In my short story, Claimed on the Way to Dinner, Maxine has her first dinner date with Peter, but they must first call at the apartment she once shared with Erik, her ex-lover. She only has to sign some papers... but the problem is she is a sub, and Erik still has a strange sexual power over her.
I'll let Maxine tell her own story:
When we stopped outside the apartment, I said,” I'll try not to be long.”
“Listen, I’m not sure this guy is as harmless as you believe. Do me a favour. Would you talk to him on the steps or else leave the front door open… and yell loud if he gives you problems. I will be there in seconds.”
I kissed him quickly. “Oh, you are sweet.” He wound the window down to watch me walk up the path and knock on the door.Erik opened the door as if he had been waiting there all along. He looked me up and down very deliberately and showed his approval with
a smile and slow nod. “Hi, baby. Nice to see you again.”
I stepped back from the welcome mat and said, “I’m late for a restaurant booking, Erik. Could you bring the papers out for signing.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Maxine. We need light and a decent surface. I won’t keep you. What? Do you think I am going to tie you to the bedhead?”
The bastard! He probably knew that those words alone would make my belly tremble. He took the ends of my fingers and tugged gently until I stepped over the threshold.
I baulked just inside. “Ok, the hall table here will do. Go get the papers and a pen.”
I glanced quickly over my shoulder and saw Peter craning his neck. He had the car door slightly ajar.
Erik looked at me quizzically. “You really are acting strangely,” he said.
He was wearing the royal blue satin shave coat he favoured around the house when he came home from work. It came mid-thigh down his
muscular legs. My eyes locked on the thick mat of black hair that curled above the V of the overlapped coat. I knew from past experience there would be nothing under that robe.
He reached out and gripped my chin between thumb and forefinger, another familiar gesture of power we shared. My breath came faster and I swallowed. I looked at his deep-set blue eyes, and my legs started to tremble. Peter had already made my pussy wet; now the clitoris was swelling and
rising.
Erik tilted my chin up. He didn’t kiss; he just looked past me.
“Who is sitting in the car?”
“My date.” I tried to sound convincing. “The new man in my life.”
Erik smiled. “Does he have a name?”
“Peter.”
“Oh. Does Peter want to watch you play with my cock?"
“No.”
“Sure?”
He took my hand, lifted one side of his shave coat, and placed my hand on his swelling member. I was back where I had always been. I let my hand slide down the smooth shaft until the velvet drapes of his uncircumcised
head tickled my palm. I slipped it back with finger and thumb and rolled the
head in my fingers.
“This is not a good idea, Erik,” I mumbled.
His cock was at half-mast now; he pressed the tip against my belly like a bridge between two buildings.
Peter would be unable to see what I was doing; my back was to him, but our stillness must have looked odd. I stared into Erik’s eyes and started to slowly pump with a wrist twist, his favourite hand job pleasure.
“You are doing very well, my pet,” Erik cooed.
As his cock rose high, my two hands were now sliding up and down the vertical shaft, and I started to whimper my need. I doubted if Peter could save me now.
Erik smiled at me benevolently and pressed gently on my shoulder.
“Kneel. Let’s show Peter how well you suck cock.”
It was over for me. I was his sub again. I threw back his gown and kissed his chest and his hairy belly, as I slowly sank to the hard floor. I took the cock head in my mouth briefly and then did what I always did, what I loved best. I licked the full length from bottom to top, then swirled my tongue around his balls.
I didn’t dare look behind. I gazed up at Eric who was staring nonchalantly out the doorway, a smile playing on his heavy lips. I knew that
Peter must be seeing it all, but my own lust was consuming me now. I no longer cared. I was going down on this man like a train, while he stood with his arms folded. He was showing Peter I was under no restraint,
demonstrating that I just loved cock. I was choking on it, tears streaming down my face, but still I sucked and pushed it down.
My noises were animal-like; the more I heard myself yelp and gorge and slurp the more I excited myself. There was a sound in the doorway behind me and knew that Peter was standing there, watching the disgusting sight
of me gobbling cock, moaning and mewling like a cat on heat.
I heard Erik’s deep voice. “Peter! Isn’t she a beautiful bitch? This is how she likes it best, friend.”
I grunted my agreement. I was after that mouthful of hot cum.
I felt Peter’s arms go around my waist and he lifted me bodily off the floor.
Surely, he didn’t think he could drag me back to the car now. Not now. It was too late. I flung my arms around Erik’s waist, clung to him and sucked for dear life.
Soon I felt a hard cock sliding up along one thigh. It forced the leg of my panties aside.
Peter wasn’t going anywhere. Dead right.
He was going to fuck me.
If you would like to enjoy how the men give her a treat right here in the hallway and then move her to the bed, you can read the entire story Claimed On My Way to Dinner, for 99 cents US here on Amazon.