Leaving work Alex runs into his boss and she makes him go gets a drink with him
Alex shook his head to clear away that loop. How was he to help Lilly get away from Trevor? Thinking back to that loop he remembered that the cops were only a block or so away. He saw the patrol car just down the block. He took off running to it. He explained to the two female officers what was happening and they hit the lights and drove down the street. Looking back Alex saw that Trevor had Lilly pinned against the wall and she was pleading with him to let her go. Officer Green and Rodriguez quickly pulled Trevor from her. Had him over the hood of their cruiser and handcuffed. He was not so gently forced into the backseat. Another cruiser pulled up and a large black man and a small white chick exited it. Alex, seeing there was nothing else to do, he turned and headed down the street.
He had a bit of bounce in his step as he turned the corner. A thought crossed his mind, ever since that loop he was able to last longer and go harder. His mind wandered more on this. Then thinking on what to do next he didn’t see the car pulling out of the parking garage. He jumped back at the last moment. The sleek red Cadillac stopped in front of him. The window slowly rolled down. “Mr. Simpson, you need to be more careful walking. I almost ran you over,” Mrs. Amber said. “What are you daydreaming about?”
He paused in his answer. I had a moment of seeing someone out of their normal place. Mrs. Blake, his mind told him. “Sorry Mrs. Blake. I was just processing what I saw,” he told her with a stutter.
“And what would that be,” she questioned him as her red nails tapped along the steering wheel.
“How Trevor was man-handling Lilly and the cops were arresting him.” His feet fidgeted. Wanting to be anywhere else at the moment.
“Very interesting,” she said as she leaned out the rolled down window. “No I make you nervous?” Her eyes looked him over as she bit her lower lip.
“Very much so Mrs. Blake.”
“I wonder why that is,” she questioned him. Well because you can fire me at any time you want and ruin my life he thought. Just then the car behind Mrs. Blake honked his horn. They both turned to see the man behind her and the impatiences on his face. “We were going to have a meeting tomorrow. Let’s have it now over a drink. Hop in.” Her head motioned to him to get in. He was frozen. Should he do this? That was until the guy honked again.
That got him moving. He raised his hand telling the man one minute. As he moved around the back of the car the man glared daggers at him. He tried to smile and raised his hands up in a motion of what are you to do. This only made the man show his teeth in a wicked snare. Alex moved to the passenger door and quickly opened it. “That is not a friendly fella,” he said as he climbed in. Buckling his seatbelt. “What did you want to talk to me about Mrs. Blake?” The last part of the question trailed away as she stepped hard on the accelerator taking off down the street.
She didn’t answer or speak at all as she raced around the city. Her manicure nails take each turn with precision. Her leg moving from accelerator to break and back again even in the high black heels. Her tone leg flexing under her grey pencil skirt. The drive was over quickly. Just long enough for Alex not to lose his shit all together. When the car stopped it was at the valet station of The White Box, one of the fanciest places in the city.
She turned to look at him. “Let’s get a drink and discuss what I wanted to speak to you about.” Before Alex could say anything she had her door open and reached for the young man’s hand to help her out. Alex followed suit. Climbing out his side he heard her say,” Thank Diego.” Her strides around the back of the car were long and full of grace. “Let’s get that drink.”
Alex took a second to watch Diego place down a cover over the seat. As he stood up before getting in the car he saw the white jacket Diego was wearing. Simple looking, almost like a members only jacket that was so popular back in the day. On the back was an outline box in black with the words White in black on top of the box and Box under it. Alex thought it was a very cool design.
Both him and Diego watched the sway of her hips. It was only a moment. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, they caught each other. Diego gave Alex a thumbs up, but Alex just shook his head no. He quickened his pace to try to reach the door before her, but as he came to the door it swung open.
“Good evening Mrs. Blake,” a mountain ebony man said. He was close to seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds but not an ounce of fat on him. He was dressed in all black except for the white belt.
“Good evening Tank,” she responded back as she stopped at the door. “How did it work out with your daughter and that new school?” Her small frame was dwarfed by him but seeing them interact one would know who held the power.
“Wonderful Mrs. Blake. After your call to the headmaster there has been no problems and she is loving it there. I can’t thank you enough.” His strong granite looking face warmed as it looked down to her. “If there is anything you ever need you let me know.”
“I may take you up on that someday.” Mrs. Blake turned and introduced Alex. “This is Alex Simpson, one of my employees. Alex, this is Tank Rider and yes before you ask that Tank Rider.”
Alex looked up at the giant of a man. He put out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tank. I’m a big fan.”
Tank looked down at the hand in front of him. Pausing a moment before he took it. “Thank you Mr. Simpson.” Taking his hard gaze off off Alex and turning back to Mrs. Blake. “I will let Jazmine know to get your table ready.”
“That will not be necessary, Tank. We are going to grab a high top at the bar. We have some business to discuss.”
