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“You’re right. It is an amazing view,” she said as I stood a few feet behindher.

“It sure is. I especially like herass.”

She turned her head to look behind her and smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome,” I said just as someone knocked on the door. “Stay here. I’ll getthat.”

We could have gone out to dinner to one of the many places in the area but I’d been working all day and now, all I wanted was this—to be somewhere private and just be myself—with dinner delivered to mydoor.

“French-Vietnamese food okay?” I asked as I shut the door behind me and brought two baskets into the dining room. Sharon walked back into the apartment.

“Whatever you like, I’m fine with it, Sir.”

I looked at her sternly. “Sharon, we’re not in a scene right now. Call me Jonathan.”

“Yes, Jonathan.”

“So, is French-Vietnamese food okay?” I asked again.

“It’s perfect.”

“Why don’t we eat here?” I said, setting the baskets on the floor by the coffee table as Sharon went to the kitchen and returned with plates and silverware. The basket yielded a bottle of wine and while I opened it, Sharon set the warm food on the table, careful not to damage the finish by putting down place mats first. I liked how she was neat and tidy, careful with her movements. I liked how the informal arrangement and the spontaneous decision to have dinner in here instead of a restaurant seemed to disarm her. True, she was my submissive, but I preferred that dynamic in the bedroom until I’d become more confident. Right now, I just wanted toeat.

An hour later, with most of the food eaten and the rest put away in the empty refrigerator and the dishes stacked in the dishwasher, it was time to talk. It was interesting to see Sharon’s behavior shift the moment I changed my tone. She went from normal to submissive in a blink of an eye. They were subtle changes but they were there. One day I’d be comfortable with it but for now, I needed to figure out what the hell I was doing.

It had grown too chilly to stand on the balcony but not by the glass doors. As Sharon admired the view of the Bay Bridge, I stood behind her and brought my arms around her waist. I inhaled the scent of her hair, of neroli and jasmine. I felt my cock stir as she took a deep breath and sighed, her backside rubbing against the front of my pants. I took hold of her skirt and pulled, raising the hem higher above her thighs and bunching it around her hips. I could see her skin red from my hand the night before and knew she was probably still too sensitive for another round. But I had other ideas. Her ass wasn’t the only thing I could playwith.

My hand drifted between her legs and encountered the soft lace of her underwear. I felt her wetness through the fabric. I nudged her legs apart with myfoot.

“May I call you Sir?” she asked.

“Yes, you may. Now put your hands on the glass…above your head,” I murmured, unbuttoning her top and pushing it aside. Her nipples hardened instantly, pebbling between my fingers.

“Sir, people willsee–”

“No, they won’t. It’s tinted. You can see out but they can’t see inside.” With the only light coming from a lamp behind us, even if someone could see something, they wouldn’t see much. They’d also have to have wings.

I lowered one hand to her pussy, rubbing her through her panties. Fuck, she was so wet. I pushed the lace aside and circled her clit with my finger. She leaned her head back against my shoulder, her chest heaving as her breaths grew shorter. I slid one finger inside her and then another, feeling her pussy clench around me. Her thighs quivered as I wrapped my other hand in front of her neck, feeling her pulse throb under my fingers. The power she granted me was intoxicating. It felt so right, so perfect.

“Sir…” she moaned.

Her breasts pressed against the glass as I pushed her forward, my hand pinned between her body and the window. “Don’t come until I tell you,” I said in her ear. She was dripping in my palm, my fingers finding that spot that made her beg for release. But I didn't want her to come. Not yet. I withdrew my hand and pulled her back, slipping my fingers between her lips. “Suckit.”

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily, tasting herself on my fingers. She was putty in my hands, willing and compliant.

“Tell me what youwant.”

“I want to come, Sir.”

I let her go and pulled one of the high-backed chairs closer to the window. “I want you to sit down and spread those legs for me. I want to seeyou.”

She looked dazed, her skirt still bunched up around her hips. She leaned on me as I lowered her panties, raising one foot and then the other as I slipped them off her. Then I guided her to the chair and she sat down, spreading her legs just like I told her. I knelt in front of her and pulled her hips down to the edge of the chair, lifting one leg over the armrest and then the other until she was open and on display forme.

“Are you comfortable?” I asked as I slid my arms under her thighs and cupped her breasts. It kept her in place in the chair, her pussy wide open for me, glistening with her juices.

“Yes, Sir.”

I tugged her nipples and she gasped, arching her back against the chair. I kissed the inside of her thigh. I smelled her desire, my cock straining against my trousers. I was supposed to talk things out with her, set the ground rules so we’d be on the same page. But I also wanted to hear her beg for me. I wanted her to scream and let me torment her until I gave her permission tocome.

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