The Closet Domme Ch. 09

The next day, despite her hopes of meeting Dean at the Starbucks for light playtime, he had called saying that he had to go on a run for someone else at Jacky's office. She knew she couldn't interfere with his work, especially if she hoped to keep things secret. In her excitement at leaving him wanting more the night before, she had merely told him to call her and had forgotten to tell him to keep his mouth shut. She hoped that wouldn't bite her in the ass one day.

As she sat at her house drinking coffee that afternoon, she wondered if Dean would be like Oliver. Would he be as sweet and eager to please? Would she want that again? She started to have dark thoughts then of the ways in which she could push Dean further than Oliver. Dean seemed so much more rugged, so much more masculine than Oliver. She couldn't help but think how she wanted to break this man in like a young horse. Tame him into submission when she wanted it. Was it possible? Was she capable?

That evening, Dean called. It sent a rush of heat to her face to just answer the phone. "Hello." Her words were as simple as could be with no intention behind them yet.

"Hey, so I know it's late for coffee, but want to meet up still?" He was fishing, but she liked it.

"Your place? I could come over in a few minutes depending on where you live."

"Sounds awesome, maybe we can watch a movie or something." How foolish this little toy of hers was. She was hungry tonight like a lion thinking of her prey. He was in trouble, and he didn't even know it.

He gave her his address willingly, and she knew it would take 20 minutes or so to get there. When they hung up, her perusal of her closet for another play date began. The red heels caught her eyes, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction yet. She settled on a pair of yoga pants and a sweater over a tank top. She looked casual, but cute. A pair of sandals sealed the outfit. And, she was off.

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After a short car, she found Dean's place. He lived in a huge Victorian house in the bottom floor apartment. She parked on the street in front and went up to knock on the door. A welcome smile and those god-forsaken hazel eyes met her on the other side.

"Hey beautiful. Come in." His words were charming. He was laying it on thick assuming he had to work to get more sexual gratification.

"Hi." She walked in casually as if she had no idea what he was expecting.

Once his door shut, she turned and he was upon her. He grabbed her kissing her softly and holding her back. She recoiled moments after he started.

"Dean, look, I'm a Domme. You need to learn how to be with a Domme. And, you have to keep this strictly between us. That means no telling anyone at the office, and don't even act like anything is going on there." She was forceful with him. She was eager to get to the point. She wanted to use him tonight and teach him that she was in charge.

"I think I can handle whatever you have to offer Lady Jacky, and you never have to worry about the office finding out. I can keep a secret... Does that mean that kissing you is not okay?" He was cocky, too cocky. He stood there in black slacks with no socks or shoes on. The slacks held up by a belt and then just a plain black t-shirt on top. He had the air of that guy at the end of the bar that every girl wants, who walks around like peacock expecting to have his way with a lady of his choosing.

Fuck it, she thought, he can handle anything can he? Can he? Well let's find out.

"You want to kiss me huh? You don't even know how to kiss. I want to show you, and then I want to find out exactly what you can handle." She was more than brazen now, she was a queen and he was in for it. She wasn't the kind of girl that went for his type. She seldom looked twice at the hot guy at the bar, going instead for someone more austere. Dean, though, he wanted her and he had to earn it.

She walked over to him, and without touching him she pressed against him forcing him to back up. He soon fell back into his couch. It was a blue fabric, and he looked stunning on it. The grin he flashed back said he was expecting her to straddle him right there and fuck him. Instead, Jacky down and placed a kiss gently on his lips. He did not kiss back. She kissed harder then, letting her lips dance on his and her tongue flit out between.

"Mmmmmm." His murmur showed his beginning of understanding. She was kissing him like she enjoyed kissing, not a response to him, but as the aggressor. She did straddle him then, but only oto make it easy to keep kissing. Her mouth frolicked over his, and when his lips parted slightly she took the opportunity to let her tongue slid in to caress his. She slid it around slowly, rubbing the sides of his tongue and catching his top lip on the way out. As she pulled back she saw the look of surprise and adoration on his face. He truly had never been kissed like that before. His hands lay at his sides just as she preferred, at least he had kept that knowledge from the day before. She stood up then.