“Ok Mrs. Blake. Enjoy your evening,” Tank said. Mrs. Blake walked into the narrow dark hallway. Alex looked up to say something to Tank but the look on his face told him to just move on. He quickened his pace once again to chase after his boss. How can she walk so fast in those heels he wondered.
Good evening Mrs. Blake. Can I get you seated at your favorite table,” asked the attractive black skinned woman as she moved from behind the smoking glass counter. She was about Mrs. Blake's height but much thicker in frame. The white dress with her ebony skin really showed off her curves.
“Not tonight Ms. Fox. I would like one of the high top areas. One of the ones in the back,” Mrs. Blake responded. Her hand moved to rest on the counter.
“Of course Mrs. Blake. Follow me.” Ms. Fox turned and walked into the bar area with Mrs. Blake following. Alex had a treat of two fine round asses strutting their stuff in front of him. As he followed he took a look at the bar. A silver and dark gunmetal wonder. Sleek in its design. Dark but just the right amount of diffused light. Across from the bar were high tops that a few people sat at. The place is still a bit quiet. He heard that it was a six month wait just to get into the bar area for a drink if you were not a member.
Ms. Fox stopped at the last of the curtain areas. Alex saw her motion to the closed off space but his gaze was taken by the wonder past the glass panels. A large sunken room all in white. Everything was white. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the tables, everything. The only bit of color was silver here and there.
“Mr. Simpson,” Mrs. Blake said as she cleared her voice. He turned a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry Ms. Fox. He has never been here before.” She motioned to Alex to sit at one of the high chairs across from the bench she sat in.
“That is understandable Mrs. Blake. The White Room is a stunning room if one has not seen it before.” Her hand moved to pull the curtain closed. “Before I leave is there anything I can do for you?”
Mrs. Blake leaned forward in her booth, placing her elbows on the round gunmetal finished table. Her chin followed into her hands. “Who will be our server this evening?”
“That would be Naomi, Mrs. Blake. Will that be acceptable?”
“More than acceptable. Thank you Ms. Fox.” Although she was not told to leave, Alex understood that Mrs. Blake was done with Ms. Fox. Ms. Fox pulled the curtain closed. Alex took in the small space. It was dimly lit. Only two wall sconces on each end and a few hanging lights from the ceiling. The space was mostly the darker gunmetal finish of the table. The wall panels and two chairs are made of the same finish. The booth where Mrs. Blake sat was wood painted to match the color with a black cushion on it. A small tea light was in the middle of the table.
Alex went to say something but Mrs. Blake held up her finger as she sat back. “Wait.” A moment later a little bell jiggled by the opening of the booth. So small Alex didn’t notice it before. “Enter,” Mrs. Blake called out.
The curtain was pulled back and a young stunning black girl entered. Where Ms. Fox was all curves, this new woman was thin and tall. She was dressed in the same grey gunmetal as the rest of the bar area but with a silver belt and silver headband. “Good evening Mrs. Blake. It is wonderful to see you again.” Her attention locked on the strong woman. She didn’t even look in the direction of Alex.
Mrs. Blake pushed back into the booth. “Naomi, what a pleasure to see you. How are your classes going?” Her eyes told both of them that she was curious.
“It’s a lot of work, but I’m getting it done. I’m hoping to get another 4.0 this semester. My mom is so thankful for all your help and so am I.” Her words were thick with emotion. Of someone who knew how much she was helped out.
“You are doing all the hard work Naomi. Just keep it up and I will make sure you get a great job and then you can be sitting here one day helping out an upcoming kid.” She paused and looked over to Alex. “Let’s not let my help know how nice I can be,” she laughed.
“Your secret will be safe with me,” Alex chuckled nervously. He looked very uncomfortable. Getting picked up by the boss after work and taken to a bar. His mind raced with trying to figure out what was going on.
“It better be Mr. Simpson,” she responded in a firm voice. Turning back to Naomi. “Can I have my regular drink please and bring a cheese plate.”
“Of course Mrs. Blake.” Turning to Alex. “Mr. Simpson, what can I get for you?”
“I would like a Makers and coke, please.”
“Excellent choice. Will there be anything else?” When both shook their heads no she said,” I will get the order in right away.” She turned and stepped out of the small area. As she did she smiled back at Mrs. Blake and then closed the curtains.
“Ok Mr. Simpson, I could see how nervous you are. Let me tell you why I wanted this meeting,” she said as she turned completely facing him. Her eyes locked onto his. Her hands moved to play with the glass vase holding the candle. Her body shifted forward also at this motion. Showing off her cleavage and the small pendant hanging between them. “You see Mr. Simpson, I have put together a special program for employees who may have some special talents. I think you may be one of these.” The wash of relief came over him. She saw it in his body language and all the stress falling from his face. “Are you ok,” she paused in her line of thought, asking him?
“Oh yes,” he answered as he fidgeted in his chair. “I thought with my track record of coming in late, you were going to fire me.” He nervously shrunk away from her.
