The Closet Domme Ch. 10

Her Private Angel – Part 3

Dean was fun, and as much as he was puzzled with each new request that Jacky made, he always complied. Jacky would soon discover that he had very few boundaries, which allowed her to go deeper down the rabbit than even she expected.

After the Saturday evening's hectic pace, Jacky took several days before she even really thought about sex again. She had been completed sated both with seeing him cum and with her own orgasms. When days went by with no communication, Dean sent her a simple text message.

"How are you?" It was a generic message, clearly meant to cross no boundaries and to just let her know she was thinking about him. Jacky did not respond, but instead let him wait as she worked away.

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As she was preparing a motion on that Thursday, she had let the hours slip by without noticing. She had moved from her desk to her couch, laptop in front of her typing away.

"Hey, you're still working?" His words startled her. She had been buried in her work and was desperately trying to finish this motion before going home. The thought that he was in the office was surprising to her, although she knew he was working closely with a partner preparing for a large trial.

"Yes, why private angel?" The use of his nickname in public caught her off guard. She was still unhappy with herself at playing in the office the last time, and had vowed to keep her private play and work separate. She looked up at him and saw the same surprise on his face.

"You know everyone else has gone home, it's almost 8." His words laid out his thinking without his even trying to hide it.

"I have to finish this motion, Dean, and it's killing me." She used his name now intentionally to make sure he understood what she was doing was important. She just needed time to do 2 more paragraphs and she could call it quits.

She was sitting on her couch legs stretched before her, with no shoes on as she typed. She had hoped that her professional atmosphere and her words would deter him as she was not really in the mood herself.

"May I rub your feet while you work Lady J?" He was clearly in the mood and wanted a chance to push her there as well. As much as she wanted to deny him, a good foot rub wouldn't be the end of the world, she thought. Besides, with her mood as it was, she felt comfortable to use him like this.

"Yes, angel, but be quiet and do not interrupt. Also, shut that door and lock it on your way in." He did as he was told and dropped his dark green coat on the small table near her door. God he was sexy right now she thought.....oh crap what was she thinking. She had to get focused.

Dean climbed onto the couch and seized her feet immediately. She had no stockings on today, so he took his time to run his hands down her calves and start rubbing. Moments in he stood up and went to her desk drawer to grab her lotion – oh the coconut lotion. Fuck, this one knew how to please her. Perhaps Dean would be a long-term affair she thought. She wasn't sure yet, though, even his coming to her office today was a little past what she wanted to allow him to do.

Before allow herself to continue on this path, she buried herself back into her motion work. His hands started to work magic kneading out her tired feet as she worked. She soon finished her last two paragraphs and started proof reading. He continued his motions without stopping as he did so. He wasn't trying anything sexual, just pleasing his Lady with a foot rub, how nice of him.

When she was done with her motion, she hit print, and got up pulling her feet from his hands. He was surprised to see her walk around her desk and put her shoes on as well as her coat. When she grabbed her briefcase, he was still sitting on the couch just watching her.

"Angel, meet me tomorrow around 6, after work, at that small café down the street on the corner." She knew he was surprised, but she did not turn around and instead just walked out of the office placing the motion on Brenda's desk as she went by. Dean was going to learn his place.

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By 530 the next day, Jacky found she was ravenous again. It was something about the thought that Dean had been forced to wait for her and to do her bidding that had her enthralled now. She had been sitting for the last few minutes at her desk legs bouncing as she thought about what to do with him. The café she had picked was small and dimly lit. She kept wondering if she could escape with him to the bathroom, or if he would want to go to his house again. No, she thought, it's time to test my boundaries and his.

She finally couldn't take it any longer, and pulled her stuff together to rush out the door and head for her car. Her excitement had flushed her chest already and she could almost feel Dean's beautiful cock in her hand.

Once in her car, Jacky had to stop for a minute. She couldn't believe how much she wanted Dean's cock. She had gone from this attorney with an average dating past to a ravenous Domme who craved cock. It made her smile thinking that if she ever told anyone about this they would never believe her. She honestly wondered if she had been forthright in advance with Dean if he would have even considered meeting her the first time.

