Birth of an Empire

-The further adventures of a pathetic young man, who's darker
side takes over. Once unleashed this predatory part of him starts
taking what it wants. Nothing can stand in its way. After having
a "nice and romantic" diner the night before, the young man wakes
up and starts back where he left off. As they get ready for work,
his relationship with his boss-turned-sexual-plaything seems to
becoming something that neither of them would have thought.
(Mdom/F, oral, ws,)-
Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)

Chapter 3

      I come instantly awake. My ex-boss, and now sexual
plaything, is stirring in my arms. I can feel she is trying to
slide out of my embrace, without waking me. I feign sleep through
squinted eyes, as she slowly slips out of my grasp and off the
bed.
      Standing next to the bed for a few minutes, she watches me
sleep. I imagine her grabbing a pillow and slowly lowering it
over my face.
      But I am not sure what she will really do, so am ready for
anything.
      Slowly she reaches down.
      I tense ready to grab her.
      Her hand descends down and grabs the blanket. She carefully
lifts it up and recovers me to my shoulders. Then turns and walks
out of the room, still naked.
      Now that she is out of the room, I look at my watch. It is
about 9 am. The pizza shop does not open until 10, and she
never shows up sooner than 11. I am the one who normally opens up
the shop, and the only one dumb enough to show up at 10. But I
just lay there in bed, once more wondering what she will do, and
more importantly what I will do. I can hear her moving around in
the kitchen. Cupboards open and close. Soon enough I can smell
coffee brewing. I have never been one to need a cup of coffee to
start my day, in fact I purposely do not drink it in the morning
so I do not become reliant or addicted to it. I hear the
refrigerator door open and close.  Followed by the clicking of
the gas stovetop lighting a burner. A few moments pass and I
smell and hear bacon sizzling on a frying pan, and eggs being
cooked. But I just lay there in her bed.
      A short while later, I hear her walk back into the bedroom.
I am still feigning sleep. She softly walks towards me and places
her arm on my shoulder, to gently wake me. My eyes suddenly shoot
open and I grab her arm. This causes her to involuntarily gasp
and step back. I let go of her arm and I just smile at her,
chuckling to myself.
      Once she gets her composure back she, and gives me a dirty
look, she tells me I made breakfast. We need to be at the shop
in half an hour, so you better get up.
      I can tell you are trying to butter me up. You want me to
open the shop for you. Or at least just get on my good side. You
still think you can control me. You cannot. I say, as I fake a
yawn and stretch, pushing the covers off me. She has put a robe
on, but I am still naked. Her eyes drift down to my cock. She is
staring at it transfixed. I snap her out of it by saying, I do
not normally eat breakfast. But I will make you a deal. I will
eat your breakfast and play nice. Even go with you to open up the
shop. On one condition, I would like to wake up to a nice blow
job.
      Her eyes go from my face and back to my cock. Anger boils
behind her face. Her eyes narrow as if she is about to start
screaming.
      I just stare at her with a cocky smile and raise my
eyebrows with an unspoken, What will it be?
      Reluctantly she sits down on the bed. I lean back into the
pillow, propping my arms behind my head. Now making lewd and
suggestive gestures with my eyebrow, she looks at me with
disgust, as she takes my cock into her hands. It is already hard
from morning wood, so she quickly leans down and takes it in her
mouth.
      I give a contented sigh and mutter Ah this is the life.
      She once more shoots daggers at me. Getting straight to
business though, she takes my cock deep into her throat. I can
tell she wants to get this over with quick. She cups my balls
with one of her hands, and gently messages them. Her tongue works
the base of my cock and works its way to my head, as she slowly
bobs up and down.
      Finding a rhythm I allow myself to bask in the pleasure. I
soon come to my peak, exploding in her mouth.
      Staring right into my eyes she swallows it all down without
a word. The moment the torrent turns to a drizzle, she lets my
limp cock fall out of her mouth and stands up, whipping her mouth
on the sleeve of her robe.
      Well breakfast awaits, my dear. I say with a twisted
smile. I stand up and start for the door. As I pass her, I
whisper into her ear Hope that did not ruin your appetite. I
cannot keep a straight face as I say this, it is just so cheesy.
I laugh my way out into the hallway. My smile grows even wider as
I hear a bemused snort coming from the bedroom, right before she
walks follows me into the hall.
      When I see the dinner table set with only one place, I look
over at my ex-boss. Raising an eyebrow, in a hard voice I accuse
What, you poison the food or something?
      She is taken aback by this. Her eyes open real wide with
fear.
      I turn toward her with murder in my eyes.
      She stumbles back, stuttering and trying to get away. She
stammers Nnnno. I Jujujust ffffigured yyyou mmmight wwwannt
      I cut her off before she could butcher that anymore.
Smiling to her I laugh, I was only joking. But since clearly we
both do not normally eat breakfast, I think we shall split this.
      Realizing that there is no real danger her fear turns to
anger. With a very put upon tone she states, Fine. Lets get
this over with. And starts for the chair on the other side of
the table.
      But before she can make it, I grab her arm. Looking into
her eyes I say No I think I am going to feed you myself.
      A look of confusion washes over her face. She opens her
mouth to say something.
      I cut her off once more. On your knees. I command,
pulling down on her arm.
      Watching me carefully she complies. Once down, she starts
to object once more.
      Letting go of her arm, I quickly pick up the fork, scoop up
some eggs and shove them into her mouth before she can complete