She let out a gut filled laughter. Her right hand slapped the table as she straightened back in her seat. Wiping at the small tear forming at her eyes. Her laughter turned into giggles. Mr. Simpson, do you really think I would take you to the nicest restaurants in the city to fire you?”
His cheeks reddened as he realized how ridiculous that sounded. “I guess not.”
“Of course not.” She straight up, her tough hard face back in place. “I would call you to my office. Security would be posted. Not mixing words I would tell you that we do not need your services any longer and our security will escort you back to the desk you worked at to get your things. That HR will be contacting you by the end of day.” Her smile came back across her face as she leaned in again. “See how that would be a completely different conversion.”
That is when the bell chimed, breaking the tension. “Come in Naomi,” Mrs. Blake called. The curtain pulled open, revealing Naomi with a tray and two drinks and a small covered bowl. She walked behind Alex to place the tray on the shelf. Picking up Mrs. Blake’s glass, she moved around the free chair.
“Mrs. Blake, here is your martini. Mario made it just as you like it.” Holding the glass at the stem of the glass with her left hand and holding the wooden coaster with her right. She looked at Mrs. Blake picked it up and took a sip. Mrs. Blake nodded and she turned to get Alex’s glass. “For you Mr. Simpson, a Makers Mark and coke.” Before he could thank her she moved back to the tray and picked up the covered bowl. “Chef Witlle heard you were here and wanted you to try one of his appetizer specials.” She placed the bowl on the table and removed the cover.
A small plate was under the cover. Four pieces of meat were arranged artistically on the plate. A green sauce was drizzled over them with a single purple flower in the corner. “This is our Kobe beef appetizer for this evening. The pieces of meat came from a top farm and aged to perfection. The sauce is a jalapeño mint drizzle of the chef’s own creation.” Finishing her de***********ion, she stepped back.
“This looks wonderful,” Mrs. Blake told her. “Please thank the chef for us.” Her last word was final and Naomi knew it. She bowed and stepped out, closing the curtain again. “Ok, where were we,” she asked as she took another sip of her drink.
Alex nervously leaned forward. His hand took the glass and turned it a few times. “I think you were just about to tell me about my promotion and big fat raise,” he said with a nervous grin as he lifted his drink to his lips.
This made her laugh hard again. Also spitting out her drink. “Mr. Simpson, you are full of surprises outside the office. First nervous as a lamb and now full of himself as a lion.” She took another sip as she eyed him. “Back to business. It is a special program I’m developing. You will be my fourth employee to try it out. The other three were,” she paused hunting for the right word,” not suited for it. But I tweaked some of the requirements and believe you are a perfect candidate.” She let her words hang there. Looking for his reaction.
Alex took another sip of his drink. More to think about how to play this. Play dumb and let her start over again or to come clean and tell her about it all. How she did this to him already. About the loops and how he has been reliving the same day over and over. Would her mind control jump from loop to loop? Other stuff has. His johnson always being ready and up for the task thanks to those cops and that yea shop owner. Even the video of the eyeglass visit was still on his phone. So how would that work?
He finished his slow sip and placed the glass on the table. “Mrs. Blake, I know about your special employee program.” It was his turn to sit back and watch her reaction.
“Excuse me,” she questioned as a panic and confusion crossed her face. Alex leaned forward again. His hands grasped his cup again. Was it for comfort or strength he didn’t know.
Mrs. Blake or should I call you Alpha? You did this to me before.” It was his turn to lock on her face and watch her confusion grow. She went to ask a question but stopped before she started.
“Give me one second and I will explain everything.” He picked up the glass and downed the contents. The brown liquid burned down his throat as the sweet syrup of the coke followed. Placing the glass down on the table with a small thud he started in with his story. Not telling her about every loop but giving her enough information for her to understand what he has been dealing with. He stopped abruptly. Her eyes watched him. Caught up with every word.
Then she laughed. This time letting out a snort. “Mr. Simpson, that is one hell of a story.” Tears now rolling down from the corner of her eyes.
“It is not a story, Mrs. Blake. Use your trigger,” he said, a little heated.
“Ok, ok, I'll play along.” She paused to finish wiping the tears away. She straight and put on a serious face when she said “omega trigger.”
She watched as body slacken. His hands fell away from holding the glass and rested palm up on the table. His shoulders dropped as he sunk into his chair. His mouth opened and his eyes glazed over. “Mr. Simpson are you ok,” she asked after her shock wore off? “Are you just messing with me?”
“No Alpha, your toy is not messing with you. To answer your first question, Mr. Simpson is here. To him he floats in between being asleep and awake. He sees what his body does but he has no control. You have programmed his mind to split, giving this omega side control when you place him in trance. So in essence you have control, Alpha.” After finishing his statement his gaze drifted back into seeing nothing.
