“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.

Chapter Three

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.

“Oh, daddy. Grant’s a great boss. And he’s smart, too. He knows when he should listen to his secretary. Don’t you, Grant?” she said, turning her baby blue eyes on him and smiling impishly.

“Yes, um… she’s very efficient,” Grant managed to reply.

“Excellent. All right, I’ll leave you two to work. One o’clock for lunch, then Issy?”

"Okay, daddy." Isabelle turned back to her father. “See you then.”

As her father-his boss-left, he shouted over his shoulder, “Bring Grant along too, if you want.”

"Maybe I will." Isabelle went to follow her father out, but turned back to Grant at the last moment. “I’ll be back for my panty check. You be good, now.”

It took Grant a few moments to recover from that statement. Good thing he was competent enough at his job that he could do it without thinking.


* * * * *

Isabelle squirmed in her chair often during the morning, enjoying the feeling of the dildo inside her, even as her panties grew damper and damper. If he father hadn’t invited her to lunch, she would have probably closeted herself in the office with Grant and enjoyed a different kind of meal.

Perhaps she still would.

Quickly catching up on overnight emails and other items, she kept an eye on the clock. A half hour before lunch, she entered Grant’s office and caught him talking on the phone.

He quickly hung up and watched her expectantly.

Locking his door so they wouldn’t be accidentally interrupted, she sauntered over to him and hiked one leg, resting her foot on his desk.

“Time for my panty check,” she told him, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed and his eyes grew bright. Eagerly he lifted her skirt and palmed the crotch of her panties, curling one finger under their edge and inserting it into her to check that the dildo was still in place.

“It’s intact,” he choked out. And remembering her instructions from earlier, he withdrew his hand with a pained look.

She brought her leg back down. “Have you been a good boy?”

Grant nodded.

Isabelle looked at him sharply.

“Yes, mistress,” he said.

“Good. Now, we’re going to lunch with my father,” she said, casually dropping to her knees and unzipping his pants. “I’m going to need you to control yourself and try not to think of the dildo in my pussy. Oh, and one last thing-no coming in your pants.”

Freeing his cock, she dipped her head and took its swollen head into her mouth. He released a strangled moan. She slid her lips up and down the length of his shaft, pleased at its rigid thickness, and sucked him expertly. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked him faster and faster.

He panted and said, “Oh, God. Stop. Please.”

She knew, however, that it was already too late. With a strangled yell, he came in her mouth, his cock pulsing as he found his release and shot a creamy load down her throat.

Swallowing, she let go of his cock and looked up into his horrified face.

“I didn’t mean to,” he stammered. The powerful man had been reduced to putty in her hands. "I'm sorry."

“You’ll be punished for that later,” she promised. “Now, clean yourself up. We have a luncheon, and we don’t want to be late.”

Leaving him, she went to the ladies room to freshen up.

The moment had gone exactly as she had planned, giving her the perfect excuse for punishing him later. Isabelle almost came herself at the thought, her body shuddering and her pussy clenching around the hidden dildo.

This evening, she would brand Grant as hers forever.


* * * * *

Grant couldn’t believe that he’d lost control again. Shooting his load like some inexperienced boy. He deserved any punishment Isabelle meted out. A good solid spanking. His breathing came faster. Maybe she’d tie him up again and sexually torture him before forcing him to please her.

His cock swelled in his pants at the mental image.

Lunch was almost unbearable. Isabelle’s father asked him questions about business deals while Isabelle distracted him. Then her father left the table to take a call, and she dragged his hand under the table to rub her swollen clit, an act that made him harder than a rock. He wondered what she would have done to torment him had they not been seated in a booth with a draping tablecloth.

Back at the office, she came in sporadically and had him check the dildo in her cunt. The last time, she made him bring his face right up to the soaking cloth of her panties and smell her intoxicating, musky scent, which aroused him more than any aphrodisiac.