand touched his head through those jeans, she felt his whole body stiffen. She wondered if he had ever had this happen before. She certainly had never been this brazen before. Her continued slow motion up the length of his cock made him let out a little almost sigh. "That's a nice cock." The words spilled from her mouth with no thought to how they would sound. It was almost a reflex at touching him and feeling his girth and his length. Her hand paused on top of his shaft feeling the hardness, the heat, her own desire even in that moment. Then, her thumb found his head and she started making slow circles. "Do you like that?" "Uh huh, yea, you have to stop soon though." "Why?" "If you want to watch and not just feel me cum, we should probably go somewhere else." His words were now starting to be strained as she noticed the small micro-expressions play across his face. She knew this felt good, hell she could almost feel the pleasure radiate through her hand, up her arm, and down into her own clit. She was enjoying this immensely for something so brazen, so spontaneous, and yet so small really. It was like she was in high school again. "Don't cum until I tell you you're allowed, okay?" "Yes my lady, what's your name by the way?" "Oh, it's Jacky Frederick. " "Lady Jacky, I like that,...ooooh" His breath caught into a moan as she ran her nails down his cock through his jeans. "Not many girls here, let's go to the women's bathroom. I'll go first." She got up, put her purse on her shoulder and went towards the women's bathroom. Once inside, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and could not believe how flushed she was. Her entire chest covered in a light crimson color. She noted a sparkle in her eye though, one she was not expecting. Who was this new "Lady Jacky" as he had called her? "Hey..." He was there, now what the hell was she going to do? "Come here." She beckoned heading into the handicap stall. He obliged and entered behind her. She reached past him then and locked the stall door, slowly hanging her purse on the back. As she turned around, he was standing there clearly excited, just waiting. "Turn around and face the wall." Her words surprised her again. This rather sexy, younger man was hanging on her every word. This was a man she never would have hit on, would have assumed he was not interested, yet here they were. Before she realized he had turned with both his hands pressed against the wall. "Now what Lady Jacky...Tell me what you'd like." His words were unexpected. How was she commanding him? Why would he obey? Oh, it dawned on her now, he liked it like this. That was why he wanted her, she had been coy and controlling, called him a toy basically. He wanted an older woman like her to command him. She calculated a million possibilities in her mind, and in the end a single thought kept popping up. You only live once - what the hell. She walked up behind him, her hands found his waist band, and slid around his body flat against him. When she reached his front, she leaned against him and slid her hands slowly under his shirt and up his chest. He had nice smooth hair, and muscles like she had imagined. As she leaned against him, she could feel the heat from his body. It was silent in the bathroom as she reveled in that moment, then she heard his soft "mmmmm" as she played with his nipples. This was exquisite, she was allowed to do anything, anything she wanted, and he was not even protesting. So, she did, she wanted to feel this man. The men she had been with before had been rushed, wanting to get her naked first. She had always been with men that liked to control, men that wanted to show her how amazing they were. They would grab her in their unskilled clumsy hands and treat her body like it was some type of exhibit to be fondled quickly. All her prior lovers had been about getting to whatever sex act as soon as possible. There was never any savoring of the moments leading there. She realized that she had never been allowed to just enjoy and explore how a man feels. Enjoy his soft, warm skin with tight muscles beneath it. Comb through his chest hair and linger on the feeling of it wrapped around her fingers. This man had surrendered himself. "I love your hands on me Lady Jacky." His words labored by his excited breathing now. The sound of his voice made her breath quicken. She leaned in and whispered, "Take off your shirt." He moved his hands, but did not turn around. With arms crossed he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. It caught briefly on his partially shaved head. He handed it to her nicely and she turned to put it on the hook with her purse. She pulled her own shirt off, and placed it on top of his. As she turned back she smiled noting that he had returned to his same position against the wall waiting patiently. It was exhilarating. She pressed against him, the lace of her bra rubbing the middle of his back. His skin felt so good against hers. Her hands found their way back to his chest, then down his toned stomach. Soon, she was undoing his belt. Her lips were on the back of his neck, and she could feel his body tense with excitement. The Closet Domme Ch. 01 "Do you want me to touch your cock?" Her question was exciting to her as it left her mouth. His response was of little consequence, because she could not contain her own excitement now. "Please...Lady Jacky," escaped his lips in almost a moan. She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid his zipper down. She was deliberately slowing herself down, enjoying the moments of control as she reached her hands into his pants - boxer briefs - god those were hot. Her hands felt down his legs a little and back across his hips before finding their way to the goal. She nestled her fingers in his soft curly pubic hair. Her fingers grazed the base of his hard cock as she felt her way around, learning him and how he felt. He was delightful. "OH, please," he whispered. She felt her own wetness soak through her panties now. She was so excited that she could hardly contain her desire. Her right hand slid around his cock at its base and he groaned. She pulled her hand out, which of course surprised him, but she almost felt his smile of relief to see her reach for the lotion from her purse. She took her time watching his eyes look from the side as she squeezed some into her palm. Raspberry fragrance filled the stall...raspberry that would be how she would remember him. With her now moist hand, she started to slowly stroke him as he moved his hips with her. Her body was pressed completely against his back and her tongue danced on his neck. She pressed her chest against him compressing her breasts. Her rhythm was steady, and she could feel his ass cheeks clench through his jeans each time she got to the tip of his head. This was bliss, absolute bliss. "Yes," she caught herself whispering to him. "Turn around and let me see." He obliged, despite his desire to continue their activity. He was facing her now; one hand grasped the metal pole on the side of the stall. She put her hands on his hips and shifted him so both his hands could hold on. She pressed her breasts into the side of his chest and leaned her face into his. There was no kiss though, he did not press for it, but just watched her eyes. She used her hand to guide his briefs down until they and his pants fell to hit his shoes. He was bare in front of her and beautiful. This model of a man was at her disposal. She gazed over his body and then let her hand dance down his chest. Then she was against him again. She wrapped her right leg around his and slid her pencil skirt up slightly so that wet panties were against his hip. As she leaned in a few strands of her hair fell from her loose bun onto her shoulder. "Can I touch you?" He asked. She wanted to say no, to preserve this control she had, but could not. "Uh-huh." Her coy smile and direct gaze were intended to convey her excitement, but her stammered words did more to give him the message. His right hand slid up her back holding onto her waist, almost to stabilize her. His other hand lifted her chin and he kissed her lightly. "More please, Lady Jacky." His left hand returned to the pole as he looked into her eyes begging. Her hand returned to his cock and went back to stroking it. Their eyes locked on each other with his expressions of pleasure leading to her own as she rubbed her body against his. His precum dribbling out became her new lubrication as she tried different angles and touches until she found the rhythm he liked. She knew it because his hips began to thrust in opposition to her hand. They were perfectly in the moment together. His gasps and moans were only getting her more excited and closer to her own release as she stroked him. His eyes suddenly squinted and she felt him stiffen even more in her palm. Then, he said it, "I'm, I'm going to cum..." "Okay, you can..." She rubbed against him as her strokes grew steady in their rhythm. Then, she glanced down to watch as he shot a lovely white tendril across the stall. She was mesmerized as each thrust of his hips shot more white liquid out. The last few spurts were down her hand having lost their force. His eyes never left hers as she felt his arm stiffen around her. She rubbed against him now, one hand steady and dripping on his cock. Then, she exploded. What started as her clit exploding enveloped her entire body. A moan or gasp, or something in between escaped her lips. They stood there locked together, breathing heavy as their waves of pleasure subsided and they came back to the moment. He leaned in now and kissed her sweetly, almost as if saying thank you. She smiled and looked down, "Um...well we've made a mess, huh?" She slid her leg down, and only then realized she no longer had her shoe on her right foot. She surveyed the scene in front of her. A practically naked man pinned against the stall wall, with his pants and boxers on his shoes and his cum spattered across the floor in front of him. Wow, she thought, she liked this- a lot. His arm relaxed on her back and she was able to stand on her own again. Her legs were shaky from her own orgasm and she moved slowly to reach and grab toilet paper. She dried her hand first and then lovingly wiped his body. He was still stuck there, as if he did not know what to do. "You okay flyboy?" She asked. He smiled, "Oh yeah, wow." He moved now and pulled his boxer briefs up, readjusting a little. Then leaned over and pulled up his pants. When he stood and started buttoning, he looked up at her and just held a steady gaze. "That was amazing. I've never cum from a hand-job before." "You don't have to flatter me you know. Do you always like to submit like that?" Her own eagerness and desire now subsided and her stupid insecurity returned. He seemed to not hear her as he stood almost in thought, silent. She moved over towards him and slid her foot into her shoe, which she now realized had ended up under his pants. She then carefully stepped over the small puddle they had made, and pulled her shirt off the hook. Before she could put it on, he grabbed her and pulled her against him. "I didn't know I liked strong women until you." Now, he kissed her, with all of his passion. The force behind it took her breath away, and she felt her arms make their way around him. She felt his tongue dance with hers as she savored his enjoyment of this experience. Her lack of self-confidence dissolved as she felt his desire for her. They pulled apart slowly, and she smiled at him. "We should probably go back to the table before my drink gets warm." She pulled back and put her shirt on, and situated her clothes again. He grabbed his own shirt now and put it on. Grabbing her purse, she opened the stall door and walked out. She couldn't help but notice the smile of satisfaction on her face as she passed the bathroom mirror and made her way back to their table. A few moments later, her lovely young escort returned to the table as well. They both sat quietly enjoying their drinks for a few moments. Then, he looked at her, and asked, "Have you ever done that before?" "Maybe," there she was coy again. "You?" "Never. I met my wife when we were 17 and married her soon after. I had messed around with a few girls before that, but no one since I've been with her. You're married right?" "Yes, I am, but don't you dare judge me. So, you never played around in a bathroom with your wife?" "No, she's a very old-school sweet girl, likes to go in the bedroom and make love. Honestly, I've only been with her and two other girls, and they barely count. They were one night deals in high school. My wife has pretty much been the only woman I've done stuff with. I just thought what the hell, I'm single now and why not go out with someone different." "Well, sounds like you got the different thing right. How long were you married?" "Four years, almost exactly. I really loved her in the beginning, but then she just got...boring. And then she wanted to tell me not to go back on active duty, and I just thought before we have kids or anything, I should be sure this is who I want. So, I talked to her about it, and I guess I just realized that I couldn't spend the rest of my life with this woman. She wasn't enough." As he finished his last statement, her mind cleared enough to realize what she had just heard. "How old are you flyboy?" "Oh, 22, why?" Holy crap, 22? 22? He was way too young for her, wow, she had not dated someone 22 since, well since she was 22. She almost felt like she took advantage of this boy. "I just, I thought you were older I guess." "How old are you?" "One, you never ask a woman her age, and two I don't care if you know, I'm 30." She did care though, now she felt like his mom, oh god, was this stupid. He put his hand out and picked her chin up to look at him. "I don't care you know, you're beautiful, and sexy as hell too. I could fall for you easily, and honestly I don't get how your man would ever let you out of his sight." "He's, well, he works a lot. I do too, but he has a much lower sex drive than I do. And, well, women in their 30s just...yeah. Anyways, I don't really want to bring him into all this. So, tell me flyboy, are you staying in the area?" Whew, she kept the charade; she just hoped he didn't keep pressing. "I'm actually only going to be around for a few days and then I'm going back to Andrews probably to ship out. Why, do you have time in the next few days?" Time, of course she had time; she had no one to go home to, especially not this fictitious husband of hers. "I am actually at a conference tomorrow in the afternoon, and then I have a few hours to kill before I have to be home, why do you ask?" She smiled. Please ask me to meet you, please. That was all she could think. "Well, I seem to have some time tomorrow. Would you like to have fun again? Maybe somewhere more private?" His smile said it all. "I'd love to, but you'll have to stay submissive with me. I have a husband for everything, but these more exotic desires." She smiled. "I will do as you ask to the letter Lady Jacky...what time should I pick you up?" "I'll be done at the conference at the Marriot downtown probably around 330 tomorrow afternoon. You can come get me there and take me to your hotel room if you drop me back off. "You're going to laugh, and I totally didn't plan this, but I'm actually staying there. So, why don't I just meet you at the hotel bar around that time?" "Sounds like a plan, now I have to go my dear and be a good wifey." She got up, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "It's Ian by the way, but I like how you say flyboy." He smiled coyly. "Okay, flyboy I'll see you tomorrow." She gracefully turned and walked out of the bar, being careful not to turn around and look at him again. She wanted to keep him wanting her and keep imagining him the way he looked. Most of all, she did not want to make him think she was smitten. She was smitten though. She got back to her car and unlocked the doors. It was once she landed in her driver's seat that she just stopped. Did she really just do that? With a man she did not know, who was almost a decade younger than she was? Holy shit! Fuck, she didn't know how to be a domme. She had no idea what to do with him in a hotel. Should she buy something? Should she just leave him hanging - No, she couldn't do that after all she was going to that conference. Oh my god, Jacky, did you really tell him about the conference you are actually going to? That was stupid. Her drive home was filled with this internal banter. She had really surprised the hell out of herself this time, and the worst part was it was fucking fun. The Closet Domme Ch. 02 The Flyboy – Part II She sat now listening to the second lecture of the morning, and trying hard to pay attention and take notes. Her love of the law waned every time she came to one of these painful ethics lectures. After all, most of the lawyers she knew had very little if any ethics to speak of, but still had their license to practice. She could not wait until the after lunch lecture that was actually about something she did. All she could hope was that it would not be some 60-something white male attorney spouting off his war stories as if it was something that could be repeated now. As the hour drug on, she could not help but let her mind wander to the evening before and how amazingly beautiful her little flyboy was. Her thoughts would not veer far from him no matter how hard she tried, ever since she left that bar. She had barely slept last night, and found herself wanting to use her vibrator badly by the time she got out of the shower in the morning. This young man had made her feel alive for the first time in a long time, and she had played out a million things she wanted to do with him today. She had pictured everything from the tameness of kissing to activities that made her feel like she should apologize. None of them had seemed perfect though, and she could not decide on what to do. "And, that concludes this morning's lecture...see you all back here at 130 for the afternoon talk. We should be done around 3, so try to be here right at 130." Oh, wow, well luckily no one could see how flushed she was in the rather dimly lit conference room. She made her way out of the room towards the break room next door. She figured some food would calm her down before sitting through more droning thinking of her sexy flyboy. After grabbing a few pastries, she headed out to the lobby and found a cozy spot to sit and read through a case file. As she sat in the lobby looking out the window from one of those high-backed comfortable chairs, she day-dreamed about how he smiled, how his eyes lit up, and how his hand felt on her. Exquisite she thought, exquisite. Her pulse quickened when a hand on her shoulder roused her from her daze. "I thought maybe you wouldn't come..." His voice immediately caused her to become wet. She looked up to see her flyboy smiling down at her, somehow even more beautiful than she remembered. He was wearing a white and purple cotton button down shirt today. The white in his shirt made him look even more tan and beautiful. That same silver chain clung to the side of his neck, and she felt her tongue touch her top lip as she eyed it wanting to taste his neck so badly. "I'm on the lunch break, but of course I came, I told you I have a conference." She smiled coyly with the confidence of this new persona returning to her immediately. Lady Jacky had arrived once more to enjoy this flyboy. He moved around her to sit in the chair opposite her. He perched on the edge and bent towards her a small smile on his face that said more than his words. "Well, how much longer does the conference go?" She sat forward now spreading her legs in her skirt to give him a peek. She watched his eyes hang on her every move and look exactly where she wanted. Then, she almost whispered... "Depends, are you hard yet?" The word hard caught in her throat, and she only hoped that didn't notice the momentary lapse in her confident demeanor. Just the thought of his response sent a tingle to her clit and a flood of dirty images through her brain. "No, but if you touch me I will be in seconds." The tension between them was becoming palpable at this point. Her chest started to flush and she saw the vein on the side of his tanned neck pulse as he got excited. "Let's go, flyboy, lead the way." She slid the file from her hand and put it in her briefcase. There was no way that she was going to be able to focus on anything just knowing he was in the same building – especially now that she could picture exactly what he was wearing. "What about the conference?" His considerate question was nearly rhetorical. "Fuck it." Her words were carefree, and again not like the logical, calculating attorney that she was all the time. This new Lady Jacky didn't care about obligations or appointments; she wanted to have her time to play with toys and damn the rest. In a way, Jacky found this freeing, almost a new world that had opened up for her. Maybe that was what he saw in her face when he tilted his head slightly before getting up. He stood and began to walk fast, but still nonchalantly, towards the elevators. She slowly stood up and followed him. She felt the confidence in her walk as she imagined she was a goddess moving through the lobby. She caught the eye of a bell hop as she walked past and smiled letting her dimples show. When he smiled back, she wondered if he knew all the filthy things in her head. When the elevator arrived, her flyboy held the door and she calmly went inside. Once inside, he pressed 5 and the doors shut. The moment those two metal doors shut against each other, it was as if the elevator filled with heat. Her own pulse quickened, and she swore she could hear him breathing. The time it took to get to the 5th floor was excruciating. Mercifully the door finally opened and he held it once again. After they had both exited, he pointed to the right and led her to a doorway not far from the elevator. She watched his hand tremble slightly as he opened the door. He wasn't nervous though, it was an excited tremble. She entered first, and he followed, with the door closing tightly behind him. The light was dim for only a moment as he quickly walked past her to turn on the lights. He turned then, "well, ummmm," it was as if he had no idea what to do now. "Quiet!" Her words were forceful and confident again, back to lawyer mode she thought. As she turned back to throw the lock on the door over she dropped her briefcase. She turned to him then and tilted her head a little downward. Her gaze caught his eyes and pierced through hi as she walked towards him slowly. Each of her steps was deliberate, and after two or three she stepped out of her heels without even missing a moment in that cadence. The steps after were slower as she moved to slide her panties down and step out of them. His hands started to fumble with his buttons, as she reached him. Her right hand stopped him as she approached within inches of his chest. "No, not yet." He immediately obeyed and dropped his hands to his sides. "Shoes and socks off." He sat on the edge of the queen bed and started doing just as she commanded. She smiled noting the lime green of the comforter and how she was going enjoy the thought of that color after today. When his feet were bare, she walked up and pushed him from his shoulders back on the bed. He provided no resistance, but instead quickly readjusted himself so that his head was on the pillows. She placed her left knee up on the outside of his legs and then her right followed on the opposite side. She was straddling him now, and yet he had not reached for her. She loved this control. Her gaze drifted downward and she caught sight of his bulge. God that was exciting. She had not even touched him yet and he was excited. Then, as if she had planned it all along, she crawled over him one knee on each side and one hand too. His hands pinned against the bed. She felt the skin of his arms graze her knees as she crawled past. Yep, she was about to do one of her dirtiest thoughts and not give a fuck. Wow, who the hell had she become? As her breasts were over his face, she looked down at his eyes. Then, she reached over and grabbed a pillow off to the side of where his beautiful face gazed up at her. Her hand behind his head made him lift up. She could feel his hot breath as she put the extra pillow under his head. She slid her skirt all the way up to her waistband now, and just told him... "Taste me." "Oh god yes Lady Jacky." His words were almost a sigh at being permitted. His hands moved to her ass cheeks, thumbs on her hips He pulled her into his face now and then she felt him lick the tip of her clit. From there, his mouth devoured her. He put his tongue in her and all over her at the same time. He seemed to have no rhythm to it at first, moving as if he was ravenous. Then, she realized that he was responding to her facial expressions. He soon learned, at nearly the same time as she did, that sucking on her clit made her feel amazing. As he did so, she found herself lost in this moment. His tongue moved rhythmically and her hips moved with it. She felt her weight shift more towards him and she put her hands up on the wall above his head. Her moans started to become louder and louder. Every motion of his tongue sent waves through her clit and her entire sex. She felt herself dripping, and felt his chin rubbing her dripping hole as she moved with him. His grip become more intense as her moans grew louder. Her face was on the wall before she even knew it, and she was lost in the pleasure. Soon, she heard her own voice deepen as moans turned to grunted yeses. This was intense. In this moment, she did not care how she looked or sounded all she cared about was how amazing his mouth felt on her. The "oh fucks" that started from her lips led to his own moaning that she could feel through her body as if her clit was an amplifier. She looked down to see his eyes fixed on her and she could read the joy in them. She kept the gaze as long as she could before "pop" she felt her orgasm explode through her. Her grunt of pleasure was delayed by a second as her body tensed and she spasmed against him. She felt his tongue slow, but still explore finding a way to express how much he was enjoying this moment. As she caught her breath, she sat back on his chest. She looked at him now, his mouth glistening with her moisture and saw him smile. "You taste amazing." His words came out and shocked her. She had all but forgotten his pleasure in this. Frankly, she had not cared. Her only thought was I'm going to ride this man's face. Her pursuit of an orgasm was the only thing that mattered, and yet, he had loved this! "May I have some more, Lady Jacky?" Fuck me! That was the most beautiful thing he could possibly have said in that moment. She pulled off her shirt now, revealing her black lace bra. Then she slowly crawled backward. He at first looked surprised and almost hurt, but his look of relief soon came after she started to unbutton his shirt. He sat up towards her to give her access to its removal. Then, he laid back, in complete obedience to her. Wow, she thought, this was the hottest moment she had ever had. Her movements sped up as she backed up enough to undo his pants, but kept herself close enough so her skirt just barely covered what she was doing. Her eyes were locked on his as she reached in and pulled out his hard cock. The touch of it brought the blood back to a boil in her clit. As she considered what to do with him, she found herself sliding forward. Now, her wet pulsing clit was flush against his cock. She began stroking herself against it as she held it erect and against her with her hand. He was her vibrator now, and this was amazing. His moaning was accentuated by his hands gripping that green comforter. He kept looking down, although he could see nothing with her skirt blocking the view. She could tell he was desperate to see the head of his cock, wet, sliding against her slightly hardened clit. His moaning increased as he writhed trying not to cum. She could tell by the way he kept closing his eyes that he was trying to think of anything else just to keep enjoying this. She stopped and slid backward off the bed. His head lifted and he looked at her begging with his eyes, but not wanting to say anything for fear she would leave. Relief again showed on his face as she slid her skirt down and undid her bra. His eyes devoured her now, taking in her body as if it was perfect. She alone could see and feel the flaws, but he seemed to see none of them. "Pants off!" The words barely escaped her lips before he was standing and dropping his pants. "Do you want me to fuck you now, flyboy?" She asked in full command of herself as a sexy woman standing there. She knew this man wanted her, and she felt as if allowing him to have her would be a gift that he would have to appreciate. "Please Lady Jacky, fuck me." "Get a condom and put it on bitch." She barked the command at him, harshly; but he scrambled to obey. He found a box and fumbled to open it. She knew he had bought it just for her and just for today. He probably had not worn a condom with his wife at all. Once he had a blue and white plastic square he was back sitting on the bed. He tore the package with his teeth and fumbled to slide the rubber down his shaft. After he was done, he looked up ready for anything. She approached the bed again and sat down straddling him. His breath caught as she positioned herself just over his cock. As she slid down letting him enter her slowly their eyes were locked. She almost lost her composure in that moment and saw in his face that he felt the same. Then, she was moving. She rode him slowly at first keeping his entire length in her and then she leaned in thrusting him in and out. When she realized her breasts were right in his face, she stopped. "Suck my tit little boy." Jesus, that was so fucking dirty, but somehow made her feel so good. He complied immediately putting her nipple gently in his mouth and sucking. As she started thrusting again he was forced to stop. His moaning became harsher each moment. She barely noticed his hands grip her hips, but he wasn't trying to control just hold on. As she sped up he grew louder and deeper in his sounds. Pretty soon it was a grunt that matched her own. Seconds after this wonderful transition, she felt his body tense as it had the night before. "Oh god, I'm fucking cumming, ahhhhhh." She thrust herself down now, hard against him and "blam" this time, she came. This explosion different than the one earlier, deeper it seemed. Her voice became a small scream as the waves of pleasure rolled over her body. Then, she collapsed onto him. Her hair fell to the side, with only a few strands sticking to her back. Her sweat mixed with his as they lay there in the bed together exhausted. She felt him twitch in his post-orgasm pleasure and did the same as a reaction each time. Bliss...that was the only word to describe how she felt now. He was still inside her and she wanted to milk every last second of that feeling. The moment she rolled off of him, he seemed to fall instantly asleep. His small smile as he slept made her feel amazing somehow, and she reveled in that for a few moments. She knew she had to go though, this was not meant to be more than a brief adventure, and she did not want to be around for him to wake up and go through the awkwardness. Frankly, she didn't need to see this man again, although she sort of wanted to leave a note thanking him for awakening this part of her. She dressed quickly grabbed her bag and headed to her car. The conference may have been done or still going, but she didn't care, it was time to leave. As she drove home, the images in her mind of what she had just done played as a constant movie. Wow, just wow. Although this would normally be the end of this one time adventure of a boring lady...well it was only the beginning. The rest of this tale is really about Jacky's toys, and so let's explore them that way. ***** The Closet Domme Ch. 03 Oliver – The Safety Toy, part 1 After weeks of letting her adventure with the flyboy set in, the quiet attorney Jacky Frederick returned to herself. She knew this would happen, and had started to think of her little adventure with the pilot as just that a little adventure in an otherwise boring life. She went to work as she always had and went home most nights eating something quick that required little to no effort. The only change she noticed was that she had gone shopping. Now, when she had shopped before, yes she cared about what she was wearing. She made sure that her clothes were flattering, but not too sexy and always appropriate for her job. Lately though, she had made several stops at her local Victoria Secret store. She justified it to herself as maybe she trying to reclaim some of what she felt with her flyboy, and part of her took a little joy in knowing that she looked totally professional to everyone around, but under it she was hot. So, her plain white or beige bras found their way to the donation pile and suddenly her top drawer was filled with lace and colors and ribbons in the middle. She seemed to now care that her underwear were super cute as well. She even made a few stops to assure that she had a few matching sets of panties and bras. It was a return to work after a few hours at the mall buying that underwear that led her to meet her sweet little security guard. He was always waiting patiently at the door to the building unless someone was checking in and then he would be at the front desk. He was pretty much adorable though. He was just a hair taller than her with heels on and always greeted her sweetly. She figured he was about 25 or 26 and knew he was Hispanic, although he had no accent. Normally this lovely gentleman, named Oliver, would say hello Ms. Frederick and hold the door or nod if he was at the desk. She didn't know what had changed the dynamic if it was her or him, but since the flyboy affair she had seen a difference in his smile. His normal politeness had become an intense gaze and his normal "hellos" had turned to playful banter for a few minutes. Her own words and smiles had changed as well, but she didn't know if she was imagining all of it or if it was real. He was very good looking after all, and that lack of self-confidence she had was certainly in her face every time she thought she saw something in his gaze. On this particular day, she had blatantly walked in with her Victoria Secret bag in her hand, having forgotten that she meant to leave it in the car. She approached the door and put out her hand holding that bag when Oliver reached out and pulled it open. In so doing, the bag fell right onto the ground in front of him, and despite that oh-so-safe tissue paper stuffed inside, the dark blue panties with white dots and the matching blue lace bra fell out and slid across the marble entryway. They both froze with neither knowing what to say in a moment like this one, and then Oliver sprang into action and apologized as he gently gathered both items and slid them back into the bag. His blush was adorable as he handed it back to her. "Thank you sweetie, and sorry if I embarrassed you." Her words and smile were seeking some form of comfort from him. "You didn't embarrass me, just gave me dirty thoughts." Ding, ding...that was it a light went off in her brain. "And what thoughts are those? You aren't picturing me in those are you?" Her smile stayed playful, but she was blatantly fishing. "Maybe, but I should really take you to dinner first." Oh wow, was he serious? She didn't know what to think for a moment. Then her thoughts flooded in. Should she tell him she was seeing someone? She couldn't really lie to him because he might have asked around already or would certainly ask someone later, so what the hell should she say? Should she decline, or be coy? Oh crap...she had not planned this. "I'll only go to dinner if you let me play with you first. I usually don't date, just play with toys." Well, that was one way to go. Quick Jacky, pretend you are in court and play it off. "Oh, wow, are you serious?" He was genuinely shocked. "Yes, what time do you get off?" "Five, why?" His eyes searched her face to see if she was serious. "Let's meet in your car for fun. Right here in the parking structure, and then we can talk about seeing me in those. What do you say?" Her wetness started already, and if he said yes, what the hell was she going to do? "I drive a black Toyota with tinted back windows and it's on the third floor of the garage. Are you serious Ms. Frederick?" "I'll see you there at 5:10 p.m. exactly, and if you say anything to anyone I'll have your job. By the way, my toys call me Lady Jacky." She smiled and walked towards the elevator. He said nothing then and just sat down as she walked away, but she felt his eyes follow her. Oh my god she thought, I'm going to have my way with Oliver the security guy. She was so excited already and the thought of seeing Oliver's body without that uniform on was making her insane. She started to wonder what his eyes looked like when he came, and if he made noise when he did. This was incredible. Five pm never took so long to arrive as it did today. She saw the clock hit and she was packing up to leave. Her secretary was shocked to see her go, but she smiled and just said, "It's Friday, I'll work at home, but I have to go enjoy some sunshine." A smile in return was all she needed to make sure her cover wasn't blown. She briefly stopped at the bathroom to make sure she looked okay and do her usual last bathroom break. By 5:05 she was making her way to her car on the 1st floor of the garage in the executive area. She kept thinking to herself that she could back out anytime; she didn't have to meet sweet Oliver and take this kind of risk. He worked with her, was this stupid? No, she wanted him, and screw it! She put all of her things into the car, but took her purse out making sure her lotion was in there. She put lip gloss on and she was off, her heels clicked loudly as she walked through the now empty third floor after taking a brief elevator ride. She was looking around intently, and not one car was there. What the hell? Did she set herself up for embarrassment?. Then, as she rounded the corner she saw it a black Toyota with tinted back windows pulled into a spot in the corner. Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach nearly jumped into her throat. This was stupid was only a passing thought as she approached the car slowly. When she was a few feet away, the driver's window went down to reveal young Oliver. He smiled and she figured it was too late then. She walked around to the other side and opened the passenger door. She sat down into the car with no hesitation. "So you were serious. I have to tell you I did not expect this." He was smiling and looking at her in a way he never had before. "Of course I was serious, and now you'll be my safety angel." A nickname, she liked that. God he was cute. "I saw this during the afternoon, and well I was raised to bring flowers to a girl on a first date...so..." He reached behind him and pulled a single long stemmed white orchid from the back seat. He smiled and handed it to her. "Oh you're sweet...but this isn't a date, remember." She smelled the flower and then leaned over to him and rubbed the edge of one of the petals down the side of his face. "I'm sorry, I'm..." He stammered only until her finger touched his lips to quiet him. "Let's get in the back seat angel. You stop talking and relax and I'll play." She was back to brazen again, just like that. She looked at him now intently, wondering what this boy would do. He was so cute and his obvious blush only made him cuter. "Okay." His word was simple, but enough. She turned and opened her door and then opened the back and slid in. His car was clean, which was odd, but she suspected he had just cleaned it in a hurry. She guessed that there was definitely a pile of crap in the trunk. He slid in from the other side and closed his door. He sat nervously against the far door opposite her. She almost felt bad, like she was taking advantage of him. "How old are you angel?" She asked looking at him as she would a young client. "Oh, 25, why do you ask?" His words betrayed his nerves as they quaked out of his throat. "Because you are a pretty cute guy, who is entirely too nervous to be in the backseat with a lady." She smiled, this time with a softness in her eyes to check in on him. "I'm just, well...I haven't dated anyone older and I have never had a woman ask me just to meet like this, especially someone as beautiful as you." "You're sweet. Do you want me to leave? I can you know." Please god don't ask me to leave you sexy young man screamed in her mind. "No, please stay, just, well what do you want to do?" Ah, sweet music. She put her finger to his lips to quiet him once more. Then she leaned in and placed the orchid on the center console in front of them. Her jacket came off next and she placed it in the front seat. Her hands then moved to her sweet angel. She motioned for him to move closer by tapping the seat next to her. He shifted over obligingly, and she reached over to take off his tie. She threw it behind him and kissed him softly on the cheek as she leaned in. Her hands worked their way down his chest undoing his buttons then, and made their way to his pants. His chest was smooth, more so than she expected. He did not have the same muscles that her flyboy did, but somehow he seemed much sexier. It was the sweetness he had, she thought. He slouched down a little as she undid his belt and pants. His dick was only a little hard as she reached in, and then she found herself leaning in towards it. She wanted to taste this man. As she licked him she found her way to his head and pulled it gently into her mouth. He instantly became hard and grew to his full girth. His semi-hard average dick was suddenly a very impressive sight. There was at least 9 inches of hard and throbbing man right before her eyes now. She had never been one to enjoy head, especially because it was what most of her boyfriends before had wanted from her. They had looked at oral as if it was her obligation, but Oliver was sighing and enjoying with no expectation. He did not force her head down or tell her what to do. He sat back, hands to his side and enjoyed. When she felt his breathing quickening and his hips move, she pulled up and looked at him. He was so sexy right now. "How was that my safety angel?" She was now that brazen cougar that she had been with the flyboy. His look said more than he ever could, but his words... "Oh Lady Jacky that is so amazing. What do you want me to do to you?" Oh my goodness, he was now officially the sexiest man in the world...well in that moment he was. She put her finger to his lips again to silence him. The flash of an idea turned into her action almost immediately. She reached out and grabbed the orchid. His eyes watched her every move and he gave her a puzzled glance. She smelled it again, and then touched a petal with her tongue lightly. She moved the orchid down her chest then and looked right in his eyes. She lowered it more, touching it to the tip of his dick. As she pulled it away she saw his clear precum form a line between the petal that had touched him and his throbbing head. Her finger found its way to that liquid and she took captured a little of it. His eyes lit up as she put it in her mouth. "Mmmmm." "Oh my god, you are so hot.." His words made her feel so sexy. She went slowly then moving the orchid up and down his hard dick. Occasionally, she would use her hand and give him a quick stroke. Watching that flower on him made her so wet and touching his dick made her practically drip. She saw his left hand clench and it nearly drove her mad. She moved into a sideways position next to him so she could be closer. Her hand soon found his right hand and pulled it over to her spread legs. His fingers were all too eager to move her panties to the side and start rubbing her throbbing clit. His excitement seemed to grow as he touched her. She paused with the stamen of the orchid pressed against the opening of his dick. He didn't even have to ask then as her legs spread wider, he simply slid two of his fingers into her. Her breath caught now. She dropped the orchid on his lap and slid her hand around his cock. Her strokes were fast, but light as she tried to match his thrusting in her own body. When his fingers pulled out, she stopped and only then realized her eyes had been closed. "Oh please Lady Jacky, don't stop, I'm going to cum." Oh my god, those were the magic words again. She wondered for about two seconds if that was what every man said. Then she picked up the orchid again and started to slowly rub the open part over the tip of his dick as her hand slid up and down his shaft. Less than a minute went by before he gripped her leg and leaned up to look into her face. The veins in his necked popped out as he came into the orchid. The hot white cum seemed to fill the flower immediately and as she saw it hit the petals she could not help but stare. Her tongue found her own lips as she heard his soft grunting. He came so much the flower filled up and hot cum began to run out onto his pants. He didn't seem to mind though. He seemed to cum for an eternity before he calmed. She dropped the flower then and touched the tip of his dick once more with her finger. This time it was his cum that she stole and placed on her tongue. It was salty and sweet, and the smell of it filled his little car. "You like?" She asked sweetly her finger still on her lip. "Yes," he panted laying there and staring. His left hand released its grip from her thigh and found its way to her head and he pulled her in then. His kiss was soft and gentle, but he did not release her right away. As they pulled apart, his eyes looked at her with surprise still. "I don't know what to say, I'm sorry...I." He stammered sweetly. "Oh my safety angel, just enjoy, and maybe we'll do dinner next time." She turned and grabbed her jacket from the front seat with her purse. She opened her door then and stepped out. She leaned down once outside, and looked right at him. "This is private, remember, just us." "Not an issue, don't worry. Should I?" She shook her head stopping his movements. He had realized she was leaving and probably the good boy kicked in thinking he needed to give her a ride or something. "Goodnight Oliver." Those were her parting words as she closed her door and made her way back to the elevator. Once there, she turned and noted that he had not gotten out of the car yet. She smiled, feeling the utter control and excitement of knowing she had made a mess of that man, and it was his job to clean up. She had never experienced that. It was always expected that she would have to clean herself up before, now she was the one in control. It was glorious to know that she had taken advantage of Oliver and left him with the mess. The best part was he could not be mad really, she had just pleasured him and he was probably happy as hell to clean his clothes. Once at her car, she smiled to herself and thought maybe she should stop and buy herself some orchids later. An audible laugh came out as she pulled out of the garage. What a fabulous time – she liked little Oliver, her safety angel. The Closet Domme Ch. 04 The Safety Toy, part 2 She walked in the front office door the next morning to a warm smile from Oliver. Good, she thought, he liked it. "Hello Ms. Frederick, how are you this morning?" "Good, and you?" She answered coyly as if nothing had happened between them before. "I'm good." She continued her walk to the elevator then, and went up to her office without even turning to look at him. Once at her office, she could not stop her mind from wandering, though. She was working on the same page of a brief for nearly an hour, when she realized that again, she was stuck on sex in her mind. Not on just anyone now, but on Oliver, her safety angel. She was tickled at the thought of referring to him as her angel. It was fun to think of this as a little game she played when she wanted. She had not even told Oliver that she was married, and yet she was allowed to treat him as she wanted, and he liked it. This was a wonderful dynamic for her with no strings and no worries of being obligated to him. Her thoughts soon started to wander in an even darker direction now. She started thinking of the things she could make her safety angel do, and how sweet and innocent he looked in the back of his car. She liked the way he came and the sounds he made, and replaying those was starting to make her wet again. A short coffee break to Brenda and a few moments of small talk helped her make it to the lunch hour, thankfully, as she tried to finish her work. While it was a slow time around the office right now, she was still expected to have things done in a timely manner. When she looked at her clock and it said 1135, she could not help herself anymore. She called the front desk then, and a sexy voice answered. "This is Oliver at the lobby front desk, how can I help you?" "Hi safety, when is your lunch break?" Her words were professional, yet saturated with lust for him. "1215." She could feel his breath quicken as he nearly panted the words out. "Starbucks 1220 across the street." "Yes ma'am." He said it as if he was happy to be commanded and looking forward to obeying her. The next half an hour went by so slowly it was excruciating for her. She wanted to be in that Starbucks so much, and she could see if from her window. Her pussy was practically drooling as noon came and went. She had carefully selected that Starbucks, because she knew the other attorneys here didn't like it. They found it to be too dimly lit to get any work done, and because it was connected to a Barnes & Noble they preferred to avoid the potential of bumping into a client. Jacky, on the other hand, was fully aware of this Starbucks and enjoyed the small alcove in the back where there were only two small tables. No one ever sat at those tables, and it gave her the perfect place to put her headphones in and just think as she stared out the tinted windows onto the street. She loved to watch people that way and think about trial strategy. Today, though, it would serve nicely as a spot where she could have private conversations with her angel and maybe some semi-public touching that she had always wanted to try, but never had a boyfriend that would indulge her. The 1215 mark was a god-send as she grabbed her briefcase with a few files and walked calmly out of the office. Brenda was already at lunch fortunately, as she would be the only one to notice the crimson color creeping into Jacky's chest. By the time she made her way through the building and onto the street, it was already 1220, which hopefully meant that her angel was already inside Starbucks ordering a coffee. When she entered, he was waiting at the pick-up counter. His eyes fell on her and never left as she ordered her usual iced tea. He made a point of lingering at the sugar table while she waited for her order. Once it came, she sensed his relief. Jacky walked calmly to her special secluded spot feeling him just behind. She was careful to take stock of those around and note that they did not even give her a second glance. Once in the corner, she took the seat against the tinted window, with her back to the wall. Oliver turned the same corner, and nearly lunged to where she was. She was so happy at that point that he was behind the wall and no one saw. He was far too eager to be secretive it seemed. After leaning to give her a peck on the cheek, he sat at a chair inches from her. There was only a small round table dividing the two of them now and the heat was covering that space nicely. No one sat at the table opposite the pair, thankfully. She took the opportunity then to seize control of the situation. "Safety Angel, calm down." Her words were even but firm. He complied, but looked puzzled. "I thought you..." "Shhh, you don't need to think, I'll tell you what to do." Her words surprised her. This was not the sound of a woman who had only done this once, but a seasoned Domme. She liked it, but had no idea where this voice was coming from. "Tell me about your morning so far angel." "Well, I have to say, I can't stop smiling. I guess...I don't know what do you want to hear about?" He was smiling now, and still completely confused. "Just talk so I can touch you and nobody will think anything of it." The puzzled look literally fell from his face then as he started to talk about who came in and the packages he signed for. His boring droning masked his excitement as she started playing. Jacky reached her hand under the table and then stopped. She shifted her chair a little so she was more to his side and reached again. This time she found her hand wrapped around his right thigh just above his knee. Her hands worked from this spot up until she felt the tip of his cock hardening under his pants. She ran her hand slowly down his length investigating and enjoying the feeling of his thickness and how hot his cock was. She could not help but think how he had slightly more girth than her flyboy. Her investigation was slow, but was making her more and more excited by the moment. Before she realized what she was doing, she had reached a steady rhythm along the length of Oliver's cock. She looked up and realized he had not just stopped talking, but his eyes had started to close each time she reached the tip. This angel of hers was so sexy in his silent pleasure. Her next stroke stopped at the tip as she played in the small wet spot that was forming on his pants. "Oh, angel," she sighed as she touched her tongue to her top lip. His wetness had sparked her own now. