Hi! It’s been a long time, but I’m back with chapter seven! This one is hot and cold (🧊😉)
Enjoy!
It’s been over a month since Patrick and I started this “relationship” and I’m still confused every day. The sex is always phenomenal, of course. But the line changes from blurry to strict so rapidly. At work he treats me as distant as always. It’s nothing more than the pinnacle of professionalism. And in bed he absolutely dominates me, bringing me to levels of pleasure I never thought possible. But then, sometimes, we’re friends. Some days he’ll pass up on lunch with the other men in the office, and ask to take me out instead. He regularly takes me out to dinner, and we talk about our personal lives, and it feels like we’re getting close. But we’re not dating, and we’re not friends, and I’ve certainly never stayed the night. He tells me when I’m coming over, and he sends me on my way when he’s done with me. And every day my feelings for him get more and more muddled as I try to keep things straight.
Right now I’m sitting across the table from him at dinner, and he’s telling me about the new ties he bought the other day, and the difficulties about trying to buy the trending ties so he fits in, but not the exact same tie everyone has because he doesn’t want to blend in completely. Even though I find it silly, I listen because I can tell how important this is to him. Then he stops abruptly and says “Rosalie, do you have any nicknames, anything people call you? You have such a pretty name, but I would love to have something more casual to call you.”
I’m taken aback by this, but I answer “My friends call me Ro sometimes, but that’s about it.” He thinks about it for a moment. “Do you like being called that?”
“I mean I guess so, I would never ask someone to call me that, but it’s cute.” he nods, and asks with some hesitation. “Would you mind if I called you Ro?”
Why do you need a pet name for your employee-submissive-notgirlfriend-maybefriend? Isn't that a bit too intimate? I want to point that out, but I also crave that intimacy with him. “Yeah, go ahead.” I say as casually as possible. But my heart is racing.
When we get back to his place, he leads me to the bedroom, just like he always does. He strips me carefully, placing kisses on my face and shoulders. I get on the bed, just like he tells me to do, craving his dick inside of me. He spreads my arms and binds them with some kind of rope to different sides of the headboard, and then removes the tie from around his neck and puts it on my eyes as a blindfold.
His hand brushes against my face, gently tracing a finger around my lips before he kisses me. His hands move down to my breasts, playing with them and squeezing them lightly, and begins pinching my nipples. Before I can react, his mouth replaces his finger, one nipple at a time. He traces circles with his tongue, making me moan and wriggle. “Do you like that baby? You like when I play with your tits?” he says in a near whisper. “Yes sir” I breathe out.
He works his way down, caressing every part of my body, kissing, licking, even gently biting me all over. He kisses my thighs and I gasp with anticipation, waiting for his mouth to go where I’m expecting. Then he stops, and I feel nothing, and then I feel him above me. I try to move my head and catch a glimpse of what’s going on through the blindfold, but then he lifts my chin and says “Open your mouth.”
I do as I'm told, and I feel the tip of his cock between my lips. I moan as he slips it further in, and the vibration of my mouth causes him to moan too. He goes in and out slowly, taking his time with me. I tighten my lips around him, sucking gently as his speed increases. He balances himself on the headboard as he face fucks me, saying “You like that, don’t you? You’re such a good slut, you love having my dick in your mouth. Take it baby.”
I’m moaning and drooling and I can taste his precum on my tongue. I’m ready for him to fill my mouth up, but he pulls himself out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet, I’m not finished with you Rosalie.”
Then I hear him walking out of the bedroom, and I fight against my restraints. Where is he going, is he leaving me like this? The blindfold is still in place, and I don’t know what to do. But then he’s back, and I hear him set something on the nightstand by my head, and it sounds like a glass of water, with ice clinking in the cup. I’m waiting with anticipation, what could he possibly be doing? And then a drop of cold water hits my skin and I feel an ice cube on my nipple. I cry out and wriggle, trying to get away. “What color?” he says, and I can hear the smile on his face. “Green, it’s green sir.”
“Good.” He lightly runs the ice around my body, enjoying my squirms and cries. “You did this to yourself,” he says. ‘And you need to be punished”
He continues drawing on my body with the ice. “Your outfit at work was too revealing today. Do you know what happens when you expose too much skin? You get cold. If you want to dress like a slut, you’ll face the consequence of your actions. Do you think that it was okay to wear a low cut shirt like that?”
“I’m sorry sir,” I struggle to get the sentence out. “I thought you would like it.” He quickly presses the ice onto my clit and I scream. “I did like it. But everyone else liked it too. Do you think I want to go to lunch and hear my coworkers talk about how good my assistant’s tits look? You’re mine. Mine to look at, and mine to use.”
He plunges his cock into me and fucks me hard. Feeling him go in and out without being able to see anything is exhilarating. “What lesson have you learned?” I feel my pleasure rising, and say “I shouldn’t dress like a slut sir. Please can I cum?”
“Good girl. Cum for me.” and my orgasm shakes my body, and quickly after he cums too. He kisses my forehead as he removes my blindfold, and unties me swiftly. He walks over to the mirror and smooths his messy hair, and then checks his phone.
“A car is downstairs waiting for you, Ro. Make sure you wear something more appropriate tomorrow.”
My jaw drops in shock, and I immediately start brainstorming outfits for him.