"Take it out and jerk off for me right now." She wasn't asking. She wanted to watch him cum right there on her terms.

"Right here? Do you like that?" He looked at her with a curiosity. It was as if he could not fathom a woman liking that.

"Yes, I want to watch you cum angel. I want you to make me wet. Now show me."

The hesitation left him as he complied. This was only the beginning, but she could tell how unsure he was of what was next. He undid his pants and without even lowering them pulled out his cock. It was only half hard when he did. She stood there over him watching in excitement. She smiled at the thought of watching a man jerk off for her. Not with her help, but for her. She presumed, although she did not know, that most men jerked off alone. This must be quite an experience to have a woman just stand over him and watch.

His movements were casual at first. His right hand just stroked his shaft until he was hard and then he circled his shaft with two fingers and slid them up and down over his head and down his length. She had to admit that she had never seen a man jerk off like that. She had watched porn and all that, but he was just doing this naturally, organically. This was how he jerked off alone. He was not showboating that she could tell, but he was just doing as he was told. He watched her face too, and she smiled at him.

She bit her lip as she got more and more excited watching him. She wasn't sure if it was the act that made her excited, or if it was watching him in pleasure. As she stood there over him, she did not avert her eyes or touch herself, she just watched. His eyes winced as he got close and she held his gaze. Her glances to his cock were fewer and further between as she watched his expressions of pleasure. He looked beautiful like this, and he was doing it for her. It made her pussy start to get wet as she watched. Their eyes locked in the shared heat of that moment together.

At some point, he stopped caring that he was being watched and started to make more and more rapid movements with his hand. Then, he slid his other hand into his pants and cupped his balls, fondling them as he grew louder. Fascinating, she thought. Oliver had never really enjoyed her playing with his balls too much, but Dean apparently really enjoyed it. It was nice to watch and see what this man liked.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, yes." His finish was not as eventful as the night before and his cum certainly did not spurt out as far as it had. She hoped that she could make him louder and more excited as they played. It was nice though that he again did not care about the cum spurting all over his t-shirt.

She moved in straddling him again and took a taste of his cum from his tip. It tasted sweet, that was nice she thought. But, she wanted and needed more, much more. His daze made her wonder if he could get excited again, but watching her taste his juice made his eyes grow lustful again.

"Okay, show me your room." She stood up expecting him to do her bidding.

He stood up dutifully, and pulled off his t-shirt. He quickly wiped his hand and his cock, and threw on the ground. He also buttoned the top button of his pants, in some form of modesty. As he took her hand with his right, she was thrilled at the thought of how that hand had just pleasured him. She also could not help herself from being excited that he was silent and obeying. He didn't question, and more importantly didn't tell her he was done. He led her down the hallway of his apartment to a shut door.

When he opened it, she was pleasantly surprised by a fairly clean room with a large bed in the center. He had cleaned it, maybe not for her, but it was nice that it was clean. His bed was covered in a dark red bedspread and his walls painted a light grey. The room was very inviting with several lamps around that were controlled by the light switch. They filled the room with a sexy glow as he flicked the switch when she walked past him. Jacky gazed around briefly. She could feel him near her though, and her own excitement started to rise.

"Angel, lay down on the bed flat. Leave your pants on." Dean walked over to his bed, eyes locked on hers, then he lay down and moved into a position where his head was on the pillows. God, he was so sexy there. His skin looked soft and inviting and his hands on the bedspread signaling his obedience were a beautiful sight.

Jacky slipped off her shoes and slid her pants and panties down. Dean watched her intensely. Every movement seemed to make him want her more. His gaze alone was making her drip. She even saw him take a special glance at her soaked panties. At least he would know that his show in the living room made her excited.