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, and whispered, "I can't I'm so excited, but I can't mess up these pants." He was almost desperate in his plea for her to stop before he came. "But, angel, I want to touch it more. Besides, you are not allowed to cum yet." Her words surprised her once more, but excited her at the same time as she stroked him a few more times. When he suddenly lurched forward against the table, she knew he could not take much more. Her hand released then immediately. His eyes that had been closed tightly sprang open alarmed by her sudden stopping. "Angel, you need to calm down a little. You will not cum in these pants, but you are going to cum for me today." Her smile hid the shock that overcame her mind. She realized that the shock was not what it used to be. It was more of a mild shock that was overcome by her desire to see this man cum. Seeing him yesterday had meant going home and using her vibrator on more than one occasion. Today, she could not resist seeing it once more. "I will do anything for you Lady Jacky." His words were sincere as she reviewed his face. He had the cutest little nose she thought, and under it above his thick red lips was a strip of sweat from the excitement. His short shaven head held the same beads of sweat. This explained his increased scent, which was driving her insane. All this thinking stopped, when the inspiration fell on her. "There are two one-person bathrooms in the back around the corner from us. Angel, you will calm down and then you need to go in the back and go in the men's room. I will knock on the door three short times in a few minutes. " "Yes ma'am." He almost jumped from his chair to obey her. She loved this feeling, that sexy obedience in this young plaything. He was perfect she thought. Her hand caught his as he stood. "Do not touch yourself in any way until I get there, understand." "Yes ma'am." He turned the corner then and made his way to the bathroom. She caught a glance at his tight ass as he walked around the corner. My god, he was so sexy, how was it possible that she was commanding this man. Then, it came to her... It didn't matter. None of it mattered, not her looks, his looks, nothing. It was about fulfilling each other's fantasies and that was it. She did not have to impress him, or care if she hurt his feelings. She would never have to worry about jealousy or any other emotions from a relationship. This was a physical relationship purely for the joy of the physical contact. It was what every guy probably wanted, and she had it. Her smile spread wide across her bow-shaped mouth as she stood and picked up her briefcase to walk to the bathroom. The Starbucks was practically empty she noted. One woman sat alone in the center with her back turned to Jacky. Another two women sat at the far end reading. The employees were barely aware when she walked to the men's room door and tapped three soft times. They continued cleaning when the door opened and she casually slipped in. She turned with her back to her angel and flipped the lock over. When she turned back, he stood there patiently hanging on her every movement. He was beautiful in that moment, and he was hers to have. "Take it out angel, show me." Her words were savored on her lips as they fell in a tone two notches lower than her usual voice. This was no longer her "lawyer voice;" this was the Domme that she was becoming. He slowly reached down and undid his belt and untucked his shirt. He stayed on the other side of the small room, not daring to do anything other than what she had told him to. She savored his movements and enjoyed the building tension in the gap between them. Oliver's hands moved to undoing his zipper and sliding it down slowly. Her gaze fixed on her prize did not notice the smile on his face as he realized he was pleasing her as he obeyed. The sight of his bulging underwear as he slid down his jeans made the wetness start to gush from her pussy now. When his underwear slid down he was already at full attention. Her words came out as a forceful breath then. "Not bad, now unbutton your shirt but leave it on." He obeyed once again and she rewarded him by approaching to his side. When his shirt was fully open, she put her palms flat on his tank top underneath. The heat bleeding through the cotton and the ribbing in the fabric both caressed her hands as she felt her way down. Her hands on him made them both breathe harder. Her hands left his chest then, and they moved to slide her skirt up. When her hands found her own wetness, she slid her right hand into her panties. Her touch was welcome and she started to rub herself as he watched. "Stroke it for me angel. I want to see how much you enjoy watching me." Her words broke the silence. Oliver put his left hand on his cock and started to stroke slowly down his length. She saw the relief spread across his face that he finally got to act on his desires. Her hand matched his pace as she watched him. They were only inches apart now as they both looked downward to watch each other. Their breathing almost in sync made the space grow hot with passion. She heard the familiar sounds start from the night before, although they were muffled, probably because of the surroundings. "I'm close Lady Jacky, can I cum now please." He was almost begging as his strokes grew slower waiting on her response. "Not yet." She grabbed his hand then and turned him to face the mirror over the small sink. She pressed behind him and returned her hand to her clit. Both his hands gripped the side of the sink as she stroked with the back of her hand pressed against his bare ass. Her left hand made her way around his left hip, but she abruptly stopped as her own orgasm surprised her. She was so busy enjoying how sexy this moment was that she did not realize how close she was to cumming. Her own explosion caused her to push into him as she caught his eyes in the mirror. Her face was just above his shoulder then as they both gazed at each other in the mirror. His relief and excitement was unmistakable. She pulled her hand from her panties, and did exactly what she had always wanted to try. She reached it up towards his mouth. Not only did he willing smell her cum, but he soon reached his right hand up to place her index and middle fingers in his open mouth. His sucking tongue and lips nearly drove her over the edge once again. She was eager, though, too eager to cum again without watching him first. So she slid her left hand the rest of the way around his hip and grabbed his throbbing cock without any hesitation. Her body was pressed against his tightly as she started to stroke him. Her knuckles occasionally brushed the top of the cold porcelain sink as she found her rhythm. Oliver began rocking his hips against her hand as sucked on her fingers. She could not help but look in the mirror to catch the sight of possibly the hottest encounter she had ever had with a man. There Oliver was with his shirt unbuttoned revealing a sweaty white tank top. She could see his face with eyes squinted looking at her eyes over his right shoulder. His lips were slack on her fingers now, but his hand still held her in his mouth. She gazed further down and saw her hand wrapped around his thick cock. It made her feel so sexy to be in complete control of this man. As she continued, his groans grew louder, until she loosened her fingers and put her hand over his mouth. His eyes looked at hers as her own moved between his cock and his gaze. His left hand flew up to grip the sink as she felt him stiffen more in her hand. Then, it happened. With one final thrust in opposition to her hand he came across the sink. He kept cumming for a few minutes like that until his load was spent. His right hand soon found the other edge of the sink to support him. When he regained his footing, she released herself from his body. "Get dressed angel." On her command, he moved quickly then pulling up his briefs and his pants. When he had finished dressing, he walked up to her. It was almost as if he was expecting a kiss at this point. Her response was, of course, another command. "Kneel." He was puzzled for only a second and then went down on both knees. She lifted her skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. "Clean me." The lack of surety in her brain was gone now, and it was about getting what she wanted. His mouth was on her in an instant, licking every inch of her pussy. He was sucking on parts and tonguing others all while holding her hips intently. It felt amazing, and her second orgasm soon came. He somehow knew exactly what to do. As she exploded his tongue stopped flat on her clit and his hands gripped her hips against him. Then, he obediently caught the dripping cum from her pussy as she returned to herself. She backed up when he was done and pulled up her panties. She situated herself a little then and grabbed her briefcase. "Wait two minutes then go back to work angel." She turned and grabbed the door, but turned back to leave him a parting thought. "Good boy." ************** Her walk back to her office was filled with pleasant thoughts of this angel. She was nearly humming when she went past Brenda's desk then. Brenda gave her a quizzical look, but said nothing. The rest of the day was typical of her workday, but seemed to fly by as she got her work done. She was so happy and finally felt satisfied to have enjoyed her safety angel during her lunch break. Later that night, Jacky sat in front of her television, watching reruns of the Simpsons and replaying the time with her angel. She was happy right now, more happy than she remembered being in any of her relationships, and yet this was not a relationship at all. She was using little Oliver as her plaything. Her thoughts wandered through this intrigue more and more until she was tired enough to sleep. She lay in bed that night just picturing what she would do with her angel next. All thoughts of shock or disbelief had disappeared. This was how she was now, and she had no more regrets. She was starting to release a part of herself that she did not even know existed until a few weeks ago, and she was finally in a good place in her own mind. It was the first night in a long while that she slept soundly and did not awaken once. The Closet Domme Ch. 05 The Safety Angel, part 3 The next few days went by uneventfully as Jacky went about her work and casually said Hi to Oliver each morning and afternoon. She could tell that he was hoping each time that she would say something more. She could feel his eyes watch her intently as she made certain to not show any specific interest. She was biding her time and making him crave her. She wanted to feel this man's desire. That weekend was spent doing her usual errands and reading at home quietly. Her thoughts were never far from Oliver, but she was sated, at least momentarily. It was Sunday evening before she knew it, and she lay in bed unable to sleep. Oliver, her little safety angel, danced through her head mercilessly. She pictured him tied up first, and begging for her to touch him. Next, it was thoughts of having him crawling across the floor to her naked. These moved to darker urges of putting his cock in a tight little cock ring to see how much it would bulge or pressing his balls in one of those small plexi-glass vices and pressing them to watch him squirm. Two hours after she lay down, she could wait no longer and had to use her vibrator just to get near to sleep. The word angel ran through her head with pictures of young Oliver in various states of duress. It was a final thought of him licking her feet clean after he came on them that put her over the edge. That was what she now needed she thought, she needed to degrade this man, not just tease him. The next morning, she was surprised that Oliver was not sitting at his normal desk. Another, far less attractive, man sat there. She could not ask where Oliver was though, because it would be too obvious. Her hunger for him and for his submission grew as the day progressed then. She had been caught in a meeting for lunch or would have checked to see if he was downstairs. The end of the day had her rushing to get ready. She knew he left by 6pm on Mondays, so today was not the day she would be staying late. She did not care at that point how it looked for her to pack up at 515, all she knew was she could not spend another day without seeing her angel. As the elevator opened on the bottom floor of her building, her breath caught as the other people around her rushed out. Her eyes were fixed on the desk waiting for a clear view of him. And, she sighed as his eyes met hers. He was alone at the desk, and she made a direct line to him. Her words were controlled despite her hidden desperation, "Tonight your place?" Simple and commanding, and now then she waited for his response. She realized then that his heart was racing, and was pleased to see the results of her denial of attention. He hesitated slightly and then moved to grab a sticky note pad nearby. He hurried to write down his address and took the top page off handing it to her obediently. "Can it be around 8 or 830 Lady Jacky?" He asked her in that familiar tone of submission. It excited her already knowing that she had that much control. "Yes, but hand me that notepad." He did as told, and gave it to her with a pen. What a good little angel she thought. She took the pen and wrote down a few simple words and passed it back... He took off the top note and reading it made a smile spread across his face with a blush entering into his cheeks. He folded it in half and put it in his shirt pocket. She turned and walked away with his note inside her briefcase. Now, she was excited, and would be counting the seconds until she saw her sweet little angel tonight. ********************************* After a quick dinner, Jacky was standing in front of her closet trying to figure out what a Domme would wear to an encounter like this. Should she dress in her work clothes or her jeans and t-shirt weekend garb, or what? This was the first time she had even needed to consider what an "appropriate" outfit would be in forever. She settled on a casual black cotton skirt all the way to the floor with a black tank top. She could not resist wearing that dark blue matching underwear and bra with polka dots that Oliver had seen the first day they played. A quick sweater thrown over the combo seemed appropriate to keep everything casual, but cute. A phone search revealed Oliver's place to be about fifteen minutes away, so she left at 8pm with the hopes of being directly in the middle of the time window he gave her earlier. *********************************** The drive took exactly 16 minutes, which killed her as she hated to be late to anything. Fortunately, parking was easy in the lot beneath his apartment building. Her elevator ride to the 4th Floor gave her time to replay the adventure the two had in Oliver's car, and start her own excitement. She had been through all of her ideas from the night before on the ride over, but had no idea what she would actually do once she was face to face with her angel. She actually relished the thought of the surprise. Her normal life was controlled and planned with no surprises. Even courtroom surprises really weren't anymore because she could anticipate what could happen and be ready. So, this was a new world of learning what was acceptable for her to do and what she felt like doing once she was excited. She had never had this with old boyfriends, which possibly explained why sex had never seemed as good to her as others described it. It seemed she had been more excited and definitely more orgasmic in this new found role as a Domme. The opening of the elevator doors woke her from the musings and she soon found Oliver's apartment door - 4C. She rang the bell and was greeted by a big smile on her angel's face. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a collared button down shirt. She took a moment in the doorway to admire how he had gotten all cleaned up for her. The shirt hung loose on him and the solid purple color played well against his skin tone. "Hi, come on in." He was excited and/or nervous already she could tell. A glance downward told her that he was not wearing shoes, but had on black dress socks. She was on the verge of asking if she should remove her own sandals, when it dawned on her that if she were to ask it would break her control level down. So, she confidently walked in past him and straight into his living room to look around. As she admired the clean apartment with obvious signs of it being a bachelor's home, she heard the door close behind her. Music came on next, and she turned to see Oliver with a remote in his hand. She had a moment of relief instantly when she heard Hip Hop come across the airwaves. She half expected him to play Barry White suddenly. Oliver placed the remote on the counter and walked over to her quickly. Before she had time to think, he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her completely on the mouth. His lips were soft and full. They made her mind spin as he kissed her. When she regained her composure, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed away from him. "Don't you ever kiss me without asking angel. A good toy knows his place!" Her words were scolding and caught her off guard. Who had she become to have the audacity to talk to someone like this? Then, she caught his glance - and it was okay. "I'm so sorry Lady Jacky. I just couldn't wait any longer to taste your mouth. Please don't be angry, and please don't leave." He had cowered back now. He didn't seem afraid of her, but rather afraid that she wouldn't play with him. He belonged to her now, and she loved it. "Down on all fours angel." Oliver dropped like he was listening to a drill sergeant. Jacky walked up to him so her feet were just beneath his face. "You need to remove your Lady's shoes, angel." This was her test she thought, could she get away with one of her dirty fantasies from the other night? Would she be pushing him too far? His actions spoke then and not his words. He sat back on his own feet and lifted her right leg slightly to remove her sandal. He was gentle in his actions and repeated and removed both her shoes and after each gently placed her feet back on the floor. "Now, get up. You need to undress for your Lady." He obliged standing. There was a moment of hesitation for him, and she wondered if this was not what he had in mind. She wasn't going to stop that night until she got what she wanted, but she was wondering if Oliver would realize that she was more than he bargained for in a woman. He started to undress soon, but did so slowly. To get a better view of him, she backed up against his wall. As he started his slow unbuttoning in the middle of his apartment, she could not stop from biting her bottom lip. Oliver's movements had her complete attention, but even passing glances at his face told her that he was enjoying this. He smiled as she shifted to drop her own sweater. When his shirt was off, she realized he had a tattoo on his shoulder. It dawned on her that she had not yet seen him naked, even though she had watched him cum twice already. How wonderful, she thought. Men were always so eager to see every inch of a woman and then they would strip and do what they wanted. Here was Oliver, her safety angel, unconcerned with seeing her, but loving that she wanted to see him. She was finally getting to treat a man as if he were a thing to be looked at, to be examined, and to be judged. It made her feel beautiful in that apartment with him. Her head lifted up as she stood there proud of herself and how she was getting what she deserved! Oliver seemed to slow as he reached to remove his socks and then undid his belt. He was teasing her. She wondered if he felt like a stripper now, and was getting excited about being watched. When his pants fell, he kicked them to the side. His briefs were blue, and they were the final thing he removed. He made a show of it and slowly pulled the waistband out over his already hard cock before sliding them down to the floor. He stood there then and waited - like a good toy. She walked over to her angel slowly, testing him. She stood inches from him and looked at him from his feet to his eyes. He just waited. When she walked behind him, he did not even move his arms from his side. Oliver had ceded complete control to her. She admired how smooth his back was and how it perfectly shaped into his ass. She had to even smile at the tan line where they met. His ass, wow - it was firm and even better looking here in the light then the glimpse she caught of it in the bathroom the week before. She did the unthinkable then - she reached down and slapped him square on his left ass cheek. He jolted in response. She made her way around to face him again, and he smiled back as she looked at him with her head tilted slightly in thought. "Did you get what I told you to buy?" She asked reminding him of her task from the post it note earlier. "Yes, and I know you said one pack, but I bought two in case you wanted to use ten instead of five. I hope you don't mind Lady J...I mean Lady Jacky." His nervousness was obvious, but surprisingly had not affected his erection. "Get them, and a chair, and Lady J is fine, I like it." Oliver hopped into action grabbing a dining room chair and turning it around so she could sit where she was. He then raced into the kitchen to grab his present for her. He returned in moments with two small packages - each containing five disposable fingertip silicon vibrators. Her smile came across her own face now as she admired how well he followed directions. She took the packages in her hand and saw that he stood before her now just waiting for the next command. She reached out and handed the boxes to him. "Put one on each of my toes." He was on the floor immediately opening packages and wrappings and then carefully stretching the little neon-colored silicon bands around her toes individually. He made sure each ribbed little pad was facing upright as he went. When he finished with the last, she just admired how silly these little vibrators looked on her feet. She had seen them in the store a million times and always wondered if she started dating again would she try to get the guy to use it on her. That way it was clean each time and she could throw it away if she hated him. She had never thought of this use, until today. Today, when he had asked about the time for meeting, she had just leapt to this silly idea in her head, and she went for it. He obediently sat there looking at her. "Turn them on angel." Oliver used both hands then to go from outside toe to big toe and pushed the little button on the back of each vibrator. The sensation almost made her giggle, but then it started to feel as if she had a vibrator on her pussy as the sensations ran up her legs. "Rub your cock on my toes angel, and tell me how it feels." Yes, yes, yes...this was that dirty little thought she had had. He sat down on his butt, facing her, and started to stroke his cock against her feet. The feel of his head on her skin made her pussy moisten almost instantly. She watched as he continued, at first shyly and not sure how this would feel. Then, as he continued, he started to hold her against him in different angles until he ended thrusting himself across each over and over while pressing each of her feet hard against his cock. "Angel, how is it?" She asked excited by how intently he kept going. "Nice." His word fell flat from his mouth. It was sexy in its sound, but would not do for her. "Stop - nice is how you describe the day. Is it good, great, hot, incredible? Use better words angel." "Hot! It feels good Lady J." His panted words as he continued to thrust made her wetter now. "Stop and lets turn them around shall we." He obliged and sat back so he could gently turn each vibrator around on her toes so they faced the bottom. When he finished, he looked up waiting again. "Hold my feet together and fuck them like a cunt." Holy shit, did she just say that?!? Cunt had fallen from her mouth, despite the fact that she had always shied from its use; and that repulsed her when it was used by men. She had used it casually, and she meant it. This was now her Domme voice, the one that she could say anything in and feel safe. She didn't need to worry about being politically correct here, or offending anyone. Her words were the least offensive of anything that was happening in this moment. Oliver did not even flinch at her words, but instead gently placed her feet on either side of his cock. He held them there as he rocked his hips to slide himself in and out of them. He was making noises soon. His gaze was fixed on his own cock as she watched him move faster and faster. She was transfixed at the sight of her red painted toenails on either side of him and him moving between her feet rhythmically. She seemed to get more excited each time his head disappeared and then shoved out between her big toes. His groans stopped suddenly as he looked up at her, "Lady J I'm close, may I cum now?" "Yes, I want you to cum all over my feet. Make sure you get some on each one." He rose to a kneeling position and grabbed his cock with is left hand as he had the time before. Only a few strokes later he was showering her feet in white, thick, cum. He nearly fell forward as he came and reached a hand out to grab her knee. She rested her own hand on his as she leaned to see him finish. Her feet felt the sensation of heat splashing on them with each stream and it ignited her senses. She wanted to fuck her little angel right now, but she also wanted her prize. She wanted to actually see her dirty little thoughts come to life. Her hand released and he moved back to a seated position, again waiting for her command. "Lick them off, and take off the vibrators." Her face was serious as she watched him waiting to see if he would obey, or if he would be grossed out. Her previous experiences told her that men abhorred the thought of tasting their own cum. They would go out of their way to avoid it, sometimes even refusing to kiss you after you were nice enough to swallow it. She understood why, but had always just wanted to tell them to get over it. She didn't care after all if their face smelled of her. Oliver surprised her once again and immediately grabbed her left foot to start. His tongue was full of love and delicately lapped up every bit of his own mess. It was not that he enjoyed the taste, but rather that he enjoyed pleasing her. He watched her face as he licked and each time she made a noise or drew in her breath with pleasure, he only licked more intently. She reveled in this feeling too. Never, in all her life, had a man kissed her feet let alone give them a complete cleaning with his tongue. This was unheard of to her, but he was doing it. It made her so thankful to have found this little angel of hers. Before she knew it, her feet were clean and Oliver was removing each vibrator with care. When he was done, he sat back again, seemingly out of breath and waited. "Show me your room angel." Her words were full of adoration now as she extended her hand for him. He took her hand in his and led her through a doorway to his room. His bed was completely made, of course, and covered in a black comforter. It was spotless to her surprise, and it almost made her feel bad that she was going to wrinkle it. "Do you want to feel the inside of me angel?" Her question was nearly rhetorical. She leaned down and pulled up her skirt so that she could slide her panties down. She easily stepped out of them and glanced up at Oliver. "Please Lady J...I." She interrupted him there. "Put on a condom and lay down on your back." Her words were barely out of her mouth when he started moving to his nightstand. In the next few seconds it seemed he was flat on his bed with a condom on. She marveled at his speed, and at the fact that he was already hard again. Her last boyfriend had needed nearly two hours to be ready to go again, and here was this gorgeous man so excited by her words alone that he was ready again in minutes. As she walked up to the bed, she noted he had not laid his head on the pillow, but instead lay across the bed from side to side. He had chosen the fastest way to lay down ready for her. The sight of him with his hard cock sticking up just waiting was beautiful. She lifted her skirt enough to climb onto the bed next to him. She straddled him as she had the flyboy weeks ago, but she didn't want the same thing now. She wanted to feel Oliver and to reward him for how good he was before. She planted herself on his chest and looked down at him. His hands went to her thighs then in anticipation "No touch, angel." He promptly removed his hands and placed them flat on the bedspread palms down. She inched her way down her eyes not leaving his. She felt the head of his cock touch her and she reached back to place it in the perfect spot. She rocked back then to slide him all the way inside. He gripped the bedspread with both hands as she did it. It hurt a little as she slid down because it had been a while since she had slept with anyone this big. He felt incredible once her body got used to him. Before she knew it she was leaning forward to push him in and out with her hands planted on his chest. His cock touched every part of her body exactly she wanted, and the aching that had developed in her thinking of him dissipated. Her own groans could not overcome his as she continued. Now, he was unhampered by being in public and could make any noise he chose. As she resituated so that she was leaning back, but still with her pussy flush against him, his head lifted slightly to watch her. He remained obedient though and grabbed fistfuls of his bedspread to avoid reaching for her. She got lost in the moment then, and just continued her motions. She was not even thinking about how he felt as she rocked with his cock inside her. She only cared about how she felt and each motion rubbed her g-spot perfectly. Every passing second drew her closer to her own release. The excitement in her had turned to a growing orgasm that was fast approaching. The Closet Domme Ch. 05 His groaning soon led to exclamations. "oh fuck, oh yes, oh god." He repeated these over and over in various orders and louder and louder pitches. He had lifted himself up to nearly sitting and was pulling the bedspread up with him. She stopped then because his lifting had shifted the angle too much and had robbed her of that perfect sensation, and she wanted it back - right now. She wanted to be in complete control - not for him, but for herself. She put her hand on his chest and pushed. He obliged and lay back down, but he did not lower his arms, which were now locked at the elbows and flexing. Going back to her own pleasure was easy then, and she started to glance down at this man on his bed straining to keep from touching her. He was so hot in that moment and his cock was in exactly the right spot, and...Blam... It was as if her orgasm slapped her body from the inside. She froze in sheer pleasure in that moment and the world melted away around her. A barely audible whimper escaped her lips as she held her pose enjoyed the euphoria in every nerve of her being. After an eternity of that pleasure, her orgasm began to fade. Just like the building orgasms she had with her vibrator, her pussy pulsed in waves as she allowed the orgasm to continue rocking her body. The difference now was the wonderful sensation of pulsing around her angel's cock. She felt him shiver lightly with each of her waves as he enjoyed her orgasm too. Feeling the pulsing fade, she gazed at him breathless as he lay beneath her watching. "Do you want to cum inside me?" Her question came out in a harsh tone. "Oh fuck yes, please, please Lady J." He begged now desperate for his release. She reached out to her sides and took each of his hands in turn and placed them on her thighs. His face showed a look of relief at her actions. She slid him out almost the entire way before slamming back down on him. His delayed groan was so loud she was sure the neighbors heard. His grip tightened at the same time. Each repeat of the action made his reaction more intense. After a few more times of this, he sat up and grabbed her fully in his arms..."OH FUCK YES.." his words rang out as he held her. She felt him shudder against her as he came, and it sent waves of pleasure through her body and her mind. An eternity went by as Oliver finished and moved back slightly to look up at her with his face blank. She reached down and put her hands on his cheeks and held his gaze as she moved in and kissed his lips sweetly. She rose up on her knees then allowing him to fall out of her body on his own. A quick turn and she was able to fall next to him on the bed flat on her back. She lay there enjoying their breathing in the quiet room. She was awestruck by how incredible her orgasm had been. She never came like that, never. She knew right in that room that she wanted more. Now, she had to just discover how to get more, and more, and more... The Closet Domme Ch. 06 The Trouble with the Safety Angel The next few weeks were exhilarating and satisfying for Jacky and her new found role as a Domme. She wasn't sure if it was just her Safety Angel that made things so pleasant, or if it was who she was becoming. All she knew was that she liked. As time progressed, she tried new toys on Oliver and he obliged willingly. She stayed tame at first using only vibrators and then cock rings, and started to venture from there. This was how she stumbled upon what her angel seemed to like best. It was not something she tried to discover, but rather somewhat of an accidental discovery. She liked how it made him smile at her though. It turned out, Oliver liked to be spanked and not just with a hand. After several meetings, their adventures became regular events. Every Wednesday night Oliver was made to cum for her in some way or another in various public arenas. Then, every Saturday night he would service her until she had her fill at his place. She got used to this ebb and flow of things. Her discovery started simply by noting how excited Oliver became every time she would walk behind him. Her spanking with her hand often drew him to a moan now. It was the unsure Domme in her that tested the boundaries of how hard she could smack him and how much he would moan. Never once did Oliver protest or even dare to ask for more. He was her slave now, and did her bidding and accepted whatever enjoyment she would allow him. One particular Wednesday, she stopped by his desk in the lobby and dropped off a small sticky note, as was their usual Wednesday practice now. Two months into their little rendez-vous and he was still eager every time he saw that note. He was never able to put it away before reading it, and his little smile always gave away his eagerness. Today, though, her note had a website on it with a simple - "Buy this today, and let's meet at your place at 8" written upon it. She wanted to make him sweat until he was able to look it up. Jacky sat at her desk that morning in her familiar calm and worked away. Brenda had now come to believe that she had a regular Yoga class on Wednesday nights and so that was why she had to leave at 5 those days. The reality was that she had to eat and then get ready before she was able to go to see her angel. As the weeks had drawn on with her new found enjoyment, she had been more productive than ever before. She was calm and able to burn through any assignment. Her focus exceptionally sharp on Thursday mornings had not gone unnoticed by her superiors. She had been told on numerous occasions over these past two months that her progress was assured in the company, and she could not help but wonder if finding a way to get out her tension was not helping with this. Five pm drew in slowly but surely as she waited at her desk. Today the homework she gave Oliver was for him, and she loved giving gifts. So, she could not help but be excited to see him tonight and to find out how happy he was with her present. At five precisely, she packed up and went downstairs. She passed Oliver in the lobby as usual, and caught his eye as she headed for the door. That was when she saw his excitement. It was obvious as his cheeks glowed red on either side of his cute little nose. Oh, tonight was going was going to be fun. ************************************************* After months of wearing casual clothes to see her angel, she wanted tonight to be extra special. So, she pulled out the blue bra and panties from their first encounter and slipped into them. Her own wetness surprised her as she pulled on those panties tonight. As she glanced over her closet to decide what to put on over them, an inspiration hit her and she grabbed her red heels. These were from a Halloween costume years ago. The heels themselves were 5 inch stilettos that only accentuated the bright red plush of the shoes. Oliver was in for a treat tonight she thought. She wasn't sure if it was her confidence growing or if she was just embracing this new lifestyle she was creating, but she decided that all she really needed over these undergarments was a black trench coat. She stood in front of her mirror like that, admiring how sexy the woman before her looked. If any boyfriend of hers had asked her to dress like this she would have said no, but tonight she was dressing like this as a present for her little angel. ********************* After an uneventful ride over, she found herself in the elevator with another young man on the way up to Oliver's place. He smiled at her, and she wondered if he had any idea that under her closed trench coat she only had on a bra and panties. He had definitely given her a second look when he saw the red heels, but she had casually smiled only. When the elevator stopped at the 4th floor, she strode out confidently past him, but glanced briefly over her shoulder to catch his smile. It was the smile of a confident Domme on the way to her slave that she flashed back, and without even a second thought. As always, Oliver answered the door in jeans with button down shirt on and black dress socks. Today's shirt was a yellow color. His smile and blush seemed deeper though as he saw her in. He stood at the door then as she went by, he knew now that he was to wait there until told what to do. Jacky made her way past him, but after a few steps she turned and met his gaze. He was breathing heavily and seemed shocked that she had stopped so soon. Her smile relaxed him though. Without a word, she undid her coat and dropped it to the floor. Oliver lost control of himself and let out a sigh, "Wow." He never said anything past Hi or Hello, she knew that showing her body and blown him away. Normally this would be where she stood awkwardly wondering if she looked okay, with a thousand thoughts of all her imperfections, but not today. She took a step sideways so her legs were firmly planted, "What did you say angel?" "I said Wow Lady J. I mean you look amazing..." She stopped him with a finger to the lips. "Don't speak, pick up my coat angel." He bent over dutifully and picked it, folded it gently and placed it on the counter. She turned and strode further into his apartment then. He had cleaned as she had expected. Only once had she entered to a dirty apartment, and promptly left. He learned after that day that if he wanted her there he would have to keep things clean. "Now, did you buy what I asked?" She turned to face him. She almost laughed seeing his dick already hard pressing against his jeans. It was clear that any issue she may have had with how she looked did not matter to her angel at all. He was more excited now at just the sight of her than anything else. "I did Lady J." He turned slightly to grab a paper bag from his dining room table, and started to take out the black leather item inside. "Wait angel, strip down for me first...show me what I've done to you already." Oliver hurried this time, with no attempt to tease her. His movements were clumsy again like the first time they had been together. In less than a minute he was fumbling to remove his underwear, and even roughly caught them on his erection. "Now, give me your present." She smiled as a grin spread across his face. It was the grin of a little boy getting what he had told his parents he wanted, but never thinking they would get for him. He turned again to grab the bag from the table, and quickly pulled out the black leather riding crop. He presented it to her then as if she were a queen, with an obvious grin still on his face. She was pleasantly surprised by how it felt in her hand, the pictures on-line did not do this item justice. The handle was soft leather that melted into a long hard shaft with a small black paddle at the end. The lacings from the handle proceeded beautifully down to the tip where it melded to the flat black circle of hardened leather. She felt the crop over in her hand enjoying how the leather felt against her skin. When she finally looked up from admiring this new toy, she saw her own toy smiling and noted how wonderfully hard he had become already. "You have to cum for me before we get to play with your new toy." She lay the crop down on his dining room table. She couldn't help but notice that it painted a perfect picture with the glass of his table reflecting the leather from different directions around this pleasure tool. "Where would you like to see me cum Lady J?" His words were music to her ears. "Make the handle wet for me angel." She walked up behind him and situated him so that he was just behind the handle of the crop and between his dining room chairs. She pushed him against his table so that the glass pressed on his balls. She slid her hand down his left arm - his favorite - and moved it to his own cock. He knew right away what she wanted then. She pressed her body against him, smashing her breasts on his shoulders, and made the mental note of how nice it was to be his height with these shoes on. Her right hand found his chest and slid to rub his nipple as her left slid down his ass. She loved that ass. He obliged of course, stepping so his legs were slightly spread for her greedy little fingers. Her angel's moaning started in seconds as he stroked his own cock. She was mesmerized as she rubbed her fingers behind his balls and on his nipples. She was rubbing her body against his so she could know the exact moment to watch her favorite part. Soon his breathing quickened and his moaning turned to that oh so familiar list of exclamations... An "oh yes," had him spurting hot cum across his table and the handle of the riding crop. She loved how his cum fogged the glass as it landed and lay there beautifully against the smooth surface. He reached his left hand down then and picked up the crop by its paddle. She stepped back and he turned to hand it to her..."My Lady, here you are." His words were breathless as he still reeled from his explosion. He had barely finished and was desperate to get more from her. His orgasm wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to please her again and himself at the same time. "Good boy." She took the crop from him and licked his cum from the handle slowly with just the tip of her tongue. His eyes flashed with excitement watching her. His cum tasted wonderful as it always did with a slight sweetness today. Its scent filled her nostrils and sent her own pussy afire. She felt her wetness soak through her panties completely then. She lowered her head then and took the crop by the handle. She tapped it on her leg as she stepped backward slightly away from him. "Go get on your bed angel." He turned and walked over to the door to his bedroom and reached in to turn on his light. She followed behind and right at the moment the light came on, she swatted him with the crop on his right ass cheek. He inhaled deeply and froze. She waited, not sure why he was frozen. "What position would you like me in Lady J?" Oh, wow, he was just waiting to be her perfect little angel. "Lay down on your back...you need to taste me first." He obeyed, knowing her needs came first. She used both hands and looking directly in his eyes she slid her underwear down. She had never been so exposed in front of him, but she was giving him a present tonight. Her shyness had disappeared completely as she walked quickly to the bed. Walking around to stand behind his head surprised him. He gazed at her with his soft brown eyes and a giant smile just waiting. Her step onto the bed made her intentions clear. She straddled his face then, but not looking into his eyes - she wanted to look at his cock tonight. He was already again, making her adore the crop she had in her hand now. He was always quick to get hard again, but this was exceptional even for him. She sat squarely on his face then with her clit in his mouth and that cute little nose of his pressed inside her pussy. He started his slow tasting, and her wetness only increased. She sat there astride him with her hands on his thighs, her right holding the crop still. The better his mouth felt, the more she moved against him. As she got close to her own orgasm she could not stop herself and she grabbed the crop. She wanted to see the leather on his cock as she came. The thought of it alone nearly to sent her over the edge. She started to run the paddle of the crop along his cock and knew instantly that this excited him. His sucking and tonguing of her body grew feverish in its pace. He was ravenous for her as she stroked his head with the leather. It was her own moaning that she heard now as she closed in on the pinnacle. Without even knowing she was going to she pulled the paddle back ever so slightly and slapped the shaft of his cock. To her surprise his mouth stopped moving and cum shot from his head. She had never seen such force behind his cum as this and it drove her mad. With a slight movement of her hips she ran her hard clit across his lips and a flash of heat and pleasure shot through her body with her own orgasm. The room spun and melted as it often did when she was this excited. Her hands steadied her on his stomach as the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her. She regained herself after what seemed like an infinite orgasm and lifted off of him. She spun her leg around to sit next to him. He lay there with her wetness on his face and a smile behind it. His own cum was spattered over him. What a sight to behold this sexy angel of hers. She wanted more then, more, and could almost feel the building inside herself to her next orgasm. She had never been multi-orgasmic before her flyboy, but now she knew that one was not enough. She could feel them building as she looked upon her artwork. "Shame on you, I never told you that you could cum." Her panted words still held force as she looked at him with her piercing green eyes. He sat up then, "I'm sorry Lady J...I just..." He stammered now, that little unsure angel voice had returned. "Get on all four now like a good angel." Her words were firm and steady, there was no pause in her thinking. She was going to punish this angel for disobeying her. He needed to know his place. With the pulsing still in her pussy she found this control to be easy. When she was in this place - .the realm of the Domme - she demanded and he listened or there were consequences. So, it was time to punish her angel. Oliver obeyed instantly knowing he had done wrong for her, but also excited at the thought of getting what he wanted too. He was on all fours by the time she had stepped off the bed. She seized the crop in her hand then and ran the paddle down the back of his legs softly. She reached with her other hand to rub across his perfectly tight ass. He truly was a specimen of a man, one to admire and touch and fondle. She moved her hand then, pulled back the crop and "slap," smacked