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The café was fairly full when she arrived, it was 6pm exactly. Dean was sitting in the back at a small table with a drink in front of him already. She smiled at the hostess and pointed in his direction, which allowed her leave to walk over without waiting.

"Hey, you look great." She smiled at him thinking he had to say that. She was wearing a light grey skirt suit with a dark purple top and her faux snakeskin pumps. They were part of her re-imaging of herself, but still a respectable 3 inches high. This new look of hers did turn heads, but it was still just her work clothes. She didn't understand how that would make him say what he did.

"Hi, may I sit?" She asked rhetorically of course. He gestured to the chair smiling. She sat down, not like she had with the flyboy in that faked poise, but this time with a real poise.

Dean was wearing jeans again with a long sleeve grey cotton t-shirt. He had that same olive green coat hanging on the back of his chair. He looked casual, but still had the air of a cop about him. Maybe that was what made him so sexy to her.

He smiled at her question and gestured to the chair. She sat down across from him without even crossing her legs. She had lost the part of her that was a proper lady at the door, and now she was the Domme that did as she pleased. The table had a small table cloth, which immediately gave Jacky ideas. She remembered how she was stopped from doing as she wanted with the flyboy and safety angel by the need for discretion. Here, though, the part of Dean that she cared about was hidden from public view.

"So, I have to tell you Jacky, the other night was intense." His words were a whisper as his own sense of what they had done creeped into his eyes. She saw the small wrinkles at the corners of his hazel eyes as a slight smile crept to his face.

She scooted her chair in a little as he spoke and removed her right foot from her heel, crossing her right leg over her left under the table.

"Tell me angel, was it too much for you to handle." She smiled coyly, almost daring him to admit his limitations.

"No, I can handle anything you wanna give me, but just..... I mean, holy shit. I still have nail marks on my stomach." His smugness returned slightly and it only ignited her desire to repeat that night with him.

"So, what was so intense angel? Was it jerking that nice cock off for me?" She uncrossed her legs and slid her right foot across his chair between his legs.

"That was interesting, can't say I've ever done it before." His hand went down to her foot and started to rub it.

"Can I get you something to drink honey?" The waitress broke the connection between them for a moment. Jacky looked up and smiled sweetly.

"I'll have a Jack and Coke please, on ice, with a cherry." She smiled at the waitress. Her drink was no longer one of an off-handed remark, but a particular taste she had developed. The diet coke had now been replaced by regular, because she no longer wanted any artificial taste, but the real thing....always.

Getting her drink order, the waitress walked away and Jacky's glance fell back to Dean. "Or, angel, was it watching me rub my clit in your face?" She said it coldly looking directly in his eyes.

"Honestly, that was incredible. No girl I have ever been with would do anything like that for me. It was ....intense." Jacky moved her foot to the side as he spoke. Her toes soon found his, unfortunately soft, cock through his baggy jeans.

"What was incredible about it? How did it look?" She ran her big toe along his shaft now slowly exploring him as he started to get harder. Their eyes were locked across the table.

"I loved how wet you were, and how.......you pulsed when you came. God, that made me so excited." Her foot moved consistently as he grew harder and harder under those pants. She saw the sweat start to glisten just a little on his lip as he spoke. It was so incredibly hot to hear him describe her pleasure. She was thinking of not only the feel of his cock now, but how it felt to be in the moment with him the other night.

"Undo your pants." Her words were simple, she was testing him. He looked at her not sure if he was going to do as she asked.

"Here? I...." He stammered. The waitress' return to their table gave him a few moments to consider his response.

"Here you go honey, did you guys want anything to eat?" The waitress stood there waiting pen in hand.

"I don't know. Dean are we staying or do you need to get home?" He looked at her steadily then and moved his hand in front of her foot to unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down.

Jacky smiled, "I think we will have a plate of steak fries to start please."

The waitress left, and Jacky returned to smiling at her angel, her green eyes bright with the anticipation of fondling him in this crowded place. She wondered if they really had enough privacy to pull this off.

