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you?” she says.
    I nod my head and lick my lips. I don’t
trust myself to speak. As it is I can hardly breathe my adrenalin
is flowing so fast.
    “ Then you got the right
girl,” she says. “Because there’s nothing I like better than to be
in control of my man. Especially a wanna-be tough guy like you. I
bet you boss people around all day, don’t you? Always getting
everyone to do whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
    “ Something like
that.”
    “ Well not tonight, mister.
Tonight you’re my toy. My little boy toy. You got that?”
    “ Yes mistress.”
    “ Damn right you do,” she
says. And then she put her hands on my chest and shoves, pushing me
backwards. I stumble back a few steps but she’s already on top of
me, pushing me again, more gently this time, moving with me,
backing me up until my butt is touching the wall.
    She runs her hand up and down my chest,
pressing up against me with hips, her mouth mere centimeters from
mine, her eyes boring into me with deadly seriousness.
    “ You like that, don’t you,”
she says. It’s not a question but a statement of fact. “You like me
pushing you around, putting my hands wherever I want, not even
asking for permission.”
    I swallow and nod my head.
    “ What about this?” she
says, dropping her hand down to my cock and grabbing it. “You like
this too?”
    “ Yes.”
    She squeezes my cock tighter, making me
gasp. “Yes, what?” she asks sharply.
    “ Yes, mistress.”
    “ That’s better,” she says.
And then she kneels down in front of me and starts rubbing my hard
cock. It’s trapped against my pants, pushing into the material with
nowhere to go but still she rubs it some more, making it harder and
harder still, smiling at my discomfort. But still she rubs. I groan
lightly. She giggles and rubs some more. I groan again, louder this
time.
    “ Shut up and take it,” she
says in a harsh voice. “Don’t make another fucking sound until I
tell you to.”
    “ Yes mistress,” I
say.
    She smacks my balls. I wince in pain.
    “ Did I tell you to
speak?”
    I shake my head no.
    “ That’s a good boy,” she
says. “And just for that you’re going to get rewarded.”
    She undoes my zipper, sticks her hand inside
my pants. She caresses my cock, slowly playing her finger up and
down the shaft. It’s still folded up against my pants, threatening
to poke a hole in the material.
    When she finally unfolds my cock it pops out
of the open zipper like a jack-in-the-box. She places her palm
under it as if weighing it.
    “ Not bad,” she says. “Not
bad at all.”
    She spits on my cock and begins to stroke
it. She looks up at me. “Do you want me to suck it?” she says,
still stroking as she talks.
    I nod.
    “ I want to hear you say
it.”
    “ I want you to suck my
cock.”
    “ Beg for it,” she says,
still stroking.
    “ Please,” I say, the words
coming out at no more than a whisper. “Suck my cock. Please,
Mistress. Please suck my cock.”
    She sticks her tongue out, licks the tip. I
shudder. She looks up at me and smiles. Laughs. Shakes her
head.
    “ Sorry,” she says. “It’s
not going to happen. Not yet, at least. Torturing you is just too
much fun.”
    Then she cups my balls in her hand, drops
down farther onto her knees, and scoots further under me. I lean
back against the wall, slide my feet out away from it, and then my
hips, creating a bridge. Giving her more room to work and myself a
better angle to see what she’s doing.
    She slips her hand up my scrotum and pinches
it off just below my cock, creating a little pocket. She licks my
sack, then suckles one of my balls, playing with it in her mouth.
Then she does the same with other. She opens her mouth wider and
takes them both at the same time. Bounces them off one another.
Sucks on them, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Increasing the
pressure.
    I shudder, focus all my energy on not
blowing my load. She senses this and relaxes the pressure while
still continuing to suck.