I put my fork down.

He watched.

Then he launched in.

“You’re gorgeous,” he announced.

Oh boy.

My heart was hammering again.

“Boone,” I whispered.

“You’re gorgeous and you’re mine.”

Now my breath was quickening.

“Part of what I get off on is that. I can take you out, and you’re gorgeous, and men are gonna look at you, and want you, but you’re mine. But more,” he leaned toward me, “in other very important ways, you…are…mine.”

Yup, now practically panting.

“I own your pussy, Kathryn, and I’m gonna do what I want with it, and you’re gonna let me.”

I squirmed in my chair.

“I own your mouth and I’m gonna fuck it and you’re gonna suck me for as long as I tell you to, and I’m gonna do whatever the hell else I wanna do with that mouth, and you’re gonna let me do that too.”

I was captured by his gaze, captivated by his words, unmoving, unspeaking.

Just feeling.

A lot.

All good.

So, so gooooood.

“Every bit of you. Your ass. Your tits. Every inch of your skin. You’re gonna give that up to me.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I take you out, to dinner, a movie, even the grocery store, men look at you, and they don’t know all that, but I do. I know in those times, you’re there, at my side, being you, being gorgeous, and I’ll be proud you’re on my arm. I also know all I can do to you when I get you home. And that is a really, fuckin’ huge turn-on, baby.”

It really fucking was.

I nodded.

“Now eat your food, Kathryn, because now my dick is hard and you’re gonna need to do something about that.”

I swallowed to battle my suddenly dry mouth and my suddenly enormous need to suck his cock.

He dipped his head to his food, “Go on, sweetheart.”

All right.

One could say this whole D/s thing filtering into life was going to work great.

I bent and ate my food, going slowly so I wouldn’t expose what it would expose if I did what I wanted to do.

Wolf it down so I could do something about my man’s hard dick.

Boone took his time too.

It was torture.

And it was awesome.

* * *

Boone was lounged back on his deep-seated couch, his legs open.

I was on my knees between them, his cock in my mouth.

He was stroking the back of my neck as I sucked it.

I was trying not to come as I sucked it.

Boone was fully clothed, just his jeans open, his dick out.

I was completely naked, my hands tied with my own scarf behind my back.

And I was realizing Boone not only liked being in control, he had iron control, because I’d been blowing him forever, and I around about immediately needed that big dick somewhere else.

And I needed that bad.

I didn’t get it and wouldn’t get it for a while, I knew, when he told me, “Slower, Kathryn.”

Oh God.

I lifted my eyes to his.

His were turned on, but languid, and totally amazing.

“My sweet little fuck has a sweet mouth,” he murmured.

I slid him out only to run my tongue from base to tip.

“And a sweet tongue,” he went on. “Take all of me, Kathryn.”

I went back to blowing him, beginning to understand the “work” part of him working me.

Though it was more like me working him.

I did not mind.

I eventually got so into it, I sped up again.

He didn’t repeat his order to slow down.

He leaned forward, put his hands under my arms and lifted me up.

I got his hint and climbed on, straddling his lap, relieved like crazy I was going to get his cock another way.

I didn’t.

He stayed slouched and settled me in his lap so I felt his dick, but I didn’t have it.

Oh no.

“Boone,” I whispered.

“Shh,” he shushed, moving his hands on me.

Oh no.

I had a feeling I was wrong earlier.

Now he was going to show me what working me was.

I was right.

He did.

Touching me all over, but specifically spending a long time playing with my tits, until I was wriggling in his lap, breathing shallowly, staring down at him watching him watch himself work me up, and watching him getting off on it, while I was getting off on feeling what he was doing to me, as well as watching him do it.

But I was not getting off enough.

“I need to come, baby,” I said, grinding my pussy against his cock.

His eyes came to mine. “I know, Kathryn,” and he pinched my nipple.

Mammoth pussy spasm.

I jerked.

God.

“Arch for me,” he ordered.

Anything.

Anything to take me closer to really getting off.

I arched for him.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Rub your wet cunt on my dick, Kathryn, show me how bad you wanna get fucked.”

I did that too.

With his hands he spanned the juncture of where my thighs met my hips, thumbs in, then one went down and he rolled my clit.

Oh no.

My head shot forward as my body jolted with sheer electric goodness.

And unadulterated need.

“Boone,” I whimpered.

“Take it.”

Oh God, I was going to come.

“Honey,” I panted, my pussy clenching at nothing, feeling empty.

God, I’d never felt this strong a need.

“You’re gonna ride me hard, Kathryn, need you primed.”

I was already primed.

He kept working me.

God, oh God.

His free hand moved to my tit and he worked me in both places.

God, oh God.

I whimpered as I moved wildly against his cock.

“She needs fucked,” he muttered.

Yes! I did not shout.

He took his thumb from my clit, wrapped his hand around his cock, and instantly, I shifted to give it room.

“Drive down,” he commanded roughly.

I did not delay a nanosecond.

I took him.

And when I filled myself with him, my entire body spasmed.

Boone spanked my ass hard.

And when I felt that, I barely stopped myself from coming.

“Ride,” he growled.

I rode.

And rode.

I did it wild.

And Boone watched.

Me. My body. My face. My sex lifting away and then accepting the invasion of his.

I was close.

Oh God, he was going to let me take myself there.

My head fell back.

He yanked me off his cock.

No! I did not scream.

Then I was face and belly down on his couch, legs straight, and he was straddling me.

With one hand, he took hold of my bound wrists.

With the other, he guided his cock in the tight wet between my pressed-together legs.

Then he thrust deep.

It was slow, it was rhythmic, it was so spectacular, I was pretty sure I fell into a trance.

And then he started yanking back on my wrists as his cock started pounding inside.

Oh yeah.

The other was really good.

But this was so much better.

“You’re gonna come with just my cock, Kathryn.”

Oh yeah, I was.

“Do it now,” he commanded.