“I know how it works,” she said with a bit of heat in her voice. “I’m the one that you are saying did it to you in another one of these loops. Hmmm.” Her finger moved up to her lip, tapping it as she thought. After about a half a minute she came to her conclusion. “So omega, I will not remember this conversation or any other in any loop correct?”
“Yes, Alpha, that is correct.”
“Then you may never come out again if I don’t 10 to put you under and if I do that could mess up all this programming. Hmm, what to do?” She paused again to think again. “First, let me see first hand how deep you are. On your knees,” she commanded. Omega pushed his chair back and dropped to his knees in front of her. “Very good, very good.” She slid over on the booth to get a better look. “Look at you on your knees and ready to service your Alpha.”
Her foot reached out. The base of her pump resting on his chest. “Clean the bottom of my heels.” He moved to hold her foot but she jerked her foot away. “Did I say you can touch me?”
“No Alpha,” he replied weakly.
“Then don’t. You need to prove you are the first.” Extending her foot again she said,”now clean it.” Omega opened his mouth, exposing his tongue. Which started working long locks along her leather heels. Once he cleaned one side he moved to the other. Making sure each inch was locked clean.
Her evil smirk crossed her face. The one where she enjoyed making people bend to her will. It could be at work or outside. Giving them no chance other than what she wants. Taking their freedom from them and how wonderful she did that with Mr. Simpson. How she made him into her puppet to pull the strings, but how to make sure he tells her again?
Her foot lifted a bit higher. “Clean the heel Omega. Suck it like it was a little cock.” Watching him drag his tongue along her heel to the heel and taking it in his mouth was a sight. Him starting to suck it got her worked up. “As you do that, pull your dick out and jerk it hard for me. I want to see what you are packing Omega.” He unzipped his pants and removed his dick. Taking it in his hand he started pumping away. It was not long until his dick was rock hard. “That will do nicely,” she said, seeing his meat grow. “Get up and sit back down. Let’s talk about the future.”
Omega zipped up his pants and sat back in the chair across from her. He placed his hands on the table as he sat straight. “So how do we get you to come find me each start of your new loop to tell me all about this?” Her hand waved in a grand gesture. “I guess we will need to add that to your programming huh?” She got up from her seat and walked around the table to stand behind him. “This is not an ideal location but it will have to do,” she said. Then leaning into inches from his ear. He could feel her warm breath on his skin. The words, “Blood Red Sky,” were whispered into his ear and his mind dropped. He could feel his body relaxing as he followed the spiral created by this mind eye. Followed as it spun. Falling deeper and deeper as he tried to catch the never ending swirl.
Mrs. Blake watched as he dropped into his trance. Watched as his body relaxed. As his head started to droop to the side. How his mouth fell slack. As his eyes closed. Watching him chase the end of the trance.
“Such a good boy to fall so deep for me. My omega always pleases me. I like that he told me about the loop he was trapped in. I think we will have a lot of fun with this. Now to have you come tell me all about this,” she paused,” condition, you will have a strong urge to tell me about this the moment you first see me in the morning at work. You will need to get my attention and tell me. If you don’t, if you try to fight it, you will become anxious and stressed. You will not be able to fight this. You will need to tell me. Understood?”
“Yes Alpha,” came a low monotone voice.
“Good, now that is in your programming, let’s bring you back up.” She moved back to the booth and once seated she started the process of counting him awake. At the count of five his mind woke up and he was back across from his Alpha.
“Good to see you back awake.” She took a bite of the meat and washed it down with her drink. “Damn, that is so tasty. Have a bite.” Omega reached out and took one of the small pieces and placed it in his mouth. He began chewing the juicy flavorful piece of meat. Nodding his head in agreement. “How do you feel omega?”
After a few more seconds of chewing, he swallowed the morsel. Then he answered in a monotone voice. “He feels good, Alpha. He likes how trance makes him feel so relaxed.” He reached down and took a sip on his drink.
“That is so good to hear. I enjoy hearing that my good boy is enjoying his training.” She paused for a moment before asking,” so how many loops have you been in omega?”
He had to stop and think about the answer. “He believes it is thirty eight but it may be thirty nine now.”
“And how many of them did you find yourself at my feet,” she followed up with. All attention on her prey.
“I believe it was ten Alpha.” His tone was still flat as his blue eyes stared at her.
“Interesting. So you are a born submissive,” she said more as a statement but omega responded as if it was a question.
“No Alpha. Omega is a switch. He enjoys both roles.”
She perked up at this. “Have you ever dominated me?”
“No Alpha, he has not.”
“That makes sense,” she said as her hand moved up to her mouth. Her finger tapping on her lips in thought. “Hmmm, I do have the most wonderful idea. You see I have not really found a man to dominate me fully. Maybe by giving you that command you can and if I don’t like it I will not remember it. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“Yes Alpha. He believes that he could fully dominate completely.”
“Then let’s try it out, but one more thing. You said the program worked on my husband?” A wicked smile crossed her lips.