"So, did you like eating my pussy too angel?" She smiled at him as she ran her toes around the opening created by the undoing of his zipper.

"I loved it, you taste so good. I could put my tongue in you for hours." His words sent heat through her entire body.

"Take it out angel, I want to feel you, now." Dean shifted in his seat slowly to make himself able to slide his pants down slightly and pull his cock out from his underwear. He scanned the room as he acted hoping no one could see. Everyone around not knowing that behind that jacket on the back of his chair a bit of ass sat bare. Mmmmmm, that incredible ass she thought. She wanted to bite it and slap it at the same time.

"I enjoyed fucking you with my mouth until you came angel." He jolted in her chair as she used her foot on his cock to accentuate her words. Her toes playing across his head when she said the word "came." God this was so exciting for her. His cock felt so good hard against her foot.

"I've never...um...had a girl well go that deep before. I felt like you were enjoying it even more than me, though." His words were labored as the sweat started to come out more across his upper lip.

"I like gagging on your cock....and I could eat your cum for hours angel." Her words were full of seduction. She was trying to get him to cum just talking to him. She made each syllable hang on her lips as she said them using her foot on him steadily now. Her big toe was doing what her hand wanted to desperately.

"Oh, my god, you have no idea how hot that sounds...." Dean's voice trailed off in a sigh of pleasure. His hand had joined her foot now and was rubbing along her ankle.

"Or did you prefer me tasting the blood from where my nails dug in?" Her smile ended with her tongue curled up to touch her top lip.

"I liked.....how....uhhh.....you rubbed your hot clit on my shaft. Oh, fuck.." His struggle to get the sentence out coincided with her spreading her toes to catch the sides of his cock as she moved downward.

"Oh, angel, did you like how wet I was......how much your cock made me drip?" Her words fell thick from her mouth. She was wet now just thinking about that cock pressing against her. She could almost feel his head sliding along the bottom of her ass wet with her own cum.

The steak fries were placed between them and neither even acknowledged the waitress as she left. Jacky seized a fry and took an exaggerated bite. Her teeth hitting made him jolt forward slightly. She stopped her foot then letting it rest against him. He was so hot and rock hard against her. She wanted to fuck him so badly.

"Angel, put it away and let's eat." She put her foot down and back into her shoe as she started to devour those fries in front of her.

Dean took a few moments and then readjusted himself under the table. He sat up after fixing his pants staring at her in disbelief. The denial of her attention seemed to make him wonder if he was going to get what he wanted.

"You know I'd really like to feel you from the inside Lady J." He had finally regained his composure enough to slide a fry into his mouth as he spoke.

"Beg me angel." She wanted to hear him now, plead to fuck her, beg for her pussy on his dick. She needed to have him wanting her.

"Please let me shove my cock into your hot wet pussy Lady J." It was his turn to lay thick words out between them. There was something about the way he said pussy that made her excited. She wasn't excited to fuck him though, but to hear him beg more and more.

Jacky looked down to realize they had finished the fries. She grabbed her drink and downed it quickly.

"Come with me." She smiled and stood picking up her small purse on the way to the door.

Dean stood, still a little excited from what Jacky could tell, and pulled out his wallet. He threw a few bills on the table and hurried to follow her outside.

Once outside, Jacky took Dean's hand and looked at him.

"Where's your car?" He understood and used her hand to steer her around the corner walking quickly in his desperation. He had parked in a garage just around the corner from the café. He led her up a flight of stairs and across 2 rows before they stopped at a red Charger.

"Here it is, my baby." She smiled, how did she know that he would have some sort of muscle car? Of course, she preferred the old Chargers, but this new one wasn't bad. She admired his audacity in getting it in red. She also couldn't help but notice that he had backed into the spot, the mark of a cop as well. They were trained to do this she thought, to be ready to pull out at a moment's notice.

It was she who led him then, but not to get in the car, to the back of the car. She carefully situated him against his trunk squeezing herself into the space between him and the wall. She wanted to do this openly to continue their little public tryst from before.

