Taking Control (3 page)

“Will you get me the supplies?” Bruce asked, knowing
Chris understood. Bruce needed a few good sex toys given he planned to show
Melissa everything.

“I phoned them through while you were fucking
Melissa,” Chris told him.
 

“I want you to be ready, too” Bruce told him.

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to help
me
fuck my
wife, to give her complete, absolute pleasure. I want her to accept all the
kinds of pleasure open to her and know that she can trust me.” Bruce watched
the arousal intensify in his friends eyes. Chris would be the perfect man to
help him bring out Melissa’s sexual side.

“I’ll keep my phone with me at all times.”

Bruce nodded, planning their next move in his mind.
Half an hour later, Melissa came down, keeping her eyes averted from Chris. A
blush remained stained to her cheeks.

Chapter Two

Melissa kept glancing out the window, wishing for
anything to do but think about where Bruce had taken her this morning. Her
pussy
creamed at the thought of how domineering he’d been. Of how he’d
fucked her, not made love delicately, but fucked her hard and rough. Bruce was in
control, telling her what to do. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. In fact,
she couldn’t
remember a time when her thoughts were so
consumed with sex. Even in the early days with Bruce, sex had been wonderfully
nice, but it never consumed every waking thought.

She was obsessed.

If her mother could see her now, Melissa would be in
serious trouble. The sudden thought of her mother was like an ice cold shower.
They’d never had the best relationship. The hatred inside Melissa had been
close to consuming her until Bruce came and took her away. Bruce was the one
who showed her love, life and freedom.
 

Feeling the familiar spiral of depression, Melissa
welcomed the ringing of the telephone, anything to direct her thoughts
elsewhere
and stop the vicious circle her mother created.

“Hello.” She spoke clear and confident, praying it
wasn’t her mother. She wished she had the guts to tell the woman to leave her
alone.
 

“I want to fuck you,”
Bruce said.

Melissa gasped in shock, all thoughts of her mother disappearing
as the voice on the other end of the line took centre stage in her thoughts.
Never before had a conversation started out like this and her trying to stem
the flow of arousal was now useless. Bruce and sex devoured her thoughts. She
welcomed the relief.

“Bruce?”

“I want to lick your pussy until it’s creamy and your
juices drip onto my tongue. I want to spread your legs wide, I want you to
watch as I fuck you, sliding my cock in and out of your pussy. Fucking you so
hard and deep, you’re screaming for me to fuck you harder and faster.” Melissa
listened to him talk, rolling off each of the deliciously sinful things he
wanted to do. Her hand went to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up, her actions
almost natural.
A compulsion.
“You’re about to play
with yourself?
 
I can hear your skirt
rustling. Are your hands shaking?” he asked.

“Yes,” she moaned, listening to him. Bruce knew her so
well. He knew her better than she knew herself. Her fingers ran beneath her
panties and over her plump, wet lips.
“Stop.”
His
harsh command shocked her and stilled her hand.

Melissa moaned into the phone. Why would he make her
stop?

“I said stop,” he growled, his tone leaving no room
for argument.

Melissa stopped what she was doing, moving her hand to
her side, her desire so great, she was tempted to sit on her own hand.

“I’m going to tell you what I want you to do. You will
follow these instructions clearly or you’ll face a punishment when I get home.
Are you ready for your instructions?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” Melissa was more than ready.

 
“I want you to
come to my office for lunch. And take those ridiculous panties off. I want to
see you flush and naked wear nothing but a jacket. I want to see those gorgeous
legs. Do you understand?” he asked.

“You want me naked. All of me?”

“Yes, baby. I want you naked and wet for me.”

“I’ll be ready,” she agreed.

“Good.”

Melissa looked at the phone.
 
He’d hung up. Her breasts were big and
blushing, so sensitive rubbing against her cotton top. Without a moment of
hesitation, Melissa rushed to her bedroom, taking her clothes off and her
horrible panties which she decided to throw straight into the garbage. She put
on a coat and left the house immediately. Melissa wanted to know what Bruce had
planned for her and she couldn’t give herself time to change her mind.
 

Realizing she didn’t want to get stopped by the police
wearing nothing more than a coat, Melissa tried very hard to obey the posted
speed limits. The idea of being completely naked beneath the scratchy fabric appealed
to her where Bruce was concerned, but not with a stranger. It took her twenty
minutes to get to his office building but it felt like hours. Moisture dripped
between her legs and she tried to get out of her car as lady like as she could
but it didn’t matter.
 
She was sure she’d
flashed someone, somewhere. Walking as fast as her legs could carry her, she
smiled at the few people she encountered until she opened her husband's office
door. Seeing Bruce behind his desk, she turned and locked the door.

****

Bruce watched her lock the door. Melissa looked so
flustered and demented, his little willing sex slave. He could see the lovely
length of her legs peeking from beneath the hem of her coat. His cock sprang to
life and then an idea came to him. So far Melissa had been doing as she was
told. He wondered how far he could push her.
 

“Did I tell you to lock the door?” he asked. He
watched as she hesitated, unsure what to do as she stayed still by the
door.
 

“Unlock the door,” he told her.

“But people...” She began to argue with him.

“I said unlock the door,” Bruce cur her off, waiting
until she flicked the lock open. “Come here.” His cock was so frigging hard.
Watching her do everything he instructed was such a turn on.

