The Closet Domme Ch. 04

The Safety Toy, part 2

She walked in the front office door the next morning to a warm smile from Oliver. Good, she thought, he liked it. "Hello Ms. Frederick, how are you this morning?"

"Good, and you?" She answered coyly as if nothing had happened between them before.

"I'm good."

She continued her walk to the elevator then, and went up to her office without even turning to look at him. Once at her office, she could not stop her mind from wandering, though. She was working on the same page of a brief for nearly an hour, when she realized that again, she was stuck on sex in her mind. Not on just anyone now, but on Oliver, her safety angel. She was tickled at the thought of referring to him as her angel. It was fun to think of this as a little game she played when she wanted.

She had not even told Oliver that she was married, and yet she was allowed to treat him as she wanted, and he liked it. This was a wonderful dynamic for her with no strings and no worries of being obligated to him. Her thoughts soon started to wander in an even darker direction now. She started thinking of the things she could make her safety angel do, and how sweet and innocent he looked in the back of his car. She liked the way he came and the sounds he made, and replaying those was starting to make her wet again.

A short coffee break to Brenda and a few moments of small talk helped her make it to the lunch hour, thankfully, as she tried to finish her work. While it was a slow time around the office right now, she was still expected to have things done in a timely manner.

When she looked at her clock and it said 1135, she could not help herself anymore. She called the front desk then, and a sexy voice answered. "This is Oliver at the lobby front desk, how can I help you?"

"Hi safety, when is your lunch break?" Her words were professional, yet saturated with lust for him.

"1215." She could feel his breath quicken as he nearly panted the words out.

"Starbucks 1220 across the street."

"Yes ma'am." He said it as if he was happy to be commanded and looking forward to obeying her.

The next half an hour went by so slowly it was excruciating for her. She wanted to be in that Starbucks so much, and she could see if from her window. Her pussy was practically drooling as noon came and went.

She had carefully selected that Starbucks, because she knew the other attorneys here didn't like it. They found it to be too dimly lit to get any work done, and because it was connected to a Barnes & Noble they preferred to avoid the potential of bumping into a client. Jacky, on the other hand, was fully aware of this Starbucks and enjoyed the small alcove in the back where there were only two small tables. No one ever sat at those tables, and it gave her the perfect place to put her headphones in and just think as she stared out the tinted windows onto the street. She loved to watch people that way and think about trial strategy. Today, though, it would serve nicely as a spot where she could have private conversations with her angel and maybe some semi-public touching that she had always wanted to try, but never had a boyfriend that would indulge her.

The 1215 mark was a god-send as she grabbed her briefcase with a few files and walked calmly out of the office. Brenda was already at lunch fortunately, as she would be the only one to notice the crimson color creeping into Jacky's chest.

By the time she made her way through the building and onto the street, it was already 1220, which hopefully meant that her angel was already inside Starbucks ordering a coffee. When she entered, he was waiting at the pick-up counter. His eyes fell on her and never left as she ordered her usual iced tea. He made a point of lingering at the sugar table while she waited for her order. Once it came, she sensed his relief.

Jacky walked calmly to her special secluded spot feeling him just behind. She was careful to take stock of those around and note that they did not even give her a second glance. Once in the corner, she took the seat against the tinted window, with her back to the wall. Oliver turned the same corner, and nearly lunged to where she was. She was so happy at that point that he was behind the wall and no one saw. He was far too eager to be secretive it seemed.

After leaning to give her a peck on the cheek, he sat at a chair inches from her. There was only a small round table dividing the two of them now and the heat was covering that space nicely. No one sat at the table opposite the pair, thankfully. She took the opportunity then to seize control of the situation.

"Safety Angel, calm down." Her words were even but firm.

He complied, but looked puzzled. "I thought you..."

"Shhh, you don't need to think, I'll tell you what to do." Her words surprised her. This was not the sound of a woman who had only done this once, but a seasoned Domme. She liked it, but had no idea where this voice was coming from.

"Tell me about your morning so far angel."

"Well, I have to say, I can't stop smiling. I guess...I don't know what do you want to hear about?" He was smiling now, and still completely confused.

"Just talk so I can touch you and nobody will think anything of it." The puzzled look literally fell from his face then as he started to talk about who came in and the packages he signed for. His boring droning masked his excitement as she started playing.

Jacky reached her hand under the table and then stopped. She shifted her chair a little so she was more to his side and reached again. This time she found her hand wrapped around his right thigh just above his knee.