She reached down to undo his pants once again and pulled out his cock being careful to leave his jeans up, but to slid his briefs down just enough for her to enjoy. Her hand quickly moved to her purse and pulled out the coconut lotion that she had now come to associate with Dean. After squeezing a small puddle of lotion in her hand and she put the lotion down on his trunk next to him. Her hand found its way onto his cock, which was still semi-hard from their play a few minutes before. She played with it and fondled about as she felt him get hard in her hand. Oh, god that wonderful feeling - a hard cock in her hand.

Dean placed his hands back against the car, knowing what she expected now. She leaned up and ran her tongue across his neck and up his chin. She savored drawing a line across his bottom lip as her hand found its rhythm. She stroked quickly wanting to feel him cum. She couldn't wait to see him spill his load standing there so exposed. He didn't seem to care about the openness of the area, but instead looked her dead in the eyes as he made small noises of pleasure.

Jacky kept his gaze for some time as she used his technique of two fingers wrapped around his shaft to fuck him with her hand. Dean started to move his hips slightly, in sync with her hand moving.

"Oh, yes, fuck my hand Dean, fuck it like my pussy. Show me how you want to fuck me." Dean moved his hips a few times, and then his right hand flew to hers and he used his hand to guide hers faster and faster on his cock.

"uh....yes, oh fuck yes, oh.........God, uh...." His last words coincided with his eyes wincing as he came. This time Jacky was close enough to feel his cum as it his her shirt and the top of her skirt. His eyes stayed open looking into hers as he spasmed in his orgasm. She liked the feel of his cum on her, she enjoyed the smell as it wafted up on the heat between them. Jacky wiped her hand on his shirt then and stepped out from behind the car. She had a wet spot on the bottom of her shirt and played in for a moment standing there looking at him.

"Shall we see each other on Monday? Perhaps, we should try the mall say the Sears around 7?"

"Do you want company home tonight?" His words were breathless even as he still fished to fuck her.

"No, I'll be fine." Jacky walked away, not even turning back to look at him.

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Jacky was laying in her bed that night eyes closed, and she could not stop thinking about her newest angel. He was so sexy, and she adored the way she was making him want her more and more. This latest encounter had made him admit how he wanted to be inside her. She wanted it too, but she wanted the heat of explosive sex. She wanted him to be so excited he fucked her like an animal. Every time that had happened to her before it wasn't because a man wanted her so badly, but because the man didn't know how to be with a woman. This time, she wanted to be fucked because she demanded it because she was in charge.

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Monday night at 7 found her walking into the Sears at the end of the mall near her house. It was the only Sears within 20 miles, so she was sure Dean would find it. Sure enough as she passed through the tools a familiar smile greeted her.

"Hi." He matched her pace walking with her slowly through the aisles as she nonchalantly veered into the men's section.

"So, you are something else you know that." He was smug again.

"How do you mean angel?" Her words were coy in response, but full of control.

"You have me going crazy thinking about you, and you still keep teasing me. It makes me want you so bad I can't even believe it." His last words were borderline frustrated as he smiled at her. She just smiled back at him pretending to look at some jeans.

"You should try these on angel, they would look good on you. What's your size?" Her words surprised him and he turned to look at the jeans she held. They were nearly identical to the ones he was wearing already.

"What? Why? I don't need jeans Lady J." Her finger found his lips to quiet him.

"Take a few pairs of jeans in your size and go try them on in the dressing room." Her eyes looked into his trying to convey her meaning.

Dean was a quick learner, and he knew that anytime she looked at him like that and her voice lowered it was not a request. It was an order by his Domme and he needed to obey.

He was soon moving about the men's department as Jacky continued to browse through shirts. After seizing 5 or 6 different pairs, he made a direct line to the men's dressing room.

Jacky followed moments later, and stood near the entrance looking around for an attendant. She had known from shopping here before that the dressing rooms were staffed, but usually by only one person. This time it was an older woman, who was folding clothes nearby, probably trying to get her side work done prior to leaving that night.