She paused for a second letting the air get thicker before she slowly climbed up on the bed and straddled his chest. She was silent as she moved herself to be inches from his face on the pillows. Her entire pussy was in his face.

"Do you want to watch me now?" Her words reflected that she was about to show this man what no other had watched her do before. And it wasn't at his request, but as a present for him being a good angel.

His nod was accentuated by his breathing that she could feel on her pussy. It was all she needed as she moved her own right hand to her clit. She rubbed in circles at first letting her fingers wet her clit from her own hole. Then, her movements grew faster and faster as she felt her own pleasure build and her pussy start to ache as the blood flowed in. She wanted to hurry to this orgasm, because she knew it would not be her only one of the night. He watched intently as she stroked herself right before his eyes. She had spread her knees so that his arms were pinned at his side. It wasn't long before watching this man's face and realizing how hot she herself must look in that moment that she came. He watched in fascination at the view of her pulsing pussy. She wondered if he could see the contractions flow across the lips and down her clit.

"Now you know how to touch you Lady J, right?" Her question was another of dominance somehow. This was instruction for him. She only paused for a moment before rising up enough to turn around and sit backwards on his face. This wasn't like the time with Oliver though, she wasn't going to touch his cock while he ate her.

"Clean me, all of me now." Her command was simple and his response quick. His hands had been freed in this new position and he grasped her hips firmly. She was going to stop him, but when his tongue ran the length of her lips she decided to let him touch her this time. His tongue licked her from clit to ass hole and everywhere between. He scoured every inch of her with his mouth. As he did, she moved to better and better angles and she felt her next orgasm quickly approached. She found herself rubbing her clit against his chin as his tongue found her hole. He was greedy in his thrusting and she was surprised to feel his tongue flick at her g-spot. He was gifted. Not long after he began this exploration, she found herself cumming once more, this time a rougher wave of pleasure pulsed through her. She grunted loudly and nearly fell forward as she caught herself on his chest.

A grunt she thought, since when do I grunt? It was very masculine in her mind and more of a reaction to the release. She had never actually had a man lick her ass like that before and then to explore inside with his tongue. He was great at oral, she felt like she should give him a medal.

She turned around to sit on chest again, and removed her tops and her bra. He stared, and moved with her as she flipped onto her back. His eyes scanned over her from her face to her feet.

"Angel, I want you to kiss every inch of me." Her command again was obeyed in silence and without question. She was making herself into the queen she wanted to be. He started slowly at her feet kissing each toe and up each foot. Next, he found his way up her shins one and then the other. The sensation of his lips on her so softly and with such care made her feel wonderful. He was being such a good angel.

After kissing her knees he made his way up her thighs. He was laying at her side as kissed his way through her dark curly bush. He continued his movement then up her stomach and onto her breasts. He took care to place each nipple into his mouth. She did not move at all as he did this, enjoying the thought of being serviced by this man.

After her neck, he did not move to her mouth but instead each arm in turn. His eyes held her gaze then as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, each closed eye, her cheeks and finally her mouth. He put his hands on her gently helping her roll onto her stomach before finding his way back to her feet once more. As he approached the top of her thighs from behind, he spread her legs and with one single lick combed over her entire sex and ass hole. His kisses on her butt showed his excitement was growing as they grew rougher and more rapid. He made his way up her back and then down each arm before moving her hair and kissing the back of her neck. She rolled over when he was done to face him.

"Now what would you like, Lady J?" His smile showed his willingness. The smugness had dissolved into a ravenous lover intent on pleasing her.

She shoved backward so he fell flat on the bed. Her mouth found his right nipple and she nipped it between her teeth. He gasped, but did not stop her. She found the other next and did the same. Her exploration down his stomach was sweet but when she reached his pants she stopped to undo the button. She slid off the bed, and stood looking at him for a moment. His excitement was obvious as he made a tent in his pants before her eyes. She moved quickly, whisking off his pants and has underwear. He had on a different pair of boxer briefs tonight, but she did not even care. She stood watching him there again, his breathing was labored as his excitement grew. Dean was enjoying being watched and looked at like prey.