him across his left cheek. Oliver gasped and his head rose slightly, but she heard the pleasure in that gasp. "Slap," this time across is right cheek. "Uhh." His panting became a single syllable and she caught the sight of a small smile on his lips. She moved to the side then. "Slap, slap, slap, slap." Her hurried slaps made small red squares on his ass cheeks. She was surprised that what she thought was hard barely made him flinch. "What do you have to say for yourself angel?" She asked coyly more to hear his voice than anything else. "I'm sorry Lady J. I won't let it happen again." His words weren't remorseful, but ones of intent to do this again and again hoping for his punishment next time. His dick began to stiffen again as he said it. "Slap, slap, slap...thwap." Ah, it made a different noise when she struck him harder. "Oh, fuck yes." His words surprised her as did his immediate hardening. She took the opportunity then to grab his cock in her left hand and start to stroke it. "Thwap, thwap, thwap." She felt so much power with each strike, and stroked his cock after each set. He was soon moaning as she hit and as she stroked him. "Do not cum yet angel." "Yes, Lady J." She dropped the crop then, "get a condom, I'm going to fuck my angel now." Her words that used to sound harsh were excited and happy. He had truly made her ecstatic tonight. He put on the condom quickly and resumed his spot on the bed - flat on his back. She was quick to crawl on all fours across his bed to straddle him. She stopped just before moving back to slide him inside. Her hands went to her bra and unfastened it letting her breasts fall out. She threw the bra to the side then, and their eyes met as she slid back. He felt amazing inside her, fitting perfectly in every inch of her body After sliding him in and out a few times she stopped and took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He understood without any words that this was his chance to touch her. He had never seen her bare breasts before, and he seized the chance to grope and caress his way over them. He even stopped occasionally to pinch her small dark pink nipples. She could not help but look down and admire how his brown hands looked on her pale white skin. Her breasts seemed to fit in his hands perfectly. In all her admiring she had lost track of herself, and her orgasm crept up quickly. The pop that came was not as intense as hers earlier, but it always felt so much better to have him inside as she came. "Do you want to cum inside me now angel?" "Yes, please let me Lady J." His pleading was not needed, but expected. He had to earn privileges with her. She clenched her Kegel muscles then grabbing his cock. His look of surprise was only because she had never tried this before. She had been practicing for a while now in the hopes of making him happy, and now she finally just let him have it. When his surprise went to pleasure again, she pulled him out relaxing and thrusted back down on him clenching once more. She repeated the movement over and over again enjoying his look of crazed enjoyment and his noises with each stroke. Only a few moments later, her sat up and grabbed her tightly. "Fuuuuuck,." His exclamation was harsh this time as if this orgasm hurt him. He grunted a few more times as he finished, which was new for him. She loved it. That was it. From now on she wanted to paddle this man every night. When he was done, he held her still as he leaned backward. He looked in her face hoping but not expecting her to kiss him. She leaned to give him a peck, and then he ruined it all... "I love you Lady J." His words stopped her immediately and she froze in shock and disbelief. Love? Love? Why the fuck had he said that? This was not love. She was using this man for sex, pure physical use. This wasn't supposed to be love, and she didn't love Oliver. She loved her playtime with him. He was beautiful, he was sweet, but she did not love him. She lifted up then letting him fall from her body and turned to fall onto her back and lay. He said nothing and neither did she. They lay there together for a few moments and when she heard his soft snoring she dressed and left Oliver's apartment for the last time. ***************************** The next day when she passed Oliver in the lobby she did not glance up, she had still not figured out what to do with what he had said the night before. She didn't know what to say to him or not say to him or where to go from there. Oliver had genuinely surprised her. All of Thursday went by, with no words, and then on Friday as she was leaving, she passed his desk and stopped to walk back. It was 6pm and he was about to leave. She also knew they would be alone for a few moments. "Oliver, I don't love you." She said it honestly and looked him dead in the eyes. "Maybe we could do dinner or something and see where..." Her fingers went to his lips to quiet him. The Closet Domme Ch. 06 "I have to let you go angel, so you can find someone who loves you back. This wasn't about that. I'm sorry." She felt bad as she said it, but she couldn't lead him on. He looked shocked as her words sunk in. "Maybe we can talk on Saturday when I see you." His words were pleading then. "You won't see me on Saturday angel. Be a good toy, no matter who you play with though, okay." She smiled and turned to walk away. "Goodnight Ms. Fredrick." His words signaled his understanding. They were done. The Closet Domme Ch. 07-08 The Attempt to Squash the Domme After Oliver, Jacky's life went back to normal. She had decided that the flyboy was a good start and that Oliver must have just been her last hoorah to finding out if she wanted to be dominant. She had resigned herself to the fact that she was not that good at it. ***************************** Merely two week later, though, she found herself in her office once more thinking of sex. Ridiculous she thought; this is ridiculous. Here she was a decent looking woman, and yet alone, and all she thought she wanted was sex. So, she did what she thought would work to end this desire - she started dating. At first, she had merely put a bug in a few casual friends' ears that she was interested in seeing someone. This; however, resulted in two rather unsuccessful and boring dates with other attorneys. The first was a corporate attorney, who thought he was hilarious. He was genuinely shocked when their date ended without a kiss. It surprised Jacky that she was willing to blow him off so openly. He had stopped at her doorstep at the end of the night and stood looking in her eyes. He was average looking, slim figure, very smart, and frankly a catch. His small smile indicated his desire to kiss her. She smiled back. "Have a good night." Yep, that's what she said to clients, and he had not risen much above that level in her mind. "May I have a kiss? Or, at least a promise that you will see me again?" He was respectful enough in his request, but she just couldn't bring herself to entertain it. "I'm sorry, no." She smiled and turned without looking back to go inside. She could feel his surprise. He was a man that probably did not get turned down by many women, but he was also boring. ******************************* Her second date with a tax attorney had not fared much better. She had a nice dinner with him, and admired how he was much more modest than the corporate attorney. He seemed interested in her work and how she had courtroom experience whereas his was mostly in an office, but ultimately, she felt no heat with him. She could not sense the intrigue, the sweetness, none of the qualities that had attracted her to the last two men in her life. She simply did not have any desire to be touched by him. The second date had ended slightly better with her deciding to give him a kiss. He was a little taller than her, so she tilted her head up and looked in his eyes. She waited there patiently, and "peck" that was it, a peck. He smiled as if he had done the sweetest thing ever. He had not asked for a second date that night, but his call a few days later gave her the chance to tell him she was not interested. ******************************** Another two weeks rolled by after those dates, and she had decided that her friends were intent on her being with these boring attorney types. So, she stopped asking for their assistance. One day she saw Oliver in the lobby, and his grin was unmistakeable. She could not help it, but walked over to him. "Whatever has you so happy Oliver?" Her question was one of an olive branch, fishing to see if he was friendly. "I met someone Ms. Fredrick, and she is wonderful." He smiled with that little crimson in his cheeks. "Good for you, angel...sorry Oliver." Her smile back was genuine, but her slip in calling him an angel sent a flood of images through her mind. When she caught his eyes they both stopped for a moment and seemed to share those images. "She's very sweet, and I think you would like her." He reaffirmed his desire to stay with this new woman. "I'm honestly very happy for you, you deserve a nice girl." She meant every word of what she said, although there was sadness to her thoughts. ************************************* The next morning, her career took a major boost. One of the partners came into her office and gave her the news that she would be lead counsel on their next trial starting the following week. She could barely contain her excitement. It was unheard for an associate to be lead chair, but she was ready. She had been working on the case for months and had prepared nearly every pre-trial motion as well as arguing them. This was a final test she thought to becoming partner. There was only one problem, she could not focus. Sex, sex, sex, that was all she could think of, and it was driving her mad. It had now become one of her regular hobbies to check the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist during the day. It was a nice way for her to read the ads for those looking for what she had had with Oliver. Even reading about boys that wanted to "go down" on any lonely housewives would give her a small thrill. So, when she was there late that day, she decided that maybe she would try running a quick ad. After a few minutes, she determined the best thing would be to run an ad for just giving hand jobs. She thought that was pretty low risk and would give her an opportunity to at least get some of her desires met. She also figured that she could test out a few guys and see if she just needed a casual encounter of her own once in a while. She posted a simple ad - Looking to Give Hand Job in Your Car to A Sane Man in his 20s or 30s. That was it, simple words, and she hit post. It was simple right? She could just say no if she didn't want to. About twenty minutes later, her throw away email address was flooded with responses. These ranged from "Anytime baby" to the more crass, "Only if you eat it too." She was surprised by how many people read the ad, let alone how many had responded. Most, of course, she deleted immediately, in particular those with a dick pick in the e-mail. After all, she could not deal with an idiot! Twenty e-mails or so down the list, and she found him, the first candidate. He was 39 and he simply e-mailed saying this was a fantasy of his. He even said that he was recently divorced and just needed to feel sexy again. ******************************************** That night she exchanged a few e-mails with him and decided to give it a try the next day...it was a Wednesday after all and she had been without a toy on Wednesdays for over a month. They agreed to meet in a mall parking lot, and use his car. ************************* She saw his Silver Lexus SUV as soon as she arrived in her BMW. She pulled next to him on the nearly empty floor of the garage. Her heart raced as she got into his car. Was she crazy to try something like this? She was in a strange man's car and had no idea if she was safe or not. Then, of course, her Domme came out again. "Hey stranger take it out and show me." Her voice was low and she felt the wetness start in her panties. He obliged and pulled out his cock, which was still soft. She seized him immediately, her desire flashing. Her soft touches made his breath quicken, and his soft cock stiffened just a little. "Oh baby yeah. Want some lube on him?" His words seemed weird to her and felt alien. Baby? She was no one's Baby. She also somehow hated that he personified his own penis. She had never thought of a man's cock as being a separate being, but rather a piece of the whole package. She liked the thought of exciting his body and his mind and the cock being a piece of that excitement. She had loved that about Oliver and how her words and her touch on him anywhere had made him excited. "Lube sounds great toy." Her words intended to convey her dominance. "You want him in your hand don't you? You want him to cum for you baby?" His words seemed stupid now. He pulled lube out and dribbled it on himself sloppily and then put his seat back expecting her to just service him. She obliged at first, mostly because she had desired all day to touch this man's cock. She needed to feel a hard cock in her hand. She needed to see him cum, hear his noises. But, why she thought did this not feel right. She could put her finger on the problem. Her hand found his now stiffening cock and she started to stroke his full length gently. "Stroke it harder baby, make him cum for you." His lust was there, it was apparent. She stroked, and stroked, and stroked. She noted, though, that he did not seem to be getting much harder. After a few minutes of silence as she watched him trying to get herself excited, he reached out and stopped her hand. "Baby I don't think it's going to happen. I'm too nervous being out here in the open, and sometimes he doesn't cooperate if I'm nervous. Maybe we can get a hotel room." He was serious in trying to explain his problem. "I think we should call it quits for today." She pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned her hand and handed one to him too. It was done, and she was far from excited. How could she possibly go from Oliver who got hard as long as she was telling him what to do - to this? This sad excuse for a man did nothing for her. I mean he seemed manly enough, but she needed someone that was excited to see her no matter where they were. She needed someone to give her what she wanted and not the other way around. As she got back in her car to drive home, she was not sure what she could do next. ********************************** That night found her scouring through her e-mails once more, hoping to find a more suitable candidate. Then, she found him, she found Nathan. Nathan was a sweet boy that e-mailed her saying that he was always happy to receive a hand job, especially from a pretty lady. Maybe it was the word lady, or maybe it was how he seemed modest and open at the same time. In any event, she thought she would give it a try. Another exchange of e-mails and they agreed to meet up on Saturday night. This was good she thought, it was another night that she had enjoyed with Oliver and would give her enough relaxation before Monday's Opening Statements. Nathan, unfortunately, refused to meet anywhere but his apartment. He said that he was just too shy to meet for the first time in public areas. After the dud from the few days before, she was willing to give this a try. Again, she could not believe that she was brazen enough to try this. ******************************************* Saturday night came, and she went to her closet ready to dress in casual attire, and she glanced at her red heels again. Oliver jumped back in her mind...aaaaah her Safety Angel. She dismissed the thoughts though, knowing that it wasn't Oliver she wanted, but a true toy. Maybe this Nathan could become one she thought. She dressed casually, and as she left just hoped for a triumphant playdate. ************************************ Nathan's apartment was a bit bigger than Oliver's had been, but he had not tidied up for her. He appeared to assume that she would not care since it was just a hook up. So, she decided maybe she would mention it to him after. "So, how shall we do this ma'am." His smile and demeanor made her think that he had potential to be her new toy. "See that counter over there." She pointed, with her sexy smile and voice lowered. "Yes." He returned her coyness back. "Strip and put your hands on it." He looked shocked at first, but then he surprised her and pulled his t-shirt off with no protest. He had no muscles under this, and was incredibly slim. She was taken aback, but then he took off his pants and underwear. Bam, he was huge. She could not believe her eyes. This skinny man had a huge cock and it was already hard, just how she liked it. "Good boy." She smiled to reassure him. It apparently was enough as he turned and approached his kitchen counter. Jacky approached behind him pressing herself against his back. He was a much smaller frame than her last two lovers, but then she caught his scent. He smelled almost exactly like her flyboy. She inhaled deeply as she ran her hands down his sides and his chest. His frame left something to be desired, but his skin was so soft that she nearly melted as she started to drip from her own pussy. Her hands soon found their prize, and it felt amazing. Having her hands on a man's cock again made her remember that first adventure with her flyboy. Nathan's cock was far bigger though. She had missed the banter and teasing before, but this was making up for it. She stroked him now with her left hand. Her right reached back and grabbed his small ass. He was toned, but not the handful that Oliver was. She reached back and "smack." She nailed him square on the right ass cheek. He moaned, so she repeated her action. It made her excited to feel the sting of her hand on his ass. Her stroking soon became faster and faster as she sought her own excitement. Nathan was soon rocking against her hand in that familiar pattern as his moaning grew louder and louder. "Oh, I'm gonna cum." His words majestic and exactly what she needed to hear. She leaned slightly to see him shoot his load again and again across the side of his counter. Each spurt made her drip more and more as she finally got what she wanted. When he finished, she stepped back. She put her fingertip to her lips then and tasted his cum. It was salty, very salty. She was surprised at how different it tasted than the last two. Nathan turned and handed her a paper towel then. After wiping her hand, she stood there as he wiped his counter and stood up. "Do you want to please me now my little toy?" Her words were playful and less of an invitation than a command. She was a Domme again finally, and she had wanted it so badly. "Do you need me to or are you good?" Fuck! That would not do. This would not work, his words had ruined her pleasure. She left Nathan's apartment that night, and never talked to him again. Craigslist was clearly not where she was to meet her next toy. It had sated her briefly to see him cum, but it was a small step from porn. She needed more. She needed a man that was pleased by making her happy. She needed to be the Domme. ************************************** Later that night, Jacky lay in bed thinking about what her encounters in this past month meant. Was she doomed to be alone? Was she really a crazed sex-driven woman? Who was she supposed to be? Surely she would not find someone like Oliver again, he was a fluke. What was she going to do? ****************************************** Trial started promptly on Monday morning and by the middle of the day, they were starting jury selection. Her familiarity with this process made it easy and smooth. Sure, it was the first time she had picked a jury as the lead attorney, but it was not her first trial. The only problem this morning was that she could not stop herself from looking at the Deputy. She was used to having a Deputy in every courtroom, it was standard practice. This one had her attention far too much though. Now, long ago an older female attorney had warned her to never, ever look at or get involved with the Deputies. They were cops after all, and they were arrogant most of the time. Even the nice ones hid a surprising amount of smugness. It was something about the badge and the gun that just made them think they were God's gift to women. This Deputy, though, was hot! She even caught herself getting moist as she looked at him. He had dark brown hair combed back with just a little bit of gel, dark brown eyes under a stern brown. His eyelashes were long like a woman's as they framed his perfectly shaped eyes. His lips were a perfect red, and he kept insisting on applying chapstick. Never had a man applying chapstick been so sexy before today. Although her eyes darted to him, she was sure to keep her mind focused on picking this jury. During the lunch hour, she found herself in the cafeteria of the courthouse alone eating a sandwich and just pondering about what that Deputy looked like with no uniform on. He must be stunning she thought. She pictured sweat rolling down his chest and thought about how lovely his nipples must look. Jesus, she thought, what was doing? This was breaking rule number one - no cops. As the day drew on they got closer and closer to having their jury picked. The evening came, though, and still required another day of jury selection to complete the panel. **************************** That night as she lay in bed, the Deputy danced through her head. She could not help but use her vibrator later as she considered how he might look naked and how hot it would be to command his movements. Her mind raced at thoughts of how he smelled and how he tasted. She even found herself wondering what his cum tasted like. ******************************** The next morning allowed them to finally get a jury panel. She sat then patiently as the Judge read the initial jury instructions to this group of 14 people that would decide if her client owed the Plaintiff any money. This was always the most boring part of any trial. She knew the law after all, and they had litigated the jury instructions for nearly a month before the trial. She could practically recite every word. Even the Deputy had sat down at this point at the small desk put at the side of the jury box. He was a beautiful specimen she thought. His slight shadow of stubble after just a few hours made her think how he must have a nice amount of hair on his chest. It would be so nice to run her fingers through it. She realized as she sat there looking at him that he was looking at her. His gaze made her blush as she was sure she had been staring at him like a piece of meat. She looked down instantly, but could not help herself. She glanced up at him shyly gauging his reaction. He smiled at her. Holy shit she thought, he smiled back. He knew exactly what she wanted and he smiled back. She did not want to take the chance of talking to the Deputy that day, and couldn't help but think her delay would make him more interested. Maybe she would date this one, or no maybe she would just be casual. As she considered those thoughts in the evening it of course led to another night of using her vibrator. He was really in her head she thought. *************************************** The next morning one of the jurors was late, and they found themselves killing time in the courtroom. Her second chair, a first year associate with no idea what he was doing was deep in a conversation with her client about the construction industry and how fascinating it was. Jacky paced in the courtroom impatiently. In her anxious walk, she caught the Deputy smiling at her. So, she did it. She decided she just couldn't stand there contemplating anymore. She walked over and sat next to his desk. She had a notepad in hand and pretended to be thinking and jotting some things down. After a few minutes, she wrote a simple statement on the side, and placed the notepad on the desk pointing at it with her pen. "Would you be interested in a very discreet FWB situation?" He looked at the notepad shocked, and smiled. "Am I reading that right?" His smile excited her instantly. "Depends what your answer is cutie." Her coyness returned. She could not believe she was saying this. Now, she was going too far. She was breaking rule number one and she was doing this during work -trial work. He started to write on the paper with his right hand. Ah, she thought, he probably jerked off with that hand. That would be fun to watch. She read his note then. "I'm actually with someone right now, and I used to be an asshole cheater. I'm in recovery now, so to speak. Trust me, if I wasn't dating someone, you would at my house tonight!" Shit, shit, shit. She wanted him more than ever now. His words of denial made her want to force him to do her bidding. She couldn't do it though, she couldn't bring herself to break up this man's relationship, but damnit she wanted him. He smiled. "Totally different if I was alone." His words were a whisper then and god his voice was sexy. The Closet Domme Ch. 07-08 The rest of her day was uneventful, but frustrating as she could not help but admire this man's ass and how he walked. The thought of taking such a dominant man and making him obey made her incredibly excited. ****************************** It was that night that she decided the Domme had to die. She could not continue on this path of self-destruction. Today she had broken the rules and had even been rejected. This was too much, and she could not keep doing it. Jacky surrendered to her dreams then of being the Domme and awoke the next day sad, but resolute. *********************************** She had watched that Deputy for the next two weeks and had consistently stopped herself from the thoughts. She had buried herself in work, and refused to entertain any more thoughts of dominating men. Two days before closing arguments, her efforts were tested though. ************************* It was a Tuesday morning, and time for her final witness. This was her private investigator. It was the first case where he had actually been called to testify with her. She had talked with him before about several cases, and he was amazing. He was always funny on the phone, and he was great at his job. She was eager to meet him this morning and put a face to the voice. She was also more than excited to get this trial to closing argument. She had been kicking ass from the beginning, and she was positive this witness would seal it. During morning recess, she sat at her table reviewing questions for Dean - her private investigator, when she heard the courtroom door open and shut. She turned in her chair to see who had entered and there walked a God among men. He was 6'1" with broad square shoulders and dirty blond hair, spiked up slightly with gel. Holy shit she thought, never had she expected funny Dean from her phone calls to look like that. He was in a dark grey suit with a white shirt under it and a blue tie looking. He looked every bit the former cop he was. Her gaze fell all the way to floor noting how he had on a matching pair of light brown shoes for his brown belt. That suit fit him perfectly. He smiled when their eyes met and walked up. "Hi, nice to finally meet you, Ms. Frederick." His voice was better in person somehow. Perhaps it was the cute little mouth with dark pinks lips, or the way he said her name she thought. Her stupor broke as she stood up in her heels, nearly his equal in height. She had started wearing higher heels after Oliver, feeling as though it made her more commanding. She extended her hand to Dean, "Hi, are you ready to do a good job? Or do we schedule the whipping for later?" Oh my god, what the hell just came out of her mouth? Did she really just say that? Stupid, stupid! "I'm definitely ready, but a whipping may not be a bad way to end the evening." His smile was welcome as she realized he had taken her comment as a joke. He knew her after all, they had had many a witty conversation as they had spoken about this case alone. ************************************* Dean testified perfectly that morning and despite her inability to look away from him she nailed his direct examination. Cross-examination by opposing counsel was pathetic in her estimation and failed to undo the damage her direct had done to the Plaintiff's case. She had this one. *********************************** That night in bed it was Dean's face that danced through her dreams. She now put in place all the stories he had told her about being in the California Highway Patrol before deciding that he just didn't like to follow orders. How he had been an investigator for about 7 years and loved every minute of it. All those conversations where they laughed and traded off color jokes on equal footing flooded through her mind. Suddenly, she could not wait to see him the next day. It would be time for her re-direct and she could barely contain her excitement at hearing his voice again. Another night with her vibrator served to put her to sleep once more. *********************************** Dean did beautifully the next day, and by lunch recess they were done. The Judge allowed the jury to go home and Jacky thanked Dean on his way out. "Can I come back when the jury comes in with a verdict?" He asked almost making her too happy. Ah, the thought of an excuse to see him again, it was wonderful. "Sure, I'll call you and maybe we can even do drinks to celebrate if it goes my way." She could not believe she just said that, had she asked him out? What the hell? No, she was thinking of him as a toy, and she had stopped that. She had to remind herself that that part of her had to die. ************************************** The remainder of her afternoon was spent going over jury instructions before closing argument the next morning. Fortunately, that meant a night of preparing that closing which would leave little time to daydream about Dean or her Deputy. My God, two beautiful men in the room with her sex-starved brain, and yet she was still confident. Who was this woman inside her? Was she pretending to be a Domme before, or was she becoming a Domme? ************************************ The next morning, her closing argument left her with no doubt about her victory. She amazed herself at the level of poise and skill with which she danced around the potholes in the case and pointed out all the issues with the other side. ********************************** Sitting in her office waiting for the call was excruciating after lunch. She was hopeful the jury would decide this afternoon, and not make her wait over the weekend. At almost exactly 4pm, the phone rang. It was Brenda telling her the Court called and the jury had decided. Incredible, she was so excited. On her way out of the office, she remembered about Dean. "Brenda, can you call Dean and tell him to come to the Courthouse if he wants to hear the verdict." Brenda looked at her surprised. "Dean wants to be there? That's odd for him. You might have an admirer Jacky." Brenda smiled at her. "No way, please. He's not my type Brenda, remember I don't date cops." She smiled, inside thinking yeah but I'd fuck one or two if I had my way today. ****************************** She was at the courthouse soon and seated patiently at her table. Her favorite Deputy smiled at her from his desk. She wondered if he had been thinking of her since she wrote him that note. "Hey, I made in time right?" A familiar deep voice from behind startled her from her lustful stare across the room. "Yep, have a seat in the audience." He turned and went over to the first row and sat. Today he was in jeans and a flannel button down shirt with a dark green jacket over it. "All rise." The Deputy's words started her as the jury filed in and the Judge came into the room. A few moments later, and the clerk read the perfect words. "We the jury find, in this matter, for the Defendant." Jacky had done it! She had won the first trial where she was in charge. Hell yes! After the jury left, her client shook her hand and she started packing her bag. She had let her young second chair walk the client out and take the rest of the congratulations. She hated the thought of being asked to go out to dinner or some such nonsense. "So about that drink Ms. Frederick?" His voice startled her once more. A look up into his hazel eyes made her blush as she remembered her prior invitation. "Why don't you just come to my office around 7? We'll skip the drink and go right to celebrating." Oh my god, what the hell? That was the Domme voice and she had just used it in public and in a courtroom. He was surprised to say the least. It was Friday and she knew that no one would be around the office so late, and if they were no one would suspect anything. I mean she had Bourbon in her office to have a drink with someone occasionally, so who would think? Was she going to do this though? Was she going to break rules and take a leap like this? Maybe he would say no...oh please don't say no she thought. Her post-verdict high made her think the, oh so familiar, why not? You only live once. "7 is great. Should I bring the drinks?" His words were music, but she wanted him to know now what he was getting into. She didn't want him to be surprised later, she just wanted him. Her gaze was steady as was her voice, but inside her pulse was racing. "Who said we'd need drinks? Just bring that sexy smile." She smiled finished packing and got up to leave. "7 it is then." He smiled at her with what he thought was full knowledge. Her departure from the room left the two cops in her mind in the room together. She could not help but wonder if they would chat. Her mind wandered as she walked to her car at the thought of both men servicing her at once. God, that would be heaven. As she let her thoughts go there, she felt that familiar Domme creep in. She was welcome this time, and she was going to get to play tonight. Chapter VIII - Her Private Angel, part 1 Her Private Angel - Part 1 At 7pm, Jacky sat in her office with her door closed pouring through her back-logged work e-mails. A shy knock on her office door made her jolt in her seat. Was it him? She had wondered if he would show up, not sure if he had thought she was joking. As she walked across the room to answer the door, she wondered if this was a good idea again. She knew she shouldn't play with toys at work. It had been a big enough chance playing with Oliver, but Dean had tempted her and she needed this fix. She convinced herself that maybe just this one time, but she knew the truth. She knew that if he let her have her way, he would be a fascination until this lust ran its course. That in mind, she reached out and opened her office door with her head slightly down so she could look up at him coyly. She pulled the door open slowly, and he came in. The nervousness was visible on him as he rubbed his hands together. She could almost hear his heartbeat quickening. It was exhilarating to see him nervous. He had been so calm the whole time they talked, and even on the stand. She wanted more than anything to know how he would react to her touch, how he would breathe when he was excited, what noises he would make. The excitement made her a little wet already by the time he was fully in the room. She stood there as he looked around her office. He was trying to be cool, and seem as if he was okay. Jacky moved to the edge of her desk, poised lightly on the edge already watching him. Eventually, he turned and asked, "now what?" Her smile grew slightly as she said calmly, "come here." She motioned the same with one finger. He walked over slowly, and she stood up from the desk edge. He put out his hands and placed them lightly on her hips. This slight touch was enough to release her need. Before she knew it the animal part of her had taken over. She turned him, making him lean against the desk. She was so close to him that even the slightest move would have them touching front to front. It was blissful and excruciating. He broke the silence, saying "I want you so bad right now." She felt the labor in his breathing behind those words. He must have been thinking of her for hours, and now he was in the perfect position to be used as she wished "Good." Her response was simple, yet commanding as she felt herself take control of the room. Her hands found his, and removed each slowly from her hips and helped him latch them on the edge of the desk. His look somewhat puzzled, gave way to willingness and acceptance as she smiled at him. Their eyes locked, and she asked that wonderful first question. "What do you like my toy?" "Everything." Like most men, his response was crass and one that needed to be worked on for future play. After answering, he leaned in to kiss her. "Not yet. Tell me what you like first." She decided to cut this one a break then as he stared her with an unsure look. "Let me help." She pressed against him, and moved her head to his left ear. "Do you like hot breath?" She let the lingering breath from her words flow onto his earlobe. "Mmmmm, yes." His response was sexy, his voice smooth. "Or cold air?" She whispered this second question slowly blowing on his earlobe afterward. Before he could respond, she ran her tongue around his earlobe and up the side of his ear. "Or licking?" This was delicious for her, and she could feel his heavy breathing. She loved the how his ear felt on her tongue. Yes, he would do nicely she thought. She had to remind herself to go slowly, though. Her nearly two month hiatus from toys had left her ravenous. Her dreams leading to today had been of throwing this man down and riding his face. She simply could not do that. It would ruin the dynamic before it even began. "I think I like the lick." He responded better than expected snapping her out of this inner dialogue. His smile showed he was open, and now she could not resist placing kisses on his neck. His neck was rugged yet soft. He clearly needed to shave, but she kissed along the line where his stubble met his smooth skin. "Mmmm." His soft mumble excited her as she placed each kiss precisely. His hand suddenly went to her left ass cheek, clutching. Oh, now she knew he liked his neck kissed. It was time for his first lesson though. She stopped, pulled back slightly looking into his eyes, and took his hand with her left. She unclenched it, and put it back on the edge of her desk. "Not yet, toys earn touch." "Really?" His skeptical response only hid his excitement at her control briefly. He was one that had never had a Domme, and she could read the enjoyment in his voice. She wondered if he would soon find her control addictive. He was very masculine, the epitome of a cop really, but he was excited by her. He might doubt it for a minute, but he would definitely want more of her. Her own smugness shocked her. Who was this woman? This woman that appeared to read a man so quickly, was not Jacky Frederick. No more was she awkward and unsure of what she wanted. She was the Domme now. As soon as his hand was secure on her desk again, her mouth was back on his neck, gentle flicks of her tongue on his adam's apple had him making soft noises. She took her time then and gave the other side of his neck the same soft precise treatment. When she kissed his chin, she knew he understood. He did not lean to kiss her. Looking right in his eyes, she slid her finger along his bottom lip. "Yummy." She said and caught her lip between her teeth. She kissed his jaw line as slowly as she could, and ran her tongue across his bottom lip. When she leaned back, his face said it all. He was there, surprised, excited, but unsure - perfect, just perfect. Her hands wasted no time and went to his chest. She started undoing the buttons on his flannel shirt, so happy he had not worn his jacket to her office. It was one less thing to remove, she thought. Her green eyes locked with his as she moved perfectly down his front button by button. She leaned in and could smell his deodorant, so masculine, yet a little sweet. She leaned back admiring how sexy he looked, and how ready he was for her. Her command was almost sweet then. "Off." He obeyed and took the shirt off. "Undershirt too." He had his hesitation here, as he took off his t-shirt. "When do I get to touch you?" "Good toys get to touch." Her words surprised him at first. "And what do good toys do?" Oh yes, her moisture started flowing more now. She was going to get her fantasy. It was no longer a question of if she should or how far she should go. She was excited. He was hers. "Stand up, turn around." His trust started at that moment as he turned without even looking over his shoulder. He was ready. Her mouth found his back, admiring the tattoos on his shoulders. His skin was tanned, and he had a tattoo on each shoulder. One was an eagle and the other a skull. Interesting she thought. She tasted his skin, salty and warm. Her hands felt over his hard ass. "Yummy," again escaped her lips. He spread his legs slightly, and she let her hands run to every inch that beautiful ass, and just down between his legs. She caught his hand as it came back to grab her, then reached for the other one and placed both down on the desk. His belt was the next item to come off, and now her chest was against his back feeling his heart beat faster. She wanted this man, he was hers now. Her hands ran the length of his back again. "Turn around." Her voice came out harsh, almost a bark. She was fucking horny. Her efforts to slow herself down were faltering and she soaked through her panties at the sight of him. He complied quickly, and when he turned she saw that beautiful smooth chest of his. Not shaved, natural. His chest was that same nice tan color, with only wisps of dirty blond hair around his nipples, now hard with excitement. His hands were already grasping the edge of the desk like a good toy. She smiled at his obedience, just what she needed. "Do you want to kiss me?" Yes." He was so eager now, and the coyness had left his voice completely. "Yes...Lady Jacky." He understood and accepted with a reply of, "Yes, Lady Jacky." She leaned in. "Kiss me sweetie." His kiss was full of passion, wet and soft. His mouth ravenous for hers, needing to taste her. His eagerness ran through his tongue as she let him play in her mouth. She felt a rush of wet cum fill her own panties. She almost didn't notice his hand grabbing the back of her head. He was desperate to keep her though, to not be denied more contact. She pulled back. "No touch." Her command was simple and his hand again retreated to the desk. She realized that she was fully against him, and could feel his hard cock through his pants on her thigh. So, this one dressed to the right she thought, interesting. She moved her body slightly straddling his right leg. Her hands found the top of his pants, and she could almost feel his relief as she unbuttoned just the top button. She ran her fingers over the top edge of his pants, sending a palpable shiver through him. She leaned down tasting his sweet nipples as she slid his zipper down slowly. He was exquisite. His hands never left the desk despite his excitement. She felt his hips move slightly as her hands moved down his shaft but kept going over top his pants. Her fingertips missed the head of his now fully hard cock intentionally. She wanted to toy with him, and make him accept her control. When she bent her knees and slid to the ground, his eyes fluttered closed anticipating what she might do next. Her tongue of course only ran across the top edge of his pants, teasing. She wanted to taste him, but knew she had to stay in control to make this what she needed. She caught just a little piece of skin on his lower abdomen between her teeth. She wanted to hear him gasp, and he obliged. He did not protest though, which of course made her smile. She stood back up now, their eyes meeting. She let the moment hang there, let him wait. Then her hand was on him again, this time she had slid it between his pants and his underwear. Boxer briefs, oh my God, boxer briefs, yes. Why she loved those she did not know, but god the ribbing in the fabric sent heat directly to her pussy. Now, she was rubbing his cock through his underwear, and he was so hard. Her hand movements flooded her own pussy with blood. She felt herself starting to ache as her wetness increased. Each wince of pleasure in his eyes brought her closer to losing control. "Don't cum until I tell you to. Tell me if you 're close and I'll stop." His nod and breathless assent were enough to let her know he was already close. His involuntary hip movements were mimicked by the flexing in his biceps as he gripped the desk tighter. Her strokes became steady, but remained slow. The Closet Domme Ch. 07-08 "Stop." His word was harsh and urgent in its meaning. She obliged and stopped immediately removing her hand. "If you touch me will it be too much for you?" She whispered to him, wondering what his response might be. "May I please touch Lady Jacky?" His response made her catch her breath. Yes, her brain screamed, touch me everywhere. She steadied herself, and took his left hand off the desk. "Touch, softly, and slowly." She placed his hand on her face with his thumb inches from her lips. His understanding was perfect, as he slid his hand down the back of her head around the front of her neck. He was clumsy as he slid it down her chest. She could tell he was trying to be gentle, but was excited. He would be easy to teach. Her own breath quickened as he reached her skirt. He pulled out the elastic waistband, and eased his hand into her panties. When his middle finger slid onto her wet clit they gasped together in pleasure. That enjoyment had to be short though, she wanted him to get close again. "Stop." Her command was simple and he obliged. His hand found its place on the desk edge once more. She grabbed it, after he had placed it down again like a good toy. She turned and led him to the couch on the other side of her office. She wanted him to be able to lean back and watch what she did to him. She sat him down in the center, and put one knee between his legs. Her hands slid his pants down just enough so she could reach into his underwear and pull out his hard cock. That's how she wanted him displayed. She knelt now between his legs admiring the shaft with only a few veins. It was white unlike his chest and back. His head only slightly flared, so she knew she could play some now. He was breathing heavily in anticipation. She wondered what was going through his mind. Was he thinking how he had gotten to this point? Was he thinking of her, or was he just blank and hoping for release? She pursed her lips and blew a slow stream of cold air on him. He shivered. "Where do you want my hands Lady Jacky?" "Your choice, and good boy for asking." Her smile showed him he had finally understood what was expected of him. As she leaned in towards his cock, his hands hesitantly found her hair. He lightly touched just the top of her head, almost afraid to make a wrong move and end this adventure. Only one inch from his rock hard shaft she stopped, and let her hot breath escape her mouth. It was enough to make him throw his head back. His fingers entangled in her hair now. She moved slowly up and down letting him feel her hot, wet mouth, letting him get more excited. She extended her tongue then, and licked her way from his base up his full length. His groan let her know that he was enjoying every second. As she reached the tip, she felt his hands tighten on her head. "Stop, please." His breathing now labored he was almost begging. Not for what he wanted of course, but for her to know he was doing what she wanted. She moved next to him, and rewarded him again, removing her shirt. His eyes did what his hands weren't allowed to and he scanned every line of her white lace bra. Her chest was flushed now, which always coincided with feeling the blood pulse in her pussy. "May I touch Lady Jacky?" "Yes." One of his hands was on her chest immediately and cupping her breast. "Enough." He obeyed dropping his hand. She moved to her knees then straddling his legs, and lifted her skirt to show her white panties. "Taste." He complied kissing her just above her dark curls. His tongue made her even wetter. He was careful to leave his hands on the couch, and she was so proud of this new toy. She shifted back to sitting next to him, and started lightly stroking his cock again with just one finger. His groaning started almost immediately. "Do you want to cum?" "Please Lady Jacky." Her heart leaped, she loved to watch a man cum, loved how it felt, how they sounded, how their bodies moved. She had dreamed of this moment only nights before. She kept her slow strokes for a few more moments. Then, she grabbed his full girth in her hand. He was so hard and flaming hot. "Wait." She whispered causing a grimace on his face. She got up briefly to find the lotion from her drawer. He would be her coconut now. She returned to him bottle in hand. A look of relief showed across his face. Now, she could not resist, her own wetness clouding her judgment. "Tell me who's cock this is." He looked at her puzzled only for a second. "Your cock Lady Jacky." This earned him the opening of her lotion bottle and the slow squeeze of droplets onto his head. "Are you going to give me my cum now?" She grabbed him again, needing to feel his hardness in her hand. "Yes, Lady Jacky, please." His desperation made her eager to have him cum all over her hand. She stroked then, slowly at first and quicker with each new sound of pleasure that came out of his throat. When his sounds grew synchronized to her movements, she knew she should stop and regain control, but she was too excited now. She sped up pausing each time she let her hand slide over his head. Then, she felt his hand grip her thigh and he looked at her, breath catching. She watched as he moaned and hot streams of cum shot out of his cock. It did not even phase him as they fell on his chest and stomach. His hips moved with her hand and she continued to milk every last drop from him. "Oh fuck." The exclamation was almost a sigh as he relaxed from his ejaculation. She stood up, and went to get his undershirt. Walking back to the couch, she handed it to him. "Clean up." He took it and lovingly wiped her hand and then his own chest. When he went to clean his wet cock, she stopped him. "No, that's my cock." She leaned down and took him into her mouth completely, hearing him moan again. She pulled up his underwear and his pants, then. "Do you want to touch me now?" It was the moment she knew would come. How much training would she have to do with this one? Would he be another rejection like the last try? "Yes please Lady Jacky." His response was music in her ears. She turned around and sat back into his lap. His now receding cock against her partially exposed butt cheeks as she pulled up her skirt. His hand was on her in a second, moving her