Her hands worked from this spot up until she felt the tip of his cock hardening under his pants. She ran her hand slowly down his length investigating and enjoying the feeling of his thickness and how hot his cock was. She could not help but think how he had slightly more girth than her flyboy. Her investigation was slow, but was making her more and more excited by the moment.

Before she realized what she was doing, she had reached a steady rhythm along the length of Oliver's cock. She looked up and realized he had not just stopped talking, but his eyes had started to close each time she reached the tip. This angel of hers was so sexy in his silent pleasure.

Her next stroke stopped at the tip as she played in the small wet spot that was forming on his pants. "Oh, angel," she sighed as she touched her tongue to her top lip. His wetness had sparked her own now.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, and whispered, "I can't I'm so excited, but I can't mess up these pants." He was almost desperate in his plea for her to stop before he came.

"But, angel, I want to touch it more. Besides, you are not allowed to cum yet." Her words surprised her once more, but excited her at the same time as she stroked him a few more times.

When he suddenly lurched forward against the table, she knew he could not take much more. Her hand released then immediately. His eyes that had been closed tightly sprang open alarmed by her sudden stopping.

"Angel, you need to calm down a little. You will not cum in these pants, but you are going to cum for me today." Her smile hid the shock that overcame her mind. She realized that the shock was not what it used to be. It was more of a mild shock that was overcome by her desire to see this man cum. Seeing him yesterday had meant going home and using her vibrator on more than one occasion. Today, she could not resist seeing it once more.

"I will do anything for you Lady Jacky." His words were sincere as she reviewed his face. He had the cutest little nose she thought, and under it above his thick red lips was a strip of sweat from the excitement. His short shaven head held the same beads of sweat. This explained his increased scent, which was driving her insane.

All this thinking stopped, when the inspiration fell on her. "There are two one-person bathrooms in the back around the corner from us. Angel, you will calm down and then you need to go in the back and go in the men's room. I will knock on the door three short times in a few minutes. "

"Yes ma'am." He almost jumped from his chair to obey her. She loved this feeling, that sexy obedience in this young plaything. He was perfect she thought.

Her hand caught his as he stood. "Do not touch yourself in any way until I get there, understand."

"Yes ma'am." He turned the corner then and made his way to the bathroom. She caught a glance at his tight ass as he walked around the corner. My god, he was so sexy, how was it possible that she was commanding this man. Then, it came to her...

It didn't matter. None of it mattered, not her looks, his looks, nothing. It was about fulfilling each other's fantasies and that was it. She did not have to impress him, or care if she hurt his feelings. She would never have to worry about jealousy or any other emotions from a relationship. This was a physical relationship purely for the joy of the physical contact. It was what every guy probably wanted, and she had it.

Her smile spread wide across her bow-shaped mouth as she stood and picked up her briefcase to walk to the bathroom. The Starbucks was practically empty she noted. One woman sat alone in the center with her back turned to Jacky. Another two women sat at the far end reading. The employees were barely aware when she walked to the men's room door and tapped three soft times. They continued cleaning when the door opened and she casually slipped in.

She turned with her back to her angel and flipped the lock over. When she turned back, he stood there patiently hanging on her every movement. He was beautiful in that moment, and he was hers to have.

"Take it out angel, show me." Her words were savored on her lips as they fell in a tone two notches lower than her usual voice. This was no longer her "lawyer voice;" this was the Domme that she was becoming.

He slowly reached down and undid his belt and untucked his shirt. He stayed on the other side of the small room, not daring to do anything other than what she had told him to.

She savored his movements and enjoyed the building tension in the gap between them. Oliver's hands moved to undoing his zipper and sliding it down slowly. Her gaze fixed on her prize did not notice the smile on his face as he realized he was pleasing her as he obeyed. The sight of his bulging underwear as he slid down his jeans made the wetness start to gush from her pussy now. When his underwear slid down he was already at full attention.

Her words came out as a forceful breath then. "Not bad, now unbutton your shirt but leave it on."

He obeyed once again and she rewarded him by approaching to his side. When his shirt was fully open, she put her palms flat on his tank top underneath. The heat bleeding through the cotton and the ribbing in the fabric both caressed her hands as she felt her way down. Her hands on him made them both breathe harder.

Her hands left his chest then, and they moved to slide her skirt up. When her hands found her own wetness, she slid her right hand into her panties. Her touch was welcome and she started to rub herself as he watched.