“Yes it did Alpha. You called him Zeta.”
“Hmmm, that makes sense.” She reached for the phone that was on the table. Opening the screen she tapped the button to call her husband. She pressed the speaker phones omega could listen but placed her finger to her lips for him to be quiet.
After three rings the phone was picked up. “Blake, I’m in a meeting with Ms. Green and Ms. Cannon at the moment. Can I call you back?”
Mrs. Blake whispered “zeta trigger” and he went silent. “You there zeta.”
“Yes Alpha,” he responded in the same monotone used by omega. She thought to herself she needed to change that for future initiates to our program.
“Good,” she responded. “Put the phone on speaker. I would like to talk to the ladies.”
“Yes Alpha.” The clear tone changed on the phone to more of a distant sound.
“Hello Mrs. Blake,” came the familiar voice of Ms. Green. “What is going on?”
“My husband has been triggered into his trance. He will do anything I say. I have plans this evening and don’t want him to interfere. So ladies, would you like to have some fun with him? I let you control him. You can do anything you want to him. What do you say?” She nervously grinned at omega.
“Anything,” said the voice over the phone.
“Yes, anything.”
“Then count us in. What do we have to do Mrs. Blake?”
“Just keep him busy. Zeta, I give Mr. Green and Ms. Cannon control over you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Alpha,” he replied.
“Have fun you three,” she said as she hit the end button. “They seem like they are going to have some fun. Ms. Green can be a handful and I don’t know this Ms. Cannon. Heard she is new.” Another pause to change the subject. “But anyway, my husband will be busy the rest of the evening. So let’s see if you could put me in my place.” She leaned forward to stare into his glassy eyes. “You will only tell me about this part to come in your future loops if I enjoy it.” She took a sip of her drink. “Shall we start. Omega I command you into the dominant role. You do whatever you wish with me.”
The blank stare that was in his eyes disappeared. Replaced by a fire. One look into them would burn your soul. He sat there, his eyes on her. She felt his burning gaze. As each moment passed she became more and more uncomfortable until she finally asked,” when are you going to start?”
“Start,” he questioned her? “Start what?”
“You're taking control,” she responded nervously. She fidgeted in her seat as she waited for his answer.
“How do you picture me taking control of you?” He paused, “what would your submission entail?”
She nervously giggled, “well,” she started and then stopped. She looked at him hoping he would take the lead but he just sat waiting for her to continue. This was making her very uncomfortable. “It’s you taking control. Pinning me to a wall. Forcing yourself on me. Make me your plaything.” As she finished, she could feel the heat building in her cheeks.
“Ahh, no you are wrong,” he said. Letting his words sink in. Just as she was about to respond he continued cutting her off. “Those are all physical acts. Why yes they are acts of control, they are not domination.” She was about to voice her option. “Before you speak out of turn. Let me finish.” His gaze stared her down. He paused from a moment again and just as she was about to speak he started again. “Do you think when a partner lets you take control it is domination? I bet you do, but what if they physically stop you or use their safe word. Who is in charge then? Not you, it is them.”
He paused to sip his drink. Watching her take in his words. “I see you understand that. Just watching your beautiful features comprehends that truth. Now let’s talk about true domination. This can be in any part of life. Shit I bet you do this in your business world.” Her mouth opened to say something but he raised his finger and she stopped. “True domination is when you let that person take control from you. It is a complete mental thing. It could stay mental as a coworker who always does as you say or it could turn physical as you being pinned up against a wall. In both of these cases you have given your partners control over you.”
Her head was swimming at his words. Was this true? Was this complete domination? Giving yourself over completely. Deep down she knew it was true and that his words had set her free. Free to give herself to him. “You may speak now,” he said. She didn’t realize she was waiting for his permission until he gave it.
She was caught off guard at his statement, but his words made it ok. “I can see that now. I never realized that the domination of someone meant taking more control of their mind then their body. That anyone can force themselves on another willing or even unwilling, but for one to give their mind over to that is even more powerful.” Her last word hung in the air as she had more but was unable to voice it. Her eyes looked down at the table as she felt her blood pumping red hot under her skin. She has not felt this way in a long long time. So vulnerable. So weakened. So free.
He smiled back at her as her gaze rose from looking at his glass to his face. She knew she was his now. He did what he wanted. Take her how he wished. From the primal look in his eyes he knew he caught his prey. His hand reached out over the table. She stared at it a moment before reaching for it with hers. Going to wrap it around her throat.
Alex pulled his hand back. “Did I tell you that it was ok to touch my hand,” he said with his hand still hovering by his head. She shrunk by his words. Not used to being reprimanded like this. “No, I didn’t. You may not touch until I say it is ok, understand?”
Her single word came out so low,” yes.”
“Yes what? An alpha slut like you knows the honorifics.”
