Michelle Hasker

Michael sighed as he closed the door and sagged against it. Sophie wasn't coming over tonight so he'd be all alone. Ever since he'd spanked her and found out her true feelings, they'd been inseparable. He'd missed her all this long week. If only she was coming here tonight. But no, she was working late with her handsome young assistant.

He'd never realized he was the jealous type, but he definitely was if the urge to tear Dane's face off and boil it in stew was any indication.

Michael dropped his briefcase on the table, wondering what she was doing. Without stopping, he kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie as he walked to the fridge. He hoped she was feeling as lonely as he was. He pulled out a beer, opened the can and took a long swallow before heading down the hallway to his bedroom.

Perhaps after a shower this unusual jealousy would fade. He set the beer down and quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed in the shower. As the steamy hot water bounced off his chest, he scrubbed his face trying to erase all the angry lines the thoughts of Sophie and Dane together caused.

Sophie loved him as much as he loved her. He thought about the diamond ring he'd stashed in his sock drawer. Would she say yes when he proposed?

A noise in his bedroom caught his attention. He froze and listened more carefully. When he didn't hear anything else he shut off the water and climbed out of the shower. His mind was working overtime imagining Sophie with Dane.

Michael wrapped the towel around his waist, and grabbed his beer, taking another long swallow before walking into his bedroom. He froze at the sight of Dane standing at the foot of the bed, and Sophie sprawled on the bed in a black leather catsuit.

When she saw him, she smiled and stood up. "Hello, Michael. Miss me?"

"Yes." Michael growled as he looked at her, then Dane, then back at her.

"Good," she purred. "Dane."

She flicked her wrist and Dane moved past him. Before Michael realized what he was doing Dane had grabbed him from behind and handcuffed him. Anger and confusion boiled up inside him. What was going on? What were they doing? Had he been right about Sophie and Dane?

"Tie him to the bed, please."

"Sure thing," Dane said as he yanked Michael toward the bed.

"What the hell is going on?" Michael bucked and twisted, trying to fight against Dane's firm grip.

"Nothing. Unless you let Dane tie you up."

"What?" He struggled. "What the hell are you doing, Sophie?" All kind of images whirled through his mind and none of them were pleasant.

"Dane is going to tie you up and then I am going to have my wicked way with you."

Michael forgot to struggle as her words sent all his blood rushing to his cock. She wanted to dominate him? She wasn't satisfied being submissive? When he hesitated Dane pinned him to the bed and tied one foot while Sophie finished the other. He'd had visions of tying Sophie spread eagle on his four poster bed, but it looked like she'd beaten him to it. Was this her way of telling him she wanted to be in charge? But he didn't want to relinquish control. And what about Dane?

"And what is Dane going to be doing while you have your wicked way with me?" Michael asked.

"Dane will be going home to spend some time with his friends Pat and Tina. Isn't that right, Dane?" She smirked.

"Yep." Dane grinned back. "Tina is more than enough for me to handle. Enjoy yourselves."

Dane winked as he slipped out the bedroom door. The sound of his whistling reached them and the tune made Michael laugh.

"Hi ho hi ho it's off to work we go?" Michael turned his attention back to Sophie.

"Um, yeah. You really don't want to know about his personal life. Trust me. You thought I was bad? He's really bad."

"Okay. And what are you planning to do with me now that you have me completely at your mercy? These handcuffs are digging into my wrists. Can't you take them off?" he asked as he struggled with them again.

"Oh no. No way. I have you at my mercy, and that is where you are gonna stay." She frowned as he continued to struggle. Maybe they did hurt. "Did Dane tighten them too much?"

"Yes." Michael growled and rolled on his side offering his hands. "Please, Sophie."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to try and get free."

He sighed and looked up at her. "I don't understand. I thought you wanted someone to punish you."

"Ever hear of a switch? Maybe I want to be in charge of giving you pleasure this time? Maybe in my home you are the dom, but here I can be the dom? What do you say?"

"At this point, woman, I'd say anything to get you to undo these cuffs."

Sophie sighed. He would never let her take charge. Hell, he probably wouldn't let her take charge if she covered herself in whip cream and strawberries.

