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Beth was feeling a surge of empowerment that was radically new and wonderful. In her poor life of struggles and disappointments, guys had ignored or abused her and always demanded more than she was ready to give. What they'd never wanted was a whole woman, someone with her own goals and wishes that might differ from theirs. She'd never had a relationship of equals, let alone this sense of dominance and control.

She knew that Jon would always let her be herself, instead of trying to change her, but that was only part of it. Her newfound self-respect and determination to have something better in life were bringing her dreams within reach. This achievement brought with it a sense of reassuring peace and freed Beth to be a sexy, alluring temptress without shame or embarrassment.

She became aware that lost in thought, she had stopped dancing. She tilted way forward to rub her clit against his jutting bulge, moaning loudly in pleasure.

“Now, please!” Jon groaned. “I'm in agony. I don't think I can wait another second.”

Hearing his desperation, her own desire jolted. Facing him, she reached down and opened his legs before kneeling between them. She rested her hands on his thighs and felt them tense at her touch. The carpet felt rough against her bare knees as Beth gazed up at him from her subservient place at his feet. Slowly, she unzipped his pants and pulled his hard shaft free. It was long, warm to the touch, and standing straight.

The look in his eyes was pure masculine yearning. Beth felt another jolt hit her. While they'd done sixty-nine before—it was Jon's favorite—this seemed wholly different, novel. She was about to bring him pleasure with her mouth while he did nothing but watch. An aching desire curled deep in her pelvis, and her breath caught. Beth realized that she wanted this too.

Rising, she grasped his thighs tighter and bent over to drape and gently sweep strands of her long hair across his shaft, enjoying his every gasp. Lifting her face, she smiled at him, any vestiges of reticence gone. Then keeping her eyes locked on his, Beth ever so slowly slid her mouth down his hot shaft. His dick was a rock-hard pole but its velvet texture tempted her tongue. She wanted to explore every inch and licked voraciously even as her lips stayed closed tight around him, locking him inside her mouth. But even that wasn't enough.

Lifting her head, Beth boldly stared him straight in the eye and asked, “Show me how deep you want it.”

Jon hesitated, seeming reluctant to take command.

“
Please
!
” she whimpered. Beth realized then that she needed him to take control of her. Some heretofore-unknown part of her fervidly craved it.

Beth sensed a subtle change in him then. Jon gathered handfuls of her hair and twisted it, almost painfully, securing her in place. With this leverage, Jon pushed her mouth down on his shaft. Beth didn't fight him, even when he went farther than she thought she could take. He kept pushing until her mouth had slid to the base of his dick, her face in his groin.

Beth was unsure why his debauched mastery of her titillated, but it did. It spurred her to try even harder, sucking tightly and frenziedly laving him with her tongue. She pushed too far and unexpectedly gagged. Frustration filled her when Jon immediately pulled her up. Without thought she reached up and put his hand back on her hair, urging with her hand and her mouth for Jon to resume working her.

The jerking shudder that traveled through Jon told her he wanted it, and instantly he once again held her head locked in his grip as he pulsed her up and down his shaft, moving ever more rapidly. This time Jon ignored the occasional choking sounds she couldn't quite control, and Beth was glad. She wanted to fulfill this fantasy for him.

Then she heard his orders to fondle herself. Beth moaned loudly and instantly complied, using one hand to grasp her breast and squeeze it. She slid her hand inside her bra and tweaked the nipple almost painfully, releasing a zing of electricity. Her other hand caressed her mons, and Beth moaned again. Jon kept the rapid-fire movement of her mouth going, taking complete control of the fellatio.

She had nothing to do but hold on firmly with her lips. Beth sensed Jon leaning over her, and jerked slightly when he tugged the bow that tied the thong. It rasped teasingly along her labia as he dragged it roughly from her body, and she worked her hand more quickly on her clitoris, wanting to hold on to the tingling sensation.

Suddenly she felt Jon's pelvis jerk upward—he was close and that thought thrilled her—but then he tried to pull her off. Without thought, Beth grasped his thighs tightly with both hands and forced her mouth back down, madly sucking and licking. Somewhere deep inside, she understood that this moment was important. She must have his complete submission to the promised pleasure. Nothing less would do.