Her head still hanging low, she peered up at him with her big round eyes. Her face turned a new shade of pink. “Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand reached back out across the table into the same position as before. This time instead of her trying to move his hand she shifted her body to place her neck into his grasp. Once again he pulled his hand away. She stepped back and he replaced his hand. This time she positioned her head so he would be grappling the back of her head. His hand opened and let go of her head. He pulled away and said, “That is not what my hand is waiting for. Stop thinking of yourself, you like greedy alpha slut. Why do you think my hand is open? What can you place in it besides something you want? A really good submissive would think what she could do for her Dom, not how her Dom will use her. Now stop thinking of what you want and think of what I want.”
She stepped back a half a step letting his words sink in. When his hand moved back over the table she looked at how it was really positioned. Thumb and forefinger at the top. Almost looking like it should be grasping something. Then she thought of what to grasp. Her mind roamed back to her staring at his glass and she just knew it had to be that. Her hand hovered over his drink. Her eyes looked him over as she did. A small smirk crossed his lips and she knew she picked right. Her right hand picked the glass up from over top and picked it up. Her hand guided the glass into his and it wrapped around it.
A full smile crossed his lips as he brought the drink to his lips. Taking a long slow pull from the drink. He took his time, making her stew in her thoughts. Let her learn that it is all about what he wants. Let her see that her learning this lesson pleases him. Let her bask in that pride. Her glowing smile looked over at him as placed his drink down on the table. “Good girl,” he complimented her. Her smile brightened as her cheeks blushed even deeper. “Come stand in front of me,” he said as he took her hand moving her to the spot. Raising her hand up over her head he said,” now spin.” She started to twirl but once she was halfway done with the first twirl he was out of his seat. His bigger body pressed to her back, pushing her forward into the wall of the booth. Pinning her betweening his strong muscled body and the hard plaster of the wall.
“It appears that you have learned that I’m the one in control and how you can so much enjoy pleasing me.” His words were a whisper in her ear. Nothing more than words of fact. Not a boast. Not him holding power over her but just the way of it moving forward.
He continued,”I can feel the want coming off your body.” His warm sweet bourbon breath blew along her skin, sending additional flutters of excitement down her body. “Such a needy little whore. Wanting to learn and explore her dirty kinky fantasies. Knowing you want to give into those naughty kinks. The feel of hard leather cuffs on your ankles and wrists. Or the seduction of being bound and hanging from a rope harness. Maybe your biggest turn on is to be plugged and edging. Me watching as your fingers dance along your lovely mound. Rubbing your clit until I allow you to penetrate yourself.” As he spoke she purred. Even deeper when he mentioned the plug. “Are you plugged now you needy slut?”
She bit her lip as her head turned back to look at him over her shoulder. An innocent beaming from her eyes, but they both know she is anything but that. His left hand guides hers down to her side and then twists it behind her back. His free hand moved to the zipper of her skirt and slowly slipped it down. The zipper struggled at first to break free but then became easy to finish the rest of the way, but he took his time. When it was finally undone, he helped the skirt down to the bar floor with his thumb pulling at the hem.
She felt exposed as the skirt dropped to the floor. She has been fucked before in this restaurant. Mostly likely in this booth, but this was different. It wasn’t about the people milling around outside that made her feel exposed but being bare ass in front of him. The one she created she remembered. The one she ordered to dominate her. This is what she wanted and he is delivering in spades.
He lifted her right leg to step out of the article of clothing laying on the floor. As he allowed it to be placed back on the floor, he used his foot to widen her stance. When they were greater than shoulder length apart he pulled his chest away. She was still pressed hard into the wall but the pressure of his body was gone. She felt a pang of regret at his body not being pressed to hers. What was going on here she thought. This is not her. In control all the time. Her body gave so easily to his touch, her mind so easily guided to what he wanted. She felt the panties being pulled to the side. Her face turned a deep shade of red. He was about to find her secret.
“Look what we have here,” his tone gave off a notion of surprise, but they both were not fooled. “Looks like the alpha slut was already playing even before leaving work. How does being plugged in public make you feel? Having that secret as you spoke so kindly to all those people. Trying to put off a caring wealthy woman but deep down inside you are nothing more than a cheap horny whore. One dressed in much better clothes but still a whore.”
His free hand drifts down between her legs. She wiggles her leg open a bit wider to let him get easier access. He paused to play with the plug so deep in her ass. Pulling at it and then giving it a wiggle. After playing with it for a few moments he continued down lower. She moans as his fingers find her spot. “Look at you opening for me like a good girl. Oh fuck, you are already so wet. How needy you must be. I bet you want me to keep touching you huh?” As he posed the question he removed his hand from between her legs. “You do think you are worthy of my fingers?” She made a whining sound as he stopped. “Well you may, but first you have to prove it. Let’s have you sit back down and finger that wet cunt of yours. Edge yourself for my pleasure. I want you to get yourself all dripping. A fucking messy down there but you will not have an orgasm. Now get yourself in position.” He released her arm and stepped back.