Bruce watched her walk to his desk, her legs exposed
for him. The coat would gap a little as she moved, giving him a tantalizing
view of what he'd find underneath. He hoped she had nothing on.
 
Hoped she trusted him enough. He'd never do
anything to hurt her.

“Drop the jacket,” he ordered.

The jacket fell to the floor.

His cock pulsed, a drop of pre-cum wetting his pants.
His Melissa, his adorable, shy wife, stood gloriously naked before him. Her
body was one for him to worship.
 

“Open your legs wide,” he instructed as she stood near
his desk. Bruce leaned back pressing his fingers together, looking calm and
relaxed.
 

Her compliance shocked him and he loved the trust she
was showing him. Bruce pointed for her to come and stand by his chair and
Melissa moved slowly round his desk until she stood by his side. Bruce turned
in his chair, running his hands along her ass, moving between her legs
.
Melissa was so fucking beautiful.

Getting up out of his chair, he picked her up and sat
her in front of him on his desk, opening her legs wider, her flesh open for his
eyes alone. She had
a such
a pretty cunt, swollen,
fresh and juicy. Her hair nicely trimmed, she knew how to take care of herself
and now Bruce was going to show her how he could take care of her as well.
 

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve been thinking about you all
morning. I started to get hungry and I wondered what I wanted for lunch then I
realized I wanted your pussy.” His thumb stroked her centre. “I’m going to lick
your pussy till you’re screaming and begging for me to fuck you then I’m going
to do just that on my desk. When you scream, anyone will be able to hear you.”

“Tell me to suck your pussy,” he told her.

“Bruce?” she asked nervously, seemingly unsure.

“I love you, Melissa, so completely. I love everything
about you. You’re a passionate woman and this is right, we both want this, we
both need this. This is about me and you,” he reassured her.

“Lick my pussy, Bruce,” she asked, her voice shaking
ever so slightly.

Bruce watched the persistence in her
eyes,
the spark of angry arousal laced with determination to
have what she wanted and enjoy it. He was so proud of her.
 
He loved her more now than ever.
Melissa was finally fighting for what she wanted, proving her love
by being exactly who she was supposed to be.
Confident and loving, she
was taking what she wanted and accepting what he could give.

“I love you so much,” he told her.

His tongue licked from her entrance all the way up to
her clit, circling around the puffy tissue. She tasted so sweet and juicy, like
a ripe peach.

“Oh God, Bruce, suck my clit harder.” She grabbed a
fistful of his hair, rubbing her cunt against his lips.

Bruce
worked his finger inside her, her vagina so tight he
teased her with his fingers getting her pussy to stretch around him, her juices
flowing out of her and onto his hand.

****

Melissa gasped as he fucked her with his fingers. She
was so turned on, her body tense, aching with the need to cum. Her body begged
her
for
more, harder, deeper. This is what she needed, the intense,
the
unknown. She couldn’t believe last night she’d

faked
her orgasm and this morning she’d cum all over her
husband’s cock while he fucked her against their kitchen counter. Then she
sucked his cock with both of
their cum
dripping from
his still hard shaft.

Her
orgasm was building, her body getting
tighter, her pussy tightening, the pleasure consuming her.

“I’m going to cum,” she cried seconds before her
entire body convulsed, her creamy essence seeping out of her cunt into Bruce’s
waiting mouth. Melissa couldn’t stop the intensity or her screaming. She needed
him so much.

“You taste so beautiful. Best lunch I’ve ever had,” he
told her, standing up. He unzipped his jeans, his cock springing out, hard and
thick and slick. Bruce growled as he stood looking down at her spread out on
his desk.

****

Bruce was so hot his cock felt like it was going to
explode. One of his fantasies come true, his wife was naked, legs spread,
waiting to be fucked on his desk, her eyes begging for him, her legs shaking but
opening wider so he could see all of her, see everything glistening with her
cum.

“You look so tempting, my wife, ready and waiting to
be fucked.” He slid his cock over her pussy, hearing her moan, watching her
cunt cream as he worked his cock over her pulsing clit. Sliding his cock to her
entrance, he looked up into her eyes, seeing them flare and widen and then he looked
down at where they were connected.

“You want my cock?” he asked.

Melissa
nodded, her head moving with apparent desperation. He
teased her, sliding
inside her ever so gently for a few more
strokes, loving her reaction. When she was completely distracted by his
teasing, he thrust hard into her pussy and she screamed her pleasure. Pleasure
poured out of her body, open and ready for him, her huge breasts heaving with
her breaths, her stomach quivering with need.

“Please, Bruce,” she begged her voice croaky, needy.

“You want me, baby?”

“Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me hard!” She screamed as he
took over, thrusting inside her tight channel. He gave her everything, not
leaving her a moment to think about what she was doing or who could hear.

****

Melissa forgot the world beyond her husband and the
fact he was fucking her hard and fast on his office desk.

“Watch us, baby. Watch me fuck you,” he demanded.

Entranced, she followed his eyes, his hard cock
gliding smoothly in and out of her creamy cunt. He was covered and dripping
from her juices. She should be embarrassed, she usually was embarrassed, but
right now she fucking loved it. The feelings he
created,
the passion so intense and powerful. Between the freedom to feel and do
whatever she wanted and knowing he wasn’t
disgusted by her, Melissa
was on fire. She screamed,
thrusting up harder against his cock,
her body taking over completely.