The corporate executive. Calm, cool, and focused. My mind hummed as I played with the puzzles of business and laid out tomorrow's presentation to the client's board of directors. "We'll maximize the return on the investment. It's an integrated plan to leverage our assets and resources." Experience left me confident and in control as I spent the day directing my teams, wooing potential clients, and coordinating projects. No hint surfaced of the dark personal life I led outside of the office. My co-workers, clients, and staff saw only the strong, competent, yet oddly unique woman who was polite, determined, and calmly efficient - in charge of her projects and team.
When my day was over and the last calls made, I left that world behind. And I returned to Him.
The crisp, professional business woman I am during the day came through the door with her briefcase and files, wrapping up the last of my calls. He was already there. I sighed silently always relieved to feel His presence close. He looked up from the mail, and His gaze dragged over me from head to toe. A pressed, fitted, button-down grey blouse toned down my heavy tits and hid ring-pierced fat nipples. A conservative straight skirt semi-masked a fat ass and thick thighs. Nude nylons played down my long legs. Traditional black unadorned pumps purposely mislead the casual observer. Though M was never a casual observer when it came to me. He placed the mail on the counter and walked toward me as I rattled off further instructions for tomorrow's project meeting.
I smiled warmly in greeting and patiently answered my young assistant's question. His gaze met mine. I watched as He searched my face for something. His hand grazed my jaw, and a tickle of warmth bloomed under my skin in the wake of His touch. I stumbled a tad and refocused, trying to finish my thought. Without warning, His hand firmly squeezed my throat cutting off my words. My eyes snapped to His. There I found His darkness brewing in Him. Slowly He stepped me backwards to the door, I'd just closed. My assistant's voice buzzed between us. "Are you there? Did I loose you? Damn elevators... Hello?" M reached up and took the phone from my hand, pressing "End" and powering down without a care.
"You're mine now." He looked into my eyes. "Understood?" I nodded, unable to speak as I gasped for air. "Very good." His grip relented, and I frantically sucked in much needed oxygen. "You had a productive day?"
I took one more cleansing breath and began to shift my weight from the door, "Yes, tomorrow's meet...." A harsh slap met my cheek.
"I said, 'You're mine now, pet." His hand brushed my cheek and eased the sting before dropping again to His side. "I didn't say move," he calmly explained. "And I've decided right now I could care less about your office or your meeting. You've been planning for months and you said last night everything was ready, correct?" I nodded. "Good," he continued with a darkening glaze, "Now I want to play with my fucking dog." I whimpered and closed my eyes as heat snaked rapidly through my veins. With a dark whisper, he began my controlled descent toward the darkness we both coveted. "Raise your arms above your head, pet."
I obeyed. The cool, calm business woman dismissed without question from my mind. His gaze raked over my body in assessment. "Lush bitch. They don't even have a clue what a slut you are for me, do they?"
"No, Sir," I breathed.
His hands seized hold of my tingling breasts. I gasped and arched into His touch. "And such a fucking eager slut." His fingertips ground into the soft mounds. I moaned, so grateful to feel His demanding touch. He released them and with a tug tore my blouse apart. Buttons shattered at His will. I groaned uncaring. I loved His greed for me. His fingers pinched the center snap of my bra and suddenly my tits were blessedly free. The cool air teased them. I whimpered at the sudden transition. My nipples beaded instantly in need, begging for Him. "Mmmmm...the lush curves of my fucktoy." Patiently He slapped at the undersides of each breast causing them to bounce for His entertainment. Again and again. Each assault harsher than the last. I tried to remain still, but soon I began to jump then whither with the raps of His knuckles. I could feel the juices begin to slip through the folds of my cunt. Soon my breasts were flushed, and I was panting.
"Do I have your complete attention now?" I nodded quickly. "Good" With His thumbs and forefingers His attention focused on my plump nipples and their rings. I moaned quietly, conscious of the door behind me. He pressed Himself into me letting me feel His thickening dick. My womb responded instinctively seeking completion. Gentle kisses trailed across my cheek and neck leaving me so sweetly unbalanced following the pain of moments ago.
I whimpered, "M..." A slap to the bulging flesh of one breast as he continued to drag His lips across my skin.