panties to the side. His fingers danced easily to her clit. She would let him have control for a moment now, so long as he made her feel good. Soon his other hand pushed her hair out of the way and he was kissing her neck. His fingers made her closer by the second as he stroked her. She could feel her clit hardening just a little as he applied more pressure. "You feel so good." His words came out again perfectly. His other hand now joined with his first. She felt him slide his fingers inside her rubbing her g-spot, still massaging her clit with his other hand. She rocked her hips against his hands feeling how close she was. And then , pop, she came, hearing her own voice escape her lips in a half-whimper, half-moan. The pulsing against his fingers felt exquisite and she heard him gasp. His fingers did not stop though, and as she continued to rock against him she felt herself explode again. This one was not as powerful as the first, but a welcome release for her still throbbing pussy. She put her hands on his and stopped him. She knew she had more, but wanted to stay in control for the rest of this time. She fixed her underwear and moved to sit next to him again. He was speechless. They sat for what seemed like forever, before she got up and put on her shirt again. "I have to get back to work now dear, time to go." Her words seemed to baffle him, but he obliged and got up. He did not put his undershirt back on, but as he was buttoning his flannel, he walked up to her desk where she now sat. "I don't know what to say - wow. Umm, I, I've never cum from just a hand job before, not like that at least." Ah, the familiar words of another clueless man. He had no idea what he was in for and the firsts that he would have with her. He wanted to know though. "You've never been with me before dear." Her response was poised and calculated. Now that her orgasm had subsided she was much more in control of herself and able to joust with her words again. "Do you want more?" She asked as a rhetorical question for the soon to be angel. "Yes. Are you always, so...well controlling?" She couldn't tell if he was asking that for information or because he wanted more of it. "Always, and you will love it. Now, would you like to be my private little angel?" Her words were full of confidence and playful at the same time. "Definitely. I just don't know if I have ever had a girl like you." "Oh, we're just getting started angel, if you want to go down this rabbit hole with me, I'll help you. You have to tell me your boundaries though." What? And the surprises kept on coming for her. This woman inside of her was amazing. Unflappable confidence in the courtroom was one thing, but she was literally telling this man that she knew it all and would show him. What the hell was she thinking? "Boundaries?" His question was simple and showed his knowledge was even less than hers. "Yes, I need to know your soft limits, the ones you are willing to let me dance around, and your hard limits, the ones you don't want to cross. Then, we can play more...privately." "I don't really know what limits to set, uhh...I guess no cutting it, I'm not okay with that." "Okay, I don't like cutting either, what about scratching? Biting? Bruises?" She smiled as his eyes lit up with interest. "Wow, I ..." He was not sure what to do right now. "I tell you what, let's just chat tomorrow. You know that Starbucks across the street..." The Closet Domme Ch. 09 The next day, despite her hopes of meeting Dean at the Starbucks for light playtime, he had called saying that he had to go on a run for someone else at Jacky's office. She knew she couldn't interfere with his work, especially if she hoped to keep things secret. In her excitement at leaving him wanting more the night before, she had merely told him to call her and had forgotten to tell him to keep his mouth shut. She hoped that wouldn't bite her in the ass one day. As she sat at her house drinking coffee that afternoon, she wondered if Dean would be like Oliver. Would he be as sweet and eager to please? Would she want that again? She started to have dark thoughts then of the ways in which she could push Dean further than Oliver. Dean seemed so much more rugged, so much more masculine than Oliver. She couldn't help but think how she wanted to break this man in like a young horse. Tame him into submission when she wanted it. Was it possible? Was she capable? That evening, Dean called. It sent a rush of heat to her face to just answer the phone. "Hello." Her words were as simple as could be with no intention behind them yet. "Hey, so I know it's late for coffee, but want to meet up still?" He was fishing, but she liked it. "Your place? I could come over in a few minutes depending on where you live." "Sounds awesome, maybe we can watch a movie or something." How foolish this little toy of hers was. She was hungry tonight like a lion thinking of her prey. He was in trouble, and he didn't even know it. He gave her his address willingly, and she knew it would take 20 minutes or so to get there. When they hung up, her perusal of her closet for another play date began. The red heels caught her eyes, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction yet. She settled on a pair of yoga pants and a sweater over a tank top. She looked casual, but cute. A pair of sandals sealed the outfit. And, she was off. ****************************** After a short car, she found Dean's place. He lived in a huge Victorian house in the bottom floor apartment. She parked on the street in front and went up to knock on the door. A welcome smile and those god-forsaken hazel eyes met her on the other side. "Hey beautiful. Come in." His words were charming. He was laying it on thick assuming he had to work to get more sexual gratification. "Hi." She walked in casually as if she had no idea what he was expecting. Once his door shut, she turned and he was upon her. He grabbed her kissing her softly and holding her back. She recoiled moments after he started. "Dean, look, I'm a Domme. You need to learn how to be with a Domme. And, you have to keep this strictly between us. That means no telling anyone at the office, and don't even act like anything is going on there." She was forceful with him. She was eager to get to the point. She wanted to use him tonight and teach him that she was in charge. "I think I can handle whatever you have to offer Lady Jacky, and you never have to worry about the office finding out. I can keep a secret... Does that mean that kissing you is not okay?" He was cocky, too cocky. He stood there in black slacks with no socks or shoes on. The slacks held up by a belt and then just a plain black t-shirt on top. He had the air of that guy at the end of the bar that every girl wants, who walks around like peacock expecting to have his way with a lady of his choosing. Fuck it, she thought, he can handle anything can he? Can he? Well let's find out. "You want to kiss me huh? You don't even know how to kiss. I want to show you, and then I want to find out exactly what you can handle." She was more than brazen now, she was a queen and he was in for it. She wasn't the kind of girl that went for his type. She seldom looked twice at the hot guy at the bar, going instead for someone more austere. Dean, though, he wanted her and he had to earn it. She walked over to him, and without touching him she pressed against him forcing him to back up. He soon fell back into his couch. It was a blue fabric, and he looked stunning on it. The grin he flashed back said he was expecting her to straddle him right there and fuck him. Instead, Jacky down and placed a kiss gently on his lips. He did not kiss back. She kissed harder then, letting her lips dance on his and her tongue flit out between. "Mmmmmm." His murmur showed his beginning of understanding. She was kissing him like she enjoyed kissing, not a response to him, but as the aggressor. She did straddle him then, but only oto make it easy to keep kissing. Her mouth frolicked over his, and when his lips parted slightly she took the opportunity to let her tongue slid in to caress his. She slid it around slowly, rubbing the sides of his tongue and catching his top lip on the way out. As she pulled back she saw the look of surprise and adoration on his face. He truly had never been kissed like that before. His hands lay at his sides just as she preferred, at least he had kept that knowledge from the day before. She stood up then. "Take it out and jerk off for me right now." She wasn't asking. She wanted to watch him cum right there on her terms. "Right here? Do you like that?" He looked at her with a curiosity. It was as if he could not fathom a woman liking that. "Yes, I want to watch you cum angel. I want you to make me wet. Now show me." The hesitation left him as he complied. This was only the beginning, but she could tell how unsure he was of what was next. He undid his pants and without even lowering them pulled out his cock. It was only half hard when he did. She stood there over him watching in excitement. She smiled at the thought of watching a man jerk off for her. Not with her help, but for her. She presumed, although she did not know, that most men jerked off alone. This must be quite an experience to have a woman just stand over him and watch. His movements were casual at first. His right hand just stroked his shaft until he was hard and then he circled his shaft with two fingers and slid them up and down over his head and down his length. She had to admit that she had never seen a man jerk off like that. She had watched porn and all that, but he was just doing this naturally, organically. This was how he jerked off alone. He was not showboating that she could tell, but he was just doing as he was told. He watched her face too, and she smiled at him. She bit her lip as she got more and more excited watching him. She wasn't sure if it was the act that made her excited, or if it was watching him in pleasure. As she stood there over him, she did not avert her eyes or touch herself, she just watched. His eyes winced as he got close and she held his gaze. Her glances to his cock were fewer and further between as she watched his expressions of pleasure. He looked beautiful like this, and he was doing it for her. It made her pussy start to get wet as she watched. Their eyes locked in the shared heat of that moment together. At some point, he stopped caring that he was being watched and started to make more and more rapid movements with his hand. Then, he slid his other hand into his pants and cupped his balls, fondling them as he grew louder. Fascinating, she thought. Oliver had never really enjoyed her playing with his balls too much, but Dean apparently really enjoyed it. It was nice to watch and see what this man liked. "Oh, oh, oh fuck, yes." His finish was not as eventful as the night before and his cum certainly did not spurt out as far as it had. She hoped that she could make him louder and more excited as they played. It was nice though that he again did not care about the cum spurting all over his t-shirt. She moved in straddling him again and took a taste of his cum from his tip. It tasted sweet, that was nice she thought. But, she wanted and needed more, much more. His daze made her wonder if he could get excited again, but watching her taste his juice made his eyes grow lustful again. "Okay, show me your room." She stood up expecting him to do her bidding. He stood up dutifully, and pulled off his t-shirt. He quickly wiped his hand and his cock, and threw on the ground. He also buttoned the top button of his pants, in some form of modesty. As he took her hand with his right, she was thrilled at the thought of how that hand had just pleasured him. She also could not help herself from being excited that he was silent and obeying. He didn't question, and more importantly didn't tell her he was done. He led her down the hallway of his apartment to a shut door. When he opened it, she was pleasantly surprised by a fairly clean room with a large bed in the center. He had cleaned it, maybe not for her, but it was nice that it was clean. His bed was covered in a dark red bedspread and his walls painted a light grey. The room was very inviting with several lamps around that were controlled by the light switch. They filled the room with a sexy glow as he flicked the switch when she walked past him. Jacky gazed around briefly. She could feel him near her though, and her own excitement started to rise. "Angel, lay down on the bed flat. Leave your pants on." Dean walked over to his bed, eyes locked on hers, then he lay down and moved into a position where his head was on the pillows. God, he was so sexy there. His skin looked soft and inviting and his hands on the bedspread signaling his obedience were a beautiful sight. Jacky slipped off her shoes and slid her pants and panties down. Dean watched her intensely. Every movement seemed to make him want her more. His gaze alone was making her drip. She even saw him take a special glance at her soaked panties. At least he would know that his show in the living room made her excited. She paused for a second letting the air get thicker before she slowly climbed up on the bed and straddled his chest. She was silent as she moved herself to be inches from his face on the pillows. Her entire pussy was in his face. "Do you want to watch me now?" Her words reflected that she was about to show this man what no other had watched her do before. And it wasn't at his request, but as a present for him being a good angel. His nod was accentuated by his breathing that she could feel on her pussy. It was all she needed as she moved her own right hand to her clit. She rubbed in circles at first letting her fingers wet her clit from her own hole. Then, her movements grew faster and faster as she felt her own pleasure build and her pussy start to ache as the blood flowed in. She wanted to hurry to this orgasm, because she knew it would not be her only one of the night. He watched intently as she stroked herself right before his eyes. She had spread her knees so that his arms were pinned at his side. It wasn't long before watching this man's face and realizing how hot she herself must look in that moment that she came. He watched in fascination at the view of her pulsing pussy. She wondered if he could see the contractions flow across the lips and down her clit. "Now you know how to touch you Lady J, right?" Her question was another of dominance somehow. This was instruction for him. She only paused for a moment before rising up enough to turn around and sit backwards on his face. This wasn't like the time with Oliver though, she wasn't going to touch his cock while he ate her. "Clean me, all of me now." Her command was simple and his response quick. His hands had been freed in this new position and he grasped her hips firmly. She was going to stop him, but when his tongue ran the length of her lips she decided to let him touch her this time. His tongue licked her from clit to ass hole and everywhere between. He scoured every inch of her with his mouth. As he did, she moved to better and better angles and she felt her next orgasm quickly approached. She found herself rubbing her clit against his chin as his tongue found her hole. He was greedy in his thrusting and she was surprised to feel his tongue flick at her g-spot. He was gifted. Not long after he began this exploration, she found herself cumming once more, this time a rougher wave of pleasure pulsed through her. She grunted loudly and nearly fell forward as she caught herself on his chest. A grunt she thought, since when do I grunt? It was very masculine in her mind and more of a reaction to the release. She had never actually had a man lick her ass like that before and then to explore inside with his tongue. He was great at oral, she felt like she should give him a medal. She turned around to sit on chest again, and removed her tops and her bra. He stared, and moved with her as she flipped onto her back. His eyes scanned over her from her face to her feet. "Angel, I want you to kiss every inch of me." Her command again was obeyed in silence and without question. She was making herself into the queen she wanted to be. He started slowly at her feet kissing each toe and up each foot. Next, he found his way up her shins one and then the other. The sensation of his lips on her so softly and with such care made her feel wonderful. He was being such a good angel. After kissing her knees he made his way up her thighs. He was laying at her side as kissed his way through her dark curly bush. He continued his movement then up her stomach and onto her breasts. He took care to place each nipple into his mouth. She did not move at all as he did this, enjoying the thought of being serviced by this man. After her neck, he did not move to her mouth but instead each arm in turn. His eyes held her gaze then as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, each closed eye, her cheeks and finally her mouth. He put his hands on her gently helping her roll onto her stomach before finding his way back to her feet once more. As he approached the top of her thighs from behind, he spread her legs and with one single lick combed over her entire sex and ass hole. His kisses on her butt showed his excitement was growing as they grew rougher and more rapid. He made his way up her back and then down each arm before moving her hair and kissing the back of her neck. She rolled over when he was done to face him. "Now what would you like, Lady J?" His smile showed his willingness. The smugness had dissolved into a ravenous lover intent on pleasing her. She shoved backward so he fell flat on the bed. Her mouth found his right nipple and she nipped it between her teeth. He gasped, but did not stop her. She found the other next and did the same. Her exploration down his stomach was sweet but when she reached his pants she stopped to undo the button. She slid off the bed, and stood looking at him for a moment. His excitement was obvious as he made a tent in his pants before her eyes. She moved quickly, whisking off his pants and has underwear. He had on a different pair of boxer briefs tonight, but she did not even care. She stood watching him there again, his breathing was labored as his excitement grew. Dean was enjoying being watched and looked at like prey. Jacky was surprised in that moment at how forceful and aggressive she felt. She looked at him and then pounced, putting his cock in her mouth completely. She did not want to taste and lick him now, she wanted to suck the cum out of his cock hard. She found herself enjoying the feeling of thrusting him to the back of her throat and the sensation of a hard sucking motion each time she reached the tip pulling him out. When his hands went to her head she threw them backward, not welcoming his touch. Her hands clutched at his stomach and she mouth fucked his cock harder and harder. She did not care about any pain or any gagging and the more the spit poured from her mouth the harder she dug her nails into his stomach. She did not even realize that she had drawn blood in a few spots as he gasped and moaned at the same time. "Ouch, oh fuck." His cry was pain and pleasure combined and she continued. Then, she felt his abs clench as cum spurted out of his cock and down her throat. She didn't savor it though, but instead pulled her mouth away and stood up watching him cum from a distance. It was incredibly sexy watching this man spurt on himself and knowing she had forced his orgasm with no words just forced him to cum for her a second time that night. His pleasure was silent then with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Dean lay there breathing heavily as he finished cumming and he looked at her with shock and pleasure on his face at the same time. She wondered for an instant if she had gone too far. Her actions were unlike any she had done before. She hadn't given this man head right now, she had taken his cum from him. It wasn't the act of a whore like she always thought of that type of blow job, but rather that of a predator that was hungry. She stood before him breathing for an eternity with hunger on her face. She was waiting for a minute before pouncing once again. "Fuck that was amazing." His words made it okay, and she knew that the pain didn't matter to him. She had surprised him completely. Had he ever had a woman do that to him? She had never deep throated before tonight, and she wasn't even surprised at herself. She liked it, not because it felt good, but because it felt filthy. She liked filthy when it was her choice, not his request. She leaned down and licked his cum from his body then, now allowing herself to enjoy its taste. The sweetness made her wetter than ever. He moaned as she ran her tongue over his cock again and again. Her licks across his abdomen drew inhalations as she licked her own nail marks. She slid her tongue up his stomach and between his nipples as she made her way to his mouth. Her kisses then were excited and full of desire for more of him. She wasn't savoring his mouth as before, but devouring him. He returned her kisses with the same desire. She moved her body onto his and could feel his cock awakening once again. She liked that Dean was able to spring back just as quickly as Oliver. Dean barely went soft this time at all, but instead just drooped slightly before coming back to full attention. As he grew harder she slid up spreading her legs once she was past his cock. Then she slid back downward, catching his cock against her own wet pussy with his head pressing against her ass cheeks. She drew her legs together to hold him there and locked her ankles. She slid herself into position then between his open legs and slid her pussy up and down along his cock. His arms flew to the headboard above him grabbing for anything to hold. As she moved up and down she drew herself closer to his shaft using her inner things and a down stroke each time to rub him tight against her clit. "I'm close...Lady J, really close." His words were softened, more of a bedroom voice in their tone. "Don't cum until I do angel." Her words again were a command because she wanted her own orgasm. She wanted to cum against his cock. Her movement continued as he looked into her eyes. She could almost feel the flash of pleasure in her green eyes as she looked back. The way he was looking at her was different than he had before. It was like he understood that not only did she control, but she did whatever she wanted to his body and used it as she pleased. He enjoyed it, but it was not his choice to change any of it. "UHHHH...oh fuck yes." Her moan came out as she felt her familiar pop and she clenched against him tightly. The waves of her orgasm continued as she moved only the slightest bit to keep it going. She had stopped looking at him completely, when "Oh god...oh, oh, aaaah." His words escaped him loudly and she felt cum fall onto her ass and back. Each hot splash enhancing her own pleasure that continued as she moved. She froze in that position for a few moments enjoying their combined mess. The Closet Domme Ch. 09 Pushing herself up on her hands, she looked into his face. He didn't smile back, but just looked at her. She leaned in and they kissed each other. This kiss was small and sweet. She unlocked her legs and rolled off of him. She fell forward than resting on her stomach. "Angel, I need to be cleaned." Dean did not miss a moment, and he got up and headed for the bathroom next door to his room. She heard the water running and he returned in the next few moments with a towel moistened with warm water. He gently rubbed her back and ass clean, then used the warm towel to wipe her now numbed pussy. When he was done and cleaning himself she stood and got dressed next to his bed. "Do you want to stay and..." She put her finger to his lips to quiet him. "No, I'm going home." She smiled, put her shoes on and left. She wasn't going to stay here, and make this a date? No way, he was a toy. She was going to go home and enjoy her world now that she was satisfied once again. The smile on her face was immense as she drove away from Dean's house. She could get away with causing him pain. Not like pain with Oliver and the riding crop, but pain with her nails. How exquisite was that? She realized during that car ride that the Domme was going nowhere. It wasn't a secret part of her that needed to be hidden. It was her. It was all her. The Closet Domme Ch. 10 Her Private Angel – Part 3 Dean was fun, and as much as he was puzzled with each new request that Jacky made, he always complied. Jacky would soon discover that he had very few boundaries, which allowed her to go deeper down the rabbit than even she expected. After the Saturday evening's hectic pace, Jacky took several days before she even really thought about sex again. She had been completed sated both with seeing him cum and with her own orgasms. When days went by with no communication, Dean sent her a simple text message. "How are you?" It was a generic message, clearly meant to cross no boundaries and to just let her know she was thinking about him. Jacky did not respond, but instead let him wait as she worked away. ************************* As she was preparing a motion on that Thursday, she had let the hours slip by without noticing. She had moved from her desk to her couch, laptop in front of her typing away. "Hey, you're still working?" His words startled her. She had been buried in her work and was desperately trying to finish this motion before going home. The thought that he was in the office was surprising to her, although she knew he was working closely with a partner preparing for a large trial. "Yes, why private angel?" The use of his nickname in public caught her off guard. She was still unhappy with herself at playing in the office the last time, and had vowed to keep her private play and work separate. She looked up at him and saw the same surprise on his face. "You know everyone else has gone home, it's almost 8." His words laid out his thinking without his even trying to hide it. "I have to finish this motion, Dean, and it's killing me." She used his name now intentionally to make sure he understood what she was doing was important. She just needed time to do 2 more paragraphs and she could call it quits. She was sitting on her couch legs stretched before her, with no shoes on as she typed. She had hoped that her professional atmosphere and her words would deter him as she was not really in the mood herself. "May I rub your feet while you work Lady J?" He was clearly in the mood and wanted a chance to push her there as well. As much as she wanted to deny him, a good foot rub wouldn't be the end of the world, she thought. Besides, with her mood as it was, she felt comfortable to use him like this. "Yes, angel, but be quiet and do not interrupt. Also, shut that door and lock it on your way in." He did as he was told and dropped his dark green coat on the small table near her door. God he was sexy right now she thought.....oh crap what was she thinking. She had to get focused. Dean climbed onto the couch and seized her feet immediately. She had no stockings on today, so he took his time to run his hands down her calves and start rubbing. Moments in he stood up and went to her desk drawer to grab her lotion – oh the coconut lotion. Fuck, this one knew how to please her. Perhaps Dean would be a long-term affair she thought. She wasn't sure yet, though, even his coming to her office today was a little past what she wanted to allow him to do. Before allow herself to continue on this path, she buried herself back into her motion work. His hands started to work magic kneading out her tired feet as she worked. She soon finished her last two paragraphs and started proof reading. He continued his motions without stopping as he did so. He wasn't trying anything sexual, just pleasing his Lady with a foot rub, how nice of him. When she was done with her motion, she hit print, and got up pulling her feet from his hands. He was surprised to see her walk around her desk and put her shoes on as well as her coat. When she grabbed her briefcase, he was still sitting on the couch just watching her. "Angel, meet me tomorrow around 6, after work, at that small café down the street on the corner." She knew he was surprised, but she did not turn around and instead just walked out of the office placing the motion on Brenda's desk as she went by. Dean was going to learn his place. ******************************** By 530 the next day, Jacky found she was ravenous again. It was something about the thought that Dean had been forced to wait for her and to do her bidding that had her enthralled now. She had been sitting for the last few minutes at her desk legs bouncing as she thought about what to do with him. The café she had picked was small and dimly lit. She kept wondering if she could escape with him to the bathroom, or if he would want to go to his house again. No, she thought, it's time to test my boundaries and his. She finally couldn't take it any longer, and pulled her stuff together to rush out the door and head for her car. Her excitement had flushed her chest already and she could almost feel Dean's beautiful cock in her hand. Once in her car, Jacky had to stop for a minute. She couldn't believe how much she wanted Dean's cock. She had gone from this attorney with an average dating past to a ravenous Domme who craved cock. It made her smile thinking that if she ever told anyone about this they would never believe her. She honestly wondered if she had been forthright in advance with Dean if he would have even considered meeting her the first time. ******************************* The café was fairly full when she arrived, it was 6pm exactly. Dean was sitting in the back at a small table with a drink in front of him already. She smiled at the hostess and pointed in his direction, which allowed her leave to walk over without waiting. "Hey, you look great." She smiled at him thinking he had to say that. She was wearing a light grey skirt suit with a dark purple top and her faux snakeskin pumps. They were part of her re-imaging of herself, but still a respectable 3 inches high. This new look of hers did turn heads, but it was still just her work clothes. She didn't understand how that would make him say what he did. "Hi, may I sit?" She asked rhetorically of course. He gestured to the chair smiling. She sat down, not like she had with the flyboy in that faked poise, but this time with a real poise. Dean was wearing jeans again with a long sleeve grey cotton t-shirt. He had that same olive green coat hanging on the back of his chair. He looked casual, but still had the air of a cop about him. Maybe that was what made him so sexy to her. He smiled at her question and gestured to the chair. She sat down across from him without even crossing her legs. She had lost the part of her that was a proper lady at the door, and now she was the Domme that did as she pleased. The table had a small table cloth, which immediately gave Jacky ideas. She remembered how she was stopped from doing as she wanted with the flyboy and safety angel by the need for discretion. Here, though, the part of Dean that she cared about was hidden from public view. "So, I have to tell you Jacky, the other night was intense." His words were a whisper as his own sense of what they had done creeped into his eyes. She saw the small wrinkles at the corners of his hazel eyes as a slight smile crept to his face. She scooted her chair in a little as he spoke and removed her right foot from her heel, crossing her right leg over her left under the table. "Tell me angel, was it too much for you to handle." She smiled coyly, almost daring him to admit his limitations. "No, I can handle anything you wanna give me, but just..... I mean, holy shit. I still have nail marks on my stomach." His smugness returned slightly and it only ignited her desire to repeat that night with him. "So, what was so intense angel? Was it jerking that nice cock off for me?" She uncrossed her legs and slid her right foot across his chair between his legs. "That was interesting, can't say I've ever done it before." His hand went down to her foot and started to rub it. "Can I get you something to drink honey?" The waitress broke the connection between them for a moment. Jacky looked up and smiled sweetly. "I'll have a Jack and Coke please, on ice, with a cherry." She smiled at the waitress. Her drink was no longer one of an off-handed remark, but a particular taste she had developed. The diet coke had now been replaced by regular, because she no longer wanted any artificial taste, but the real thing....always. Getting her drink order, the waitress walked away and Jacky's glance fell back to Dean. "Or, angel, was it watching me rub my clit in your face?" She said it coldly looking directly in his eyes. "Honestly, that was incredible. No girl I have ever been with would do anything like that for me. It was ....intense." Jacky moved her foot to the side as he spoke. Her toes soon found his, unfortunately soft, cock through his baggy jeans. "What was incredible about it? How did it look?" She ran her big toe along his shaft now slowly exploring him as he started to get harder. Their eyes were locked across the table. "I loved how wet you were, and how.......you pulsed when you came. God, that made me so excited." Her foot moved consistently as he grew harder and harder under those pants. She saw the sweat start to glisten just a little on his lip as he spoke. It was so incredibly hot to hear him describe her pleasure. She was thinking of not only the feel of his cock now, but how it felt to be in the moment with him the other night. "Undo your pants." Her words were simple, she was testing him. He looked at her not sure if he was going to do as she asked. "Here? I...." He stammered. The waitress' return to their table gave him a few moments to consider his response. "Here you go honey, did you guys want anything to eat?" The waitress stood there waiting pen in hand. "I don't know. Dean are we staying or do you need to get home?" He looked at her steadily then and moved his hand in front of her foot to unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. Jacky smiled, "I think we will have a plate of steak fries to start please." The waitress left, and Jacky returned to smiling at her angel, her green eyes bright with the anticipation of fondling him in this crowded place. She wondered if they really had enough privacy to pull this off. "So, did you like eating my pussy too angel?" She smiled at him as she ran her toes around the opening created by the undoing of his zipper. "I loved it, you taste so good. I could put my tongue in you for hours." His words sent heat through her entire body. "Take it out angel, I want to feel you, now." Dean shifted in his seat slowly to make himself able to slide his pants down slightly and pull his cock out from his underwear. He scanned the room as he acted hoping no one could see. Everyone around not knowing that behind that jacket on the back of his chair a bit of ass sat bare. Mmmmmm, that incredible ass she thought. She wanted to bite it and slap it at the same time. "I enjoyed fucking you with my mouth until you came angel." He jolted in her chair as she used her foot on his cock to accentuate her words. Her toes playing across his head when she said the word "came." God this was so exciting for her. His cock felt so good hard against her foot. "I've never...um...had a girl well go that deep before. I felt like you were enjoying it even more than me, though." His words were labored as the sweat started to come out more across his upper lip. "I like gagging on your cock....and I could eat your cum for hours angel." Her words were full of seduction. She was trying to get him to cum just talking to him. She made each syllable hang on her lips as she said them using her foot on him steadily now. Her big toe was doing what her hand wanted to desperately. "Oh, my god, you have no idea how hot that sounds...." Dean's voice trailed off in a sigh of pleasure. His hand had joined her foot now and was rubbing along her ankle. "Or did you prefer me tasting the blood from where my nails dug in?" Her smile ended with her tongue curled up to touch her top lip. "I liked.....how....uhhh.....you rubbed your hot clit on my shaft. Oh, fuck.." His struggle to get the sentence out coincided with her spreading her toes to catch the sides of his cock as she moved downward. "Oh, angel, did you like how wet I was......how much your cock made me drip?" Her words fell thick from her mouth. She was wet now just thinking about that cock pressing against her. She could almost feel his head sliding along the bottom of her ass wet with her own cum. The steak fries were placed between them and neither even acknowledged the waitress as she left. Jacky seized a fry and took an exaggerated bite. Her teeth hitting made him jolt forward slightly. She stopped her foot then letting it rest against him. He was so hot and rock hard against her. She wanted to fuck him so badly. "Angel, put it away and let's eat." She put her foot down and back into her shoe as she started to devour those fries in front of her. Dean took a few moments and then readjusted himself under the table. He sat up after fixing his pants staring at her in disbelief. The denial of her attention seemed to make him wonder if he was going to get what he wanted. "You know I'd really like to feel you from the inside Lady J." He had finally regained his composure enough to slide a fry into his mouth as he spoke. "Beg me angel." She wanted to hear him now, plead to fuck her, beg for her pussy on his dick. She needed to have him wanting her. "Please let me shove my cock into your hot wet pussy Lady J." It was his turn to lay thick words out between them. There was something about the way he said pussy that made her excited. She wasn't excited to fuck him though, but to hear him beg more and more. Jacky looked down to realize they had finished the fries. She grabbed her drink and downed it quickly. "Come with me." She smiled and stood picking up her small purse on the way to the door. Dean stood, still a little excited from what Jacky could tell, and pulled out his wallet. He threw a few bills on the table and hurried to follow her outside. Once outside, Jacky took Dean's hand and looked at him. "Where's your car?" He understood and used her hand to steer her around the corner walking quickly in his desperation. He had parked in a garage just around the corner from the café. He led her up a flight of stairs and across 2 rows before they stopped at a red Charger. "Here it is, my baby." She smiled, how did she know that he would have some sort of muscle car? Of course, she preferred the old Chargers, but this new one wasn't bad. She admired his audacity in getting it in red. She also couldn't help but notice that he had backed into the spot, the mark of a cop as well. They were trained to do this she thought, to be ready to pull out at a moment's notice. It was she who led him then, but not to get in the car, to the back of the car. She carefully situated him against his trunk squeezing herself into the space between him and the wall. She wanted to do this openly to continue their little public tryst from before. She reached down to undo his pants once again and pulled out his cock being careful to leave his jeans up, but to slid his briefs down just enough for her to enjoy. Her hand quickly moved to her purse and pulled out the coconut lotion that she had now come to associate with Dean. After squeezing a small puddle of lotion in her hand and she put the lotion down on his trunk next to him. Her hand found its way onto his cock, which was still semi-hard from their play a few minutes before. She played with it and fondled about as she felt him get hard in her hand. Oh, god that wonderful feeling - a hard cock in her hand. Dean placed his hands back against the car, knowing what she expected now. She leaned up and ran her tongue across his neck and up his chin. She savored drawing a line across his bottom lip as her hand found its rhythm. She stroked quickly wanting to feel him cum. She couldn't wait to see him spill his load standing there so exposed. He didn't seem to care about the openness of the area, but instead looked her dead in the eyes as he made small noises of pleasure. Jacky kept his gaze for some time as she used his technique of two fingers wrapped around his shaft to fuck him with her hand. Dean started to move his hips slightly, in sync with her hand moving. "Oh, yes, fuck my hand Dean, fuck it like my pussy. Show me how you want to fuck me." Dean moved his hips a few times, and then his right hand flew to hers and he used his hand to guide hers faster and faster on his cock. "uh....yes, oh fuck yes, oh.........God, uh...." His last words coincided with his eyes wincing as he came. This time Jacky was close enough to feel his cum as it his her shirt and the top of her skirt. His eyes stayed open looking into hers as he spasmed in his orgasm. She liked the feel of his cum on her, she enjoyed the smell as it wafted up on the heat between them. Jacky wiped her hand on his shirt then and stepped out from behind the car. She had a wet spot on the bottom of her shirt and played in for a moment standing there looking at him. "Shall we see each other on Monday? Perhaps, we should try the mall say the Sears around 7?" "Do you want company home tonight?" His words were breathless even as he still fished to fuck her. "No, I'll be fine." Jacky walked away, not even turning back to look at him. **************************************** Jacky was laying in her bed that night eyes closed, and she could not stop thinking about her newest angel. He was so sexy, and she adored the way she was making him want her more and more. This latest encounter had made him admit how he wanted to be inside her. She wanted it too, but she wanted the heat of explosive sex. She wanted him to be so excited he fucked her like an animal. Every time that had happened to her before it wasn't because a man wanted her so badly, but because the man didn't know how to be with a woman. This time, she wanted to be fucked because she demanded it because she was in charge. ************************************** Monday night at 7 found her walking into the Sears at the end of the mall near her house. It was the only Sears within 20 miles, so she was sure Dean would find it. Sure enough as she passed through the tools a familiar smile greeted her. "Hi." He matched her pace walking with her slowly through the aisles as she nonchalantly veered into the men's section. "So, you are something else you know that." He was smug again. "How do you mean angel?" Her words were coy in response, but full of control. "You have me going crazy thinking about you, and you still keep teasing me. It makes me want you so bad I can't even believe it." His last words were borderline frustrated as he smiled at her. She just smiled back at him pretending to look at some jeans. "You should try these on angel, they would look good on you. What's your size?" Her words surprised him and he turned to look at the jeans she held. They were nearly identical to the ones he was wearing already. "What? Why? I don't need jeans Lady J." Her finger found his lips to quiet him. "Take a few pairs of jeans in your size and go try them on in the dressing room." Her eyes looked into his trying to convey her meaning. Dean was a quick learner, and he knew that anytime she looked at him like that and her voice lowered it was not a request. It was an order by his Domme and he needed to obey. He was soon moving about the men's department as Jacky continued to browse through shirts. After seizing 5 or 6 different pairs, he made a direct line to the men's dressing room. Jacky followed moments later, and stood near the entrance looking around for an attendant. She had known from shopping here before that the dressing rooms were staffed, but usually by only one person. This time it was an older woman, who was folding clothes nearby, probably trying to get her side work done prior to leaving that night. The Closet Domme Ch. 10 "Hi, my husband just came over with some pants to try on, is there any way I can go in and make sure he doesn't buy something that looks ridiculous on him?" Jacky's words were full of sweetness to this woman. She was selling her like she did clients and judges. "Sure, I understand, go ahead no problem." The lady waived Jacky in. Jacky walked down the aisle of dressing rooms noting that only one door was closed. Perfect, they would be alone in there, except for the sweet old woman outside. Jacky tapped lightly at the door to the room, and Dean opened it still fully dressed. He didn't smile at her this time, but looked at her with desire. His face was blank with excitement and his cock was already starting to show through his pants. She was on him in an instant, this time kissing his mouth. Dean kissed her back softly returning her movements, but not forcing any of his own. His hands were hesitant as they found her back, but became fixed when she didn't protest. They made out then against the wall like teenagers. Dean's hands didn't wander and neither did Jacky's as their kissing became more and more intense. She felt his body respond as he pressed against her. His hands tightened so much that he nearly pulled her out of her shoes. When she pulled back they were both breathing heavily. She said nothing, but dropped to her knees. "Give it to me angel." Her words were dark and guttural coming from somewhere deep inside her being. She was a starved animal and she wanted to taste him. Dean complied unzipping and freeing his hard cock from his underwear. Jacky wasted no time in her haste to have him in her mouth. She licked his head with the tip of her tongue and then ran it around the edge of his head. His sighing was all she needed to encourage her to spread her mouth wide and rub her full tongue along the bottom of his head and onto the top of his shaft. Then, she slowly slid him into her mouth, not as deep as the time at his house, but enough to garner a gasp from his mouth. She looked up at him catching his gaze on her face. She wondered how she looked right now with his cock half in her mouth. She kept his gaze as she slid him out and back in time after time. It felt good to have Dean in her mouth like this. He did not raise his hands to her head but had plastered himself against the wall enjoying the sensation. Her eyes closed then and she slid her tongue around him and pulled him out of her mouth using her hand to rub him over her chin and neck. She slid him back in and looked up once more. The intensity in their look seemed to excite him more immediately as she felt his cock grow even harder. In moments, he was whispering curse words as he moved his hips with her mouth. Their eyes stayed locked on each others' as she sucked him on each outward stroke. Her hands planted firmly on his hips holding him where she wanted him. A few minutes later, the intensity was shattered when his fists clenched and his pulsing cock sent cum into Jacky's mouth. She moved slowly enjoying how it filled her and rolled down her throat. What she had thought of as a chore before seemed to ignite her passion now. When she stood and swallowed the last vestiges of cum from her mouth she kept his gaze. They stood there looking at each other for a moment, enjoying this small space full of heat and the smell of cum. "Can I meet you again on Thursday angel?" Her words shattered the silence around them. His look was one of utter amazement that she wanted to just meet him to give him pleasure tonight. She liked this though, having a man to use at her beckon call. It was exquisite for her. "Depends, can I finally feel what its like to be inside you?" Jacky couldn't tell at first whether he was giving an ultimatum or just playing with her. "Maybe. You can at least pick the place this time." She smiled and left the dressing room. She wondered on her way out if the smile on her face gave away what they had been up to inside. She looked at the attendant as she passed by, and just wondered if she had been listening to Dean and his endless profanities as he came. ************************************* Another night thinking of how her angel tasted and how he smelled drove her through 6 orgasms, the most she had ever had. It left her exhausted and happy. She was really happy. Controlling this man was making her feel alive and desired. It was exhilarating to have a relationship on her terms. She couldn't help but wonder if fucking him would shatter that. If somehow allowing him to have what he wanted would give Dean too much power to keep being her angel. *********************************** Dean sent her a simple text on Thursday afternoon, "Your office, 7pm?" "Okay, see you then angel." She responded simply and started to contemplate what she could do with Dean and if it was even smart to meet him there. As she thought about what adventure tonight would hold throughout the afternoon, her mind wandered repeatedly. Somewhere around 5, Jacky got up to go to the Ladies' room, and caught a familiar sound as she walked down the hallway. It was Dean's voice. She glanced into the conference room before turning to exit past Brenda and saw Dean sitting with several other attorneys from her firm. They appeared to be discussing the case that was soon to go to trial, and she could not help but smile at him knowing that he had sent her that message from just a few rooms away. Somehow that made their adventures even hotter, knowing that they shouldn't be seeing each other, and yet he was thinking about her while he sat in that conference room. This could be trouble Jacky thought, but did not hang onto that pervasive thought. Instead, she went back to thinking about what she was going to do to Dean tonight. **************************************** Jacky worked that afternoon trying to keep her mind focused, but she could almost feel the heat from her body knowing that her angel was in the building. Her path to pleasure was only an office or two away from her and she felt helpless to do anything. Seven seemed so far away. The hours drug on, and 7 seemed to take an eternity to arrive. ************************************** "Hey, you still working?" Jacky had fallen asleep on her couch with her laptop on her lap and Dean's voice now startled her. She stood immediately, slightly dazed from how deeply she had been sleeping. "Hey angel, sorry, I....." She stopped herself, what was she saying sorry for? Why sorry? She had nothing to be sorry for. It was his privilege to even be invited into her office, he should be thankful. Dean shut the door and stood waiting for her command. She stood silent and watched him. He pulled his jacket off and laid it on her table. To her surprise, her angel fell to his knees then and smiled at her. "Please let me fuck you Lady J, please." He was actually begging her, and god it was so hot. Her pussy immediately gushed at the sight of him on his knees pleading to be inside her. The Domme switched on and swept away the cobwebs from her mind. "Crawl over here angel and beg me." She turned perching on the end of her desk and waiting. She half expected Dean to stand up and tell her to forget the whole thing, and then the most amazing thing happened. He crawled to her. When he arrived and rose to his knees again, she marveled at how sexy he was. She couldn't resist then. "Taste me angel, make me feel good." Jacky waited spreading her legs slightly in front of him. His eyes kept hers as his hands reached out and slid under her skirt. He pulled her panties down slowly helping her out of them and her shoes. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and he slid her back on the desk slightly. He started with simple licking and Jacky felt her body awaken. When she put her hand on the back of his head it seemed to excite him as he increased his speed and was soon shoving his tongue in and out of her. He seemed to be everywhere on her pussy at once, and then she felt two of his fingers slide into her. Her head went back instantly as she inhaled. God, his hand felt amazing in her. She loved this. His tongue worked around her clit and found a pace to match her moaning. She didn't even care if anyone else was around this felt so amazing. A third finger from Dean's hand found its way into her asshole then. She was shocked at first, but this only seemed to increase the sensations she was feeling from the rest of his actions. He held her with his other hand against his face and he ate her like a mad dog. His grip was so firm on her that she felt she couldn't escape the intensity of feelings. She looked down and caught Dean's eyes. The look between them one of raw sexual energy, unbridled. Their gaze was broken a few minutes later as her back arched and she let out a short scream. Her orgasm made her body clench on his fingers and her legs move shut against his cheeks. It was that slap through her body that threw her backwards across her desk. She was frozen and she held Dean there basking in the warm feeling of amazement that was all over her body. She spread her legs and Dean stood up. His cheeks were splashed in pink from her thighs against them and his mouth glistened with her cum. He just stood looking at her, waiting for the next command, hoping it would be the one he wanted. Jacky couldn't help herself then, she wanted him so badly, but she needed to make him beg more. She just knew he had more desire locked in him and she wanted all of it. She wanted the animal part of him. "Angel, you can beg better than that." She smiled, it was a cruel smile this time. Dean obligingly fell to his knees once more ready to beg her again. She slid off her desk and motioned for him to stand back up. "Tomorrow, meet in the parking garage right here. Text me where you park. Oh, and no jerking off between now and then." She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips tasting her own cum and enjoying it. ********************************************* Friday proved an interesting day for Jacky as she got called into court at the last minute to argue a motion. To her surprise, it was the Courtroom from her trial, and damn if that Deputy wasn't there for her to look at once again. She could not help herself but to ogle his ass as he walked about the courtroom. Her motion seemed to take forever to come up on the docket, so she just gave up and sat down next to the Deputy's desk. "Hey, so what's your deal, are you single or married, or...." The Deputy's question caught her off guard. "I'm seeing a toy right now, why?" She surprised herself in her answer. Had she really just called Dean a toy off-handedly, she really needed to get her tongue under control. In a way, though, she was playing with the Deputy still trying to make herself seem even more sexual in his eyes. "Oh, I was just wondering, because you know if I was single.......I mean." He was teasing back. "What, would you want to fuck me? Or would you just want to know how my mouth felt?" She let her words fall on him and stood up to go check the calendar across the room. He sat there stunned, just like she wanted him. Yea, she had just said a few things she never would have in court, but she wanted this one to feel her raw sexual energy. More importantly, she could not contain her desire knowing Dean was in her near future. A few minutes went by, and sure enough her motion came up. She argued with her usual vigor, but unfortunately lost. It might have upset her, if her boss had not told her she would be losing. When she was about to leave, she went back to the Deputy's desk to grab her things. "You're something else you know...... I'll see you soon Counsel." "Maybe, who knows." She smiled at him and walked out of the courtroom. God, she thought, he made her wet just looking at her, he was trouble. He had that mysterious air about him that she just couldn't read, but desperately wanted to explore. Her excitement from him only served to spur her on towards seeing Dean that evening. She wanted him tonight, and she wanted to make him excited, to feel his hands clutch at her. She was ready to feel his whole body. ******************************************** At 5, Jacky got Dean's text. "In the garage, on the roof, no one around." She almost felt the heat through the phone as she read his words. She could tell he was excited, after all, he didn't know what time she was even going to be done with work. Jacky waited then, pretending to work for another 20 minutes, wanting Dean to get excited and impatient. It let her get more and more excited too. Soon, her heart was racing at the thought of him inside of her. She wanted it more than anything. In her excitement to make him wait and make him beg, she had denied herself the enjoyment. Tonight she could not wait anymore. When she thought he had waited long enough, she gathered her things and made her way to her own car to drop them off. She took only her car keys up to meet him. The elevator ride up those 5 floors was excruciating. Finally, it opened and there she was on the roof. She didn't see Dean's car at first, so she walked out so the back of the roof above the ramp was visible. There he was, standing against his red charger, so sexy. She walked over to him in her heels making a lot of noise in her estimation. When she was right in front of him, she stopped and let her body press against him. "So, are you excited to see me today angel?" She whispered in his ear running her tongue up the side at the end of her statement. "Yes, Lady J." They stood against each other the heat building in the silence. Neither of them moved, it was like powder keg ready to explode. Jacky moved first, walking to the back of the car, and leaning her butt against it. Dean waited. "Come here angel. And, tell me did you do as I asked?" She was ready then to walk away if he had disobeyed, to deny him again even though she already felt how wet her panties were against her leg. "Yes, Lady J. I haven't jerked off in days." He walked over with frustration on his face as he said it. "You've wanted to thought, haven't you? You've been thinking about being inside of me and how I felt on your fingers." His breathing and her own increased as he closed the distance between them. "Yes......I....fuck I could smell you on my hand all night. Please let me fuck you, please. Just tell me what you want Lady J, I'll do anything to feel your body." He stood in front of her, his hands twitching but not reaching for her, his heart pounding visibly, and his body heat sending waves through her. "Angel....." Her words stopped as she caught herself in order to think just for a moment. Her mind nearly went blank looking at him and thinking of every encounter they had had so far. "Will you be a good angel until I let you go, and let Lady J do whatever she wants to you?" She was asking the question now, the test of it all. She wanted to see if she had broken him, and she was savoring the power of that moment. "Yes, I will do anything you ask of me Lady J, anything, but please.... I have never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now." Jacky reached out and grabbed his cock through his jeans then and he was rock hard. Her temperature flew up a million degrees it seemed and her entire body flushed with excitement. The slight wet of her panties had become a flood. "Angel, I'm yours to fuck how you like today, show me what you've got." Jacky turned her body so that her ass was against Dean as she spoke. She was sliding up her navy skirt to reveal her saturated panties and her now moist black tights. Dean was frozen in shock, as if he never expected to have her. She was letting him now, because she would have her way later. She didn't want this to be regular sex or heaven forbid making love, she wanted to be fucked like an animal right there in public. When Dean broke from his stupor, he moved quickly. To her surprise, she felt him take a hard object out of his right pocket. She turned slightly to see him open a pocket knife, which momentarily freaked her out. Was he about to hurt her? No, she had to trust him right, after all they had been through? Her breath escaped her when he pulled her tights loose and cut them down the seam. He carefully used the knife to slice her panties open then splaying her pussy out in the open. There she was on the trunk of his car on her elbows bent over with her cut tights and panties waiting for Dean's cock. She could tell he was trying to slow himself down and enjoy this moment just as she had time and again with him. The moment was frozen with heat and tension, and then he was upon her. His mouth greedily liked and sucked at her pussy. It surprised her really, because she thought he would be intent on just fucking her. It was his time, and he was pleasing her now. When her moaning started, he could not take anymore and undid his pants in a flurry and slid them only far enough down to free his cock from underwear. She wondered for a moment, as she was sure Dean did if they should do this without a condom, but fuck it she thought she needed his cock today, right now. He slid his head just between her lips then and she spread her legs slightly. His right hand went to hers and his left reached to cup her left breast. He pulled her up slightly as he slid himself inside. "Oh my god, you feel incredible...jesus...." His words sent a flash of excitement through her as she reveled in the feeling of his rock hard cock filling her. A few light thrusts were all he could manage before the animal in him ignited. He clenched her breast tightly and intertwined his fingers with her other hand. His animal side took over and shoved his cock in and out of her with full force. The slight pain of being slammed so hard was lost in how amazing it felt to have Dean finally fucking her. She wanted it this hard and she gripped his hand as her other hand clawed at his car trunk. "Oh angel, fuck, harder, fuck me hard." Dean's pounding continued as she moved back against him looking for her own release. The pleasure seemed to last forever and send her over any threshold she had, but still no orgasm came. Just when Jacky thought she couldn't take much more of this feeling, an instinctual grunt came from her and turned into a scream, "oh fuck yes Dean, yes." Her hand gripped his so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her waves of pleasure continued and she couldn't tell if she was cumming again and again or still having the same orgasm as he continued to fuck her on that car trunk. "Oh fuck, jesus, yes." His own orgasm sent his body slamming forward on hers burying his cock inside to spill his load into her. He whimpered in her ear as he kept cumming. They both stayed there just bathing in the pleasure. It would have been a crazy scene for any to behold. They were almost completely dressed and splayed across Dean's trunk completely joined together. They looked as if they had collapsed there. There parting was done silently as he pulled himself from her body and put his clothes back in order. Jacky was slow to readjust her clothes as well. Once back to as close to normal as possible, they just stood and looked at each other breathing hard still. "Thank you Lady J, thank you." His outpouring ended with kissing her fully on the lips with as much force as he could muster. This was different kiss than they had before, one that held them locked against each other. When they parted, she smiled. "See you on Thursday again Angel. Your place and I'll text you what to buy." She had him now, with full license to do as she pleased. "Yes Lady J, I'm yours." With his words Jacky turned and walked back towards the elevator. Her need had finally been sated and she enjoyed the car ride home thinking of what boundaries of Dean's she could force her way through now. He had given her free reign of himself just to have the chance to fuck her. The power was exhilarating, and she loved it almost more than she loved the sex itself. This man was hers, her private angel to have and do with as she pleased. Incredible, she thought, just incredible. The Closet Domme Ch. 11 Chapter XI -- Her Private Angel, part 4 -- No Boundaries Her Private Angel -- Part 4 When Thursday arrived, Jacky found herself musing about what she might want to do with Dean tonight. Her car ride to work was one of listening to music and picturing different, rather exotic activities. Tonight she had secured a license from Dean to do as she wished, and she did not want to squander it. Her Domme was in full force by the time the afternoon came, and she could barely contain herself. She still could not decide what to tell Dean to buy though, and it was frustrating. It made her wonder if she really could be the Domme she pictured. "Ms. Fredrick, Mr. Sanderson would like you to come to his office please." Brenda's voice from her doorway startled her. She stood, straightening her clothes and headed down the hall in a hurry to meet with Sanderson. Mr. James Sanderson was the hiring partner, and the one who made the final decision about who would get partnership and who wouldn't. Jacky could not help but wonder as she walked down the hallway if today would be the day that he told her. She knew that her trial as lead counsel had impressed the higher ups at the firm, and she was hopeful that it had pushed them over the edge to make her partner now rather than in the spring when decisions were usually finalized. She reached Sanderson's door, and knocked confidently. "Come in Ms. Fredrick." His voice was nasally and somewhat irritating, and it always made Jacky wonder how he ever made partner himself. She opened the door and walked in, and there he was the perfect man to refocus her attention back from sex with Dean. He sat behind his clearly old oak desk with fake molded crown on the edges. Mr. Sanderson was in his late 50s, whiter than white and balding. He wore thick glasses, which made him look creepy. Her smile was obviously forced as she sat down in a chair opposite him. "Hi, how are you doing Jim?" Her smile continued. She had learned long ago that the way to fit in with the boys at the firm and others that should intimidate her was to refer to them by first name, even while maintaining an air of respect for their authority. "I'm well, how are you Jacky?" His voice was cordial and admittedly warm towards her, but she still hated how nasally it sounded. He was dreadful to listen to for long periods, so she could only hope that he would be brief today. "I'm doing well also, what did you need from me today?" She asked it bluntly hoping to get whatever news out of the way so she could go back to her own work and thinking about tonight. "So, we all noticed here how well you did in the trial, and let me say that it was very impressive how you handled the jury." "Thank you so much, I really appreciated the opportunity." "Recently, as you probably know, we have started doing some criminal defense work, being appointed by the local court for indigent defendants. Naturally, we like the opportunity to be involved in pro bono type opportunities and frankly it looks good for the firm. As such, the firm has been appointed to handle a felony burglary case. Now, normally, a partner would handle this or assign it out to a more junior attorney and supervise. After your last trial, though, we thought maybe you wouldn't mind getting some more courtroom time. Is this something you would be interested in doing?" Wow, that wasn't what she had expected at all. She had never really enjoyed the thought of working in criminal law, especially from the defense side. She knew, though that she couldn't refuse the request -- if it could really be called a request. "I would love the chance to get more trial experience. Would I be under supervision, or am I lead counsel on this one?" "You would be lead and only counsel Jacky, and of course, you would have our investigators at your service. I think you worked with Dean on your last case, so you could either work with him again or another investigator. I have to tell you too that this could mean the difference between partnership or not....but I'm sure you know that your prospects are looking good here Jacky." His smile said it all; she was a shoe-in. He was more testing to see if she would be willing to take on a new challenge. "Thank you Jim, I'll do what I can, let's just hope the facts aren't too bad. When do I meet this wonderful client of mine?" "At his next court date on Monday. You will enter as his attorney on behalf of the firm and get whatever discovery might be available. Then, I believe a discussion date is probably next in order, but I leave that to you. " "Okay, sounds good. Thanks again. Is that all?" "Yes, let me know if you have any questions. You should be fine though right, you've done some criminal work before?" "Oh, yeah, I interned at the District Attorney's Office so I have been around it, but this will be my first trial of this type." "I'm sure you'll do fine. Please shut the door on your way out." He was less than warm and fuzzy now that he had gotten her to agree. Jacky left closing the door behind her, and made her way down the hall. That's when it came to her....she had always wondered what it was like to be "the man" in sex. She was going to take a chance and push Dean tonight. Her angel was in for a surprise. ***************************************** Jacky knocked on Dean's door that evening at 8, precisely on time for their scheduled meeting. She was cautious tonight, not knowing how Dean would react to her request from earlier. A familiar smile greeted her as the door opened, and she sighed in relief knowing that at least he wasn't upset from his appearance. She walked in past him, wearing sandals and grey yoga pants. She had opted for comfortable tonight, but had also worn a green tank top under her unzipped grey sweatshirt. She wanted her eyes to glow in the hopes of having him trust her enough to try what she had in store. "So, did you buy what I asked you to angel? Show me our new toy." She was coy, but controlling in her tone. Her own excitement showing on her face as she bit her bottom lip, anticipating. "I did buy it, hopefully it pleases you." Dean was smiling too in his excitement as he made his way over to the coffee table to grab a non-descript paper bag. His hand reached in and he pulled it out then. He had done well. She had told him to buy a small black dildo for their night and he had selected a small thin one that would do perfectly. He had even remembered to buy a dainty black harness to hold it. He handed it to her shyly gauging her reaction. "You did very well, angel. Now, show me what I like and get me excited." She pulled her shoes off and sat down on his couch comfortably, holding onto her new toy. Dean was awkward at first, but then he complied with her wishes starting by undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor. God, it was so hot to have him strip for her. She was enjoying the display that was Dean's body tonight. He was clearly enjoying it as well after a few minutes when he started putting on a show for her just as Oliver used to, and it made her feel like a goddess. Dean stood there, only a coffee table between the two of them, and pulled his shirt off displaying his muscles. His movement to his underwear was unsteady at first, but then he slid those down to join his pants. He stood there for a moment staring at her almost in awe at how she enjoyed this. His look of astonishment ended as he started to stroke his cock for her. He was surprisingly soft at first, perhaps because of her abrupt request on entering. Jacky's own excitement grew as her angel's erection did. She did not want to wait tonight, and allowed herself to slide her right hand down her pants as well spreading her wetness over her entire pussy. At the same time, she squeezed the dildo in her other hand and used her thumb to rub the end. She was teasing Dean, who had his eyes fixed on her. He stroked harder as her noises started. His usual two finger stroking increased in speed as she bit her lip in the enjoyment of showing him her pleasure again. His deep voice resonated as he made the familiar noises, but his eyes did not leave hers. "Where do you want me to cum Lady J? I'm getting close." Dean's lip now glistened with sweat as he steadied his pace to not push himself over the edge. Jacky was nearing her own orgasm and stopped to enjoy this show before she finished. "Come to me angel and let me taste you in my mouth." Her words were full of desire for him. She had started to enjoy the taste of Dean's cum at this point, and now wanted to take it from him again. Dean walked around the coffee table and stood before her waiting for her next command. Jacky leaned forward and placed her hands on his hips pulling his erection towards her. As she slid his cock into her mouth he reached out to place his hands on the wall. Jacky marveled at how he relinquished control to her without question. Here he was giving the most intimate parts of himself up to her without hesitation. Jacky slid his cock all the way to the back of her mouth and started moving him out then in all the while savoring him with her tongue and enjoying the sensation of him striking the back of her throat with each inward pull. Dean did not force himself into her, but instead allowed her hands to hold him in place as she moved her mouth on him. She loved this feeling of intimacy and loved how he tasted. It seemed only a few seconds later, her angel was cursing in his familiar pattern as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Jacky did not speed up or slow down, but kept her steady pace. A grunted "oh fuck," was the last she heard before that hot, sweet stickiness poured into her waiting mouth. God, he tasted so good. She took her time to swallow his entire load before cleaning his cock for every last drop of that sweetness. One day she had to ask Dean what was in his diet that made his cum so sweet, but for tonight this was only the beginning of their rendez-vous. When Jacky was done cleaning her angel, she pulled back looking up into his face. His look of pleasure and appreciation was wonderful to see as he gazed at her. His hazel eyes were mesmerizing, even in the dim lighting. "Now angel, let's go into your room and try out my new toy." Jacky stood and walked past Dean now heading down the hall to his room. She had the black dildo in her right hand and was savoring the thought of what she had in store. When she reached Dean's bed, she turned to look at him. He had followed her obediently, but she sensed his curiosity and hesitation as he stood next to her. "Why don't you undress me angel." Jacky threw the dildo on the bed as she stood patiently waiting. Dean moved over to her, his breathing was still a bit ragged from his orgasm. He slid the zipper down on her sweatshirt and placed his hands gently on her shoulders under it. He slid the sweatshirt slowly down over her hands and let it fall to the floor. Jacky could feel the heat from him as he stood in front of her. As if the taste of him had not made her wet enough, his warm hands on her skin was driving her over the edge. Jacky's heartbeat sped up even more as Dean slid her tank top up over her head. Somehow this angel, who she used at her whim still made her feel amazing and sexy. He stood only inches from her as he reached around to undo her bra. He did not dare kiss her, though, as he had learned that kissing her was an earned privilege. He would not be allowed to do that unless she instigated it or she invited it. His body betrayed his own excitement at seeing her pale breasts fall from her bra. Her nipples were already hard and his eyes did exactly what his hands couldn't. He lovingly fell to his knees then to slide her pants down and remove each foot carefully. Jacky played in his short hair as he slid her panties down to the floor. As Dean stood up, Jacky let her hand trace along his chest as she locked on his eyes. His cock was now ready to go again. She moved in and licked up his neck enjoying the saltiness created by his sweat. His faint sigh made her heart beat faster. "Now, help me put on my new toy." Her words came with a smile. Dean looked at the toy on the bed and froze in front of her. "You are going to wear that?" He was genuinely shocked and at first Jacky had no idea why. Then, it made sense to her. He had not considered that she would use this on him. He must have thought she was going to have him use the dildo on her. Oh shit, she thought, had she gone too far at this point? No, now was the time to test him. He had been confident in saying that he belonged to her and would do as she asked; now he would. "Yes dear and I am going to slide it in you so I know what it is like to fuck you in every way." Her voice and words were steady and unwavering. She was the Domme after all, and wanted her way with this man. "I....I mean I never thought of....well. I guess I don't know if I'm ready for all of that." He was unsteady and stammering, clearly he was not expecting this. His erection had completely faltered at this point and his cock hung limp on him. How disappointing it was to see that he had gone soft. Jacky paused for a second wondering what she should do now, wondering if she should suppress her own desires or be nurturing and coax him into this new activity. It hit her then, she had to show him that he would obey her and it would be okay because he did. "Angel, you will stop questioning right now and lay down on your back. I don't care if you had never thought of this. I am here to show you what feels good and your body is mine. You are my angel right? Completely mine?" Her words were forceful and meant to convey her seriousness. This was a moment of truth in their relationship, and she would not give up one ounce of power to him tonight. Dean stood for just a moment looking at her steadily, and then he got onto his bed as told and lay down on his back. Jacky stepped into the harness herself and felt empowered and sexy. She had this tiny black cock on her that was her own. It was not like a man's cock though, it would not rule her. It was a tool to use to satisfy her dark kinky urges. She crawled over Dean and approached his face. She tilted herself downward slightly and touched the dildo to Dean's lips. He stared up unsure. "Open your mouth and take me in angel." Dean's lack of courage seemed to fade as he reconciled himself to doing her bidding. To her surprise, he went from unsure to grabbing her hips to slide that small dildo into his mouth. Admittedly, Jacky could not feel the sensation of his mouth on this inanimate object, but somehow it still sent sensations of pleasure through her own clit to see him there inches from her pussy with it in his mouth. Perhaps it was the hotness of seeing him do what she knew was not only foreign for him, but taboo probably. As Jacky moved slightly to simulate how she had moved on him a few minutes before, she reached one hand to her clit and one to the wall. She started to rub herself as she moved in and out of Dean's mouth. It was her own hand that brought her to orgasm in a few seconds with a simple ...."uhhhh." She froze there with the dildo in his mouth and her pussy pulsing around her fingers and enjoyed the warm waves that washed over her. It was exquisite to feel this way. She pulled the dildo out of his mouth and just looked down at Dean. Dean was frozen there with a surprised expression. He had just sucked on this fake dildo and at the same time watched her cum. He had gone past his boundaries and it had pleased her. "Now angel, was that so bad?" She asked him coyly genuinely hoping that he found some type of enjoyment in the act. "Bad, no. Odd, yes, but I love watching you cum." Ah, she could live with that for now. She was fine with Dean enjoying the pleasure that activities gave her, so long as he participated in whatever she asked of him. "Good angel, now where is your lube?" Jacky smiled and rolled off of Dean to lie on her side next to him. Dean stood like a good angel and returned with a bottle of lube. He hesitated in handing it to her, but once he did he took his position on the bed on his back once again. Jacky moved between his legs slowly and spread them. He looked so helpless in that moment, but he still had half an erection from watching her cum. She loved that he got so excited from her pleasure like that. On her knees between Dean's legs Jacky took her time to enjoy his vulnerability and when she spread the lube on the dildo his eyes watched her intently. She surprised him by dropping lube on his cock and rubbing him with her hand down over his balls and all the way to his asshole. His cock stiffened a little bit at the feel of her hand on him. She knew he loved having his balls rubbed so she took an extra stroke over them before leaning down towards him. Jacky used her hand to guide the dildo so the tip was at his asshole and she felt his body tense up. "Angel, relax, I think you are going to like this." Dean took a deep breath at her words and she took the opportunity to slide the dildo all the way into him until she felt her body pressed against his. She stayed there for a moment allowing her angel to adjust to what she could only imagine was like losing his virginity. Then, she relaxed her own body against his allowing his lubricated cock to slide on her stomach. Jacky started moving in and out feeling not only his cock sliding on her and becoming harder but also his body relax around her. She raised herself slightly on her arms to look into Dean's face. His look of surprise was still there, but she saw the slight wrinkles at the sides of eyes revealing the hidden pleasure in his mind. As Jacky moved she made sure to keep her stomach pressed tightly against Dean's cock, using her body to jerk him off as she moved. As she continued her own wetness dripped down between her legs as she got more and more excited at the thought of what she was doing. To her surprise, Dean started to grunt as she moved. His face suddenly lost all lack of surety and he was in the moment and getting excited by the sensations. His curses soon started, albeit softer than she had heard them before, but still a sign of his enjoyment. Jacky sped up enjoying how he gasped slightly with each thrust. She felt powerful and sexy. She was making him take a new type of pleasure than he had never had before and she loved it. Suddenly she realized that Dean had raised both his knees up almost welcoming her intrusions into his body. Jacky moved differently then keeping the dildo inserted she started to grind against Dean. She was using her body to rub his balls even as she stroked the dildo on his prostate. "Oh fuck, oh fuck......oh my god that feels........so.......AHHHHH!" Dean's yell surprised her as did his eruption of cum. He had always been a shooter, but now she felt the hot liquid erupt from him. She felt his cock and balls pulse against her and he came for an eternity. She did not even mind that Dean's hands flew up and grabbed her ass cheeks. She was too enraptured by what she was doing to him. When Dean finished, Jacky lay down on him and they lay there breathing together in this new shared experience. Just when Jacky had thought that it could not get any sweeter to be with this man, it had. She was enjoying the thought that she had given him so much pleasure and that she had pushed him past his own boundaries. After a few moments, Jacky slid herself down and out of Dean's body. She sat back on her heels and admired him. He was covered in cum from the bottom of his pecs all the way to under his cock. On looking down at herself, she realized that her own stomach was covered in Dean's cum as well. She had never seen him cum this much. It was perfect and the smell filling her nostrils made her drip. The Closet Domme Ch. 11 Dean lay there looking at her and at himself and did not speak. Jacky could not resist her urge. She wiped eagerly at the cum across Dean's stomach and rubbed it on her own clit. Then, she grabbed his hand and put it on her. Dean sat up and pulled himself to a seated position. He gathered more cum from his own stomach and moved his right hand to her clit. As he rubbed her more and more quickly his left hand moved to hold her back. Jacky reclined and allowed her legs to spring free hanging slightly off the bed. She lay back in his arms and he rubbed her clit feverishly as he held her. The dildo still attached to her body stopped neither of them from loving the moment they were in. She lay there and enjoyed the dirtiness of the situation, and the incredible thought of the power she had just wielded. Her back arched soon as a sharp pinch of pleasure caused her to catch her breath. Her whole body froze in the intensity of her orgasm and a moan escaped her as started to breathe again. Dean held her there looking into her face as she came. They were in that moment together. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. The thought of moving did not even come to her. *************************************** Given how dirty they had both become, a shower was the only way to move forward once their shared moment subsided. Now, Jacky had not showered with a man in nearly 6 years since her last "relationship" if you want to call the controlling situation she had had with her last boyfriend a "relationship." Dean's shower was every bit that of a bachelor. It was moderately clean, but had almost nothing in the shower itself. When he had turned on the water, Jacky was just thankful that the showerhead seemed to have a nice amount of pressure. Dean stepped into the shower first and reached out a hand for her to join him. He was silent in his actions and she was silent as well. It was odd to have experienced what they did together just now and not speak, and Jacky could not help but allow her self-doubt to creep back in. Had she gone too far? Would this be their last encounter together? She had loved the feeling of taking this man in a new way, but hoped desperately that it would not be her last opportunity. Just when her mind would not stop reeling, she felt Dean's hands upon her. He had put his body wash into his palm and was now carefully washing her in the kindest way she could imagine. It was so nice to have this strong man try everything in his power to be gentle with her. He treated her like a porcelain doll, and it was the complete opposite of how she had just been with him. She had fucked him, literally just now, and yet he was treating her like a lady. The Domme in her basked in the attention. When he had soaped and rinsed her, he stood and locked eyes with her. The room melted away and the sound of the shower faded into the background. Jacky said nothing, waiting to see what his state of mind was in that moment. "May I kiss you Lady J?" She felt a need in his voice as he spoke that she could not deny. It was a sign to her that he might just be okay with everything. She nodded, not breaking the silence with her words. Dean grabbed her in his arms then and kissed her with passion that she had not felt from him yet. His hand went to her face as he continued his lips not leaving hers completely for several minutes. Ultimately, Jacky pulled back for air and they both stood staring. "Did you like that angel? Letting me show you pleasure you didn't think you were ready for?" Her voice was slightly breathless after the onslaught of kissing between them. "That was incredible. I.....don't know how to describe it....I can't even believe I let you. I...I." He was clearly still dumb struck from the events preceding. "Angel, would you like to be inside me now?" Her desire for him had re-ignited after watching him stammer at his own enjoyment of their playtime. "Please Lady J, I would love to." He smiled and her nod allowed him to move immediately. Dean lifted her up and pressed her back against the tiles opposite the shower curtain. The hot water struck her side as Dean shoved his cock inside of her. His cock filled her exquisitely. He was rough with her. She hoped this allowed him to gather back any feelings of being emasculated from their encounter. He kissed her almost continuously as he fucked her hard against the shower wall. Jacky's own hands clawed and scratched at his neck and back as he moved. He felt amazing in that moment rubbing her in all the perfect places. Her orgasm seemed delayed though as she reveled in his movements. He surprised her in slowing his movements down and pulling back from kissing her to look into her face. "Are you close? I want my lady to cum before me." Dean's words were unfathomable. He was breathing heavily, but had forced himself to stop to assure her pleasure. He was her dream man in that moment, and his words alone forced a gush of blood into her full pussy. "Fuck me hard angel, fuck me until I cum." Her words were filthy, but he did not hesitate to obey. He put all his force into thrust after thrust until she dug her nails into his shoulders. Her orgasm sent a scream from her lips echoing through the small bathroom. The pleasure was almost paralytic as he thrust more and more eventually spilling his load inside of her as well. His face twisted in pleasure as he did. They were locked together in the spasms of that pleasure for what seemed like hours. That moment solidified for Jacky that she could do anything she wanted to with Dean. He had just realized that not only were activities he had not thought of enjoyable, but that he also could expect to be rewarded for doing as she wanted. This was a new world for her, one she loved. ********************************** The following Monday marked the beginning of Jacky's first criminal case in quite some time. She was dreading it to be honest. The last case she had worked on had ended with the defendant unhappily receiving 20 plus years in State Prison. Her only solace was that he was in fact guilty, so the abysmal experience of his trial ultimately was a foregone conclusion. On that case, she was an intern at the District Attorney's Office, so it would be different this time, and hopefully much less painful. She walked into the courtroom that morning for court, and was happy to see a host of average looking deputies. Thank god she thought, she did not need the distraction with the pressure this case might bring. Plus, she was rather enjoying her new adventures with Dean. She was particularly looking forward to this Thursday and using her new play toys on him. A quick approach to the jury box, where the inmates were seated, was her next step. Once there, she met a rather quiet young Asian man. He was calm and looked broken. Jacky knew from a brief look at the file she was handed that this burglary was one of desperation and she saw that same desperation in his face. She spoke to him for only a few moments before calling his case and wrapping up the morning's hearing. She had set the case for a discussion, as Sanderson had suggested. She sensed in her new client that he had a lot more to tell her once they met in private. The Judge indicated to her that there would be a change in assignments, but it was of little consequence to her as most the Judges in the area knew who she was. They had all rotated through the general civil calendaring assignment at one time or another so had all been introduced to the firm and her by virtue of her reputation. She put the case over for two weeks and proceeded to head out of the courtroom back to her office. She wondered where that case would end and felt bad for the sad young man in the jury box that had looked at her with such desperation in his eyes. It was odd for her to do a case like this. Normally, she was arguing over money and who was at fault, but the gravity of this case and feeling the need to find out what this boy had or had not done, as well as if she had any hope of restoring some light back into his eyes, weighed upon her. She would visit him soon, but in the jail where they would have more privacy. This unfortunately would ensure more time around cops, and for some reason her toy and the mysterious deputy played through her mind considering this prospect. ******************************************** Thursday could not come soon enough, and found Jacky buried in police reports in her office. The case for her young client seemed so dreadful and it encompassed her entire thought process. Its human interest coupled with criminal law moving much faster than civil meant she was focused on his case in depth. Daniel, or Danny as he seemed to be called throughout the police reports she was reading, consumed her thoughts. Before long, it was time to leave, and she had not received a text from Dean yet. She was surprised, but knew he would send her one with a proposed time before long. Sure enough, as she packed her things to head home and change, a familiar ding let her know that Dean was thinking of her. "Does 730 work? I'm really excited to please you tonight." Oh Dean, her eager little angel had no idea what was in store for him. "Sure, see you then." Her reply was simple and the nicest she intended to be until she got her way tonight. **************************************** 7 pm found Jacky standing in front of her mirror at her house admiring her new outfit. She had surprised the hell out of herself by striding into the sex shop for this, and now was equally surprised to see how sexy she looked in it. Her eyes followed the lines of the black corset that was trimmed in lace. It felt wonderful the way the lace cups of the attached bra lay upon her nipples. The black stockings that ran up to her mid-thigh were even sexier as they terminated in straps leading to a matching black garter belt. The black lace panties to match the outfit showed her dark hair pressed against her body. She stood there with the look completed by 5 inch patent leather heels and admired the Domme she saw in the mirror. Tonight she intended to push Dean's boundaries again. Putting on a trench coat allowed her to stride out of her apartment to her waiting car. Admittedly it was difficult to drive in those heels, but the car ride to Dean's apartment seemed to take no time as Jacky played out the adventure she had in store for him over and over in her mind. It was delicious she thought. ************************************ When Dean answered the door, his smile was wider than ever at seeing her dressed as she was. She was reminded of Oliver's face as she entered his apartment. Oliver had seen her sexy, but Dean was about to see her the way she had always wanted to picture herself, but had never pushed for. Dean's excitement was obvious by the time he shut the door. His erection was already pressing against his black jeans. Jacky turned and looked right at him. "Aren't you going to take my coat and my bag angel?" She was toying with him. The bag she spoke of only contained a few items, two of which were presents for Dean. Dean sprang into action, happy to have the chance to touch her in any way. He walked behind her and undid the belt of her coat. He started to slide it over her shoulders, but slowed considerably when he realized that her arms were bare as was her neck down to the top line of the bra/corset combination. As the coat slid free of her hands Dean just stood behind her. She wasn't sure if he was surprised or excited or just stupid at this point. Jacky spun around giving him the full view of her outfit. She looked at his face and knew that she had floored him. His mouth hung open as his eyes filled with lust. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as walked over to hang her coat on his coat rack. Neither spoke for a few minutes. "You look incredible Lady J....my god I would love to fuck you right now." His words came out in a deep tone as he looked at her steadily. "Get your presents from my purse, angel, and let's see how you can earn fucking your lady." She walked off as her sentence finished heading for his bedroom. When Dean walked in, Jacky had taken her seat on the edge of his bed. He came in holding the silver handcuffs she bought in one hand and the leather paddle in the other. His eyebrows were raised, but unlike their previous adventure, his erection did not falter. "Put those over here with me and show me all of you." Her words were steady and forceful. His compliance showed that he understood that she was not asking him to do these things, but telling him. He placed the two items on the bed next to her and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chest was beautiful as ever and she wondered if she would ever tire of seeing him like this. It was fun to have him strip for her. It made her excited to command her little angel and have him do as she wished without questioning. He was faster today, clearly eager to be with her. "Where is my other toy?" Dean raised an eyebrow again, he was wondering what she had in store. He made his way over to his nightstand and pulled out the dildo and harness. When he returned he placed it on the bed with the other toys as well as a bottle of lube. It was nice that he was anticipating what she wanted. "What would you like now Lady J?" His words were a sign of his complete openness and obedience. He was perfect. She had him trained and open for her every desire. "Get on the bed on all fours." Dean climbed onto the bed and positioned himself so his face was towards her at the end. Jacky stood and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. "Turn around angel and move closer to the headboard." Her words were still steady as she smiled her sweetest smile at him. Dean complied making his way to the other side of the bed so she had a clear view of his beautiful ass. His anticipation had not had any negative effect on his erection as he made the perfect silhouette for her to admire there. She walked around the side and climbed up on the bed herself. Her hands trailed their way to ass and she tapped it lightly. She skimmed along his legs and then his back. She paused to kiss his shoulder and then his cheek before reaching down to grab the handcuffs. Her fingers smoothly placed on cuff on his left wrist and then deftly threaded the other cuff and chain between and back through his headboard rails. When she reached for his right hand, Dean grabbed the headboard with both hands. He was acquiescing to her control. He was willing to do anything she asked. Once he was cuffed, she reached for the leather paddle. "Lick it angel, taste the leather." She cooed the words at him as she placed the tip of the paddle in front of his face. The handle was not nearly as nice as the riding crop she used on Oliver, but she still liked the feel of the braided leather in her palm. Dean obediently ran his tongue flat against the leather on the side of the paddle. Jacky stepped off the bed then, and walked behind Dean. He turned his head to follow her as best he could, but did not move from his position. Jacky reached up and ran the paddle lightly down Dean's back and over his ass. Then, she pulled it back and tapped him lightly just as she had with her hand. "Now, angel, what do you want to do to me?" She invited him to speak. "I want to fuck you Lady J?" Whack.....she struck him then, enough to make a noise and leave a pink tint to his ass. "You can do better than that." "I want to feel your body all around me." Dean's breathing was slightly harsh as he spoke and she wondered what was going through his head. Whack! The paddle sounded lovely as it struck Dean. It was somehow sexy to Jacky how the flesh on his ass cheeks moved when it struck. Those wonderful hard ass cheeks yielding to paddle she wielded. "Now, angel, do you want me to fuck you first?" Her words were rhetorical in her mind. She wanted him to beg though. "Yes, lady J, please fuck me first, and please let me taste your pussy." Whack.....this time Jacky let the paddle bite in harder and Dean's head jerked up as she landed her blow. "Beg to be fucked angel." Her words were harsh and winded too. Whack.... "Please fuck me Lady J, please god fuck me." His words were music in her ears. She dropped the paddle and walked around to grab the dildo and harness. As she put it on over her black lace panties Dean waited there patiently, panting in anticipation of her next actions. She knelt behind him feeling powerful, and in charge of this man. Jacky still had her heels on and reveled in the thought of her as the Domme in all her glory fucking her little angel. Dean grunted as she slid the wonderfully shiny dildo into him. He was relaxed this time allowing her to bury it in him so that her body pressed against him. Jacky marveled at the splashes of red color across Dean's beautiful ass. She took a moment and ran her hands over his back and around his sides grazing his cock. Her thrusting was gentle as she reached her right hand around to grab his cock. Jacky loved this, all of this. Her fingers were greedy in their use of Dean's precum to moisten his head. A single bead of sweat slid down her chest as she reached for more lube. She soon found her rhythm stroking Dean in unison with her inward thrusts. "Oh, fuck yes....fuck me harder Lady J." Dean's words were harsh and exciting to her. Jacky was surprised that he was liking this so much. She herself was enjoying the feeling but more on a mental level than physical. Her moisture seemed to increase exponentially when Dean grunted this sentence though. Jacky started to speed up both her hand and her hips. She felt Dean's cock grow harder in her hand as his noises grew louder. "Oh god, yes.......fuck me....oh yes." Dean's words spurred her further increase in speed. Dean's arms flexed in response to her quickening movements, and he gripped tighter on his headboard. Jacky's sweat increased as she pounded against Dean's ass over and over. Her clit was aflame as she noted Dean pressing back against her as she moved into him. "Oh fuck.....can I please cum Lady J, please." His words were making Jacky crazy. "Yes, angel, cum for me. Show me how good it feels." She was almost begging now. Then, she realized that she was not just fucking Dean and stroking him, but her other hand had now found her clit. She had not even noticed somehow that she was resting her fingers on herself feeling the movement as she slammed into him each time. "OH......Ah.....OH FUCK YES." Dean's scream threw her over the edge, and even as she felt his cock spasm as he came, Jacky's clit erupted in an orgasm. Her grunt ended in a collapse on Dean's back as her hand gripped his still spurting cock. Jacky froze there against Dean as her other hand reached to bury itself in his hair. She felt amazing in that moment. Any hint of embarrassment or shock at the acts they were engaged in was gone. Jacky was there in that moment with Dean, her perfect little angel and she was at home. When she regained her self somewhat, Jacky reached for the handcuffs and pushed the trick unlock switch. She released each slowly, freeing Dean. She pulled the dildo out of him and stepped back onto the floor. Dean turned and collapsed onto the bed next to the surprising puddle of cum he had created on the bed. Jacky slipped the dildo harness down letting it fall on the floor and stepped out of it. She stood and admired Dean lain out on the bed with his chest heaving as he tried to breath. She had done that to him, and she was proud of herself. Not just proud, no, impressed. A few moments went by before Dean sat up and just stared at her. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and had just barely regained her own breathing. Jacky made her way towards the bed once again and this time she stepped up on it on all fours herself. She moved so that her ass faced Dean and she dipped her face so it was inches from his cum puddle. The Closet Domme Ch. 11 "Taste me angel, while I enjoy the mess you've made." Her words were full of heat and lust and guttural in their tone. She was ravenous now, and would be sated by him. Dean pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs not bothering to take them off entirely. He was eager to taste her. Dean was upon her without hesitation. He gripped Jacky's hips with both hands as he buried his face against her pussy. His tongue worked its way in and around her entire sex as she dabbed her tongue in his cum. Its smell was enthralling and filled the room. The taste of his sweet cum made her drip as he sucked on her swollen clit. "Fuck me angel, just like this, fuck me now." Dean was ready to go again as usual and slid himself into her where his tongue had been moments before. He was eager to have her and she wanted to feel his hardness fill her again even as she enjoyed her filthy meal off his bed. Dean's cock was quick to bring her to her next orgasm and two more after each shattering her body and her mind. When he came, he was silent this time gripping her hips like a vice before flattening against her. ********************************* "Angel, you need to change your sheets now." The two had barely quieted from their encounter when Jacky gave Dean this command. Of all she had told him to do, this command seemed to shock Dean the most. He obeyed as ever though fetching sheets from his closet and making his bed. The now dirty sheets were tossed in to his hamper as he finished and stood looking at her. "Let's set the alarm for 6 shall we?" Her words surprised Dean once again, who furrowed his brow as he moved to fixing the alarm on his nightstand. "Take off my clothes angel." Dean gently did as he was told getting visibly excited once again. It was not Jacky's intention to fuck him this time though, although the prospect was not completely out of her mind. When Dean was done, Jacky moved over and lay down on Dean's bed pulling the comforter up over her naked body. "Turn off the light, and come to bed with me angel." Dean's look of surprise only deepened as he walked toward the light switch. The room was suddenly filled with dim moonlight shining through the curtains and Dean came to the bed and lay down next to her under the comforter. "I'm happy you're staying Jacky." Dean's words were almost a sigh of relief as he lay on his back next to her. Jacky moved against him and put her head on the same pillow. She placed her hand on his chest and sleep overcame her. It was exhausting being the man she thought with a smile on her lips. ********************************** Jacky woke the next morning to Dean brushing hair out of her face. He was on his side next to her as the fog cleared from her eyes. "Good morning, what time is it?" "It's 5:45. Sorry I didn't mean to wake you before the alarm went off. You just look so beautiful here in my bed." His words were kind and the smile on his face soft and gentle. Jacky smiled at him letting their eyes discuss the enjoyment of the time there, neither of them spoke. Jacky allowed Dean to trail his hand on her face and shoulders until the alarm sounded. ********************************** Jacky did not stay after the alarm went off, thinking that a shower and breakfast were a little more than she was ready for with Dean after spending the night there for the first time. He seemed different as she left that morning, and she could only hope that it was just because of their activities and nothing more. Dean was a great little angel after all, and she did not want to lose him. The Closet Domme Ch. 12 Chapter XII – Her Private Angel, part 5 – More Boundaries Fall Jacky's work soon became all-encompassing. The criminal case had taken over her world. She cancelled her next date with Dean and instead met with her new client in jail. What an experience that was! The great thing was that this case engulfed Jacky in work, and her sex drive seemed to fade away. Dean had respected this on Saturday when she cancelled, but she could almost feel his sadness through his text messages. His emoji may have had something to do with it, but she felt connected to him now too. The jail proved to be less enticing than she thought, and she realized that night that guards at the jail held no interest for her. There was something about the smell surrounding the place and the atmosphere that just made her think they were sort of gross. She supposed it was a good thing, but was surprised all the same. Her time spent with Danny was interesting to say the least. He took at least an hour of banter before he finally let a piece of his shell break free. When Jacky did not react to him talking about his wife and how horribly she had left him, his floodgates opened. The two spent another hour discussing the varied negative experiences that had brought him to where he now was. Jacky was enthralled by this young man. She wanted to help him, almost like a mother helping a lost child. How had this poor boy with such a bad history been forced into the situation he was now in. She could blame those that had led him down the path, but really it was just a profound sense in her of pity that made her feel connected to him. Danny was unlike any client she had ever had before; Danny needed her to fight for his life. He needed her to pull him back from the edge of his despair and agony. A piece of her was ignited that day in the interview room with him that she had never felt before, and Jacky loved it. Instead of the feeling of empathy for Danny shocking her, it only spurred her on. She was buried deep in her books and research with his discovery splayed out all over her desk when Dean popped by next. He had chosen Wednesday, unfortunately, which was the day before Danny's next hearing. "Hey stranger, you're working late." His voice startled her. She looked up from her seated position on the floor with files all around her to see Dean looking at her with his smoldering hazel eyes and sexy smile. "Hey Dean, what time is it anyway?" Her use of his name was not even intentional then, but instead a reflection of her state of mind. She had no sexual energy in her being at all in that moment. Instead, she was completely the attorney pouring over her notes finalizing what she might say tomorrow morning during her discussions. "It's 8:30, and you and I are the only ones still in here." His words tried to pry her from her work and show her his interest. "Oh, well I'm almost ready for tomorrow. I just need this final piece." She fumbled through her notes. Standing up, she started to gather up her paperwork and close her books on her desk. That was it she thought, I'm ready. "I miss you Lady J." Dean's words were deep in their tone and his use of her name full of lust and need. He did the unthinkable then. He was standing behind her and he ran his fingers along her arm. The electricity from his touch moved through her, and images of their encounters flooded through her mind. Her breath caught in her throat, and her entire body screamed out to surrender and fuck him right there. She opened her eyes that had somehow closed on their own, and she looked down to see Danny's file on her desk in front of her. Without saying a word, she threw Dean's hand off of her arm and spun around. She was inches from him now facing front to front. In her bare feet, Jacky was several inches shorter than Dean, but the look in her eyes showed no sense of feeling intimidated. She stood there only a second looking at him and his eyes flashed with a sense of what he had done. He had touched her, uninvited. He had called out to her as a Domme asking to be dominated and then he had touched her. "Get out Dean!" Her words held no care and affection, the connection between them was not in the room now. He had violated her rules and he had pushed too far. "Please, Lady J, I need you. I miss you, and I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." He started to stammer. My god he was sexy when he stammered. Jacky adored having that effect on Dean, and it was all she could do not to take him right there. "Angel never touch without permission, and not now...leave." Her words softened slightly. She saw the relief on Dean's face immediately. She also saw his need though, and it caused her pussy to moisten. She would not give in today though, she simply couldn't. Dean turned and walked out of her office, he did not say a word. Jacky realized as he was leaving that despite how much she enjoyed being with him, she was not worried about him leaving. She had never really felt like that about a man before. She either had no connection to them, or she knew she would be devastated if they left. Dean, she cared for in a different way, but her different feeling was more because of her hold on him that she could feel. She knew he was coming back. ************************************ The next morning in court had Jacky nervous for the first time in a long time. She walked in to the Courtroom from the week before and the only person she saw was her client. He sat in the box and the look he gave her actually showed hope. It was amazing. She made her way across the room towards him intending to speak with him before the Judge started calling counsel into the back rooms for discussions. "Counsel, how good to see you." A deep voice startled her from out of nowhere. She turned to see him...the mysterious deputy from her trial. Fuck! Her brain screamed. Not now, not here, she was trying to focus. She had not even noticed him as she walked right past the small desk. Oh my god though, she noticed him now. His brown eyes locked on hers and a million things popped into her head. "Good to see you too Deputy. I...is it okay to talk with my client?" She stammered out feeling her body temperature rise as she followed the line of his chin down his neck with her eyes. She suddenly realized that her tongue had reached her bottom lip and immediately pulled it back into her mouth. Her moisture surprised her then. She could not believe how inappropriate this was. She was completely disarmed. Sex had not been anywhere on her mind, and then somehow his voice shattered all of that. She scrambled to remember their last conversation. Oh my god, she had asked him about feeling her mouth...Jesus this was crazy. "No problem, go ahead." His words were innocent, but his smile held knowledge. She wondered if he knew she was wet right now. What was he thinking? More importantly, why the hell was he here. His Judge was a civil judge, not criminal. Then it hit her, the change in assignments. Oh fuck, he was assigned here now. Jacky walked over and said hello to her client, and reassured him that she was ready. Then, she made her way over to Tala, the clerk and checked in. She was number 10 on the list for discussions. Now what she thought? She looked around the room and she saw it the deceptively empty chair next to the deputy's desk and he smiled at her as if inviting her to sit there. So, she made her way over. The other attorneys were milling about in the courtroom making small talk, and she figured what the hell she had a few minutes to kill. Jacky sat down politely in her light grey suit with and crossed her legs in a professional gesture. She felt it then a connection between her and this mysterious deputy. "So, you guys are here now huh?" Her question was an ice-breaker letting him know she was open to talking. "We are, and so are you I see." He had a coyness in his voice. "I am, and let's hope you aren't too happy to see me in that uniform." She smiled and looked him directly in the eye before glancing away. "Why?" He was being playful. "Because if you get nice and hard in here, then everyone will know that you are thinking about what I'm wearing under this skirt." Her words were level and oozed sex towards him. She let them hang in the air, allowing him to feel the effect. "Man, you have a way with words. I'm definitely still in recovery though." His words shut her down, but at the same time his tone helped reveal his real intentions. He did want her, she knew. "I'm wearing tiny white lace panties and a matching bra if you're wondering. And you can picture those while you enjoy your recovery tonight deputy." She spoke without even looking at him and felt his silence even as she imagined the dirty things playing in his mind. She was taking his control away here in this crowded room, and she did not care who heard her. She didn't smile, not wanting to give away anything to him. "You can call me Juan, and you are very bad for my recovery Ms. Fredrick." He smiled, but could not hide his blush. His dark skin seemed thin as she looked at his neck seeing the blood pulse in his vein- almost seeing it speed up as she watched. "My friends call me Jacky, but my toys call me Lady J. Pick your poison Juan." Her lips held onto his name as it came out. She saw his eyes linger on them and his own lips part just a little. Fuck he was hot. He was dark in his complexion and his slicked back hair almost begged to be grabbed. She wondered how he would look buried in her pussy. How that hair would look with her fingers laced in it. Her moisture grew as she sat there trying to examine him. The heat grew for a moment as they both sat in silence. "I'd love to, but I can't Jacky. You are very tempting though." His breath was harsh as he spoke clearly excited. "I know you can't, and I'm not tempting. I'm downright wet." "Ms. Frederick, you're up." Tala's words broke the moment and Jacky sprung up immediately grabbing her bag. ************************************* Jacky walked out of the back chambers area a few minutes later with a smile on her face. What she had just done in there was exhilarating and incredible. She had ruled that room, and the District Attorney prosecuting the case had started to bend to her will almost immediately. He was an older man, and not much of looker. When she walked in, she saw his quick glance at her entire body and knew the room would be hers. The offers there had started at 11 years in state prison, but when she left that room they were talking about 4-6 years. It felt incredible. Jacky had, of course, continued the case to think about it and talk with her client. The real motivation though was to come back and drive the numbers even lower. When she walked into the courtroom she smiled at Deputy Juan and walked immediately to his desk. She said nothing though, and instead just dropped her back in the chair and went to talk with her client. Danny beamed at her news. It was the first smile she had seen from him since they met. She promised she would see him in the weeks to come and went back over to her bag. "Good news Jacky?" The Deputy caught her off guard using her name like he did. She looked up and caught his gaze squarely. "You need to call me Ms. Fredrick here. And, Deputy, I hope she is as tight and wet as I am right now when you get home." Her words were again thick. The triumph from the negotiations had made her more excited and emboldened. She was horny right now, and if this deputy had said the word they would be fucking in some back closet in minutes. Her need startled her, and when she looked up at him she almost felt his surprise. Jacky could not believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Holy shit, who was she right now? "Holy shit Ms. Fredrick; you have a way with words. I'm glad I'm sitting behind this desk right now." The Deputy smiled and almost sighed as he spoke. Jacky smiled back. "Bye for now, see you in a month." She grabbed her bag and walked out. ************************************* Once outside the courtroom, Jacky moved quickly making her way to the parking garage, ready to leave and go back to her office. She took her phone out as she walked and once in the elevator, she saw Dean's text. "Tonight?" His word was a humble request, but it threw her over the edge. "Now! Your car. My office garage top floor. Now!" She needed him, and she would get him. Jacky was famished. It had been a week since they stayed together and her encounter with the deputy coupled with her negotiating had made her panties soaking wet. ************************************ When Jacky reached the parking garage she parked her car quickly and grabbed her bag. She was nearly running to the elevator when she caught herself. She had to slow down and get into her space again. She was his Domme and this need for Dean would not do. She had to rein it in. When the elevator reached the top, she stepped off with a calm face on. She walked slowly around the corner and saw Dean's charger there and he was standing next to it waiting patiently. Jacky did not rush to him, but walked slowly up to the car. Dean reached out to take her bag, and he put it through the open driver's window onto the seat. He waited then, not making his mistake from the day before again. Jacky took a half step towards Dean and the space between them closed just enough to flush heat through her entire body. God, his smell was intense, and it let her know he was sweating already. He was just as excited as she was to be there. It felt like the powder keg from the other day between them waiting for the slightest spark to ignite. "Lay down on your back seat angel." Her words were serious and harsh. She felt like an animal. Jacky could smell this man and she wanted to fuck him now. Dean complied, sliding a little against the car so that he could open the rear driver's side door. His eyes stayed on hers as he moved and she shifted with him. She moved her mouth so it was inches from his neck, but did not touch him yet. Dean's breathing increased as she hovered there, and he did not move. He was waiting for her to touch him, his body pleading for it. Jacky moved back a step breaking the connection and allowing Dean to get into the car. He lay across his back seat then flat, he had on blue jeans with brown boots and a button down grey shirt. His jacket was tossed over his front seat already. He lay there watching her waiting. She stood looking at him as if he were prey for a moment, and then she moved slowly. She sat in his car forcing him to bend his knees up, and pulled the door shut next to her. His eyes watched her every move. She slowly removed her jacket, prolonging his torment. Jacky slid down in the seat just enough to allow her to remove her panties – white lace just like she told Deputy Juan. Dean's eyes lit up watching her do it. Jacky moved so that she was straddling him. She admired how the leather on his bench seat felt on her knees. It was nice back here she thought. She leaned forward hovering in Dean's face. His shirt had slid up just a little exposing a fraction of skin on his abdomen. Jacky felt his skin graze her clit. She was on fire, and she seized the opportunity to plant her wet pussy directly on him. "Oh, yes." Dean's words were a reaction more than they were intentional. Jacky grabbed Dean's right hand and pulled it above his head, then followed with his left. Dean's eyes were burning with lust for her as she tied her white lace panties around his wrists. "Do not rip my panties. Understand?" Dean nodded his assent breathing heavily. Jacky slid back then so that she was astride his thighs. He was already rock hard beneath his jeans waiting for her. Her fingers moved quickly and roughly. She undid Dean's belt and in a flash had his pants completely open before her. She leaned forward and licked her own wetness and heard a familiar groan from Dean's mouth. His hands flew down towards her, but he stopped short of touching her. He lifted himself up panting in his desperation to touch her. "Hands up angel." Her single finger motion made Dean fling his hands back above his head. It was as if she had used magic to force him. Jacky shifted Dean's jeans down and then lifted his underwear up and over his throbbing cock. He was magnificent. She worked his boxers down just enough to give her a clear path and then moved up to kiss him on the mouth. Dean did not force this kiss, but accepted whatever her lips were willing to give him. She stopped kissing him but left her lips just an inch from his mouth so they could breathe together with their eyes locked. Sliding backwards, she used her body to guide his head into her dripping hole. Once he was just inside, Jacky could take it no more. She slammed herself back onto him burying his entire cock in her. They groaned together with their eyes locked. Her movements were not soft and gentle as she continued to slam into Dean. Their grunts matched each other with each blissful filling. His cock seemed to be the only sensation in the world as it rushed into her body each time. She felt his head slide past her g-spot quickly with each thrust and then felt her clit slam down onto his body. He felt amazing. "LADY J, I'M GOING TO CUM IF YOU DON'T SLOW DOWN, I'M SORRY, I..." Dean's yell was muffled as Jacky slammed her hand onto his mouth. "I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANGEL; JUST DON'T YOU DARE GO SOFT." Her words would have scared the shit out of her only months before this, but now she meant every last one. Jacky held her hand over Dean's mouth as she stared into his eyes. He looked like a scared animal for a second - one caught by a hungry lion. The look faded as she slammed into him once again and was replaced by a wrinkling at the sides of his eyes and a lifting of his chin. It only took a few more thrusts before Dean was screaming curses into her palm. Jacky felt his hot cum spray in her body and it sent her screaming over her own edge. Her orgasm was violent this time. Every muscle in her body coiled tightly up and released at the same moment. She slammed her fist into the door panel as a flash of pleasure rippled through her entire pussy. "OH FUCK YES!" Her words were almost a scream of relief at finally quenching her need. She stayed there feeling her teeth clenched and her jaw shake in the pleasure. When the world started to fade back in around her, she looked down at Dean. Her breathing was ragged as if she had just run a marathon and Dean's was much the same. She reached and untied her panties from his wrists, freeing him. Dean lowered his hands, but did not touch her. No words came between them for what seemed like forever and their bodies stayed locked together. ************************************************* After the two had situated themselves, they both stood outside the car again. Jacky felt weak in her legs and her pussy was numb. She was surprised that just one orgasm had thrown her this far from her equilibrium. "Can I kiss you Lady J?" Dean's request was sweet and pleading. "Yes angel, and you can touch me." Dean grabbed her instantly when her sentence was out. Before she knew it he had her pinned against the car kissing her entire body with his own. His tongue moved and searched for any part of her mouth that he could find. He was feverish. When he pulled back, they were both breathless again. "That was incredible...my god, when does it stop getting better?" Dean's question came out as almost rhetorical. He seemed bewildered looking at her there. "I have to go back to work angel, but good boy for coming when I needed you." "Anytime you need me I'll come running my lady." Dean's smile was that of the Casanova that he must have been with his other girls. It did not work on her though, this time it was her relationship to govern, not his. He had no idea what his words meant to her as she walked away. The smile on her lips was one of knowing that not only could she do with him as she wanted, but she could beckon him whenever she needed him. The Closet Domme Ch. 12 The power made her moisten again, and she realized with a bigger grin that she had left her panties in the back of Dean's car. Oh well, she thought, let him enjoy. ********************************************************* Jacky buried herself in work again for the rest of the week and into the weekend. It seemed that she had fallen in love with the law once more. She reveled in scouring over Danny's file and preparing more and more arguments to help him. It was wonderful to feel this way again. Before she knew it, it was Friday and Jacky was heading home for the night. On her way out, she saw a familiar smile at the front desk. Oliver sat there looking every bit the young plaything he was when they were together. Jacky smiled at him sweetly and their look said a million things again. She did not stop, but secretly replayed their times together through her mind. ***************************************************** By Saturday morning, Jacky had already used her vibrator twice. She had actually woken up in the middle of the night after dreaming about her swarthy deputy to have two orgasms with that vibrator. He had a profound effect on her, and she was surprised. Dean's text that morning asking to meet today seemed to pale in comparison to the dreams of the night before. She rejected him, thinking that she did not need to be satisfied right now. Instead, she went about her usual weekend chores. By the evening; however, she could not stop thinking about sex again. Juan had clouded her mind completely leaving her wet as she walked from aisle to aisle in the grocery store. Her car ride home was filled with distractions in her mind and when she passed an adult book store, she realized that she had gone two lights too far. The XXX in the window called to her though, and before she knew it she had parked her car and was heading inside. This was not the store she had been to before; it was much seedier than the other. She felt out of place in that small dimly lit place. Jacky's first instinct was to run for the door and never look back, but then she caught the gaze of the guy at the counter. He was a middle aged man, balding, and quite overweight. His eyes looked her up and down, and she could not help but wonder what grotesque thoughts were going through his mind. As an instinctive measure, to get away from his lecherous gaze, she made her way towards the back of the store. It was in this back room that she found her next ideas for Dean. She had reached a wall containing all types of toys for use on men. It ranged from dildos that far exceeded the one Dean had for them to cock rings and butt plugs and all sorts of other contraptions. Jacky stood there mesmerized for a moment. She settled on several items, which were not extreme in any sense, and made her way back over to the counter to suffer what this gross little man had to give. It was a god-send that he barely spoke to her as he packaged up her items in a brown paper bag. He handed it to her with a smile and it was all she could do to make herself reach out and take the bag from him. She was careful not to touch him. Once in her car, Jacky sat for a moment just considering what had become of her. She had gone from an uptight, pure vanilla sex person to buying toys for her little angel at a sleazy sex shop. She wasn't sure whether to be shocked or disgusted or thrilled with herself. She opened her phone and the answer was right there. "Please Lady J, can we meet?" Dean's text came at the perfect time. He snapped her back to thinking about exactly what she wanted. The Domme inside screamed out with glee and she giggled out loud in the car. She was giddy with the thought of having her way with her angel. "Meet me at Mel's Bar in an hour." Her command was simple. She wanted to try out her new toys after all. *********************************** Jacky arrived a few minutes later than she wanted, but held in her purse one of the toys from the store earlier. She was excited when she saw Dean sitting at the bar. As she approached, though, her smile was shattered. Only one seat away sat Deputy Juan and next to him, who she only assumed was his recovery girl. It was clear that Dean and Juan were talking as she approached, because Dean did not even look at her. At first, she thought maybe she shouldn't go over, but then she decided that her need to have Dean was outweighed by any risk. Would Juan tell anyone? She hoped not. As she approached, Dean looked over and his grin was clear. If Juan didn't know already, Dean's grin gave away at least the sexual nature of their relationship. Dean was respectful as always though, pulling out a bar stool, but not touching Jacky as she sat. "Jacky, hi, I think you know Juan from the courthouse right? He was here when I came in, and we were just catching up." "Yes, Dean, I actually have a case in his courtroom right now, my criminal case I told you about." Jacky was somewhat relieved and smiled at Juan bashfully. "Juan and I were just discussing a case I testified in a few years back with his Judge. It was a crazy case with this massive car accident that your firm handled. I had interviewed everyone, so Juan and I had plenty of time to talk when I testified there for almost a week straight." A sigh of relief flowed through Jacky as she considered that Dean had not set up some type of double date, and even more so that he and Juan had things to talk about other than her. "Ah, the joys of court, right? So, Juan, tell me who is your lovely date?" Jacky asked Juan cordially as if everything was normal. His look back at her was full of knowledge, but wary at the same time. "Oh, this is Nan. Nan, this is Jacky, she's an attorney in the area." Juan was formal in his introduction and full of tact thank God. Jacky walked around and shook Nan's hand. Jacky could not help but note that Nan was a beautiful woman. She was average height with a nice figure and gorgeous blond hair full of curls that fell just past her shoulders. Jacky smiled knowing that this sexy deputy had a lovely woman at home. She felt bad for an instant for her sexually charged comments towards him, but dismissed it on the notion that they were only comments with no actions behind them. She sat down then next to Dean, with him at the corner of the bar and Juan one seat over on the other side. The small talk ensued from there, and Jacky tried to quench her need for Dean. She had planned a much more interesting adventure than this when she texted him, and now Juan's presence had dampened her ability to engage. Jacky was proud of Dean as they sat there sipping drinks, he never touched her or made any reference to them together. In fact, if it wasn't for the look on his face when he glanced at her, you would have thought they were just colleagues having a drink. She would reward him later for this, very much. Not long after finishing her first drink, she looked up to catch Juan looking right at her. Nan and Dean were in the middle of an exchange about some sports team Jacky knew nothing about and did not notice the look between the other two. Jacky held his gaze noting how his normally slicked back hair now fell down on one side over his eyes. He had his hair longer than she expected on top. His t-shirt revealed the bottom of some tattoos on his upper arms, and clung to his chest perfectly. She only wished that the wooden bar top was not blocking her view of the rest of his body. She wondered if she would be able to see Juan's cock through his pants. His eyes and hers were locked on each other when Nan suddenly touched him breaking the moment. "Honey, I have to go to the Ladies' Room, I'll be right back." She walked away casually. "I think I'll do the same." Jacky followed Nan into the back of the bar. ********************************* She and Nan made casual small talk and then as they washed their hands, Nan finally asked her the question she dreaded. "So, are you and Dean dating?" Her question was simple, but hard to answer in many ways. "Sort of, mostly we're just fucking." There it was the alcohol honesty, what the hell was she thinking? Jacky's mind reeled at what she had just said. "Oh, wow, honest aren't you." Nan was taken aback as well. "Sorry, I guess that drink was stronger than I thought." She smiled attempting to play it off. "Oh, it's all good. He's hot as hell after all. So, tell me woman to woman, is he actually good in bed?" Jacky gave Nan a surprised look now. This woman had a little bit of spunk in her too huh? Wow, she appreciated that. "Oh goodness," her word choice was careful trying to be the sweet girl again, "he's perfect, in every way that counts if you know what I mean." Jacky smiled allowing the mischievous look to creep back onto her face. "Wow! Well, I can tell he's smitten with you as well. He strikes me as such a giving man. I wish Juan were more, well giving in some areas." Nan was clearly a little tipsy herself it seemed. Jacky was sad to hear her say this, and it somewhat shattered her fantasy of Deputy Juan. "Really? I always thought Juan would be amazing in that department. Anyways, Dean, well he'll give, but he's really good at taking, and I like that." Jacky smiled and dried her hands walking out of the bathroom. She left Nan to follow with a surprised look on her face. When Jacky returned and sat down, she could not help but wonder what the two men had talked about. After all, if she and Nan could be so frank maybe they could too. Of course, she didn't once think that Dean would tell Juan that he liked being paddled, tied up, or fucked in the ass, but who knows. Juan's smile at her when she sat down made her wonder a little more. ******************************** The night wore on with more and more drinks and stories between the four of them. Then, Jacky reached her tipping point. She had been getting wetter and more excited sitting there with these two men, and finally could not wait anymore to start on her plan. She leaned over to Dean's ear. "Take what's in my hand and go put it on." Jacky whispered in his ear. Juan was watching her every motion and seemed to know something was up, but Nan was caught up watching something on the TV. Jacky passed the small item to Dean below the bar, and he took it in his hand. His fingers investigated it and then he looked at her puzzled. "It goes around the twig and berries with the big part below the berries. Oh, and make sure you turn it on before you come back." Her whisper was in as much code as she could muster with the haze of whiskey in her brain. Dean took a second and looked at her, and then he was up and on his way to comply. "I have to hit the head, I'll be right back." Dean almost had a skip in his step as he moved to the bathroom. Juan looked at her puzzled as Jacky's grin spread across her face. A raise of her eyebrow made him smile back and then get up himself to head towards the bathroom. Jacky waited patiently for Dean's return. She didn't care if Juan was there with Dean or what they might talk about; all she cared about was Dean enjoying his toy. She had bought him a vibrating cock ring. It was her first, but her read of the instructions had certainly made it seem enticing. It was small and purple, her favorite color. It was designed to fit around his shaft and balls and had a small push button vibrator to rest behind his balls and on his skin. She was excited to see if he liked it. Dean's return a few minutes later made her more excited. Juan was with him and looking at her skeptically. "Everything okay Dean?" "Yes, perfect." He cooed at her with a smile, oh that smile. He took his seat again shifting so the crotch of his jeans was lower and he was slouched on his stool. Jacky scooted a little closer and dropped her hand to his lap. The conversation between Juan and Dean continued, but Jacky no longer heard it. Instead she was busy enjoying the feeling of stroking Dean's hardening cock through his jeans. She watched his face as he flushed a little even in the dim light and she soon saw the inevitable bead of sweat form across his upper lip. She glanced to the side and noticed Juan looking at her even as he spoke to Dean. He knew something was going on, and she was more than happy to smile back confirming his notion. Dean leaned over suddenly into her ear, "that feels so good, but here? Are you sure?" His whisper had a breathless quality that made Jacky moisten even more. She had no intention of stopping though, even as she noted Juan looking at them. Jacky drug her nails down Dean's shaft through his jeans then and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from her angel. Nan still mesmerized with the TV seemed to notice nothing, but Juan had a steady gaze on her and glanced at her arm leading down beneath the bar. Dean's forearms were propped on the bar as he sat there taking whatever she wanted to give. Seeing Juan watching them made her want to put on a show for him and make him jealous. Her greedy fingers stroked along Dean's jeans until she could feel them getting warm from friction. She looked at Juan over Dean's arm as she pretended to care what he and Dean were talking about. Juan's breathing seemed to quicken a little as Dean's tiny noises with pleasure slipped into their conversation. Jacky saw the small bead of sweat form on Juan's upper lip as he looked between her and Dean. "Ah, it's about that time Jacky." Dean's words were almost desperate and meant more than Juan realized. "No, we are staying here until you finish...or I mean we finish our drinks." Jacky's own words were unequivocal and her slip of the tongue was absolutely intentional. She wanted to make Dean cum now, right here with Juan a few feet away. She looked directly at Juan as she continued her movements on Dean's cock. A few moments later, and Dean turned his head to look right at her eyes squinted and biting his bottom lip. She felt his hot cum seep through his jeans as he froze there. "Dean, you okay?" Juan's words caused Dean's eyes to jerk open. He turned his head back towards him. "Fine, just a sneeze, sorry." Dean was breathing heavy as he explained and Juan smiled at him. Jacky had no idea if Dean knew that Juan saw what was happening, but she saw on Juan's face that he was fully aware that a sneeze had not caused Dean to look away. Jacky pulled her hand up above the bar and swirled her drink with her index finger. She smiled at Juan then and put her finger into her mouth sucking slightly. "Yummy." Her words were meant to drive him crazy and the look on his face reflected just that effect. It drove her past the point of no return and now she had to leave with Dean. "Dean, let's head out, now!" Dean was slow to move still recovering from his orgasm, but he soon found his way to his wallet pulling out a credit card and placing it on the bar. Juan was transfixed and could not stop looking at her as the party said their goodbyes. Somehow, Jacky was more excited knowing that Juan saw that than she was even thinking about it. ************************************ Jacky and Dean walked quietly back to Dean's car. Jacky had walked to the bar from her apartment because it was only a few blocks away, but she didn't want to walk home now. In fact, she didn't want to go home until she had her fill of Dean tonight. When they reached Dean's charger, she grabbed his hand as he went to open the passenger door. "Back seat Dean." Her words made him smile. Dean moved his hand and opened the back door. Jacky was the first in crawling on all fours in her black dress pants and sleeveless shirt. Dean slid in to find himself face to face with her ass. "Eat me and make me cum angel." Her words made him act immediately. Dean had his hands around Jacky in an instant and was unbuttoning her pants and undoing her zipper. He pulled her pants down her hips gently and did the same with her panties. He wasn't ravenous this time, but instead took his time to investigate her pussy with his tongue. He was lavishing affection on her like she was a delicacy. He felt so good with just the tip of his tongue tracing along her lips and over her clit. His ventures towards her asshole made her inhale. She was in bliss with this man buried in her pussy. Her eyes closed as he pulled her towards himself and relaxed back against him allowing her elbows to rest on his bench seat. Ooooh the leather felt extraordinary in her sexualized drunken state. Jacky buried her face in that back seat as Dean continued his slow, meticulous assault on her. "Oh angel, it's time to fuck me please." In her excitement she had asked, and it stopped her. She was momentarily brought back from the pleasure and she took immediate stock of Dean and what he was doing. She relaxed when she noted that he had not strayed in his pattern or his tempo. She was so wet and she could hear him taking a few last licks before fumbling to undo his belt. She felt him then as he put his hands back on her hips, and she shifted to sit down on his lap. Both their pants were down to their mid-thighs. She reached back and lined up his cock with her hole. Her slide down was exquisite as she felt him go in at this new angle. Her eyes flew open as she reached the bottom of this motion. She felt the weirdest sensation moving through his body into her own. "Oh my god, is that the vibrator?" She asked Dean as it dawned on her what she was feeling. "Yes, do you want me to turn it off?" Dean's words were kind and he breathed them out in her ear. "No, God no...oh angel." Jacky moved slowly on Dean enjoying the feeling of having her very own vibrator right here in the car. It was so much more, though, because it was attached to this man's incredible cock. They moved together in rhythm as she felt her orgasm approaching. Dean's breathing resonated in her ear as he neared his own release. "OH, holy shit...oh..." Jacky's orgasm was different and rush of fluid poured from her body unexpectedly. She looked down to see that Dean's seat was wet with a clear fluid and he had popped out of her pussy. She kept moving instinctively with this new feeling of pleasure. She rubbed her pussy along his shaft as more spurts of liquid came from her, and then Dean's own cum shot out of him. "Oh fuck...oh..." Dean's cum shot in tendril after tendril. Normally this would have driven her crazy. He had not asked to cum and perhaps more importantly, it was incredibly hot seeing him shoot like that and hearing it land mysteriously on the rug in the back of his car. Today, though, Jacky sat transfixed, not sure what to think or what to say. "Angel...I." "It's okay, I know you squirted...it felt awesome." Dean's words sent her mind into a tail spin. She squirted? Squirted? She didn't squirt, what the hell. She had only seen that in pornos. No way that just happened now. I mean she felt amazing, but what the fuck? There was so much liquid and it was...well it was like nothing she had ever felt before. She moved then, pulling up her panties and pants and fastening them. Dean's sat for a second and then slid off his cock ring as his erection receded. The silence was almost deafening as he resituated his clothing. "Are you okay?" Dean's words startled her back to reality from her stupor. "I...I'm fine, I just." Now it was Jacky's turn to stammer as she looked at Dean dumbfounded. "Have you never squirted before?" Dean asked her genuinely concerned for her lack of clarity in that moment. Jacky didn't know what to say. She was shocked and processing the whole scene and at the same time a little fuzzy still from the alcohol. Her head refused to clear it seemed, and all semblance of the Domme disappeared. She sat staring at him betrayed by her own body it seemed. The truth was no, she had never squirted before and this was completely unexpected right now. The Closet Domme Ch. 12 "May I touch you Lady J?" Dean's words brought back a faint glimmer of her Domme. "Yes." Dean pulled Jacky over and wrapped his arms around her at the same time pulling her up onto his lap. Dean was strong around her easing her feet across his wet jeans so that she could be close to him. He kissed her softly allowing her to warm up to his lips. Jacky did not speak, but reveled in how even in his gesture now he was trying to please her. Dean pulled back and looked at Jacky. Her eyes searched his for what to say and it was he who put his finger to her lips this time. She had nothing, so he spoke. "One of my exes did that sometimes, but god there is something about you that makes it so much hotter. I love feeling your cum all over me." His words were a whisper and made her feel beautiful and herself once more. He finished his sentence with more kisses to her face and now she engaged completely reveling in how warm his mouth was and how comforting it was. ***************************************** Sunday left Jacky wondering in awe at her experience from the night before. She couldn't pinpoint what made her body react in this new way. Was it the alcohol? Was it Juan? Was it Dean? She had no idea, but she did know that it had shocked her. At the same time, she could not fathom why in all the things she had done with Dean, this new discovery one would shock her. Her conclusion was simple, it was the vulnerability. Jacky did not expect to be vulnerable with this man. She was in control with him and told him what to do and how to do it. Last night, she was at his mercy and had no idea what to say to him or how to react. It was disarming in a way that she had not felt since before her flyboy. She wasn't sure if that was something she wanted to go back to, though, and certainly if this gave Dean some type of power over her then she could not have it. At the same time, it felt incredible. It was a moment of true masculinity to her...she ejaculated. She did not cum with him inside her or touching her, she came on him. What a feeling! *************************************** New work was assigned to Jacky on Monday, but it wasn't the same for her as the criminal case that had reawakened her. It was some new iteration of the money arguments that she had always been involved in. This person wanted her client to pay them money, and shock of all shocks, her client didn't think he owed anything. For the first time since she had been at the firm, she saw how petty her regular cases were. These weren't the same as with Danny's case. His freedom hung on whether or not she could do her job, not his cash flow. As the week wore on, Dean texted her several times but she constantly rebuffed him. She was not interested in the vulnerability again from the weekend. It still had her mind in a tailspin that she was even capable of squirting. Now, she wondered how Dean felt about it. Was he thinking that it was all him and it was some sort of Marco Polo syndrome? Did he believe that it made them closer somehow, or did it make them closer? Too many questions plagued her mind when Dean's texts came, so she rejected them until she could calm her anxieties about this new found sexual ability of hers. It wasn't until the following Tuesday after visiting with her client in jail again that she finally reconciled herself to the situation. She had been able in talking with this young man about his problems to realize just how stupid it was to over-analyze her own life. The truth was, she liked how it felt to squirt, so why not just embrace it and try to do it again. That's when she remembered that she had bought more than one toy to try with Dean, so she decided it was time to try out some of his other boundaries. "Let's meet tonight, your place at 8pm." Her text was simple and she expected his response to be a simple one. "I can't I'm out of town working on a case. I won't be back until Saturday morning." Dean's response blew her away, she needed him now. "You didn't tell me you were leaving. This is not acceptable." Her message to him was empowered, and conceited, and it felt good. "I'm sorry Lady J, please punish me when I get back." Dean's answer was perfect, and it made her want him more. Saturday seemed so far away, but it also gave her time to plan, and she knew then that Dean would take whatever she had in store for him. The Closet Domme Ch. 13 Her Private Angel – Part 6 Saturday took far too long to arrive, and by that time, Jacky was angry. Her Domme had been excited, too excited. By Thursday the vibrator was not enough for her showers didn't do it, and watching porn wasn't helping either. It was miserable not having her toy. Two weeks had passed since her adventure in the car with Dean and she was stalking about her apartment Saturday morning caught up completely in the thought of having Dean naked displayed in front of her. He would definitely be punished today for not being available to her. She had thought of a dozen different ways to play with him, but today she had decided to just let herself do as she wished. Her bag of goodies was packed by the time she got the text from Dean. "I'll be home in about an hour I think. Would you like to meet up?" Dean was very wordy, which was unlike him. He was asking politely. Jacky wondered if he was afraid, or was it that he wasn't interested? No, she stopped herself from those thoughts. Her lack of self-confidence had drifted back in now that she had been without a toy for so long. She had to remember that Dean was hers and he not only wanted her, but needed her. Jacky went to her closet