"Stroke it for me angel. I want to see how much you enjoy watching me." Her words broke the silence.

Oliver put his left hand on his cock and started to stroke slowly down his length. She saw the relief spread across his face that he finally got to act on his desires. Her hand matched his pace as she watched him. They were only inches apart now as they both looked downward to watch each other. Their breathing almost in sync made the space grow hot with passion.

She heard the familiar sounds start from the night before, although they were muffled, probably because of the surroundings.

"I'm close Lady Jacky, can I cum now please." He was almost begging as his strokes grew slower waiting on her response.

"Not yet." She grabbed his hand then and turned him to face the mirror over the small sink. She pressed behind him and returned her hand to her clit. Both his hands gripped the side of the sink as she stroked with the back of her hand pressed against his bare ass.

Her left hand made her way around his left hip, but she abruptly stopped as her own orgasm surprised her. She was so busy enjoying how sexy this moment was that she did not realize how close she was to cumming. Her own explosion caused her to push into him as she caught his eyes in the mirror.

Her face was just above his shoulder then as they both gazed at each other in the mirror. His relief and excitement was unmistakable.

She pulled her hand from her panties, and did exactly what she had always wanted to try. She reached it up towards his mouth. Not only did he willing smell her cum, but he soon reached his right hand up to place her index and middle fingers in his open mouth. His sucking tongue and lips nearly drove her over the edge once again.

She was eager, though, too eager to cum again without watching him first. So she slid her left hand the rest of the way around his hip and grabbed his throbbing cock without any hesitation. Her body was pressed against his tightly as she started to stroke him. Her knuckles occasionally brushed the top of the cold porcelain sink as she found her rhythm.

Oliver began rocking his hips against her hand as sucked on her fingers. She could not help but look in the mirror to catch the sight of possibly the hottest encounter she had ever had with a man. There Oliver was with his shirt unbuttoned revealing a sweaty white tank top. She could see his face with eyes squinted looking at her eyes over his right shoulder. His lips were slack on her fingers now, but his hand still held her in his mouth. She gazed further down and saw her hand wrapped around his thick cock. It made her feel so sexy to be in complete control of this man.

As she continued, his groans grew louder, until she loosened her fingers and put her hand over his mouth. His eyes looked at hers as her own moved between his cock and his gaze. His left hand flew up to grip the sink as she felt him stiffen more in her hand. Then, it happened. With one final thrust in opposition to her hand he came across the sink. He kept cumming for a few minutes like that until his load was spent. His right hand soon found the other edge of the sink to support him.

When he regained his footing, she released herself from his body. "Get dressed angel."

On her command, he moved quickly then pulling up his briefs and his pants. When he had finished dressing, he walked up to her. It was almost as if he was expecting a kiss at this point. Her response was, of course, another command.

"Kneel." He was puzzled for only a second and then went down on both knees.

She lifted her skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. "Clean me." The lack of surety in her brain was gone now, and it was about getting what she wanted.

His mouth was on her in an instant, licking every inch of her pussy. He was sucking on parts and tonguing others all while holding her hips intently. It felt amazing, and her second orgasm soon came. He somehow knew exactly what to do. As she exploded his tongue stopped flat on her clit and his hands gripped her hips against him. Then, he obediently caught the dripping cum from her pussy as she returned to herself.

She backed up when he was done and pulled up her panties. She situated herself a little then and grabbed her briefcase.

"Wait two minutes then go back to work angel." She turned and grabbed the door, but turned back to leave him a parting thought.

"Good boy."

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Her walk back to her office was filled with pleasant thoughts of this angel. She was nearly humming when she went past Brenda's desk then. Brenda gave her a quizzical look, but said nothing.

The rest of the day was typical of her workday, but seemed to fly by as she got her work done. She was so happy and finally felt satisfied to have enjoyed her safety angel during her lunch break.

Later that night, Jacky sat in front of her television, watching reruns of the Simpsons and replaying the time with her angel. She was happy right now, more happy than she remembered being in any of her relationships, and yet this was not a relationship at all. She was using little Oliver as her plaything. Her thoughts wandered through this intrigue more and more until she was tired enough to sleep.

She lay in bed that night just picturing what she would do with her angel next. All thoughts of shock or disbelief had disappeared. This was how she was now, and she had no more regrets. She was starting to release a part of herself that she did not even know existed until a few weeks ago, and she was finally in a good place in her own mind. It was the first night in a long while that she slept soundly and did not awaken once.