"Okay. I'll undo the cuffs, but you have to let me tie your hands to the bed."

"Fine, just get the damn things off of me."

Sophie froze and glared at him. Enough already. He was acting like a baby. Was it too much to ask for something she wanted? Granted she had wanted to be dominated, but not always. She wanted a turn, too, damn it.

"Now listen here, Michael." Sophie growled as she crawled onto the bed and up to his waist. She stopped and pressed her weight on him. "I'm going to remove the handcuffs, and I will tie you to the bed. If you try anything funny like try to get free, or try and turn the tables on me I will walk out that door without giving you any of the pleasures I have in mind for tonight."

Michael just stared, but she could tell from the way his chest moved more quickly, that he was aroused. Good, if she could stay in control she knew she’d be able to show him how wonderful it was.

She leaned over him, letting her leather covered breast brush against his face as she reached for the key. She moved slowly back into a sitting position and smirked. "I'll unlock the handcuffs, but if you so much as sneeze I'm gone. Understand?"

"Yes." Michael panted, sweat covered his face as he stared, mesmerized at her breasts. Suddenly she realized how to keep him from taking control. She had to keep him out of control. Sophie tugged at the zipper on her top, pulling it down and exposing a lot of creamy flesh.

Michael licked his lips. "Yes, Mistress."

Sophie beamed and patted his cheek, then pushed him on his side and removed the handcuffs. Quickly she pushed him back over, and straddled his chest. If she wasn't dressed her mons would have been covering his mouth as she grabbed one arm and tied his wrist to the bed with a silk tie. When she repeated the action with his other arm she felt his teeth on the leather covering her.

"Michael!" She gasped and moved back. "What are you doing?"

"I couldn't resist such a blatant invitation."

Her eyes narrowed as she stepped back. In a swift motion she yanked the towel away form his midriff and gazed at his very hard cock as it twitched against his stomach.

"I think you have earned your first punishment," she whispered as she crept around the bed and knelt between his legs again.

"Punishment?" He gasped as her hand stroked his inner thigh.

"Shhh. I didn't give you permission to talk."

Before he could respond she reached down and grabbed his throbbing shaft in her hand and drew her hand up to the tip, rubbing at the drop of pre-cum. He was more excited about this than he'd let on. The knowledge filled her with excitement, and Sophie sucked him into her mouth, working him with her hands and tongue. First in slow motion, twirling her tongue around the head and sliding her hand up and down, then sucking hard as she squeezed him and used her other hand to rub against the base of his shaft.

Michael moaned and tried to arch into her touch. Sophie grinned and continued her manipulations, drawing him even deeper into her mouth and using both hands on his cock until his thighs trembled against hers.

"Oh, God, Sophie. I'm going to come."

She released him with a pop, and leaned back on her heels. "No you aren't."

He groaned as she moved off the bed and walked over to a bag she must have brought with her. She bent over giving him a nice view of her ass. What a punishment. To bring him to the brink of orgasm and then walk away. When the tables were turned and he was back in charge he'd make her suffer just like he was. She hummed and he wondered what she had in store for him next.

Sophie turned around with a grin. She shook a can of whip cream in one hand as she advanced toward him. "I think you want a little more of that don't you?"

He could only moan as she slid her nails up the inside of his leg and cupped his balls in her hand. She'd already removed the lid, so it caught him by surprise when she brought the can down and sprayed the white cream all over his cock.

The cold sent shivers down his legs and up his spine. He cried out, then moaned again when her tongue laved at the sweet cream covering his erection.

The contrasting sensations made him throb. He wanted her to suck him in her mouth and take him in deep, working him until he came. Instead she teased him with her tongue. When she leaned back and sprayed more on him he struggled against the ties binding him to the posts.

"Damn it, Sophie. I've never tormented you this way."

She grinned, her eyes flashing in amusement. "Oh, yes, you have. And now it's your turn to suffer."

"I'll just make you pay the next time we are at your place."

"I know," she said right before drawing the tip of his shaft into her mouth.