and pulled out her trench coat. Today, she was going to look the Domme part completely. She slid on a pair of lace black panties noting that she was wet already thinking of Dean. She had bought a new top that fit her perfectly and the black leather clung to her. A glance in the mirror helped her adjust the clasps in the back and spin it around. It was a black leather corset with bra cups on top like the one she had worn before with Dean, except garter straps hung from it. As she slid up her thigh-high stockings and clicked each garter in, she caught a glance in the mirror. No shock showed on her face this time, only desire. A lust filled her eyes and she could not help but admire it with a grin. She stepped back and pulled out her tall patent leather heels, yes she thought, but something was missing. She had the red lipstick she liked in the bag of goodies intending to put it on in the car, and then she decided that unlike the other times with Dean, she was going to make her eyes jump out at him tonight. Jacky pulled out a black eye liner from the back of her cosmetic drawer and drew careful thick lines around her eyes pulling them out to the side so that she had a cat eye appearance. Her green eyes glowed under that thick black make-up and the predator she wanted to be smiled back at her from the mirror. The makeup was less for Dean than it was for her. She felt like a tiger in this, a starving tiger. Jacky threw on the trench coat and grabbed her heels and her "Domme bag" and headed out the door. She wanted to be there waiting for him when he came home. ****************************************** Dean pulled up in front of his apartment, and got out of his Charger. Jacky stood next to his house watching him as he did. He looked sexy and she could practically taste him. He approached his trunk and opened it, not seeing her in the shadows. How funny, she thought, this former cop was not very observant. She wondered if it was the distraction of her that made him oblivious to her prescense in some sweet irony. Dean's every movement allowed her eyes to look over a new body part. She stood in the shadows stalking him as he pulled out his only suit case and walked towards his front door. Then, she pounced, not able to wait another moment. "Angel, you have been a very bad little boy." Jacky stood right behind Dean as he reached for his keys in his pocket. The distance between them was only an inch, and she could smell his musky scent. Dean froze when she spoke. He clearly had not heard her approach "God, I've missed you Lady J." His words were a welcome sound, and the deep sexy tone behind them made her smile. He had stopped midway to reaching out with his key to unlock his door. Jacky pulled her hands from her pockets and reached around him right there at his door. One hand found its way to the suitcase in his left hand taking it and dropping it on the stoop. The other found its way to his cock. Dean wasn't hard yet, but he had definitely started to respond just from being in that space with her. She rubbed along his shaft letting her other hand fall onto his left hip. Dean's body responded immediately rushing blood into his cock and making him harder beneath her hand. Jacky pressed her body against his wanting him with every fiber. "Mmmmmm, angel....." Her words were soft, and came out as a sigh of relief at finally being able to touch this man again. Her cheek was pressed against his back and she held him tightly. "Oh, god yes....." Dean was enjoying this as much as Jacky was with his hips moving slightly with each stroke of her nails down his shaft. His khaki pants afforded her the opportunity to feel his precum ooze through as he got more and more excited. This was heaven she thought, but she needed more. "Open the door angel, and let's get you punished." Jacky's words were thick with her lust for him. She wanted Dean, now, and did not want to accept any more delay. When he pulled away, she felt his urgency to get inside. He reached down and grabbed his suitcase throwing it inside the door with no concern for where it landed. Dean turned almost instantly and flicked on his light, and then he backed up a few feet allowing room for her to walk into the house. Jacky stepped inside striding slowly. Once in, she untied the waistband of her coat allowing him to see her outfit beneath as it fell open. She wanted him to know exactly where her mind was, so that he would not mistake this as a time to be coy with her. He belonged to her right now, and so did everything about him. She reached out to him handing him her black leather zip top "Domme bag." He took it obediently waiting for her next command. She dropped her jacket on the floor and stood looking at him. She was the tiger waiting to pounce on Dean and she was eyeing him. The erection forcing his pants outward was obvious and she admired that he would have that reaction without even touching her. He was delicious and today he was dinner. "Clothes off." Her command was simple and forceful. Dean did not hesitate to comply after placing her bag on the coffee table beside him. He did not put on a show today as he had before. He dropped his green jacket on the floor behind him and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His eyes fixed on Jacky as he squatted to untie his shoes. When he stood and kicked them off, his breathing was already quicker. Jacky enjoyed this it was like toying with him as she stood there watching. Dean's removal of the remainder of his clothes was hurried and only moments later he stood before her naked and waiting with his erection proudly displayed. She liked that cock, it had been in more than one of her dreams through the past week and it was all she could do not to launch herself onto it. She wanted to take him in her mouth and make him beg to cum. She wanted to suck every last drop of cum that she had missed out on in the past two weeks from his lovely balls. Her own wetness soaked through her small lace panties at the sight of him on display. Jacky held herself in check, and walked over to Dean slowly. She took him by the hand and walked him up to face his living room wall. They had only made it six feet into the house and already she could not wait to make him cum for her. Dean seemed to understand and placed his hands on the wall in front of him. Jacky was against his back again, in an instant, feeling his skin on hers at every point that was exposed. Her right leg forced itself between his legs and he stood there facing the wall waiting for her. She breathed hot breaths across his back and neck as she ran her cheek over his broad shoulders. Smack....Jacky spanked him on his right ass cheek making him jump. She had control now, and no words were being spoken he was just allowing her to have him. The predator ran her hands around Dean's hips and along his back as she saw fit, exploring his skin. She grazed her tongue, lips, and even her teeth along his back, but did not touch his cock yet. Smack....now it was Dean's left ass cheek that she smacked as she pulled her other leg to join the first. She stood there both her legs between his and ran hands along his biceps. Her desire and lust filled the air as her breathing on his skin grew more rapid. She could hear Dean breathing heavily as well as she pressed against him harder. Slowly she moved Dean like a puppet. She pulled his right arm up above his head on the wall giving him a point of balance, and she laced her fingers through his. His other arm she pulled off the wall and down to his cock. She gripped it as well, and started using his hand to stroke his own cock. "Cum for me now......hard....all over this pretty little wall of yours." Dean started to stroke himself steadily. His movements growing quicker as her hands tightened on both of his in the excitement. She pressed her body against him from behind feeling the muscles in his legs and ass tighten in front of her as he grew closer. Her breasts begged to be free pressing hard against Dean's back. "Oh fuck, oh yes.....oh....ahhh!" Dean came hard and his words nearly drove Jacky over her own edge. She had played his voice over and over in her head during the past few days. Feeling his ass cheeks flex against her body and hearing the splatter as each shot of cum came out of him only took the edge off the need in her. She had to have more. Dean braced himself there breathing hard and ragged. It was a release he must have needed too. They were locked in that moment, but only until Jacky broke from her enjoyment. She stepped back and admired Dean braced against the wall as he was. He truly was a magnificent specimen of a man. He had muscles over his body in all the right places and his clean cut short hair glistened with sweat perfectly somehow. "Your room, now!" Jacky stood waiting. Her face felt flushed with excitement and the whisp of hair that fell from her tight bun hung along her cheek. When Dean turned, she could see the lust on his face too. She wondered how she must look right now. She wondered how badly he wanted her. He knew her, though, and he knew that jumping her would mean nothing. The way for Dean to show her that he wanted her was to obey every word. He turned silently and walked back towards his bedroom. Jacky followed close behind him, her bag in hand. "May I undress you Lady J? May I kiss you? May I touch you?" Dean's words were pleading. He wanted her as much as she did him. "No, angel, you have been so bad, and you know that you aren't allowed to do those things without earning them. Get on your bed and lay on your back." Her voice was low, and she spoke slowly with her head tilted downward. She meant her words, and the last fell out with a bite behind them. Dean got onto his bed and lay down as ordered, and Jacky put the bag down by his feet. She leaned down and gave in to her urge licking Dean's now half flaccid cock. She wanted to taste his cum and the tiny bit gathered on his tip was enough to flood her mind with him and all they had done before. She reached into her bag then and produced their handcuffs. Her movement was slow and calculated to tease them both. She climbed onto the bed on all fours straddling Dean, and crawled up to reach his hands. First, the left wrist was clicked into place, and she ran the chain behind the headboard and back through easily clipping his right hand in as well. There, he was immobile, and it made her eyes glisten to see him before her. Dean's eyes watched her as she moved with her breasts inches from him. On her slow movement to dismount from the bed, she noted that Dean's cock was hard again. Ah, Dean, he was ready to go again in seconds. He was such a lovely toy. Jacky's next item was a CD, which she produced form her bag and removed from its case. She made her way over to Dean's CD player and turned it on. His eyes watched her as she put the CD in, and turned the volume up just enough. The player sprang to life with ferocity, playing her favorite – Metallica. The opening of Battery started, and she turned to smile at Dean. This was not his type of music, but she was about to make him remember this album forever. Another reach into Jacky's bag produced a 5 inch latex purple butt plug and a bottle of lube – coconut scented. Dean's eyes widened, but he did not protest. Jacky wasn't going to be gentle with him this time. She dropped a liberal amount of lube on the plug, and ran her lubed hand down Dean's balls to his asshole. Her finger lightly touched him, and he pulled his knees up allowing her the access she was demanding. Then, she shoved the plug into him with force, to its end. "Ahhhhh.....oh shit." Dean was surprised by her forcefulness, and it may have even hurt a little, but Jacky enjoyed the feeling. His legs went back down as she grabbed yet another toy from her little bag. Still Jacky was silent eyeing him as Battery continued to play in the background. When Jacky made her way over Dean's body again, his eyes held a small bit of fear. She held in her hand two little clothespins. Dean hissed as the first found its way onto his left nipple and hissed again when the other found his right nipple. When she got back off the bed, she admired the man laid out before her for a moment. "How do you feel angel?" Jacky's question was not meant to raise protest, and Dean somehow knew that. "Amazing, Lady J.....punish me more." Oh sweet music, his words excited her more than ever. The final item then came out of her bag. She had bought a nice size vibrator. It was about 8 inches long, and aerodynamic in its shape. It resembled a missile when she saw it in the store and the silver color only added to its allure. When she clicked it on, Dean's eyes flashed with excitement. He had no idea what she was going to do, and she was already torturing him to some extent. By the time the opening riffs of Master of Puppets started Jacky was straddling Dean's face backward with her pussy pressed hard against his waiting mouth. Her soaked panties had been off in an instant to allow Dean's tongue to diligently work her wet hole as she rode the vibrator she had placed on his chin. She held it there letting him feel the vibrations in his jaw as he thrust into her as far as he could. Then, just before she came Jacky stopped and dropped the vibrator lifting her clit into Dean's mouth so that he could be the one to make her explode. "Ah, god, fuck..." The sharp spasm that racked Jacky's body forced her to catch herself on his chest. When she brushed one of his nipple clamps on the way, he sucked in his breath sharply. It did not deter his mouth though as she heard the handcuffs pull taut as he strained to suck on her as hard as he could. When her orgasm subsided, Jacky turned straddling Dean's stomach and picked up the vibrator from where it had fallen on his throat. She used it to trace a line along his neck and between his pecs. She couldn't resist her urge, so trailed it across his chest until it rested on his clamped right nipple. "Aaah....oh shit." Dean's face cinched in pain and pleasure as he inhaled sharply. His back arched slightly. "So, Angel, will you ever go away without telling me again?" Jacky asked sweetly. "Never Lady J, never...ah." Jacky lifted the vibrator letting Dean breathe again. The music made it almost feel cinematic as she rolled off slide of the side of the bed. The opening chords of Welcome Home started as she moved to place the vibrator on Dean's hard cock. She used the music as a guide moving up and down in perfect time, marveling at how his body responded easily with the touch of this machine. Dean soon started making his usual sounds as he neared his orgasm. His eyes went shut as his head tilted backward. Those burning hazel eyes flew open again, though, when Jacky stopped her movements with the magic little missile. He gazed at her needing her to touch him more. He got his wish as she shoved her mouth down onto his cock. "Aaaaah.....holy fuck." Dean's head was thrown back instantly and it was Jacky's turn to feel the vibrator on her chin as it lay across Dean's balls. It seemed to resonate through her jaw with each thrust of his head to the back of her throat. "Oh, fuck, yes, oh fuck." Dean's stream of curse words meant that she was about to get what she had wanted for days. Then, like a glorious sweet fountain Dean poured his sweet cum down her throat. He seemed to cum forever as Jacky greedily sucked it in. She felt herself moan around him. It felt so good to get this from him. It still was not enough, though. She wanted to be sated, completely, and even licking the last drops from him as she pulled her mouth off was not enough. She needed more. "Now, angel, who's cock is this?" Jacky accentuated her words by touching his cock with the vibrator. He was clearly still sensitive and jolted slightly as she did it. "It's yours my lady, all yours." His breathing was so harsh and seemed to fit in with Disposable Heroes perfectly. "And, who gets to choose when she uses it?" Jacky touched him again, reveling in how he jolted, but his cock still started to come back to life again. "You do Lady J, you get to use it whenever and however you want." His words were harsh and his face strained. Jacky pounced once more straddling Dean again. As she crawled to his face, she realized that she still had her heels on, how glorious. She truly was his Lady J. She moved up enough to unlock his cuffs and allow his hands to fall down. Dean looked drained, but she was not done with him yet. She slid forward more so she was just below his nipples, and carefully unclamped them. His nipples were hard and red from the clamps. She rubbed over them gently, and his eyes opened wide. Still sore, apparently, she thought. Her mouth upon his right nipple as she slid backward made him moan once more and she felt his cock stir just below her ass. Oh, now he was ready again, huh? Good. Jacky reached backward and found the vibrator beside Dean's leg and she picked it up. The look on his face was one of pleading her to not use it on him again. "Please I want to be inside you Lady J, please." Dean's pleas were not enough, not yet. "Hold this on your lips angel." Dean awkwardly took the vibrator from her and held it to his lips. Jacky smiled. Dean had placed it with the tip just below his nose. He was so cute when he obeyed, but she realized that she had been vague in her desire to use fewer words. Her smile caught her by surprise as she moved the vibrator so that it was across his lips from left to right. Had she really just smiled? It was like the animalistic fog had lifted. Jacky was no longer ravenous, but was now just enjoying being back with her little angel Dean. Dean's smile back was soon covered as she moved so that her clit was over the vibrator. She let the sweet sensations roll through her body as she moved slowly at first looking down into Dean's eyes. He looked so helpless there. His hands were freed, but still he did not reach for her. He was being so good, she thought, and decided to let him at least touch her as she moved. She reached up and grabbed Dean's free hand moving it so that it was between her legs. Dean did not have to ask, this was her way of allowing him to touch, with no words needed. His insertion of two fingers into her hole made her find the wall with her hand. When he put his pinky into her asshole, her eyes flew open from their slumber of enjoyment. Dean stroked her with his fingers and she ran her clit along the vibrator. She could feel his hot breath on her body as his lips parted below it. Oh, how fantastic this was. The Closet Domme Ch. 13 The pleasure seemed to be endless and engulfing. Jacky lost all thought of what she must look like and how crazy the scene was. All she could feel was Dean's breathing, the vibrations, and the stroking. Oh, the stroking...it was all too much. Her own scream shattered the silence as her cum flooded out of her body and across Dean's chin. The convulsions seemed endless as she held herself on the wall. Dean's hand had been ejected from her pussy when the fluid rushed out, and now held her hip reassuringly. The clenching the followed her orgasm was not of her own will, and it threw her each time as more fluid rushed out. The pleasure seemed to go on forever. When the waves subsided, Jacky opened her eyes again and glanced down. There was Dean's face half covered in her cum and shining. The vibrator had long since rolled off and both his hands gripped her hips holding her as she was bucking. The look they shared was one full of intensity. As Orion's familiar tones flooded back into her ears, there was just one thought that Jacky could muster. She wanted to feel Dean's cock buried in her. She moved slowly sliding downward and just as slowly slid him inside of her. Dean's gasp mirrored her own as she felt how rock hard he was. Jacky leaned forward and smelled her own pussy on Dean's face. She did not care that his hands still held her hips; all she cared about was how nice her throbbing pussy felt being filled by his cock. She threw herself backward and braced her arms on the bed on either side of Dean's legs and slowly slid him partially out and back in over and over again. He seemed to last forever. The silence soon filled the room as the CD ended, and then a restart to Battery gave her a new rhythm to follow as she rode him. Dean was moaning before long and suddenly sprung up to grab her completely and bury his face in her chest. She did not protest, but instead leaned a little further back so that she could thrust harder onto him. "Oh, yes, yes.....oh angel, your cock feels amazing." Jacky's words came out as a stream of consciousness as her eyes rolled in her head. This was intense and amazing. How could it feel like this she wondered, but her own orgasm broke her from thought. Her arms flew around Dean's head and held him tightly as her pussy clenched around him. His cries were muffled as he came inside of her, but his hands returned the vice grip that hers had. When he pulled back, the two shared a look that held a billion thoughts and yet none at the same time. She sat there with Dean still inside and felt completely tied to him in every way. Dean was her world right now; her angel was back and he was where he belonged. ************************************** "Good morning beautiful." Dean's words sounded as Jacky's eyes opened. The morning light had just started to fill the room and seemed to cast the perfect glow on Dean's face. He was smiling and his hand was on her face stroking along her cheek. Jacky smiled back at him not caring about anything other than the pure joy she felt in that moment. It was so nice to wake up with Dean. They shared the craziest of nights and yet it seemed so normal to wake up with him like this in his bed. "Good morning." Her words held the fog of just waking up. "So, are you hungry? I can make us something while you catch a few more minutes of sleep." Dean was adorable in that moment. His skin glowing in the soft morning light, and his eyes had kindness in them. There was something else in those hazel eyes, but Jacky could not place it. All she knew was that she loved the way he looked at her. Somehow it seemed like she was still his girl, even though he was her bitch the night before. "I'd love that Dean, whatever you want to make would be perfect." Jacky rolled over to catch a few more minutes of much needed rest. ********************************************** "Jacky, breakfast is ready." She must have dozed off, but Dean's words woke her once more. Now, he stood next to the bed in a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt looking every bit the stud. Jacky just watched him for a moment, and then lazily got out of bed. Once she was up, Dean darted back out of the room towards the kitchen. As she stood there naked, she realized that her outfit from the night before may not be the most comfortable for breakfast. She was momentarily paralyzed, and then she decided that if she could have Dean's body, surely she could borrow some clothes. She made her way to the dresser and after some rummaging through a little settled on a grey t-shirt that hung on her. The shoulders were far too big, and the bottom nearly hung down to her knees. She marveled as she stood there at how much larger Dean actually was than her. In her heels, she was his height almost exactly, but without them Dean stood 6 inches higher than her. His shirt manifested this well. Knowing that his pants would never fit, Jacky made her way out of his room wearing a pair of his boxers. They hung on her as well, but after she rolled the top over a few times they seemed to be the appropriate length. Jacky made her way out of the bedroom and into Dean's kitchen. There he was putting plates full of eggs, bacon, and potatoes on the kitchen counter in front of the two stools that she had never really noticed before. He looked every bit the domesticated god she thought. Her own self-consciousness kicked in as she realized what a sight she must be after their quick shower the night before. She probably had make-up smeared all over her face, and her hair had to be disheveled after wetting it the night before and sleeping on it. She ran her fingers quickly through her hair, and caught Dean's smile. "It's okay, you look gorgeous. Now, sit and eat with me, I have something to ask you." Jacky smiled returning to the shy girl that was locked somewhere deep inside of her. This was the first "morning after" experience she had had in a long time, and definitely the first awkward breakfast as a Domme. She wasn't sure what to make of it all, and instead sat silently burying herself in the rather delicious breakfast Dean had made. "Sorry, Dean, just a little tired and well...." Her words came out finally after she had gotten some food into her body. All traces of her Domme had disappeared and this was her, raw, in front of him. "It's fine." His words stopped her as he sat and ate for a minute. A few bites later, he finally paused and looked at her. "You're beautiful when you sleep you know, there's nothing I'd rather look at in the morning than you." My god he was good she thought, and she wondered if she should check him right there. It was starting to sound like he was going to have a deep moment that she simply could not reciprocate, not now. "Oh angel, give it......you don't have to charm me, I'm a sure thing." She smiled allowing herself to enjoy the clever banter coming back as the breakfast made its way through her body bringing her to life once again. "So, Jacky, I was wondering if I could ask you for something. I mean after all the times we have.......been together.....I was just thinking that maybe we...... Well, I was just wondering if I could take you for a real date." Thank god, she thought, he had not ruined it all like Oliver did. A real date, though, what the hell did that mean? They had dates, like at the restaurant that time...oh that's right she thought, that ended in a parking garage hand job. Surely, though, oh my god, she stopped herself and froze in mid-bite of another slice of bacon. They had never actually been on a date, and she felt more connected to him than any other man she had ever been with. There had been no flowers, no candy, no shyness and playfulness. They had been physical from the first meeting with no in-betweens. Should she ruin that now, she wondered. "Ummmm.....well, what did you have in mind exactly?" That's right Jacky, when in doubt buy time by asking them to clarify. Her attorney side saved her right then. Dean looked awkwardly back at her, probably having the same million thoughts running through his head. "I don't know. I could take you to dinner, maybe a movie, and then I could take you to your place. Like a real date, date." "Dinner and a movie, and then my place for what?" Jacky had the deer in headlights look she knew it. "I don't know, maybe a nightcap? I mean maybe if I played my cards right some awkward first date sex?" He chuckled with the last part, but she wondered if that might be the hardest part of going out with Dean. That end of the night awkwardness. Regardless, Jacky could not resist in her near stupor that morning and gave in. "Okay, but next Saturday, I have a ton of work to do this week and next week is another negotiation for that kid in criminal court." Her mind wandered to poor Danny and she was able to get away from the awkwardness that had invaded. "Oh, the criminal case in Juan's department." Dean's words made her look at him suddenly. Was that a hint of jealousy in his voice? How odd, she thought. "Angel, are you jealous of Juan?" Jacky smiled at him coyly as she munched down the last of her eggs. "Not jealous per se, but I don't like you being there when I know he's thinking about you that way." Dean played off the jealousy well, and at the same time tipped his hand on information. She wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it definitely piqued her curiosity. "And how would you know what he is or isn't thinking about me? Whatever did the two of you talk about the other night at the bar?" Now, she had to know, but tried to play coy still. She didn't want to tell Dean that she was having the same thoughts Juan was having about her, but about him and that sexy Deputy ass of his. "Let's just say he was full of non-professional questions that night about you in particular." Dean smiled. He stood up and walked around the counter opening the fridge to get milk. She did not stop herself then, as he poured a little in each of their mugs in anticipation of more coffee. When Dean closed the fridge, Jacky was only inches from him and she walked forward forcing him to back up against his wall. He immediately fell into his place and put his hands back against the wall as well. Funny how his failure to touch her had now become a way of expressing his desire to be hers. Jacky's hands found their way to the front of his pants and she slid them down inside under the soft elastic band. Dean was wearing no underwear that morning giving her easy access to his cock. She didn't want that right now though, she wanted information. "Now, tell me what he asked and what you told him, before I punish you again angel." Jacky wrapped her right hand around Dean's balls as her words came out in that familiar dusky tone. She squeezed slightly, to let him know where she was. Her other hand was laying gently on his hip waiting for its opportunity to seize him fully. "Oh....let me think." Dean played coy smiling at her. She loved it when he was coy like that. Her hands squeezed tighter and she felt his cock on her forearm as it started to come to life. She saw a flash of pleasure then noted the wince of pain that let her know she was right at Dean's threshold. "Mmmmm.....he asked if we were together, and I said sort of. He asked if I had hit that, and I told him sort of. He asked if you were any good, and I told him you were incredible, like no other woman I had ever known. That was about it, I think." Dean thought she was incredible? Interesting, and a good thing to know she mused. "Are you sure that was it?" Jacky squeezed just a touch more. "Aaaaah, yes, yes." Dean's answer made it clear as he clenched his teeth together. Jacky relaxed her hand, and her left joined it rubbing Dean's cock now. His head tilted down as he looked into Jacky's face. He felt so good in her hand as she rubbed slowly. She was making sure to keep her stroking light and soft, aware that the night before and the lack of lubrication would be too much if she sped up. A few minutes passed of this lovely interaction between them, and Jacky smelled the familiar scent of Dean's sweat. It ignited her instantly when it reached her nostrils. She needed more of him now. Not even knowing what she was doing, Jacky found Dean's mouth with hers. With her hands still working, she kissed his beautiful pink lips. He returned every tongue thrust and touch as she grew more and more enthralled with the moment. She stopped and backed up sliding Dean's boxers down her hips and onto the floor. She turned and hopped up onto Dean's counter to sit using her hands to brace her. Dean stood against the wall waiting for her next move, and as her hand found her own clit she made him wait there as she stroked herself. Her knee touching his hip, while his hands stayed locked next to him on the wall. She saw his excitement grow as his breathing quickened watching her on display like that. To her surprise, he started muttering curse words under his breath. "Cum on me angel, I want to feel it." Dean moved instantly on hearing her words. He dropped his own pants to the floor and turned. His stroking was at a fevered pace as he stood before her with her legs splayed in front of him still stroking herself. "Oh, fuck...oh..uhh." Dean shot his load across her pussy over and over as he stood there stroking. When he had finished, he stroked the head of his cock down her entire pussy giving her the last drops of his cum. "Clean me." Again her words spurred instant action in Dean as he buried his face in her pussy. He lapped and sucked at every inch of cum, both his and hers. She adored how willing Dean was to drop all boundaries with her and just obey. His tongue soon drove her to her own orgasm. "Oh yes, ahhh." Jacky grabbed Dean's head shoving it onto herself with both hands and her thighs tightened on his cheeks. Dean tapped her on the leg then and she realized he couldn't breathe trapped in her pussy as he was. She released him, leaving them both breathless and half-naked in the kitchen. ******************************** After a week of working her ass off on the newest set of civil cases, and trying to find time to look over Danny's case, Friday could not come fast enough. As she left the office, though, it hit her. Tomorrow was their "date night." What was she thinking? Could she really go on a normal date with this man? All she wanted to do when she was near him was fuck him. Not just fuck him, but use him, abuse him, and eat him alive. How was she going to sit there and have a normal date with him? Those same questions rattled around her brain over and over again until she finally fell asleep with anxiety ridden dreams to follow. ************************************* Friday night's rest, if you want to call it that, did not stop the constant doubt running through Jacky's mind and she soon found herself in front of her closet at 4 pm trying to decide what she should wear to her "date" tonight. Ugh, she thought, all she had was attorney clothes, comfortably, arguable not public attire, and Domme clothes, that were definitely not pubic worthy. What the hell should she wear for a normal date? Ultimately, Jacky settled on a black knee-length skirt and a bright purple sweater. It was with reluctance that she passed over her black patent heels, but ultimately she decided on a pair of modest height purple heels. She refused to put on pantyhose, but she did put on a small amount of makeup akin to what she wore to work every day. Standing in front of her mirror, she could not help but feel stupid. She had been physical with Dean for months now, and yet here she was feeling self-conscious about what to wear on their date. Her old anxieties crept in as she noted her stomach that was not perfectly flat and her arms that did not seem skinny enough in that sweater. She was on the verge of taking it all off and calling Dean to cancel when her doorbell rang. Shit! It had been an hour since she started trying to get ready for him already. A final glance in the mirror, and it took every bit of self-confidence she could muster to make her way to the front door. She answered it, and there was Dean's smile. He looked perfect, as always, standing there in the evening light with only the faintest glimmer of sun behind him. Fall was coming early she thought and opened the door for him to enter. Dean stood awkwardly inside her doorway as Jacky moved to her hall closet to grab her jacket. Her hands brushed over the beige trench coat, but resigned herself to the knee length black trench coat instead. She figured it would just be too much if she wore the Domme coat out on their "date." When she returned, Dean held the door as she walked out with her purse on her shoulder. "Oh, let me help." Dean aided her in pulling her hair from under her jacket as she situated herself to walk towards his car. She had worn her hair down, more for the sake of expediency than anything else. His hands sent a shiver down her body as they brushed her neck. The electricity between them was still there at least she thought. Dean's touch was expected this time, and was part of their agreement. He had asked that he be allowed to treat her as he would any other girl he was taking out for the first time. As their conversation came back to her, she wondered if any girl he took out for the first time wanted to fuck him as badly as she did right now. It was all she could think about, if she had to be honest. As he reached past her to open the car door, she stifled her desire to slam him against it and have her way. Perhaps waiting this past week was a bad idea, as her desire was surprising her now. A week of no touching, and she felt like she could hardly wait to sit on Dean's ever beautiful smile. As he walked around the car, Jacky stole a glance into the backseat and her pussy moistened instantly. She could practically smell their cum from the back of the car as she replayed the night of her first ejaculation. God, tonight was going to be harder than she thought. When Dean situated himself into the driver's seat, Jacky caught herself already checking to see if his cock was hard, and to her surprise it wasn't. She sighed and sat back resigning herself to giving this a try as a present to her angel. ************************************* As dessert was placed in front of them, Jacky smiled. She made it the whole way through dinner and had not once said anything nasty or put a toe in Dean's crotch, nothing. The electric between them was palpable, but under control for at least the time being. The conversations between them had been pleasant, and had shown Jacky just how much she liked Dean outside of what she already knew about him. He was just an all-around nice guy, sure he loved sports a little bit too much, but it wasn't the only thing about him. She found herself interested in many of the same books and movies, and even caught herself laughing at some of his relayed adventures. "What does that smile mean Jacky?" His question roused her from her wandering thoughts. "Huh? Sorry, just thinking. I guess I was just musing at how nice this idea of yours turned out to be." Her smile spread wider as she gazed into his eyes. He was a truly handsome man with chiseled features and a beautiful pink lipped smile. His hazel eyes held a twinkle tonight under his stern brow line. The maroon button down shirt he picked only made those eyes jump out even more. He was every bit the gentleman all night, asking her politely if she wanted everything and treating her like a goddess. "Well, I hope you are enjoying it. I was thinking though, maybe we could go back to your place after this and you could give me the tour. Perhaps, skip the movie." A raised eyebrow took her back as she wondered if he was insinuating more. "On a first date?" It was her turn to play coy now, allowing just a hint of her controlling side to slip out. The Closet Domme Ch. 13 "Ah, well I was just wondering if I had played my cards well enough to make love to my girl tonight." Dean's words changed the mood instantly. Oh shit, did he say "his girl?" What did that mean? She had ended things with Oliver because of his emotional entanglement, could she really allow Dean to call her that? She could play it off because it was their date night, but then there was the other part.....make love? He wanted to "make love." What did that mean? How to answer? What should she say? "Dean, I.....well the "l" word may be a little more than....." She stammered slightly and could not hold back her blush. At some point that night, she had allowed all of her guards to go down and here she was this vulnerable girl in front of him. She was floored by his looks and his entire presence and had no idea what to do with what he just said to her. The Domme surely would have smacked him for it, and part of her wanted to run away. Dean was her angel though, and she felt so connected to him. "Hey....no, don't think about it all too much. Just say yes, so I can take you home." Dean's eyes were full of anxiety now. He seemed afraid that she would run away, and at the same time he was reaching out to her trying to find some middle ground. "Okay, let's go." She leaped then, right off the edge of comfort and her new lifestyle. The ground seemed almost shaky as they made their way out to Dean's car; she was worried about this next part. She had not "made love" to anyone in a long time. She had not relinquished control at all in so long and now she was going to give it all to Dean without questioning. ************************************************ Jacky held her glass tightly. She could feel the warmth of the port in her body and it was the only thing relaxing about the situation right now. She tipped it back and sat there with the faint music from her stereo in the background. "You know, I'm not going to do anything that we haven't done before. In fact, I might do some downright tame shit to you right now." Dean's words were perfect in that moment allowing them both to laugh easily. Thank god, Jacky thought, at least he could feel the tension too. "Sorry, I'm just...... I don't do this, you know, at least I haven't in a long time." She laid it out there, and it felt good to open up to Dean. He reached out and took her hand as he stood up. "Come on, beautiful, let me make a woman out of you then." Dean's words of humor diffused her nerves instantly. She was relaxed again and followed him eagerly to the bedroom. Dean stopped in front of her bed with its nicely pressed purple comforter stretching out next to him. Her no shoe rule meant that she was decidedly shorter than him as she stood there waiting for his cue. She figured that's what girls did in these situations was wait for the man to make the first move. His fingers coaxed her chin up and their mouths met for the first time that night and it was all perfectly familiar and right with the world again suddenly. She and Dean kissed as equals, enjoying each other with no animal cravings on either side. His fingers played in her hair as he pressed his tongue onto hers. She stopped suddenly when he let his left hand wander down to her hip. She pulled back, and looked up at him. He was so handsome standing there. Dean's right hand traced her face and down her jawline before returning back into her hair as his kissing resumed. His hands were so warm and seemed to leave lines as they traced over her skin. As his left hand made its way under the edge of her sweater she felt her craving for him come back. His right hand soon moved to the other side of her sweater and together they pulled it up over her head. Suddenly, his wet lips were pressed on her neck and collarbone. She felt so exposed somehow with her smooth blue satin bra displayed before him. "I love your skin Jacky, it's so soft." His whisper in her ear made her head fall back allowing him greater access to her neck and chin. He took her right hand and kissed her fingertips before placing it on his own shirt buttons. She obliged and used it to undo each button making sure to keep eye contact with him. The sweat bead on his upper lip made her want to jump on him, but she held herself in check. His night, this was supposed to be his night to run things. Dean helped with the last few buttons after untucking his shirt and threw it to the ground. His hands were on her again then tracing around her back and finding their way to the clasp of her bra. Dean's mouth continued his assault on hers making her body respond even though her mind was unsure about what to do. Her pussy started to drip as he pulled her bra free. He danced the back of his right hand across her breasts and her already erect nipples. "I love your tits you know, a perfect C cup right?" He was asking as he rubbed her nipple with his thumb. "36 C – good job, and why do you ask?" Her words although coy were unsure. He had never checked her out like this and it felt odd but welcomed. Her insecurity from earlier shattered as he made her feel beautiful with his eyes. "Just checking that my hands didn't get bigger." He smiled kissing her again. Dean pulled back taking off his own white t-shirt now standing before her bare-chested. He was so sexy, she thought. His pecs rippled slightly as his hands found their way back into her hair. The room felt so quiet as they stood there. The soft music in the background was not enough to drown out her breathing as Dean made his way back to her neck. Jacky's own hands found their way to his biceps and her body started to respond even more as she felt the heat from her pussy creep up to flush her chest. When Dean pulled back, she saw the flush on his own chest and wondered if she had ever seen that before. He seized her then grabbing both her ass cheeks to pick her up so they could fall onto the bed together. Dean's lips and hands were all over her and soon he was pulling off her skirt to reveal blue satin panties that matched her bra. Jacky reveled in the feeling of Dean's soft kisses along her abdomen and down across the top of her panties. .His kisses were becoming wetter and wetter as she felt his excitement grow. His body had always been quick to respond, and when he made his way up to her left nipple she felt his erection sweep across her leg. It instantly sent a rush of wetness to her pussy and made her yearn to have him. Dean kissed her on the mouth only once before setting upon her legs. "Oh, your skin, Jacky, god it drives me crazy every time." This was the first time she was hearing him tell her these things. It was amazing to her, and she now would have to make him say them to her all the time. She felt beautiful in that bed and was eager to lift her hips when his hands encouraged her to. He pulled her panties free, and she lay there naked in front of him wet, flushed and panting with anticipation. It took all her force to not shove Dean's face deep into her pussy, and instead she caught her bottom lip in her teeth as he teased her with his tongue on her thighs. His movements were slow and deliberate and they were driving her mad with lust. It was surprising how excited she was, but still paled in comparison to her desire when she dominated him. Dean's eyes fixed on hers as he passed over her small black tuft of pubic hair and kissed his way up her body to her mouth again. He lay there against his kisses full of intensity as their bodies locked together. Jacky sighed as Dean reached to undo his belt, finally she thought. She was stifled once more as Dean slid his belt out and onto the floor, but stopped to kiss her once again. Dean knew exactly what he was doing as he moved with what seemed like intentional largess. His fingers traced over her body everywhere. His gaze found its way around her breasts and then his mouth followed. His lips on her right nipple made her groan as she held his head. His body responded to her sound as he pressed his erection against her leg. God, she wanted him now. She wanted to throw him down and have him, but patience, she had to have patience. Dean's movement down towards her pussy again made her pant harder and her brow furrow as she looked into his eyes. His hot breath made her want to beg to be tasted, but she could not bring herself to say the words. That's when she realized how quiet she was. In all her encounters with Dean she had been barking orders and saying every little thing that came to mind, but now she was at a loss. It reminded her of all the encounters she had with men before the flyboy. The sense of vanilla love making with a girl saying nothing and just hoping that the man would get it right made her feel clichéd suddenly. Dean was doing well, but the silence seemed deafening. His tongue made her break the silence then. His hands held her hips as he started his slow exploration. He had been like this before with her, but she had demanded it, now it was his choice. Her orgasm could not have been further away when he started, but his mouth took only moments to bring her to the edge. "Oh yes, oh.......right there....yes." Dean stopped abruptly, leaving her wanting more and pleading with her eyes. Dean's lips found hers again in an instant and she could smell her wetness on him. The memories of him begging for her kiss only after satisfying her played through her head making her want him more. "I want to feel you cum Jacky, from inside." Dean smiled and rolled off the bed so that he could drop his pants down. He calmly stepped out of them, but did not remove his boxer-briefs, making her feel more frustration in this waiting game he was playing. When he returned to the bed with her, his erection was straining to be freed from his underwear and she looked at him unsure. Dean took her hand and put it on his cock then, as if to say that it was alright for her to touch him. She needed no further invitation. It was all she could do to check the Domme from pinning him down, so this minor bit of allowance was all she needed to dive in. Jacky's hands found their way into Dean's underwear in an instant and she was rubbing him roughly all over. "Ah....too rough, please, I need uh." Dean's words made Jacky freeze. She was ravenous for this man, and he was not enjoying it. It was the first time that she had ever had to stop because he wasn't enjoying their activities. "Sorry, I just." Jacky stammered, not knowing what to do next. "No worries, maybe we should just get some natural moisture on there." Dean's smile was full of playfulness and turned into a smirk at the end. He was trying to keep it light, but also trying to keep her interested. He lay back and tilted his hips removing his underwear finally. Then, he was on her. This time it was Dean who held her arms down as he used his legs to part hers. She did not resist him, wanting his cock inside her badly now. At least then she could find her release. Dean inserted himself slowly looking in her eyes as they breathed together. When he was in completely, they both groaned together. They were grounded in that moment together. His movements started slowly as he eased himself in and out. She had to admit this felt nice. It was nice to have him do all the work in this way, and more importantly it was nice to feel him where he belonged – inside her. Just when she thought she could take no more of his slow movements, Dean started a steady increase in speed. Jacky felt her body respond and didn't stop herself from lifting her knees to spread her legs wide for him. He was spurred onward by her actions and sped up even more. "Oh yes, oh.......ahhhhh." Dean's orgasm was unexpected and he continued to move only in reflexes afterwards. When his eyes found hers again, he had stopped and was just looking at her. "Wow, you always feel so good. How was it for you?" His words were cooed, and he leaned to kiss her. He should never have asked her that last part. She wondered if she should continue the charade and tell him what he wanted to hear. Honesty, she thought, brutal honesty, that's what he would expect. So, the act stopped here. "Okay Dean, okay......" That was it. It was okay, not great, not awful, okay. Dean pulled himself out and rolled off of her. He lay next to her, and she reached instinctively to pull the comforter over herself. She felt awkward and wanted to cover her body. Sex had not been so awkward for so long and now, ewww. "Okay? I didn't feel you cum, did you?" Dean asked her yet another stupid question. She could not help but hate him right then. No man should have to ask if you came. Either you came, and they should feel like the man, or