Hi! It’s been a long time, but I’m back with chapter seven! This one is hot and cold (🧊😉)
Enjoy!
It’s been over a month since Patrick and I started this “relationship” and I’m still confused every day. The sex is always phenomenal, of course. But the line changes from blurry to strict so rapidly. At work he treats me as distant as always. It’s nothing more than the pinnacle of professionalism. And in bed he absolutely dominates me, bringing me to levels of pleasure I never thought possible. But then, sometimes, we’re friends. Some days he’ll pass up on lunch with the other men in the office, and ask to take me out instead. He regularly takes me out to dinner, and we talk about our personal lives, and it feels like we’re getting close. But we’re not dating, and we’re not friends, and I’ve certainly never stayed the night. He tells me when I’m coming over, and he sends me on my way when he’s done with me. And every day my feelings for him get more and more muddled as I try to keep things straight.
Right now I’m sitting across the table from him at dinner, and he’s telling me about the new ties he bought the other day, and the difficulties about trying to buy the trending ties so he fits in, but not the exact same tie everyone has because he doesn’t want to blend in completely. Even though I find it silly, I listen because I can tell how important this is to him. Then he stops abruptly and says “Rosalie, do you have any nicknames, anything people call you? You have such a pretty name, but I would love to have something more casual to call you.”
I’m taken aback by this, but I answer “My friends call me Ro sometimes, but that’s about it.” He thinks about it for a moment. “Do you like being called that?”
“I mean I guess so, I would never ask someone to call me that, but it’s cute.” he nods, and asks with some hesitation. “Would you mind if I called you Ro?”
Why do you need a pet name for your employee-submissive-notgirlfriend-maybefriend? Isn't that a bit too intimate? I want to point that out, but I also crave that intimacy with him. “Yeah, go ahead.” I say as casually as possible. But my heart is racing.
When we get back to his place, he leads me to the bedroom, just like he always does. He strips me carefully, placing kisses on my face and shoulders. I get on the bed, just like he tells me to do, craving his dick inside of me. He spreads my arms and binds them with some kind of rope to different sides of the headboard, and then removes the tie from around his neck and puts it on my eyes as a blindfold.
His hand brushes against my face, gently tracing a finger around my lips before he kisses me. His hands move down to my breasts, playing with them and squeezing them lightly, and begins pinching my nipples. Before I can react, his mouth replaces his finger, one nipple at a time. He traces circles with his tongue, making me moan and wriggle. “Do you like that baby? You like when I play with your tits?” he says in a near whisper. “Yes sir” I breathe out.
He works his way down, caressing every part of my body, kissing, licking, even gently biting me all over. He kisses my thighs and I gasp with anticipation, waiting for his mouth to go where I’m expecting. Then he stops, and I feel nothing, and then I feel him above me. I try to move my head and catch a glimpse of what’s going on through the blindfold, but then he lifts my chin and says “Open your mouth.”
I do as I'm told, and I feel the tip of his cock between my lips. I moan as he slips it further in, and the vibration of my mouth causes him to moan too. He goes in and out slowly, taking his time with me. I tighten my lips around him, sucking gently as his speed increases. He balances himself on the headboard as he face fucks me, saying “You like that, don’t you? You’re such a good slut, you love having my dick in your mouth. Take it baby.”
I’m moaning and drooling and I can taste his precum on my tongue. I’m ready for him to fill my mouth up, but he pulls himself out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet, I’m not finished with you Rosalie.”
Then I hear him walking out of the bedroom, and I fight against my restraints. Where is he going, is he leaving me like this? The blindfold is still in place, and I don’t know what to do. But then he’s back, and I hear him set something on the nightstand by my head, and it sounds like a glass of water, with ice clinking in the cup. I’m waiting with anticipation, what could he possibly be doing? And then a drop of cold water hits my skin and I feel an ice cube on my nipple. I cry out and wriggle, trying to get away. “What color?” he says, and I can hear the smile on his face. “Green, it’s green sir.”
“Good.” He lightly runs the ice around my body, enjoying my squirms and cries. “You did this to yourself,” he says. ‘And you need to be punished”
He continues drawing on my body with the ice. “Your outfit at work was too revealing today. Do you know what happens when you expose too much skin? You get cold. If you want to dress like a slut, you’ll face the consequence of your actions. Do you think that it was okay to wear a low cut shirt like that?”
“I’m sorry sir,” I struggle to get the sentence out. “I thought you would like it.” He quickly presses the ice onto my clit and I scream. “I did like it. But everyone else liked it too. Do you think I want to go to lunch and hear my coworkers talk about how good my assistant’s tits look? You’re mine. Mine to look at, and mine to use.”
He plunges his cock into me and fucks me hard. Feeling him go in and out without being able to see anything is exhilarating. “What lesson have you learned?” I feel my pleasure rising, and say “I shouldn’t dress like a slut sir. Please can I cum?”
“Good girl. Cum for me.” and my orgasm shakes my body, and quickly after he cums too. He kisses my forehead as he removes my blindfold, and unties me swiftly. He walks over to the mirror and smooths his messy hair, and then checks his phone.
“A car is downstairs waiting for you, Ro. Make sure you wear something more appropriate tomorrow.”
My jaw drops in shock, and I immediately start brainstorming outfits for him.
jbbartram-illu
dededos
germansingergirl
kianamaiart
annaxmalina
andulkaphoto
