A Gentle Submission

Paul slammed the lid of his laptop closed. Finally, the weekend, two days of reprieve from the tedious spread sheets that dominated his professional life. He quickly slipped the slim black laptop into is bag, grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator. Paul's mind raced as the elevator carried him down. He was on his way to meet Jane for their third date at a local pub. She was all he had been able to think about the last few days.

As he walked out of the elevator he jumped as his phone buzzed. One new message from Jane.

"Just got to the bar! I ordered us drinks, see you soon."

"5 minutes away" Paul replied.

He picked up the pace as he left his office building behind. It was a short walk over to the pub. The pub had a large outdoor seating area and a long wooden bar that spanned the length of the patio. Paul spotted Jane sitting at the far end. He slipped through the busy pub making his way to Jane. Jane was wearing a flattering pair of skin tight jeans with a frilly white blouse. Her alluring figure caught Paul the same as it had when they first meet.

"You have to try this!" Jane said as she pushed a highball glass with a red drink garnished with an orange towards Paul.

Paul took a cautious sip. He was more a beer and whiskey kind of guy. This bright red concoction wasn't something he expected to like. Squinting playfully back at Jane Paul let the cool drink wash over his taste buds.

"I am not sure, it's a little bitter... maybe a little sour, I don't know" Paul set the drink down. Jane giggled at this sour face.

"Take another sip." Jane encouraged once again edging the drink closer to Paul.

"What is this?" asked Paul. Taking another sip.

"It's a negroni! One part gin, one part sweet vermouth, one part campari" Jane smirked back at him.

The second sip was different. The flavors seemed to mellow and compliment each other.

"So strange, I don't like any of those on their own, but together... I can see why people like this" Paul grinned back at Jane.

With the third sip, Paul was hooked.

"I knew you would like it! My recommended dosage is two. Three and you'll wake up asking 'Where are my pants and who are you?'". Jane laughed back at him.

"Ha! Very well, I'll follow your recommended dosage then"

Paul and Jane shared some appetizers and sipped their cocktails. As the night progressed Paul found him self drawn towards Jane's soft feminine curves and sparkling eyes. Jane took a last long sip from her second negroni and set the glass down with a thump.

"You settle up with the bar, I need to use the lady's room." Jane winked as she scooted of her seat and headed towards the restrooms.

"Wow, yes ma'am." Paul said to the vacant seat beside him.

Paul paid the bartender and found Jane's arm winding through his just as he slipped his credit car back into his wallet.

"So," said Jane "... how about we head back to my place." Jane's grin was somewhere between playful and devilish.

"Sounds good to me!" Paul felt his cheeks color at the invitation. He felt a little foolish. Why couldn't he think of up some smooth reply. The couple caught an uber, and cuddled in the back seat as they rode towards Jane's apartment. They walked through the apartment lobby towards the elevator. Lisa hit the call button. Once the doors opened Lisa hit the button for the fifth floor.

Paul knew this was a golden opportunity. He casually ran his fingers through Jane's hair. She smiled up in response to the touch. Reading her smile Paul leaned in and kissed her. Jane leaned into his kiss. Paul let his hands slide over Jane's back, feeling the graceful curve of her toned body. Then, he felt a bite! Jane caught his lower lip in her teeth. Her teeth found a resilient edge of resistance, any harder it would have hurt, any softer and it wouldn't have been surprising. Just as she released him the elevator bill dinged and the doors opened.

"Follow me. I'm at the end of the hall" Jane said, and lead him toward her door.

Entering Jane's apartment Paul felt his pulse quicken. Her apartment was small, but very nice. She had a L shaped couch facing a wall mounted TV. The living room was open to a cozy kitchen. Paul could see an open door off the living room leading towards her bedroom.

"Take a seat, I'll grab us some drinks." Jane said.

She kissed his neck, then placing her hand in the small of his back guided him towards the couch. Paul heard clicking of glasses and the pour of wine from the kitchen. She placed the two glasses on the coffee table, then turned on a small lamp which dimly bathed the room in a soft golden light.

They each took a sip. The wine was a dark red cabernet, dry with a hint of red fruit.

"My feet are so tired from these heels." Jane purred, "Would you take them off for me?"

"Um.. sure!" Paul replied

Paul sat confused for a moment. Jane did not offer her feet. She sat watching him like a cat watching a mouse with her legs crossed in front of her. Paul, unsure of what to do, slid off the couch and knelt in front of Jane. It took him a few moments to figure out how to work the clasp. Finally, he was able to slide the first and then second off of Jane's delicate feet. Jane sat back watching with a smirk. With her heels off she signed in relief. Paul used his hands to rub the soles of her feet. Jane could feel the strength of his hands as he kneaded the stress from her tired toes.

"Kiss them.." Jane half giggled.

Paul wasn't sure if it was a request or a command. He wasn't really a foot fetish guy, but Jane was so alluring, he couldn't help but obey. He let his lips softly touch each toe. Jane felt the heat of his kisses running from her toes to her feet, then up her legs. Erotic energy filled the room as her body warmed to Paul's touch. She felt her desire blooming.