"Shut the fuck up, pet," He whispered between more tender little kisses. I whimpered at the delicious dominance, and tears threatened at the razor sharp contrasts of light and dark that He intentionally laid over me. My fists clenched above my head overriding my inherent urge to wrap my arms around Him. His hands stroked the outside of my thighs. He began to gather my skirt. Inch by inch he raised the hem. Once the full length was in His fists He pushed the conservative black material to my waist. I flushed in embarrassment at the boring nude pantyhose covering my body. "There now," He cooed to His pet. "Spread those sweet thighs, you thick whore."
I shuffled my feet and dutifully opened my thighs. I bowed my head and closed my eyes feeling ashamed to be caught in such boring underthings that were never meant to seduce my Owner like I should. "You'd be the perfect little corporate executive if you'd been wearing panties," His fingers teased the dampening seam of my pantyhose. "Hmmmm...such a nice juicy piece of meat," He hummed as He kissed my ear. "All day, just begging to be fucked and beat beneath that proper skirt and blouse, weren't you?"
I whimpered softly, acknowledging the truth between us. "Yes, Sir."
"I can smell your lust, pet. How badly you ache for me." Another dark hum sent shivers down my spine. "It makes me fucking hungry."
My hips began to instinctively grind against His torturous teasing. Ever His whore, I sought more. He laughed at my obvious need. "Such a horny little dog, aren't you?" He rewarded my behavior with a violent slap between my legs that damn near made me cum without permission. I bit my lip as tears leaked from my closed lids. "Don't fucking move, bitch." I raised my heavy lids as I felt Him step away. I sucked in a jagged breath and tried not to succumb to the trembling that threatened my body. I watched as M moved so calmly across the entry way and through the kitchen to the counter. He turned back at me and smiled wickedly before pulling one of the sharp knives from the butcher block.
"Fuck..." I whispered in awe and some small trickle of fear.
His thumb caressed the blade as He calmly returned to me. I watched transfixed. No words could even form in my mind. His empty hand took a hold of my jaw, and His confident intense gaze met my helpless stare. "Don't move, pet. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." I breathed.
I felt the cool flat edge of the knife lay gently against my cheek. Slowly He drew the blade down my neck and across my breasts. His eyes never leaving His point of contact. I tried not to breathe. Down my abdomen I could feel the steel press against my skin threatening to leave a cut in its wake. When the metal met the waistband of my pantyhose, M pulled it away. "Very good girl. Such an obedient dog." I dragged in a desperate gulp of air just as He released my jaw to grasp at snug waistband of my pantyhose. "Keep your back against the door, bitch." He pulled the satiny material away from my skin, and I heard the knife slice through the material just above my mound. My pussy trembled and a flood of dampness filled His cunt hole. I could feel the blade moving closer and closer to my throbbing clit and heavy folds as the material gave way.
M knelt in front of spread thighs. Carefully His slid the knife to rip the taut fabric and expose His meat. I felt cool metal slip through my folds. "Sir!" I whimpered feeling the impending explosion. "Sir...please?!? Oh god, M?!?"
He rose and assessed His work, ignoring my pleas. I panted. My body shook. My thighs visibly trembled. "You liked the knife. Didn't you, pet?" I couldn't answer. Tears simply fell as I tried to grasp at my slipping control. "I love seeing my property on fucking display." I watched Him cooly observe my frantic need before His empty hand reached out to pull back my skin and expose my angry, needy clit. His sadistic dark stare told me how dark He felt and that my Beast was raging. "You want to cum, bitch?"
"Yes...PLEASE, SIR!!!"
When I felt the blade tickle my clit, I choked back my scream of raw need. "Cum, my nasty little dog." On command, my orgasm burst from me like a dam. Juice splattered to the tile floor and across M's shoes. Wave after wave ripped through me as I tried desperately not to move. Suddenly He was pressed against my side, His face eye to eye with mine. I no longer felt hard steel but His fingers as they tore through my folds and dug into His hot, sopping, pulsing hole. "Again, bitch!" He growled. He pounded into me forcing another violent messy orgasmic gush and another. My hips rode His hand. I growled. I whimpered. I gasped. My ass banged against the door. I didn't fucking care who heard. I didn't care about a fucking thing. I simply fucked my Owner's hand like a good dog and came like the bitch in heat I was.
~DominaKat