Watching her like a hawk as she moved back to her seat. Looking for anything showing that she was reluctant. That she was not ready to obey, but she moved with one thing in mind. Her ass sat on the cushion and she pulled up her feet so her heels rested on the edge. Her finger moved between her legs and moved her panties to the side. Then her fingers started in a circular motion. Slowly at first. She watched Alex as he sat back down. Looking to see if she was pleasing him but he let off no emotions. She didn’t let that stop her. She was tasked to edge and that is what she would do. Plus she started to really enjoy it.
As her fingers rubbed and exposed her pussy lips, her moans started. She was really getting into being so exposed. Being nothing more than a toy for him to pose and tell what to do. Her body was first reluctant to give into the pleasure he was having giving herself but her pussy was so needy that it one out. That it sent the warm flowing feeling throughout her body. Her piercing gaze went from staring at him. Making sure he was watching. That she was pleasing him. That was the only thing that mattered, but as the warm need crept through throughout her body her eyes slipped off him. Staring into space she starts to fight the building orgasm in her.
She was so engrossed in this that she only heard the sound of the bell in the distance. It was not until Naomi walked in carrying the platter full of cheeses that she realized. Her first thought was to hide herself. Close her legs. Try to not yet see this sexy young girl see her in such a compromising pose.
As she did this Alex’s voice in a commanding tone said,”I didn’t tell you to stop did I.” He didn’t so she opened her legs wide again. As she did her eyes looked over at the young fit girl who was standing there in shock. A grin crossed her face. Was it because she was now being watched by someone else or that her horniness took over again. She watched him stand and move next to her.
“Naomi,” he started. “I know this comes as a shock, but Blake here is deep down a needy horny slut and she needs to let that free.” His hands move to take the tray from her hand and place it on the table. He then wrapped his right arm around her waist, pressing his body in on hers. He could feel the heat being in her. “I know you have thoughts of her being a powerful businesswoman and with that a dominant personality, but deep deep down you push the right buttons and you can edge out her submissive side.”
His head leaned into her. “Do you like what you see there?” His question was answered with a mesmerized head nod. She was spaced out. Only watching this woman moan as she played with herself. Alex’s free hand moved in front of her and started massaging her tits over her work top. Surprisingly the fabric was soft and nice to the touch. She didn’t slap his hand away but moved into it. “I know you like watching her edge herself. Look at her fingers making circles along her wet pussy lips. How her body moves back and forth as the pleasure wraps around her body. Encasing it.” His hand moved off her tits and worked its way down her body. At the hem of her pants it slid inside the elastic waistband. His fingertips danced along her panties. He felt the beginning of a wet spot. “I see this is turning you on so much huh?”
She turned to look at him and weakly said,” yes.” You could read it in her eyes that she wanted more.
“Would you like to lick her sweet wet pussy? I can make that happen,” he continued with his own smirk crossing his face.
“Oh yes, I would love that,” he words came out with a bit of a moan.
“Then drop to your knees and crawl over there for your snack.” The mocha skinned girl dropped to the wooden floor and crawled the three feet to her face was between Blake’s legs. “Let his sexy bitch lick that sweet pussy, my alpha slut. Let her worship your cunt. I can see it in her eyes that she has been waiting for this day.” Her hand pulled away letting Naomi‘s face bury into her waiting snatch.
Alex sat down back in his chair to watch the show but the table was in the way of his view. He stood and picked up the small table top and shifted it to the side. Sitting back down into the chair he held his half done glass and took another sip. He crossed his leg and was able to start enjoying the show.
By this time Naomi passed the awkward stage of her tongue making small licks on that juicy pussy. The quick short exploratory passes, but as Alex finally sat down to watch, her tongue was fully into that tight snatch. Her own tongue adding to Blake’s wettest. Full contact on her mound. Blake arched her off the seat as her soft moans became a bit more in volume.
Naomi hand pushed her legs open wider. Letting her face gain full access to her pretty pink pussy. Her tongue darted up and down and side to side. She looked up to the powerful woman moaning at the pleasure she was coaxing from her.
“Oh my god.” Blake moaned. “What a good cunt licker you are. You’re going to make me cum,” she said down to the mocha skin girl between her legs. Her eyes moved from her to Alex sitting across from them. Sitting and watching the show. “Can I cum for you Sir.” The need in her voice was matched by the lust in her eyes. “Please Sir.”
He let the question linger for a few moments before he said,”no you may not cum. You will take it and ride the pleasure to the edge but not cross it.” Taking another sip of his drink.
“Oh god please,” she began begging more. “Her tongue is too good. Please”. His face told her the answer was still no. So needy now she tried to not think about the hot little pussy licker. Her hand moved down to weave not the thick black locks on Naomi’s head. “Fuck you are so good at that,” she said looking down at Naomi now. “Too good at that,” her words came out in heavy breaths. “If I knew how good I would have you done this sooner.” Her hand pulled back the young girl's head. Breaking contact as the pleasure became too much.
