Page 16 of Executive Decision

“I want to be on top,” I said. “Take your pants off.”

I couldn’t get off in missionary—at least I never had.

“Alright, princess.”

Cal kicked his shoes off, then stripped down to his boxers. I couldn’t look away.

I grinned, realizing the power I held. “Get naked.”

“Will you do the same, Daphne?”

“No,” I said. “Getting back into this dress will be a nightmare. Take me like this, or leave me.”

He complied, standing naked before me. I couldn’t help but enjoy this. Cal was mine to command. I was in charge of this fit man with a particularly impressive cock.

“Get in bed, Cal.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled.

Chucking my heels across the room, I climbed into bed. By this point, Cal was rolling a condom over his very swollen cock. He approached, falling into bed next to me. I bent down to kiss him—controlling every aspect of the moment. This time, he kissed me back, hard—strong, longing, and like he could devour me. As I pulled away, the hunger in Cal’s eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

Silently, I climbed astride his strong body and lowered myself onto his hard, long cock. As he filled every inch of me, I let out a loud moan and dug my nails into his abs.

“You like that, princess?”

“Uh-huh. It feels so good,” I said.

“You’re very wet, Daphne. I did all that? With nothing but a kiss.”

“You have a dirty mouth,” I said. “No one gets to talk like that to me.”

“And yet… I did. And you liked it.”

I craved, feeling high as I ground my pelvis against his. I bit my lip as I panted. I felt flushed—not just from the booze. Cal gripped my ass tight, watching me come alive. He bathed in the vision of me unravelling, looking superior. He knew he was good. He didn’t have to ask if I was close. Instead, he took charge, plowing into me from below and picking me up like a toy—bobbing me until I completely lost myself.

“Scream my name, princess.”

“Oh, fuck, Cal!” I screamed. “God, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. Harder and harder, our bodies met until I came in the most wonderful way. I saw stars. My eyes rolled into my head. I lost my mind, squealing and gripping onto his hips for support. When I came back to the surface, I looked down to see a crooked, satisfied grin on Cal’s face. I didn’t want to let on that he’d just given me one of the best orgasms in my life.

“Was it good?” Cal asked.

“It was…” I panted, “so good.”

“You want more?”

I nodded, unable to speak. I continued to grind against him, but suddenly wanted him to take me from behind. I knew he’d be rough with me—something I didn’t even know I liked until now—if I asked him.

“Fuck me from behind, Cal.”

Cal slapped my ass hard. “As you wish, Daphne. You give the orders.”

He wanted to please me. He wanted whatever I wanted.

“Face the mirror,” Cal repositioned my hips as I bent before him. “I want to watch you cum again. You’re so beautiful when you lose yourself.”

I was nervous for a moment, but I strangely trusted him. We faced the mirror attached to the wardrobe Cal left ajar. He’d hung his tux and left it open, thankfully. I watched him press his cock gently inside me—all from this new angle—and settle his hands on my hips before plowing into me.