Michael moaned and arched as far off the bed as he could. Her mouth felt like heaven, but he wished he was deep inside her while she rode him until they both exploded. That was one thing they hadn't tried yet. He hadn't let her take top position. Well maybe she'd take the honors tonight.

"Sophie, please." He groaned when she released him and backed away.

"I still have a lot of whip cream. What in the world should I do with it?"

He didn't buy the innocent look in her eyes. Her gaze roamed over his chest and he knew what she had planned. As the cold cream covered both his nipples Michael held his breath waiting for her next move.

She straddled him again, her leather covered mons rubbing against his cock as she lowered her mouth to his nipple. Her soft hair brushed against his stomach as her mouth sucked on his hardened nub. He let out a hoarse cry when she gently bit him. Before he could beg for more she'd switched her attention to the other one, repeating the sucking and biting.

Sophie rose and looked down at him, her face flushed with desire.

"I love you."

She froze and stared at him, tilting her head. "What?"

"I love you."

He lay still watching as various emotions rushed across her face before she softened and dropped onto his chest, capturing his mouth with hers.

When she kissed him deeply he refused to believe she could exhibit such love and tenderness and not have it be genuine.

"I love you, too," she said, finally, when she pulled back.

"Untie me," he whispered.

"But I'm not finished." She kissed his jaw. "I have much more planned."

"You do?" He knew his grin spread from ear to ear, but he didn't care. She'd said she loved him. Maybe tonight would be a good night to propose.

"Yes. I do." Slowly, she crawled off him and walked back over to her bag.

Michael didn't know how much more torment he could stand. If she touched him he was sure he'd lose control and be finished before she could even get her pleasure. Yes, he liked being in charge, but he also liked knowing that he was giving her pleasure. Pleasure that no one else would ever give her again. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Sophie dropped the bag. "I brought some more things to tease you with, but I think I should take it easy on you since this is your first time."

"What? You're not stopping are you?"

"Stopping? No. I just figured since you were being so cooperative I'd save some things for the next time. It'll give you something to look forward to."

Things to look forward do. Didn't she know that she was the only thing he thought about? All day, all night, asleep or awake she filled his thoughts and made him feel complete. No one else had ever done that to him and he wasn't planning on ever letting her go.

Sophie studied his face, wondering what he was thinking. The foreplay had gone on long enough. She was drenched with desire, and he was more than ready if the drops of liquid on the head of his cock were anything to gauge his reaction by.

She walked over to his radio and selected a song that would go well with the strip tease she had in mind.

"Sophie," Michael said. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." She grinned and reached for the zipper on her outfit.

With each inch of skin she uncovered, his cock thumped more furiously against his stomach and when she stood there completely naked, he licked his lips and fought his restraints.

Tossing her outfit next to the bag, she walked over to the bed and crawled over him again.

"Untie me Sophie," Michael gasped. "I want to taste you. I want to make you scream my name and then lick every drop of pleasure from you before doing it all over again."

"As appealing as that is, Michael. I have no intention of untying you until we're done."

Michael swallowed visibly, and arched as she rubbed her damp mons over his shaft. He moaned and clenched his hands when she reached down and wrapped her hands around him. "Sophie."

She ignored him as she guided him past her wet folds. Lowering her body, she didn't stop until she'd taken him in all the way. With a sigh, she tightened her muscles around him and then began to move. She rose until he almost popped out, but then she slid back down fast and hard, eliciting a gasp from him. Sophie continued, varying the speed and angle at which she moved until Michael was moaning and writhing beneath her on the bed.

He reached so deep inside her that she couldn't stop the shudder, or prevent the tingling sensation as it spread through her body like wildfire. As she picked up the tempo, he thrust his hips meeting her as she rode him fast and hard. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other echoed in the air, and Sophie tightened around him as he grew even harder inside her.

Knowing he was about to come, Sophie slammed down on him fast and furious, trying to reach the same pinnacle that was within his grasp.

As Michael groaned and shouted her name, she shattered into a million pieces before collapsing on him, pleasantly exhausted.

"Can we do this again next time?" He murmured softly in her ear.

Sophie smiled and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him gently.

"I certainly hope so."