"Okay, I know this is cliché, but let me get into something more comfortable" Jane voice was soft and heavy.

Paul was watched as she strolled to her bedroom. Jane didn't close the door. She left it cracked. Paul could hear as the zipper of her jeans then shuffling as she changed. Paul looked around unsure if he should stay kneeling on the floor or sit back on the couch. Jane appeared from her bedroom. She wore a silky light blue robe. The robe did little to hide the curve of her bosom and shapely thighs as she strolled back towards the couch.

"Why don't you get comfortable to?" She asked.

Paul stuttered for a moment, still kneeling in front of the couch.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes" he replied

"That's fine" Jane said as she sat back on the couch. "Why don't you slide out of those clothes then." Here eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at him. She was curious if he would acquiesce to her request.

Paul laughed, "Okay, I'm game" he said.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He tossed it next to him. Then he stood, unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, then let them slide down his legs. He gathered his pants and tossed them next to his shirt. He was disrobed down to a pair of tight black boxer briefs. He looked at Jane. Her cat like eyes met his.

"All the way!" Her playful voice answered his unasked question.

Paul slid his boxers down and used his foot to toss them on top of his other discarded clothing. He looked back to Jane, her eyes fixed on his. He felt her energy flowing between them, he could feel heat filling his loins, and his cock growing under her powerful gaze. Jane let her eyes roam his body. He was toned, his shoulders held the classic lines of male muscle, she like what she saw. Paul couldn't help but blush. He had been with women, but never experienced something like this. Feeling Jane's eyes on him felt erotic, he could feel her feminine power washing over him.

"Very nice," Jane said, "why don't you kiss my toes a bit more?"

Paul obeyed. He couldn't believe what she was asking, but it was too erotic to stop. Kissing her feet felt so submissive.

"Start working your way up my legs" Jane instructed.

Quickly he moved his lips to her ankles, to her calf. Jane sat slowly sipping her wine, enjoying the sensation of Paul's lips as he moved slowly up her legs. Paul's kisses moved higher and higher, his mouth moving past her knees towards her thighs. Jane responded, opening her legs further, she was nude beneath her silky robe. She let her fingers run through Paul's hair, guiding his kisses closer and closer. Paul kissed up from her inner thigh and began to kiss between Jane's legs. Paul could feel the glowing heat pulsing from between Jane's thighs. He was slow and sensual, kissing the outside of Jane's vulva, then moving in.

Jane continued to run her fingers through Paul's hair. As her sexual desire grew her fingers began to grip his hair. Pulling Paul deeper into her pussy. Paul's hands ran up and down her legs, his tongue sensually caressing the sweet folds of her sex. He committed himself fully for her pleasure. His focus became singular, to provide pure sexual bliss. He lapped at Jane's pussy, his tongue swirling and probing, her soft moans telling him that his work was well received.

"Put your tongue flat against my clit" she cooed to him "Yes, like that, now swirl your tongue, more pressure... oh yes..."

Paul felt her grip on his hair tighten, her thighs clenched his head holding him in place. Erotic electricity flowed between them. His every thought and action was focused on her pleasure. She clenched harder and then released. Her sultry moans filled the apartment. Pleasure ran from her toes to her loins to the tips of her fingers and she climaxed. As the waves of the electric orgasm subsided she slowly released him from between her thighs.

"Good boy." she said.

"I aim to please!" Paul beamed back at her.

"Lets move to the bedroom" Jane smiled back.

She grabbed his hand and lead him into her room. She then jumped onto the bed, turning in mid air to land on her back.

"Ready for more?" She wiggled her finger in a come-hither motion.

Paul didn't need another invitation. Joining her on the bed he kissed her. They allowed their passions to swell. Their tongues danced with a longing for greater connection. Paul let his hands flow over her silky smooth skin. Jane felt the gentle power of Paul's body as he pressed against her. His member was swollen and he wanted badly to bury it inside of Jane's carnal cavern. He wriggled between her legs positioning so that he could penetrate her. Jane slyly moved her hand to block his entrance.

"Not yet lover boy!" She teased him. "Kiss me again, here" she said as she seductively tapped the folds of flower.

"Gladly!" Paul obediently replied. Starting at her neck Paul kissed his way down her body. He sensuously circled each of her breasts with kisses and suckles. Jane felt the heat of his body as it worked lower and lower, over her belly button, down her abdomen, then once again she felt him nuzzling at her nest.

Jane gave him more instructions as he used his mouth to pleasure her.

"More pressure, faster, slower, there" she guided him in how best to please. "Use your fingers too" she commanded, "not like that, palm up.. Yes, now gently press upwards, YES!!"