“Shhhit!” Jon wailed. Then he went rigid underneath her and jerked. Pulses of thick, warm fluid erupted into her mouth. It tasted salty. She swallowed each spurt, grabbing his thighs tighter when he would have pulled her off him. When Jon seemed to be done, she flicked him once more with her tongue and raised her eyes to him.

He was staring at her adoringly. “Thank you… You're a goddess.”

Still kneeling between his legs, Beth gazed up, glowing from his compliment, even as surprising shyness washed through her. She felt herself blush. Beth almost couldn't believe that she'd actually had enough courage to pull it off, but she'd done it and clearly Jon had loved it!

She'd always dreaded the attentions of men, but with Jon, this all felt so different. She was playing a purchased plaything to his john, but instead of being degrading, it felt liberating. She was in control, she decided how far it would go, and his hungry but caring gaze empowered her. Beth reached up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled triumphantly up at him. There was more to come, and she was eager to get started.

Watching his responding grin of pure satisfaction, Beth realized that she'd even pushed Jon beyond his own sexual limits. Laughing in pleasure, she rose to stand, posing in front of him.

“Tell me what you want next.” Beth waited, eager for more.

“I want to see you play with yourself…naked. Perform a private dance only for me.”

Surprising jolts of lust hit Beth at his crude commands, building her excitement.

“Of course…
sir
,” she replied, having noticed already the spark of lust that always followed her respectful subservience. It was there again—a look of pure male satisfaction and superiority. Beth wondered why it made her want to give more of herself, to actually be his sexual plaything for real. But there wasn't time for such reflection now. Her “customer” was waiting.

Continuing her earlier striptease, Beth removed her bra and dropped it to the floor. She was now totally naked before him as she undulated to the music. Noticing how Jon's eyes stared greedily at her breasts, she purposely bounced so they would jiggle. The stark hunger in his eyes was cathartic—the part of her that had caused so much trouble and pain in her life was now, finally, something that made Beth feel womanly, proud.

Laughing quietly, Beth exalted in her obvious allure. She all but purred, imagining Jon reverently touching her. Her hand naturally rose to caress her breast, swirling around it and tweaking the nipple before moving to the other as if it were him doing it. Beth's other hand slid down between her legs and caressed her sensitive clit. Jon's sharply indrawn breath was her reward, and she fondled herself more ardently while dancing near him—but always just out of his reach.

The covetous look in his eyes fed her interest in fulfilling his fantasy, but she remained a plaything with a mind of her own. Smiling naughtily at Jon, she turned her back and jiggled her ass in front of him while fondling herself aggressively, knowing he couldn't see what she was doing. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see that Jon was wildly aroused. He was squirming in his chair as he licked his lips in anticipation. Beth felt powerful, controlling her sexuality and, for the moment, controlling his.

But then Jon surprised her, instantly regaining the upper hand by playing the role of a demanding trick—forceful, commanding, masculine.

“Very nice,” he gruffed. “Now…make yourself come!”

Beth gasped, a rush of zinging sensations making her dizzy as she turned back to him.

“
Now
!
”

Finding it suddenly very easy to comply for the master seated before her, Beth squeezed a nipple sharply and moaned. Without forethought, the hand on her mons began vibrating aggressively, whirling and flicking her clit. With a shudder, she shoved a finger inside her wet pussy, and her pelvis answered in clenching pleasure.

Beth cried out sharply, coming onto her hand and falling into an uncontrollable orgasm.

Jon leaped to his feet, catching Beth as she wavered and would have fallen. As her breath slowed and awareness returned, Beth found that she was held closely within the circle of his arms. She felt Jon graze his lips on her forehead in a tender kiss.

“Well, well,” he whispered huskily. “You always surprise me!”

Then Jon smiled wickedly down at her. It was clear he wanted to resume their game. “Enough playtime for you. It's time you earned that wad of cash. Now I want you to ride me every which way.” He led her by the hand into the bedroom.