Jacky was surprised in that moment at how forceful and aggressive she felt. She looked at him and then pounced, putting his cock in her mouth completely. She did not want to taste and lick him now, she wanted to suck the cum out of his cock hard. She found herself enjoying the feeling of thrusting him to the back of her throat and the sensation of a hard sucking motion each time she reached the tip pulling him out. When his hands went to her head she threw them backward, not welcoming his touch.

Her hands clutched at his stomach and she mouth fucked his cock harder and harder. She did not care about any pain or any gagging and the more the spit poured from her mouth the harder she dug her nails into his stomach. She did not even realize that she had drawn blood in a few spots as he gasped and moaned at the same time.

"Ouch, oh fuck." His cry was pain and pleasure combined and she continued. Then, she felt his abs clench as cum spurted out of his cock and down her throat. She didn't savor it though, but instead pulled her mouth away and stood up watching him cum from a distance. It was incredibly sexy watching this man spurt on himself and knowing she had forced his orgasm with no words just forced him to cum for her a second time that night. His pleasure was silent then with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Dean lay there breathing heavily as he finished cumming and he looked at her with shock and pleasure on his face at the same time.

She wondered for an instant if she had gone too far. Her actions were unlike any she had done before. She hadn't given this man head right now, she had taken his cum from him. It wasn't the act of a whore like she always thought of that type of blow job, but rather that of a predator that was hungry.

She stood before him breathing for an eternity with hunger on her face. She was waiting for a minute before pouncing once again.

"Fuck that was amazing." His words made it okay, and she knew that the pain didn't matter to him. She had surprised him completely. Had he ever had a woman do that to him? She had never deep throated before tonight, and she wasn't even surprised at herself. She liked it, not because it felt good, but because it felt filthy. She liked filthy when it was her choice, not his request.

She leaned down and licked his cum from his body then, now allowing herself to enjoy its taste. The sweetness made her wetter than ever. He moaned as she ran her tongue over his cock again and again. Her licks across his abdomen drew inhalations as she licked her own nail marks. She slid her tongue up his stomach and between his nipples as she made her way to his mouth. Her kisses then were excited and full of desire for more of him. She wasn't savoring his mouth as before, but devouring him. He returned her kisses with the same desire.

She moved her body onto his and could feel his cock awakening once again. She liked that Dean was able to spring back just as quickly as Oliver. Dean barely went soft this time at all, but instead just drooped slightly before coming back to full attention.

As he grew harder she slid up spreading her legs once she was past his cock. Then she slid back downward, catching his cock against her own wet pussy with his head pressing against her ass cheeks. She drew her legs together to hold him there and locked her ankles. She slid herself into position then between his open legs and slid her pussy up and down along his cock. His arms flew to the headboard above him grabbing for anything to hold. As she moved up and down she drew herself closer to his shaft using her inner things and a down stroke each time to rub him tight against her clit.

"I'm close...Lady J, really close." His words were softened, more of a bedroom voice in their tone.

"Don't cum until I do angel." Her words again were a command because she wanted her own orgasm. She wanted to cum against his cock. Her movement continued as he looked into her eyes. She could almost feel the flash of pleasure in her green eyes as she looked back. The way he was looking at her was different than he had before. It was like he understood that not only did she control, but she did whatever she wanted to his body and used it as she pleased. He enjoyed it, but it was not his choice to change any of it.

"UHHHH...oh fuck yes." Her moan came out as she felt her familiar pop and she clenched against him tightly. The waves of her orgasm continued as she moved only the slightest bit to keep it going.

She had stopped looking at him completely, when "Oh god...oh, oh, aaaah." His words escaped him loudly and she felt cum fall onto her ass and back. Each hot splash enhancing her own pleasure that continued as she moved. She froze in that position for a few moments enjoying their combined mess.