Power Exchange.

Disclaimer: This post contains a story sexual in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

I had just come home and collapse on the couch.  It had been an extremely rough shift at work and all I keep thinking is that I wasn't ready for the night I was suppose to have.  I have roughly a hour and a half to get ready.  I peel myself off my couch to run the bath water, turn on some music, set an alarm for 30 minutes, pour myself a glass of Riesling, turn the water off and get into the tub.

As I finish my wine, I start to relax and doze off.  In what seems like 2 minutes later, my alarm goes off.  I open my eyes and I don't feel any better.  I finish washing up, I get out of the tub and walk back to the living room to grab my phone.  I see that I have a text from him so I open it.  It says "I'm running a little late, can you come here instead of me going to you?"  I text him back, "No problem, I'll leave in about 45 minutes."

I walk into my room, and I see that he has bought me the new dress and put it in my room, which brings a smile to my face.  No wonder he's running late.  What is he up to?  I pull out a pair of red pumps and pick out a pair of earrings that go with the dress. I finish getting ready and get the dress on.  He is good at this.  And I head out.

I get to his place and the doorman lets me in.  I take the elevator to his apartment and let myself in.  I hear the shower running so I go to his room and sit on his bed.  I guess I was in deep thought because I don't realize that he's in the room, "You look fabulous."  He startles me, but I respond with "Only because of you" and get up to give him a kiss.  God, he looks good in just a towel.  

After the kiss he says, "You don't give yourself enough credit, you're beautiful because you're you. Give me 10 minutes, I"ll be ready."  I sit back on the bed and I watch him get ready.  He puts his suit and tie on and I get up to fix his crooked tie.  I didn't think it was possible but I think he looks even better in that suit than when he's naked. 

We leave his apartment and 20 minutes later, we're at the venue for his company party.  My stomach growls as we walk in and he gives me a look but we're greeted by his co-workers and he goes to grab me a drink.  He comes back with a martini and whispers in my ear, "Don't drink too much tonight." And goes back to his people.  He is definitely up to something tonight.  First the dress and now the sudden limit on drinks.

The party comes to an end and we leave the venue, we get in the car and he starts driving.  I don't mean to, but I fall asleep.  I don't know how long it's been, but the car stopping wakes me.  I realize we're not at his apartment, but at his beach house.

I look at him and ask him "I knew you were up to something.  How long have we been driving?" and he says, "About 2 hours."  He unlocks the car and gets out and gets a small suitcase from the trunk.  I get out of the car and follow him into the house.

"It's gorgeous here." I say to him, as I look out the huge windows facing the ocean.  He walks down the hallway and I follow him.  We end up in a bedroom and he opens the suitcase.  Inside all I see are his clothes and I frown.

"You do not get your own clothes this weekend.  If you're lucky, you'll get one of my shirts but don't expect it." he says.

Astonished, I don't know what to say to respond.  As I stand there, I cross my arms and stare into his eyes.

Some time passes and I say, "So, you want me naked all weekend?"

"Yes." he replies.

"Well, then can you unzip me please, I'd like to get to bed tonight." I say.  He unzips me and my dress falls right to the floor.  All I have on are my matching black bra and underwear, garter belt, and pumps.

He sits down on the bench at the foot of the bed and says, "Striptease for me."

I walk over to him, and slowly dance for him while taking the rest of my clothes off.  I see him getting aroused and that is when I decide to climb onto his lap.  I straddle him and I feel his cock stir.  I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and unzip his fly and let his member breathe.  I get off of him and I get of my knees.  I look into his eyes for consent, and he nods.  I take him in my mouth and work my way up and down.  Slowly teasing him with my tongue and building pressure within him.  I feel his cock twitch and he pushes me off and he stands up.

"Kneel on the bench and lay face down on the bed."  He demands and I obey.

I feel his hand against my hot sex. "Dirttty girl, has giving me head turned you on this much?"

I moan as he plunges two of his fingers into me. As he fingers me slowly, I reach back with my hand and touch my clit.  And he stops, putting me on the edge.  "Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"Ughh, no. Please, sir, can I come?"  I respond.

"Absolutely not. Especially not right now.  If you come, without my permission, there will be swift consequenses.  Understood?" He says as he lays down in the bed.

"Yes."

"Now, come ride me." I crawl up onto the bed and hover over him.  I slowly lower myself onto his cock and I feel so full.  I start moving up and down, pick up my pace as I go.  I feel my impending orgasm coming, so I slow myself down.  As I slow myself down, he puts his hands on my hips and starts pumping himself into me.

"Sir, pleaseeee." I moan as I start breathing unevenly.

He responds with a "Don't you dare" and continues.  I try to hold it in, but I have no luck.  I scream out and my vaginal walls involuntarily convulse.  He touches my clit and I ride out my orgasm.

Moments later, he says "I don't remember you getting permission. Get up, face that corner, and stand there until I'm ready."

I do as I'm told, and I hear him rifling through his suitcase.

To be continued...