Naomi looked up at the older woman. “Can I have more please?” Her own eyes are now full of lust. Wanting so hard to make this woman she has been infatuated with orgasm. For a moment their eyes just locked on each other. Alex watched the standoff with interest. He knew his alpha slut was at her breaking point. Would she give into her wicked need or hold back.
His alpha slut did something that surprised him. She pushed the younger woman away. “Anymore and this alpha slut will cum and her Sir told her she could not.” Her lust filled eyes spoke other words. Telling her little pussy worshipper that she wanted so much more. She bit her lips as her hands moved slowly over her body.
For Naomi’s part, she looked so disappointed. Her big brown eyes looked up hoping she would change her mind. Her only hands moved to rest on the inside of her partner’s inner thighs. Rubbing them gently. The sexual energy was still in full charge in the small room. Both so ready to go.
Alex put his drink down and stood. At Naomi’s side in less then two steps. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her thin frame up to her feet. His chest pressed up to her back with his arms wrapped around her. His hands held her small tits. He leaned in so his mouth was so close to her ear. “Don’t worry Naomi,” he started off. “If you want more, come to her house after work. You know where she lives, right?” Her head nodded yes as she let out a small groan. Her ass pressed back into his groin. “Good girl. If you want some dick I can give that to you also.” He paused as he let her rub on his dick. He glazed over to see his alpha slut with her fingers back rubbing her pussy. “You know what, invite that mountain of a bouncer. She seemed to have a shine for him. Now go back to work.” His hands released her and he stepped back.
Naomi straightened and fixed her uniform. Looking over to Blake she got a smile as she mouthed the word “perfect”. She was so needy that she didn’t want to voice it and have her moans escape. Naomi gave Alex one more look, like she was waiting to be dismissed.
“You may go slut.” She turned to head out but he stopped her. “Before you go, take this platter,” he said pointing at the one she brought in that started this slippery slope. “Take it and give it to a young couple that are settling an anniversary or something. We are not going to eat it and it will be a waste.”
“Yes Sir,” she said as a smile crossed her lips. Something changed in her face also. He couldn’t place it. “I know the perfect couple.” Her hands took the platter and she pushed out of the heavy curtains. The music drifted into their space, their own sex den.
He watched as she left and then turned his attention back to the masturbating alpha slut. “I think you have done enough of that alpha slut. Let’s get you dressed so we can head back to your place.” For his part, he moved the table back to its original place.
“Yes Sir,” she whimpered. She pushed up from her seat on shaking legs. Fixing her painted back over her wet pussy. The juices soaked the fabric pulling it tight to her skin. She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up over her hips. Her hand fumbled for the zipped, taking three tries to get it pulled up. She turned it into place and then put the jacket back on. She walked to the back wall and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a bit messy, her makeup a bit out of place but it was her eyes that told the story. The need and lust looking back to her.
“Shall we go,” his words broke her from staring at this woman in the mirror. It was her but not. His hand moved to the small of her back.
“Yes Sir,” she answered. Her words are low but full of want. They both knew that she would do anything he asked of her. That this was the dominance she was craving. As he guided her through the curtains she never felt so exposed. Exposed but protected.
His strong hand guided her into the now crowded bar area. He directed her past the people sitting enjoying their meals at the tables and the ones at the bar having a drink. She kept her eyes looking forward. Not wanting to see anyone she knew who wanted to stop for a chat. He moved her along as he had the same thought. As they came to the door, Tank opened it wide. “Have a wonderful evening Mrs. Blake, Mr. Simpson.” He looked at me and nodded as a smirk came to his stone features. So Naomi told him already.
The parking lot was empty except for Diego with her car. He stood at the door, holding it open. Alex guided her but stopped at the back. His hand moved to the latch and he popped the button. The trunk raised slowly. Once completely opened, he motioned to her. “Get in.” Her eyes turned from the trunk to look up at him. Seeing his face she knew there was no reason to voice a concern, so she climbed in. Alex helped her as she sat on the edge of the frame and let her body slide into the large truck. She curled up into a comfortable position. Having her climb in there, strangely turned around. Her lust filled eyes watched as he closed the lid.
He moved around the back of the car to Diego. “She needs a timeout before I take her home and breed her.” Diego’s mouth dropped even wider. As Alex sat in the car he looked back up to the parking attendant. “Talk to Naomi if you want some fun later.” With that he closed the car door and hit the power button. The car came to life. Alex hit the button for home on the consult and the map showed him the directions to her place. Putting the car in gear he pulled out of the parking lot onto the Street in front of the White Box and followed the map to the highway. Twenty minutes of testing out her car and it was time to exit. He wanted to keep going but he was a bit worked up and ready to use his boss. Another ten minutes until he pulled into the driveway. As he did, the garage door opened. He pulled slowly into the spot and parked the car.