Eve Langlais: My Secretary, My Mistress

With one last slap to his abused posterior, she said, “Get up.”

“Yes, mistress,” Grant croaked, raising his head and turning his passion lidded eyes on her. He unbent himself from her legs and stood unsteadily in front of her.

Seeing this man, who had thought himself so powerful, humbled by her was a heady feeling-not to mention, an erotic one.

She spread her legs wide and showed him the special slit in the crotch of her suit. His eyes widened, and she laughed at his moan when she spread her pink folds that peeked out.

He avidly tracked the movement of her finger as it glided back and forth against her sex. Then she held out her finger, which was damp with her juices. He immediately grasped what she wanted and fell to his knees in front of her, his mouth eagerly suckling the finger drenched in her essence. Isabelle withdrew the digit from his mouth and arched her pelvis forward. With a moan of excitement, he slid his big hands under her buttocks and pulled her forward, drawing the most intimate part of her up to his mouth like a feast.

And feed on her he did. His moist tongue delved between her plump lips and lapped at her. She looked down to find his eyes closed in rapture, the lower half of his face hidden between her thighs as he gorged himself on her flesh.

Isabelle sighed in pleasure.

His mouth found her sensitive clit, and he flicked his tongue against it with lightening quick touches that had her closing her eyes and throwing her head back at the erotic sensations. But she wanted more than just his tongue.

Reaching blindly beside her, her hands touched the cold wood of her bedside table. Fumbling only slightly, she opened the top drawer and grabbed the first toy she could wrap her hand around.

A large rubber dildo.

Grant noticed her distraction and opened his eyes. Isabelle waved her toy in front of him. He let go of her pussy for a second and with a wide smile, took the fake penis from her. He cocked a brow at her, and Isabelle giggled.

Her play phallus was rather dauntingly thick, but she wanted that girth along with his tongue.

“It will fit, just be sure to slide it in slowly,” she murmured.

She watched with slitted eyes as he probed her sex with the object's wide head and gasped as he slowly inched it into her, stretching her until she thought she might split. But damn, it feels good.

“Now lick me,” she urged, grabbing his hair.

He needed no prompting. Diving forward, he renewed his energetic licking and sucking. Isabelle thrashed as he pumped her flesh with the large phallus, its bulbous tip hitting her womb and sending electric jolts throughout her.

The rushing roller coaster that was her desire roared to a peak as his tongue flicked her clit and his hand worked the large dildo inside of her faster and faster. The sensations overwhelmed her, and she reached her peak. With a scream, she bucked as her orgasm tore through her.

Isabelle cried out, only vaguely surprised when Grant joined her. Her body quivered with many pleasurable ripples of release and the tremors in her body didn't ease for several moments. She opened her eyes to see Grant slumped in front of her, one of his hands still wrapped around his cock. His spent cock.

A pleasurable end to the first round of his training. She wondered if the next escalation would be as easy.

Grant wanted to spend the night with Isabelle, to hold the wondrous woman in his arms. But she sent him home, saying it was too soon for that kind of intimacy. Yet what could be more intimate than what they’d shared?

Grant floated on a cloud well above that of number nine. She had introduced him to new experiences, some with lingering effects like the twinge that shot through him whenever he sat, but it had all been worth it. She excited him like no other woman ever had. She’d taken charge of him-a man known for his ironclad control-and made him lose it completely like the most inexperienced of boys.

The new world she’d shown him both baffled and intrigued him. To his immense surprise, he had quite enjoyed the spanking. Its stinging pain had quickly evolved into pleasure. But he experienced even greater shock when he realized just how hard he’d become when she’d fingered his taboo hole. As a man who’d always enjoyed women, he’d never entertained anal play before, even though he’d heard that many straight men enjoyed it. He admitted to a certain homophobia where that was concerned. And yet tonight, when she’d plunged her finger into him… Grant’s cock somehow found the will to get hard again at the memory even though he was ashamed at being touched that way.

For her, he had discovered, he would do almost anything.

He wondered what new delights she’d have for him on the morrow. A thought that had him stroking his cock one more time before he went to sleep.

The next day, Isabelle sauntered into his office with a bright smile on her face. When he would have stood to embrace her, she held up a hand and stopped him.

“Good morning, my pet. Sit down. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” Grant almost went cross-eyed at her commanding tone, and his cock became rock hard in joy at her presence.

Isabelle hopped onto his desk and with a naughty smile, pulled up her loose skirt and spread her legs. Today she wore a lacy pink thong, the flimsy material of its crotch narrow enough to reveal the edges of her nether lips. Suddenly hungry, Grant dove forward to partake of the unexpected breakfast treat.

The palm of her hand on his forehead stopped him.

“Not right now, my pet. That’s for later. And to make sure you’re ready for me, I’ve got a surprise. Here, take this.” Isabelle reached into the depths of her cleavage and pulled out the small dildo she'd used before.

Grant took it and looked at her. "What do you want me to do?"

“Lick it for me, and when you’ve got it nice and wet, put it inside me.”

"Yes, mistress." Grant slid the hard plastic between his lips and locked eyes with her. Then, with clumsy fingers, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and inserted the toy's now wet tip between her folds. He slid it in slowly, while the urge to do other things-naughty things-was overwhelming. By the time the dildo's length had disappeared inside her, he shook with desire.

Isabelle spoke huskily, “Every time you look at me today, I want you to think of the toy inside my pussy. Think of my sweet hole squeezing it tight, my panties drenched with my juices.”

Grant almost came at her words. I can’t do this. She’s going to drive me mad.

She wasn’t through speaking, though. “You will not touch yourself today, even though you will want to. Periodically, I will come into your office and lift my skirt for you, and you will put your hand on my crotch and insert one finger so you can see I’m still being penetrated. You will do no more than that until I command you to do otherwise. Do you understand, my pet?”

“ Yes, mistress,” he whispered. Oh, the sweet torture.

A knock at his office door had Isabelle hopping off his desk and smoothing her skirt just in time for the firm's boss-her father-to enter.

“Grant, my boy. Have you got those specs I asked for?”

"Huh?" Still befuddled by what had just happened with Isabelle, Grant hesitated. The blood from his brain still circulated inside his lower parts rather than his head. Isabelle thankfully came to his rescue.

“They're right here, daddy,” she said, reaching over to a pile of papers on his desk and pulling out the right one.

He smiled. “Thanks, Issy. Are you having lunch with me today? How's my boy here treating you?”

Grant almost choked wondering if her father knew about them.