Free Dangerous Authority by M Jet

not ready to fully reveal himself to her, he instead just freed his long hard cock from the silky folds of his black boxers.  She regarded it with wide eyes and could barely even catch a breath.
    "Touch yourself," he demanded quietly. 
    She didn't hesitate to reach between her legs and find her clit. She dampened her fingers with her body's own dripping desire and began massaging her sweetest spot.  She shut her eyes at the sensation but he reminded her to look at him and she complied.
    "Do what feels best, Mary Jane.  Let me see you," he seethed as she rubbed slowly at first then more frantically.  With her other hand she rubbed and tweaked her own nipples and massaged her breasts.  She glanced away from his eyes only long enough to see the throb of his stony desire no further from her lips than a lick.
    "God, yes," he hissed between clenched teeth.  He placed his hand behind her head and held his cock with the other.  "Suck it," he demanded barely above a whisper.  She moaned happily as she enthusiastically closed her warm mouth over her cock. 
    She wanted to touch him, but he had to remind her to keep touching herself.  He tipped her head back and gently worked his cock as far as it would go against the back of her throat. 
    "Relax.  Breathe slowly," he instructed, never taking his eyes off her eyes.  "Open to me.  Let me in." 
    He was incredibly slow and patient as he coaxed her throat open, little by little despite the fact she felt him grow harder than seemed possible in her mouth.  Though he was the picture of calm, she could sense he was close to exploding.  His control set her on fire and she could feel more wetness spilling over her own fingers. 
    It had never before been something she could do, but she enveloped him deep in her throat.  The feeling of it aroused in her both fear, and intense eroticism.  She loved him.  She craved him.  He was her obsession.
    She began to whimper with her mouth full of him as she felt orgasm rapidly approach and suddenly he pulled out of her mouth.  He made short work of lifting her off the floor and repositioning her body.  He placed her face down on the arm of the couch, positioning one of her feet firmly on the floor, and the other foot buried in the couch cushions.  She felt him step back and stole a glance over her shoulder to find him studying her wide open vulnerability.
    "Beautiful," he murmured, glancing into her eyes.  He traced a finger delicately around the opening to her pussy and she shuddered feeling the waves return again. 
    Taking his time, he took a turn to kneel.  "Close your eyes," he demanded this time and she did as she was told.  "Just feel.  Don't look."
    She felt him work one finger into her and begin manipulating her g-spot.  Then another finger wriggled in to her tightness and the two fingers rubbed and teased.  Next she felt his tongue join the dance, lapping luxuriously at her clit.
    She drew a jagged breath, fighting the urge to attempt to close her legs, at least a little.  She knew he wanted her open.
    "Not yet," he warned.  "Don’t come yet, my love."
    She wanted to obey him.  But she was dangerously close.  Just as the waves nearly crashed, he abruptly pulled his fingers out and his tongue away.  The promise of orgasm subsided once more but not for long as he finally gave her what she'd truly been waiting for.
    Dominique plunged his cock into her.  He moved slowly at first and began tantalizing her orgasm once more, inviting it back.
    "Tell me you like this," he whispered.
    "I love this," she moaned.
    "Tell me what you want," he demanded.
    She shuddered.  "Fuck me."
    "What, Mary Jane?" he asked teasingly.
    "Fuck me.  Fuck me, please!"
    "Mmmmm…  That's right."  He tangled his fingers in her hair once again and pulled her head back.  Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to control.  To dominate. 
    He rammed into her, jarring her forward.  The textured upholstery of the couch's arm toyed with her nipples