you didn't. There is no silent cum she thought, and even if there is for some women, not for her. Her entire body orgasmed, what the hell was wrong with him? He should know better and never have to ask. "No." Her word fell out of her mouth without hesitation and the silence truly fell in the room. Now Dean knew, he knew that it was not nearly as good for her as he hoped it would be. He had kissed her everywhere, he had gone down on her, and he had been an amazing lover really. But, it wasn't enough. She came when she was a Domme. She came when she was relaxed and in her element with no one judging and no awkwardness. This was contrived, and it was the sex everyone had. It was ......boring! Dean knew what he was doing with every woman before her probably, but with her he had missed the mark this time. The silence continued in the room for a few moments, and then once her body had relaxed the fatigue from not sleeping the night before and from their date set in and Jacky fell asleep. ************************************************ "Good morning beautiful." Jacky snuggled her cheek a little, not wanting to get up despite the words that she heard. When she did open her eyes after a few moments of fighting it, she realized exactly where she was. Jacky was in her bed cuddled onto Dean's chest. Somehow he had replaced her body pillow and she was completely wrapped around him. "Hey." She spoke only a sound really in her half-slumber. "I have to pee Jacky, can I get up real quick?" Dean got his wish as she rolled over to her other side. Jacky realized that it was already morning as she saw Dean walking back to the bed naked. He looked amazing, but somehow didn't seem the same to her here in her room. He slipped into bed behind her, again, and wrapped his arm around her side and under her breasts. "I'm sorry, it'll be better next time." His whispered words pushed too far, and she couldn't hold it in anymore now that she was more awake. She was pissed. Never, as a Domme, had she fallen asleep without her own release, never. This was unacceptable...next time? Next time? Fuck that. "Dean, I don't want a next time of that. I want you to be my angel, not my boyfriend." Her words fell heavily between them. She rolled to face him as she spoke. They had not sounded as harsh in her head, but when she saw Dean's face she knew they were a lot for him to take in. "What was so wrong with that? What's so bad about being normal once in a while?" "Normal? Normal? Dean, is that what this is about? You don't think I'm normal? Well, I think you're boring. If you have been fucking all your girls like that, then you suck. I bet they have all been faking it with you too." Oh shit, that was too much. She had lashed out at him. How dare he say she wasn't normal. Fuck his labels, and fuck him. Not once had she felt judged by Dean until he used that word. Now, she felt a blow directly to her stomach......he thought she wasn't normal. Jacky got up in a flash and went to her dresser to find sweat pants and a t-shirt. She didn't want to be naked with this man anymore. Let him judge her when she was protected and he couldn't see her body. "I, shit, I didn't mean it that way. I just meant like go out and not just, you know fuck all the time." His look said he was kicking himself right now for what he said, but it wasn't enough. Jacky was flushed with anger and feeling dirty in the room with him. "What's so wrong with fucking all the time Dean? I thought that's what you all wanted all the time. You never complained about it before." She snapped the words at him. The Domme wasn't pissed now; it was the attorney in her. She was going to find his weakness and use it against him. She needed to hurt him like he hurt her. Wound him deeply for making her feel vulnerable and labeling her. And, it was all because she didn't want to be like every other girl he had been with before. "Don't you get it? I want you. I don't just want to fuck you. I want to be with you. I want to take you on dates, and have you meet my friends. I like fucking you, but I want it all with you." Dean put it out there, and now his voice was raised too. He hadn't used the words that Oliver had, but he was pulling out the emotional ties just the same. "I don't know if I can give that to you Dean. I'm not good at that, but I'm great at fucking. I....." Dean sprang up at her words, and he kissed her, grabbing her in his arms. Thank god, she thought, it saved her from crying right there in front of him. "Give me what you can, and I'll take it." Dean tried to reassure her, but Jacky's mind was reeling. "Dean, can you please leave....I need time not with you right now." Jacky begged him to go, she couldn't cry in front of him, not now. He had taken her from the confident Domme to this sniveling little girl, and she didn't want him to see that yet. Dean released her, and put his clothes back on. Jacky didn't follow him to the door, but when she heard it close the tears wouldn't hold back anymore. She fell onto her bed, sobbing. So many questions were in her brain. Why did fun have to end like that? Why did he need these labels? Was it so much to ask to just fuck without thinking? Bastard! You bastard! The Closet Domme Ch. 14 The Temptations Abound Jacky found herself withdrawn for the next few days as she pondered what Dean had said. He wanted something "normal," and despite his retraction before he left it was the label that stayed with her. He had not texted her since and had not stopped by. Before she knew it, Wednesday had come and she was going to see her client again. The jail was dull and dingy as she waited to see him, and despite her thoughts being scattered, the smile on his face as he was ushered into the visiting room seemed to pull her from her stupor. Danny was her ray of hope somehow, maybe because she could be the attorney only with him, or was it because she seemed to know exactly what to do with his case. Jacky wasn't sure, but she had somehow allowed all thoughts of Dean to leave her as she started to talk to him. They spoke for nearly two hours while she tried to discover who the real man was behind Danny. When she finally left, they were talking as if they were old friends and she even had him smiling. Danny trusted her completely, and had even told her that he had never trusted an attorney before. As she left that night, she figured if she could look past the labels that Danny had lived with, then maybe she should give Dean another try and look past his labels. ************************************** After Jacky left the jail, she turned her phone back on and patiently waited for it to reboot. The jail had this policy that she could not bring her phone in and had to turn it off if she left it at the front desk. Ridiculous, but rules were rules when it came to this stuff, and she didn't feel like arguing over it. As if Dean could read her mind, he had texted her while she sat with Danny to talk about his case. "Lady J, can we at least talk? I miss you." She could feel Dean's need, and also a familiar stirring in herself that meant she could probably use some playtime with Dean as well. Her private angel had not left her brain until tonight, and it had only made her want him more now that she had a brief respite. "Yes, tomorrow night at the bar down the street?" She responded simply not wanting to tip her hand to her angel just yet. "I can't wait. Does 8 work?" Ah, his excitement made her smile as she strolled back to her car. "8 is fine, and have my usual waiting for me." It was nice to have a toy that she was comfortable with again, and Dean seemed to fit the bill just perfectly. She did have to talk with him, but knew that the dim lighting in the bar would allow for possible play time if she was so inclined. *************************************** The next morning Jacky was set to be back in court with Danny. This time she wanted to be ready for the Deputy and decided to play with his mind even more. There was something about knowing that she had power over him in that courtroom that made it easier for her to negotiate once she was in the back. She figured there was no harm in using that sense of power to her advantage ..... and more importantly to Danny's. ********************************************* When Jacky had looked in the mirror the next morning, she saw a stunning woman in front of her. Sure, she may not be the skinniest girl in the world, but her breasts sat perfectly perky and round just below the cut of her shirt. Her ass, nicely accentuated by the pencil skirt was drool worthy that day. It was intentional, and the green in her eyes seemed brighter than ever from the color of her shirt. She was dressed to stun. The Deputy was in trouble. ************************************ Jacky walked into the courtroom brimming with sexual confidence. Her knee length black pencil skirt had a slight decoration around the bottom edge that played well with the black nylons she chose. They were particularly enticing nylons that had a subtle, yet provocative black line down the back- similar to the old drawn on stockings from decades before. Her shoes were a modest heel height and black, with a small black patent bow built into the back of each one. Her black jacket fit her nicely and hid her bare arms. She had even gone so far as to wear a light green top, which was cut as low in the front as she would dare for court. As she came in, she saw the Deputy at the far end of the room, talking with the clerk. The room was busy as usual, but she kept her eyes fixed on Deputy Juan, willing him to look up. Sure enough, her will won, and the Deputy raised his head mid-sentence and stopped caught by her gaze. She smiled and immediately looked to her left where Danny was. Jacky approached the front of the courtroom past the barrier for attorneys only, and smiled at Danny like a mother, caring and focused on him. Once she reached the front and moved past the barrier, she was surprised to hear a familiar voice. "Hey Counsel, long time no see." Deputy Juan had caught her off guard. She frankly didn't know how he had moved so fast and was positive the whole courtroom must now know that he was interested in her. "Hi, Deputy, is it okay if I talk to my client?" She was polite, keeping pretenses made this dance of theirs much more exciting anyways. "Yes, if you answer one question for me." He was being particularly forward she thought, and she was surprised. "If I do, can I put my bag in front of the chair by your desk too? I want dibs on a place to sit while I wait....and that one seems to have the best view." Two could play coy she thought, and of course, she would win. When she was excited, she found that her Domme took over and the banter that came out of her mouth, as well as the attitude, conveyed by her body was instinctual. "Yes, I was heading there anyways." The Deputy walked over and sat at the small desk. Jacky followed and placed her bag on the other side by the chair. She made a point then to walk over so her back was to Danny and most people in the courtroom. Somehow she knew this question was one of a private nature. "Now, Counsel, at the bar the other night, what were you doing with that hand that I couldn't see?" The Deputy smiled as he spoke looking directly into her eyes. He was flirting with danger Jacky thought, or trying to embarrass her. Jacky smiled back, the smile of a predator, knowing that he was really flirting with danger either way, because she wasn't embarrassed by what she had done with Dean. "I was rubbing Dean's cock until he came for me, why do you ask?" Her words came out thick and full of sex – just pure sex. Once she had finished the last sentence she turned and made her way to Danny. She didn't look back, but Jacky could feel Juan's eyes on her. She wondered what he was thinking now, but allowed the thought to disappear when she reached Danny. "Hey honey, how are you doing this morning? Feeling good?" Her face softened. It was becoming easier and easier for her to shift in and out of her roles. She could be the hard-working attorney, then the Domme, and for Danny the mother he never had that would take care of him in the face of all this pressure against him. "I'm okay Jacky. I'm a little nervous." Danny stammered, and she could see the anxiety on his face and noted his hands writhing against each other on his lap. "You trust me right?" "Yes, completely." "Okay, then I'm going to go over and have a seat and wait for all these other fools to get done so I can go back there and show them how a real attorney fights for her client. You hang tight, and don't worry." Her look to Danny conveyed her confidence and she saw the worry fall from his face almost immediately. She felt at home in this atmosphere, and she reveled in it. "Okay." His voice lost the stammer and he was with her 100% now. Jacky put her name on the list, moving slowly through the courtroom. Afterwards she went back to the seat she saved. It never failed she thought. If she got here at 9 am exactly, she was still at least number 15 on the list. The other attorneys had some sort of buddy system going on where they would sign up the day before so that they didn't have to wait all morning. It was frustrating, but on the other hand gave her time to talk to her favorite Deputy. Jacky sat down in her seat and pulled Danny's file from her bag. She had to at least look busy. The Deputy said nothing when she sat at first. He just watched her. "Did you have another question Deputy?" She turned her head to smile at him and lock eyes with him. He was frozen there, looking at her like he still couldn't believe what she had said. "I.......I mean I guess I figured, but.....wow. You know how to shut me up every time don't you?" Ah, finally he got it. That was the point. Jacky wanted to shock him, and at the same time let him know exactly who she was without hiding it. She didn't know why she felt comfortable being open like this with him, but she did. Somehow this mysterious man brought that out in her. "Deputy, why do you care so much what I was doing with Dean?" She asked the obvious question, and shifting the embarrassment back towards him. "I just, well, let's just say you are not the typical woman I see every day. I suppose, I'm intrigued by you." He was honest in that moment, ending his sentence with a sigh. "Well, I'm just me, and I just don't care anymore what that means to most people. If that makes you intrigued that's fine, you can ask me what you want. If it makes you interested, then you probably need to talk to your girl about that." She smiled, softening. Jacky had to remind herself that she wasn't interested in ruining Juan's "recovery" as he called it. Nan had seemed like a perfectly nice girl, after all. "I'm intrigued for now, still sort of in recovery and all. So, are you and Dean together then?" "We're playing together right now, but for the other strings well I don't know about that. I just want a toy right now, and he's fun." Jacky smiled as the thought of Dean played through her mind. Her private little angel was meeting her tonight, and she was getting excited. "OK.....I'll pretend to understand that. He wasn't too affectionate in return, though, if you don't mind me saying." Was Juan actually trying to make her doubt her "thing" with Dean? Was he jealous? Oh this was juicy, and she couldn't' help but build the mystery. "Oh, he's not allowed to touch me until he earns it. He was actually being a very good toy that night." She smiled again letting images of their fucking in the car after the bar drift through her mind. He had definitely earned touching her that night. "Oh, wow, I.....so....." "Ms. Fredrick, you're up." Tala's voice broke the moment of understanding between them. "Yes, Juan, I control him....I'm his Domme." Jacky let the words hang for him to ponder as she grabbed her bag and headed for the back room. ********************************************* When Jacky came out of the back, the grin on her face said everything. She had run that room yet again. Between a male judge and a male prosecutor, there was no way that Jacky wasn't going to get exactly what she wanted for Danny that day. She walked over to the chair and practically threw her bag down, barely glancing at the Deputy. Her pace was hurried as she walked over to Danny in the jury box. "Hey, how does two years sound kiddo?" Jacky was beaming. This was the minimum and she never thought she would get down this far. The previous offers seemed to be reasonable and possibly have wiggle room, but two years was exceptional. "Oh my God, really? I can't believe it...are you sure?" Danny could hardly contain himself. "Yes, the DA said he would not object to the Judge doing two years, so with credits, etc., you will be home in less than a year. Now, the Judge wants me to go over all the final details with you and come back in 2 weeks, but he said he will do the two years." "Can I take it now?" Danny was obviously terrified of losing this chance. "No, we need to do it on a date where the probation department is here to take notes and everything so they know how it will be organized. After that, you'll be back for sentencing in another few weeks. The offer is yours, but we just have to do things by the book because it's not a typical deal for a case like this okay." Jacky reassured him. "Thank you so much, Jacky, I really appreciate it so much." "I'll come see you soon, but we are done for today okay, we are just putting it over two weeks. Hang tight Danny, we'll chat soon." Jacky smiled and made her way back to her bag. "Good news again, huh, Ms. Fredrick?" the Deputy asked with a smile on his face. "Did you doubt it would be? I mean I'm just as good at fucking as I am at being an attorney....so why would you be surprised?" "That mouth is going to be the death of me, you know." The small bead of sweat on Juan's upper lip reminded her of the other night, and she couldn't resist a last little barb to make sure he would think of her. "My mouth feels even better than it sounds Juan." She let the sexy velvet of her voice linger as her eyes locked on his. She was still leaning over his desk as she spoke and his eyes were clearly looking down her shirt. The air between them was filled with heat and she was sure he was thinking exactly what she was. Every time she had a great time in court, she couldn't help but get excited. She felt her pussy moisten as she stood up with their eyes still together. The Deputy cleared his throat, and then used his teeth to pull at his bottom lip. "Until next time then?" Her words were as casual as they could be given the moment they had just shared. The world had gone silent as the two of them fucked each other in their own minds. "I look forward to seeing you again Counsel." The Deputy's words were music in her ears and as he shifted to sit back in his chair, she caught a glimpse of his crotch. He was definitely a little excited, and it made her get wetter as she glared. He saw her eyes look down and smiled as she turned to walk away. Fuck, she thought, he caught her in a moment of weakness. She didn't want him to think that he had any effect on her, and now he knew. Fuck! ************************************* The afternoon had drug by, and now as Jacky brushed her teeth after dinner, she could feel how wet she was already thinking of Dean. Juan had ignited her this morning, and now she was in full heat. Her body temperature had started to rise the instant she put her court clothes back on. She wanted to look sexy for Dean tonight, so she had decided to wear the same outfit from earlier, but with an open black sweater instead of the suit jacket. She wanted to impress Dean and more importantly, she wanted to feel like that sexy attorney from before that ran the courtroom. It was 745 when she left her house to make her way to the bar. It was only two blocks away, and she wanted to be on time to get the awkward talking part out of the way. ********************************* Jacky entered the bar at 8pm almost exactly, and looked around with a smile for Dean, but he wasn't there. She couldn't believe it, and then realized that it would just give her a reason to punish him. A stop at the bar to order her Jack and Coke with cherries was all she needed before going to wait for her angel. She found a small table in the back where she could see the door and mercifully one of the TVs without sports on it. Some re-run of the Simpsons would keep her occupied. She waited patiently until her drink came, and then decided she better check her phone. Sure enough, a text from Dean was waiting for her. "Slight issue at your office, so had to go there first. I should be at the bar by 9, sorry. I hope the punishment won't be too severe." "Hurry angel, I don't like to be kept waiting." Her response was simple, but only served to push her further into the mood. She wanted her angel now, and as she waited her thoughts of him only made it worse. Her pussy was starting to throb when the door opened. She sat up immediately, with no concept of how long it had been, but it wasn't Dean – it was Deputy Juan. Oh shit, she thought, not like this. She didn't want to see him right now. She was excited, too excited to play with him. Maybe if she kept quiet Dean would arrive before the Deputy saw her, or maybe Juan would leave. "Do you need another drink Jacky?" Oh crap, the bartender yelled out to her from behind the bar breaking the silence and her cover. She hadn't even realized that she had finished her drink. Juan turned and caught her gaze. He was dressed casually with blue jeans and a t-shirt on. He looked so sexy there right now, and his look practically melted her. "It's on me, and bring a pint of Guinness over too please." Bring it over? Oh crap, that idiot was going to come and sit with her. Juan waited at the bar and when the drinks were placed before him, he made his way over to the table. "Is this seat taken....Jacky?" He had paused before her name, probably not knowing how to refer to her after their conversation the other day. "Not yet, it will be when Dean gets here." Jacky smiled, feeling the pressure to let him sit despite her wish to keep him away. Juan pulled out the chair and sat down across from her immediately creating a thickness in the air between them. She noticed it then, his smell. He smelled like the flyboy. God, what was that smell? Dean and Oliver had their own particularly lovely scents, but this one was musky and so masculine. It made her chest flush as she filled her nostrils instinctively enjoying every breath of that smell. "So, you're meeting Dean? I'll move as soon as he gets here I swear." Juan was being polite and seemed more bashful than he had been in the courtroom that morning. "I am, now Juan are you stalking me?" Jacky tried to be playful as her eyes drifted down his chin, then over his Adams apple following the soft stubble to the top of his shirt. She was so excited it was hard not to eye him hungrily. "I am not, actually. I was supposed to meet Nan, this bar is not far from her place. She just texted me, though, saying to meet at her place in like two hours, so I figured I would stop and have a beer or two before I went over." Ah, thank God, not stalking her and he mentioned Nan. She just had to keep reminding herself of Nan, and how she wouldn't do that to another woman. "Oh, so....you sat down, now what do you want to talk about?" She tried to push the mood onto him hoping that he would talk more about Nan and calm her down. Her eyes had already noted the lovely way the t-shirt clung to Juan's pecs and how tight it was on his biceps as he lifted his beer. She caught herself wondering how those tattoos on his upper arms would feel beneath her tongue. "Let's see.....well I'd ask you about the case this morning, but I don't want to pry into that stuff. So, why don't I ask you something way more intrusive? What the hell do you mean by Domme? Like a dominatrix from the movies? So, whips, chains, that sort of thing? I mean that's hot, but I didn't know people were so open about that sort of thing." Juan got right to it huh? He was practically gushing as he spoke. Mmmmm... his lips, why had men been created like this? He was so tempting here in this bar. She wanted to touch him right now. "It's kind of hard to explain. It's something like that, but more about control. I'm not usually into as much pain as the movies tend to show, but it depends on my mood. Honestly, I don't know how to describe it, I just do what I like and others seem to enjoy it." She really couldn't quantify things for him she thought. Jacky didn't know about these labels or what others more involved in what she liked called it. She just knew what she liked. "Give me an example of what you make your toys do for you." Oh my God he was dripping sex and begging to be used. She wanted Juan so badly right then, her pussy had been throbbing before he sat down and now she could feel her wetness seeping through her panties and her tights. The Closet Domme Ch. 14 Jacky leaned in, and motioned for Juan to do the same. He sat his beer down and she seized his right hand in her two hands. The warmth from it almost drove her over the edge as she folded his fingers down, leaving only his index and middle finger standing. "I would have you put these inside of me while I rode your face with your other hand cuffed over your head." Her words took on a low tone as she held his hand in hers their eyes locked on each other. She could hear his breathing as his hair fell into his face. "Jesus, that sounds hot. I'm not going to lie to you, it's making me rock hard just thinking about it. So, what else would you do to me if I was your toy right now?" Juan was getting visibly excited. Jacky could see his breathing speed up as he leaned closer to her, scooting to the edge of his seat against the table. "If you were my toy? I'd tie you up so I could suck the cum right out of your cock and feed it to you from my mouth, Juan. I.....I... fuck, Juan we have to stop this." She caught herself just as she slid her right foot out of her shoe. For a moment, she was about to shove her foot against his crotch, just to how hard he was with some part of her. The powder keg sensation was too much though, and she knew this was the time to pull herself back before the predator took over. He was playing with fire. "I....shit, I'm sorry, you're right, I shouldn't be doing this. I....I've just never.....I've never felt so much sexual energy from a woman before. You make my head spin." Juan pulled his hand from between hers and sat back grabbing his beer. He was shaky as he put it to his mouth. The door opened then, and there he stood, her angel, just in time. She couldn't have taken much more without some release. Dean caught her glance and smiled. He made his way to the bar and was standing at the table in an instant. "Hey, sorry I'm late. Here's your drink Lady...I mean Jacky." Dean sat her drink down and grabbed a nearby chair to sit with them. "Hey, angel, I'm glad you're here. Juan was just keeping me company until you arrived." She called him angel right in front of Juan, solidifying what she had told him earlier. Her secret was out and she didn't feel like dancing around it anymore. "Juan, how's it going? You're almost out of beer, did you want another one?" Dean was polite, although his disappointment that Juan was there was obvious. "Actually, I'm going to head over to the bar and chill and let you two have your table. Good to see you though, man. Hey make sure you ask this beautiful lady about her case in court today too, she was quite impressive." Juan shifted himself enough to stand without showing his erection and made his way over to a stool at the bar. Jacky couldn't help but notice that he was facing them still, wanting to watch she assumed. "I'm so sorry I was late Lady J, your firm is having a major problem. And, I'm sorry about the whole "normal" bullshit, it was stupid of me to say it like that. I didn't mean..." Dean started to stammer as he blubbered out what had probably been on his mind since he left her apartment. Jacky's finger to his lips stopped him. "Dean let's talk after...." Jacky's gaze said more than her words as she sat there. She moved Dean's hand to her leg and then up and under her skirt. As his fingers pressed against her wet nylons she felt better instantly. Dean's fingers soon started to move in circles and he looked her. His chair was at just the perfect angle for her to slide down against his hand. "Oh, God, you're so wet." Dean's eyes shut as he licked his lips in excitement. "Meet me in the men's room in one minute." Jacky stood up and adjusted her skirt to make her way to the nearby hallway leading to the bathrooms. The bar had a dozen or so people in it, but none seemed to be watching her as she slipped into the hallway-that is none except Juan. She couldn't help but get more excited thinking about him and what was in his mind. As she made her way into the handicap stall, she had flashes back to her flyboy and her first adventure in this new world of hers. "Hey." Dean's simple word pulled her back into the present moment. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the stall shutting the door behind them. They stood there together breathing, inches apart. Jacky eyed Dean like the predator she had become and he stood breathing hard waiting for any invitation to act. "Bend over, hands on the back of the toilet." Dean complied immediately, placing his hands flat on the tank of the white porcelain toilet. Jacky approached him slowly and felt the electricity come into the air as she ran her hand over the ass of his jeans. She loved his ass, and took the opportunity to squeeze and play with it as she stood there making herself wait. She pressed herself against Dean then as she reached around to undo his belt, unbutton his pants, afterward moving back to slide his jeans to his ankles. She didn't want to rush this, she wanted to savor him. Her hands found his ass again as she squeezed each cheek with enough force to make him inhale. Her fingers danced down between those cheeks finding that lovely spot behind his balls and rubbed it reveling in the soft noises he made as she did. Thwap! Her right hand made contact with both Dean's cheeks and she sighed at the feeling of exhilaration from taking control of him. She reached around him again now, slowly, teasing him as she pulled his boxer briefs over his hard cock, barely touching it as she moved. His underwear joined his jeans as he stood there bent in half like a child taking a spanking. Slap! The sound was different as her hand struck Dean's bare ass cheeks. Slap! Her pleasure seemed to increase with each contact "Angel, you were very bad to keep Lady J waiting. I needed you and you weren't here!" Her voice was deep and throaty as she scolded Dean. "I'm so sorry Lady J, please punish me." Dean's words ignited her more and she slapped him over and over watching the pink come into his ass cheeks in front of her. "Turn around, angel. I want to see what you have for me." Dean spun instantly at her request and stood there pants around his ankles with his rock hard cock sticking straight up and he looked at her. "Tell me what to do, I just want to please you Lady J." Dean was practically begging. Jacky backed up against the wall, marveling at how sexy Dean looked. "Jerk off for me. I want to see you cum before I ride your face, you bad little toy." Dean's hand found his cock, he did not dare move from where he stood but instead jerked off right before her. As hard as he was, it only took a few minutes before he was spraying his hot cum across the floor of the stall. His cursing was almost unintelligible as he tried to keep his balance while he came with his whole body convulsing. "Now, pull your pants up angel, and come over here." Dean moved slowly as his orgasm subsided, but he dutifully pulled his pants up and re-fastened them before making his way over to her. "What can I do for you Lady J?" His voice was ragged as he stood before her looking slightly down into her face. The heat from his body drove her over the edge. "Kneel down and take off my tights angel." Dean was on his knees in the next moment with at least part of his pants pressed into his own cum puddle. He didn't care, though. His only desire was to please her. She basked in the worship he gave her, and felt her heartbeat race as he slid her nylons down pulling them off one foot at a time. His hands were on her panties then, sliding them down. She didn't have to tell him what to do next, he knew what she wanted, and he was happy to oblige. Once her panties found the floor Dean's mouth was on her, exploring her soaking wet pussy. He lapped moisture from her lips, her hole, and then found his way to her clit, which he sucked into his mouth eagerly. Jacky lifted her left leg and put it on Dean's shoulder giving him access to all of her. He was relentless in his sucking, only taking breaks to fuck her hole with his tongue. It was perfect there in the moment with him. He was buried in her body as if she were the most exquisite food in the world. As much as she tried to hold back, Dean pushed harder and harder for her to explode. His fingers soon found their way into her massaging her g-spot as his mouth greedily sucked her clit. Before she knew it she was rocking against him with her head thrown back. "Oh, fuck yes, yes....oh God...oh." Her orgasm sent a rush of moisture over Dean's mouth and down his chin and neck. Dean held her hips as her legs gave out below her, but didn't move from his spot. They stayed there for a few minutes as she slowly regained herself. When she put her leg onto the ground she saw the mess she had made of Dean. The collar of his white shirt was wet almost to his nipples and his chin and neck glistened with her wetness. She fell down to her knees then grabbing Dean's face in her hands. She kissed him, smelling herself and tasting her saltiness still on his lips and tongue. ********************************** After they pulled themselves together, Jacky decided to leave the stall first. She had not heard the door open, so assumed no one was with them. She would sneak out and return to the table to finish her drink and Dean would follow in a few moments. As she opened the stall door, she started to walk towards the bathroom door and it opened in front of her, scaring her. To her surprise, it was Juan who came walking in. "Hey Juan, sorry I must be tipsy. I thought this was the Ladies' room." Jacky smiled and went to walk past him. Juan grabbed her arm; his touch was offensive to her in its suddenness. "That didn't sound like a mistake in rooms to me." He whispered to her clearly excited by what he had heard. She wondered just how much of their encounter had been audible. "Just a simple mistake Juan, now if you don't mind, we have drinks to finish." Dean's voice broke moment between them, and Juan released her arm immediately. As she and Dean left together, Jacky caught a smile between the two men as they passed in the mirror. It made her feel more alive than ever. Here she was in a men's room with two men who were equally enthralled with her, how incredible! It reignited her passion and by the time they were at the table she could hardly contain her excitement again. "Dean, finish your beer and let's finish your punishment at my apartment shall we?" Dean's smile showed he didn't care about Juan or what Juan thought or knew. The chugging of his beer after the smile only confirmed that he was ready for whatever she wanted to give him that night. ********************************** The walk to Jacky's apartment never seemed so long as they strode next to each, not touching. The two were clearly hurrying as they moved down the street. For both the bathroom adventure had only been a prelude to the real fun that lay ahead. Jacky was slightly buzzed, which only fueled her desire to have Dean. That coupled with the look between the two men in the bathroom had made her ravenous. When they reached the door, Jacky's hand shook in excitement as she slid her key in to open it. She entered first and Dean was behind her. She turned immediately closing the door and throwing the latch. Dean stood frozen against the door waiting for her movement. A simple flick of the light switch by the door bathed him in a soft yellow glow from a nearby lamp. Slowly, Jacky moved herself so that she was as close to Dean as she could be without touching him. She could smell beer mixed with her own juices on his face as she let the heat of the moment between them build. This was often her favorite part. Jacky could feel the thrill of control in these moments and the desire that her prey had for her....the desire to be devoured. She leaned up slightly, and ran her tongue along Dean's beautiful pink lips. Those lips had given her such pleasure and his willingness to stand there, without trying to kiss her back, and let her just taste him was wonderful. She felt her moisture start again as she stared in Dean's eyes. Her hands soon found his belt and she undid it quickly pulling it out from around him and discarding it on the floor. Her green eyes fixed on Dean's hazel eyes in the dim light and she felt him exhale as she undid his jeans. His boxers were next, freeing his already hard cock. Still Jacky stood fixed in that moment between them, but now it was her turn to take her prize. It was the moment she had wanted all day, her time to have this wonderful little angel's cock in her mouth. Jacky fell to her knees before Dean. Her mouth opened, and she quickly slid his cock over her tongue and to the back of her throat. He was her personal lollipop now, and she felt her mouth water around him. His groan as she took him in gave her the impetus to suck on him as hard as she could. She wanted hear him groan more. She sat there patiently slowing sucking on Dean and releasing without allowing sliding him out. She could hear Dean's hands on her door trying to grasp the flat surface, but only sliding as he tried to stop himself from touching her. She slid her mouth from him after what seemed like an eternity of enjoying how he felt filling her. Looking up into his eyes from where she, she smiled knowing he was at her mercy. "Was that nice angel? Do you want more?" Jacky's grin spread across her face as she taunted Dean. "Oh, God yes, I love your mouth. Please give me more." "No. You were very bad angel." Jacky stood up slowly letting Dean's cock brush against her body until it rested on her abdomen as she stood looking at him. "Now, strip!" She took a few steps back to admire Dean as he bent over to remove his boots. His socks followed quickly as Dean rushed to comply with her demands. He took off his jacket, long sleeve shirt, and undershirt together in a flurry, not wanting to tease her tonight, just to make her happy. Dean's pants and underwear fell to the floor quickly since they were already undone, and he stood there before Jacky naked and beautiful. "All fours, angel, and crawl to me." Dean complied again dropping to the floor as her slave and crawling over to her across the wooden entryway and onto the carpet. Once at her feet, he stopped and waited with his head down. Jacky couldn't help but pause in the moment, enjoying the view of Dean's tan and sculpted back as it flowed into the beautiful ass of his. "Better angel, now you can take off my shoes." Dean sat back on his heels and reached for her outstretched right leg. He was gentle as he stroked down her now bare calf – her nylons had been confined to her purse after their bathroom playtime. He removed her shoe slowly placing it to the side with care. He repeated with her left leg and then sat looking at her. "How does my skin feel angel?" "Your skin feels beautiful tonight, I love it." Dean smiled, happy to pay her the compliment he had given her on their "normal" night as her toy now. "Why don't you stand up and undress me angel." Jacky wanted to be his goddess tonight, pampered and adored. Dean slid her sweater off, and then his hands burned their usual trail of fire as he pulled her shirt over her head. When they found their way around her to undo her bra she could smell his familiar scent. He stood back after sliding her bra down and eyed her breasts. "See something you like angel?" "I love your breasts Lady J, they are so perfect, may I kiss them?" Dean licked his lips as he asked her for permission, clearly desiring to taste her skin. "No, I told you to undress me and you need to finish." She scolded him, but deep down wanted his mouth on her just as badly. Dean moved to her again, undoing her skirt, to slide it down her hips, and then fell to his knees before her once again to aid its removal from her feet. When his rough fingers grazed her hips, Jacky inhaled deeply enjoying his tenderness despite his rugged exterior. Her panties followed her skirt then, allowing her to feel the wetness as they slid down her legs. Dean raised them to his nose and inhaled deeply before putting them to the side. "Now lay down." Jacky stood there naked before him, all insecurities gone. She was in control when she was like this and she needed no reassurances. Dean lay down on the carpet his body pressing the thick pile around him as if he were in the snow. Jacky nudged his legs open and he spread them willingly. She knelt down between them and put her hands on either side of his head, leaning so their eyes were locked again. "I'm going to suck your cock now angel. Don't you dare touch me and don't cum or I will bite it, do you understand?" Dean's face was shocked and thrilled at her words. She had never threatened to hurt him like this before, but she was quite serious in her words. "Yes J, yes." Dean's words were breathless as his heart rate increased. His chest heaved as Jacky trailed her tongue between his pecs and down his toned stomach. When she took her time to kiss across his abdomen, he was already making soft noises, exciting her. Jacky glanced up and caught Dean's gaze before plunging his cock into her mouth yet again. She started slowly with the same sucking as before, and then began moving him in and out of her mouth. His noises spurred her on as much as her dripping pussy did. After a few minutes of her slow blowjob, Dean began to curse softly. "Please stop Lady J, I can't...." Jacky pulled him out of her mouth immediately and moved to face him again. "Calm down angel, breathe, I'm not done with you yet." Dean's breathing was ragged, but he nodded his head as she watched him try to focus on obeying her. After a few seconds, his breathing had calmed and she was back on his cock sucking and stroking it with her mouth. His curses didn't take as long this time and she could feel him get harder than before on her tongue. "Oh God, please." Jacky was back hovering over his face instantly wanting to extend his torture as long as possible. "Angel, how badly do you want to cum?" She toyed with him now, inches from his face as she asked. "God, please Lady J, please....I'll do anything." He was begging now in his desperation for release. Somehow the tortured look on his face excited her more still. She could already feel her wetness on her the top of her thighs as it ran down her legs. She stood up between Dean's legs enjoying the feeling of pressing the wetness to hold it. "Crawl to my room angel, now." Dean rolled to his side, pulling himself onto all fours, and began to crawl across her living room floor to the hallway. Jacky watched him intently from behind as she stepped between his feet. His ass was a wonderful image as he obeyed her every whim. She truly was a goddess with her slave in this moment. When Dean reached her doorway, he halted waiting for her next command. "Stand up and walk to the bed." Dean stood up and walked over to her bed facing it from the end. Jacky walked behind him and stopped as her hard nipples hit his back. His skin was on fire and the simple touching between them made her catch her breath. Jacky stood there a few moments and then her right hand made its way around Dean's body to grasp his erection. She took her time, using his precum to massage his head. Dean threw his head back as she stroked him slowly. "Unh....oh yes, oh...." His sounds had become gentler, but he was so excited in her hand that they were enough to cause her to lean her forehead into his back. It was so incredibly hot to be here in this space with Dean. She felt at home, at peace, and most of all it felt right. "J, that's gonna make me cum soon if you don't stop." Dean's raspy statement broke her daze and she released her hand instantly. "Lay down angel, on your back. You've almost earned kissing me, you're being very good tonight." Dean complied positioning himself on her pillows so he was on full display. She could see the veins throbbing in his cock as he lay there, so hard, and all for her. He had his hands out to his sides ready to grip the comforter at any time. The Closet Domme Ch. 14 Jacky walked over to her dresser then, and pulled out a pair of blue satin panties that she had recently purchased. She had thought they would feel good on her skin, but tonight, she wanted to see how they felt to Dean. When she came back to the bed, Dean seemed almost relieved to see the panties in her hand. He had forgotten, it seemed, that all their fun toys were left at Dean's house. They never played at Jacky's, so she had to improvise tonight. Jacky smiled at him, and then moved to straddle Dean's left thigh. She wanted him to feel how wet she was too. She wanted to make it even harder for him to not cum. When she wrapped the panties around his cock, he smiled at her. "Tell me what that feels like angel." She cooed at him. "That's nice." Slap! Jacky slapped Dean across the face. "No......nice is what the weather is, now tell me how it feels." Her words were full of force, and surprised him more than the slap. She hated it when boys described things with generic words like nice, though, it meant they weren't trying, and they needed to be taught. "It feels silky and soft, but cool too. I'm sorry." Dean was trying. He looked so cute like this, thinking so hard despite his powerlessness. Jacky started to stroke him with her panties then, loving how his head titled back as he started to moan softly. Again, she kept her movements excruciatingly slow. "Oh, please make me cum, please. I want to cum for you J." He was pleading in his desperation for release. Jacky allowed her clit to rub along his leg as she reveled in his desperate words. She stopped after two more strokes and Dean's tightly sealed eyes sprang open. Jacky stood and left the room to get her next thought. When she returned a minute later, Dean was still in the same spot, but now he had fists full of the comforter trying to calm himself down. Jacky smiled and made her way to the end of the bed. As she opened her mouth and moved towards his cock, Dean moaned again. She had not even touched him yet and already the torture was clear on his face. "Aaaah, oh my God......" Dean's shock at the introduction of her mouth was not from his excitement this time. It was from the ice cube hidden in her mouth that Jacky had just gotten from the freezer. As she licked up and down his cock, she felt his legs tremble and saw his fists clench harder on the comforter, his knuckles turning slightly white. She continued sucking his cock until the ice melted, enjoying how this extended their pleasure together. He was amazing and she never wanted this to end. If Jacky had her way, Dean would stay hard forever, always on the verge of cumming. She loved his sounds, the way his body clenched, and especially the way his cock stiffened. "I...I can't." Jacky released him from her mouth instantly and moved to straddle his legs. When Dean's breathing slowed, he opened his eyes to stare into hers. He had not cum, and she was so happy to have that much control over him. She felt amazing. She just watched him as he calmed more and more. She was trying to reign herself in truthfully, not wanting the next part of her plan to be too short. When she couldn't' wait any longer, Jacky slid herself up on Dean's legs until his cock was pressed against her pussy completely. Dean's groan was met with her own this time as she felt him harden once more. She reached down and moistened his cock with her own wetness and started to stroke him as he was pressed against her. Dean's fists tightened again on the comforter and Jacky knew he was getting close. She was too at this point, though, and felt her own release approaching rapidly. "Cum for me angel, cum hard." Her words of permission were all he need. "Oh, holy shit......fuck......" Dean's back arched as his cum shot up Jacky's stomach striking one of her breasts. She moved like lightning, then, shifting to shove Dean's cock into her pussy. He was still cumming as she did and frozen on the bed in convulsions. Her thrusting heightened each spasm of his body, and then a flash of pleasure ripped through her. Jacky fell forward grabbing her own fistfuls of the comforter on either side of Dean's head. What came from her mouth was not intelligible but only noises as her body locked. The feeling was blinding. She could not move for the next few minutes and just held herself up frozen in the pleasure running through her. Her eyes opened as the feeling subsided and she was staring into Dean's eyes that seemed full of adoration. His hands had released from the comforter, but were still at his sides. When she came back to herself, Jacky realized that Dean was no longer inside of her, making it easy to roll off onto her back. She lay there silently at first, feeling as though she had just taken a warm bath. "Now, you can kiss me." Jacky sighed as she spoke, sated finally. Dean rolled onto his stomach and then moved his right arm over her body cupping her head and lifting it to his mouth. They kissed slowly, enjoying the taste of each other's mouths despite being exhausted from their playtime. ******************************************* Jacky woke the next morning with Dean's arm over her and his face nestled in her neck form behind. She smiled, loving the feeling of waking up with him. She didn't care what they had......a relationship.....a friendship......an understanding.....whatever it was it was good. "Hey, good morning beautiful." Dean's words were sweet and made her turn to look up into his face. She gave him a peck then, as if saying this was okay. He had permission to adore her like this. "So, normal huh? You have the worst choice in words." Jacky giggled slightly remembering that they were supposed to talk after, but had both fallen asleep. "Honestly, I don't care if this is normal or fucked up or wrong or what.....I want it and I want you, however I can have you." His kiss on her neck confirmed his words. Jacky had never felt so connected to man as she did with Dean like this. They had no boundaries between them and no judgements; it was just being in the moments and enjoying them.