Paul felt her fingers gripped his hair guiding his efforts. He gave himself to her, he obeyed as she directed, all of his thoughts were for her pleasure. He pictured electricity racing from his tongue up through her body. She continued to pull his hair and arch her back in response. Her bliss was building, her climax was breath taking. She clamped her thighs around Paul's head locking him against her as she came and came.

"You're a fast leaner" She praised him. "I am tuckered out. Will you spend the night?"

Paul was confused, he was pulsing with sexual energy. His cock was throbbing for release.

"I was hoping we could do a bit more?" Paul asked.

"Not tonight. Don't worry though, I'll make sure you get a reward for being a good boy, if... you spend the night with me?"

"Of course I'll spend the night, but I am aching for you! Couldn't we play a bit more? I need to cum!" He answered.

"I said not tonight! You'll get a reward but not now." Her eyes sparkled with power as she held his gaze.

"Okay," Paul answered glumly

"Fantastic!" Jane's eyes were cat like as he accepted her orders. She kissed him passionately. She allowed her hands to gently grasp his swollen sex as they kissed. Then, she turned, pressing her bottom against him. She felt the heat of his cock between her cheeks.

"Good night my good boy" she teased

Paul pressed against her he could hardly contain his passion. He held her close, and kissed her neck as she drifted to sleep. Paul couldn't find such an easy slumber. His erection throbbed wanting release. However, there was nothing to be done but wait for the morning.

*******

Paul woke just as he had fallen asleep. His cock raging for release, rock hard, and pressed against the supple curves of Jane's behind. He realized that she was awake and rubbing back into him. Clearly enjoying the feeling of his manhood as it pressed against her. Paul hungered for release, he wanted to take Jane badly. He rolled on top her, her lips meet his, their tongues twinned and became one. She parted her legs allowing him to feel the white hot heat of her pussy. Paul was ready, he wanted nothing more than to penetrate, her with a powerful thrust. Jane had another idea. As Paul aligned his pulsing member with her delicate passage Jane wriggled out from under him. She pushed him to the bed. She knew how to teach a stallion to take the bit.

"I like it like this" Jane stated, her eyes gaining that feline look.

She climbed on top, mounting Paul. She guided Paul's member through her gates. Paul arched his back desperate to bury himself to the hilt. Jane easily rode his bucking hips only allowing the head of his cock past her pearly gates.

"Easy there, let me lead you" She held his eyes with hers.

Paul settled himself and waited. Jane grasp Paul's hand and held it to her breast.

"Match my breath" she ordered.

Paul followed, deeply inhaling with her, then feeling the sublime pleasure of her pussy slowly lowering as they exhaled as one. In every previous relationship Paul had been the one to lead the love making. He had never experienced a woman who was so in control and commanding. Jane continued to lead, raising her body with each inhalation, lowering with each exhalation. Her eyes were bright and held his as she slowly pumped her hips in time with their breath.

"Clench your muscles as you exhale" she commanded

Paul had given in and would do anything she asked. With each deep inhale she raised herself up, until the head of his cock rested just at her entrance, then exhaled feeling her warmth envelope him. Jane looked down at him like the rider of a stallion. Fully in control. Her breathing accelerated with the pumping of her hips. Each breath, each rise and fall of her chest, was matched by the rise and fall of her hips, her pussy feeling the delicious fullness as she rode Paul.

Paul fell into a world of pure pleasure. Jane's pussy pumped up and down in time with his breath. He could feel the boiling heat of climax building with in his balls. Each breath came faster than the last, his climax was building with each pump of her hips.

"I am so close" he cried out.

"Good boy." Was her reply

The pulsing of their bodies came faster. Their breathing turned to panting. Jane rode him and rode him. Each beat of her heart sent pulsing pleasure through her pussy and into his cock. She reached her hand back, her fingers pressing against Paul's perineum. At that moment Paul exploded within her, molten lava erupted from him as his pleasure peaked.

"Good boy." She smirked

Jane slowed her gyrations as they caught their breath.

"Good boys deserve their reward" her eyes gleaming as she looked at Paul.

Slowly she dismounted from him. To Paul's surprise rather than lay next to him, she climbed up. Her knees pinning his shoulders to the bed. She positioned her honey pot over his mouth.

"Kiss me" she commanded, "Good boys always clean up their messes."

In his orgasmic daze Paul obeyed. He kissed and licked her sex. She was slick with her wetness and his cum. He had never tasted his own before, he had never supposed that he would. The taste a little bitter, maybe a little sour, but he liked it. Probing deeper with his tongue he got another taste of his seed. Here under such a powerful lover he gave in. He gave himself to her as he had the night before. It was his place to serve and pleasure, hers was to be pleasured. As he worked his tongue to her exacting instructions he could taste the product of their love making. Her juices mixed with his and he swallowed them down as Jane rode his mouth.

Jane felt her pleasure building and building. She loved this. Paul was so willing to submit, so eager to please her. She climaxed as she thought of him swallowing his seed from her pussy. She pulled his hair and pressed herself into his tongue as she came. Finally satisfied she collapsed next to him and allowed him to holder her.