His crude language, so raw and naughty, excited Beth. She stood watching from the foot of the bed as he stripped and climbed up to lie on his back. Then in a supremely alpha-male gesture, Jon beckoned with one finger for her to mount his straining erection. He looked so smug and happy that she couldn't resist, saucily noting, “You really like ordering me around, don't you?”

Jon just smiled, but it was obvious he did from the wicked gleam in his eye.

Beth crawled onto Jon and knelt over him, positioning herself over his waiting erection. Easing down onto his thick shaft, she moaned in pleasure. Finally, she was filled by him and free to ride herself into ecstasy. Looking at Jon, Beth saw that he was smiling cheekily at her. Deliberately he raised his arms and crossed them behind his head, the perfect vision of a man at his leisure ready to enjoy being serviced.

“Get moving and let's see how fast you can go.”

Joining in his laughter at their absurdity, Beth began to move her hips, sliding forward and backward while fully seated on him, her clitoris zinging with pleasure at the sensation of their bodies rubbing. Faster and faster she rode, at times alternating the forward slide with a whirling gyration that helped increase the friction on her tight bud.

Then she began to bounce up and down—the tingling ache inside urging her ever faster and nearer to elusive bliss. Jon lay still beneath her, but she could see that he was straining to hold back, and they both panted and grunted with the effort. Her orgasm kept building. She sensed it was on the cusp of expanding, the release just a little further.

“Enough!” Jon suddenly commanded. Beth felt his hands on her, roughly pushing her off his dick. She was slick and slid off easily even as she tried to keep her seat. Jon rolled away, while ordering, “Get on your hands and knees. Now!”

Beth felt momentarily bereft—she needed to feel him back inside her this instant—but she knew Jon would quickly take his turn and mount her. Beth scrambled onto her knees and stuck her ass out, grinning over her shoulder to watch Jon quickly position himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and she felt him slide inside her.

Yes, oh God, yes!
she screamed out silently. Over and over, she felt his cock plunge in and out, repeatedly filling her, then leaving a wanting void. It was driving her crazy. She needed more, just a little something.

Then she heard Jon shout, “
Yes
!
” He slammed forward into her again, deeper, longer, as he shuddered behind her. “Fuck yes!”

Moaning, squirming, driving urgently backward into him, Beth screamed out his name as she came in an explosive orgasm.

They both lingered on all fours. Then Jon dropped his head to rest on her back for a moment, and smiling, Beth knew that her face reflected the joy she felt. It had been an extraordinary experience. She felt Jon quietly kiss her on the small of her back.

“Beth,” he whispered from behind, “I love you.”

Unbelievably happy, she whispered back, “I love you too!”

Flopping down to lie next to her in the bed, Jon threw an arm over his head, resting, while Beth watched him, lying on her side. She couldn't keep the smile from her face.
You
did
it
, she congratulated herself. She had given a special gift to Jon in a way that was hers alone to offer. Whatever their future together, Beth had no doubt he would remember this night for the rest of his life. She certainly would, she thought as her eyes fluttered and closed.

Before she could drift off, she heard him murmur, “Sweet Beth, you've fulfilled all of my sexual fantasies in one night.” Her eyes popped open to meet his. “There's only one more thing that you can do to make—”

“There's more?” she interrupted, laughing, then reached over and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Come with me,” he said.

After they climbed off the bed, Jon took her hand in his and led her to the living room. Stopping by his discarded suit jacket, he asked her to wait.

Seeing him reach into the pocket, Beth wondered what possible sexual position or naughty game he wanted to try next. She was tired, damp, and wonderfully sated, but if Jon wanted more, he'd get it. She had promised this one night to fulfill his every wish.
I'll keep that
promise!

Jon turned back to her with something clutched inside his closed hand. Beth watched in confusion as he knelt before her in all his naked, sweaty glory.

“This is not how I planned this,” Jon proclaimed hoarsely. “I wanted to do it in a restaurant all dressed up”—he snorted then—“or at least with some clothes on! But this is my very last fantasy. If you fulfill it, then I'll live a wonderful life and die a happy man.”