her bitching.
      She bites down in surprise, and narrows her eyes at me.
Chewing the eggs and quickly swallowing.
      I watch her as I take a bite of egg for myself. And before
she can start in again, I cut off some bacon and sweep it up with
some egg. Making that little baby airplane noise I zoom the fork
down to the beautiful kneeling woman next to me.
      She looks at me with venom, and refuses to open up.
      With a patronizing smile, I baby talk Here comes the
plane. Open up the hanger. The fork swoops down toward her
mouth, but she still will not open. So I just drop the eggs and
bacon right on her face.
      Her mouth opens in a gasp as her hands come up to wipe the
food from her face.
      I act indifferent to her, taking a bite of my own. Looking
back down at her I ask You ready to eat? Or are you going to act
like a stubborn little child?
      She gives an exasperated sigh. Im acting childish? She
mutters under her breath, assuming I cannot hear her. Then
opening her mouth wide and rolling her eyes, she waits for me.
      I do not let her down. I carefully feed her, making sure it
is as messy as possible. Smiling down I ask There. Now is not
that much better?
      She allows me to feed her the rest of the meal without any
problems. It is a pretty nice breakfast, made all the better by
the fact I was able to humiliate her like that. By the time the
plate is empty her face is covered in greasy eggs and bacon.
      I am going to take a shower. Wash your filth off me. She
says, standing up. Without giving me a second glance, she walks
out of the dining room.
      I give her a few minutes before I get up myself. I hear the
water running, as I walk into the kitchen, once more dropping my
plate in the sink. I pour another glass of the cranberry juice
from last night. After the cup is finished I decide it is time
that I take a shower as well. I follow the noise of the water,
until I find her bathroom. I slowly and silently ease the door
open. Behind the shower curtain I can see she is facing the other
way. Without making a sound, I sneak up and quickly jump into the
shower. I grab her, pulling her to me, as she screams in
surprise.
      Spinning around she gives me a shove she yells, Cant I
even have a minute alone? She puts her hand on her hip and looks
at me sternly.
      I just smile back leaning against the back of the shower.
Nope, does not look like you can. I tell her. Pushing myself
off the wall I move closer to her, as she backs up. But am I
really all that bad? I ask, with the wolfish grin becoming even
more predatory.
      Yes. Yes, you are. She says as she swats at me. But she
says it with a smile.
      I have kept creeping forward, and by now her back is up
against the other wall. The water sprays down on me, as I
continue forward. I feel her shiver, as I engulf her in my arms.
My hands slide around her body down to her ass. I give it a nice
squeeze, before I grab for the soap right behind her. Stepping
back, I lather up my hands and stare into her eyes. Where you
want me to wash you first? I ask with a lewd smile.
      Blinking a couple times, she stares at my soapy hands.
Finally after a few moments she turns around and mumbles My
back.
      I work my soap covered hands all over her back, making sure
not to miss a spot. Then working my way up, I massage the soap
into her neck and shoulders.
      She leans closer into me, as I do. Giving a relaxed sigh
she lets her guard down and enjoys the massage. I have noticed
you have been a lot more talkative this morning. She sighs out
with a smile.
      Yes, and I noticed that you have been a lot more acceptive
of my advances this morning. I respond, as I slowly work my way
down and then back up her arms.
      I red blush radiates down her skin. It seems I have hit a
nerve. A silence falls over us.
      I draw her closer to me, as my hands find their way to her
chest. I lather up her breasts, as she moans. As I pass over her
nipples I grab on to them, giving them a twist. My hard cock is
pressed jutting up between us, and has found its way into the
crack of her ass. I have been holding my bladder all morning.
Pulling her hard to me, I nibble on her ear and let my bladder
go. She struggles in my arms as the hot liquid flows between us.
I whisper into her ear, in- between nibbles, I have to mark you
as my territory. We do not want any other men to claim you now,
do we? I laugh as I continue my massaging of her chest and the
flow slows down to a trickle. When it finally stops, I let go of
her.
      She once more spins on me with an angry look in her eyes. I
just smile back at her. She grabs the soap from my hand, and
lathers up her own hands. Without a word from me, she starts to
rub her hands on my chest. She works her way up and down my arms.
Pressing her breasts into my chest, as she reaches around to soap
my back. A sudden smile comes across her face, and her arms press
me in even tighter.
      An abrupt flow of hot liquid hits my penis. My smile mimics
hers as my arms cradle her head and draw her to me for a
passionate kiss. Her petty show of revenge has sparked something
inside of me. Spark a bestial passion within me. The hot shower
water and her piss flow down our bodies as we are locked in a mad
duel of our tongues. In the end the need for breath overtakes us
both and our mouths must part. We both pant as we stare into each
others eyes. There is a hunger in her stare, a need. She wants
me. I guess I have sparked an equally bestial passion in her.
Still panting, my hands move down to her waist. Picking her up, I
surge forward slamming my cock into her, at the same time I
slammed her against the wall. I build a mad pace, thrusting into
her hard and fast.
      I can feel her thrust back into me as hard as she can. With
each thrust she gives out an animalistic grunt of pleasure.
Lifting her legs up and wrapping around me, she pulls me in
deeper. She now starts talking dirty to me. Screaming, Thats
right pound me good and hard! I have been such a dirty bitch, and
I need you to punish me! Take all your frustration out on me! I
deserve it! I am just a whore!
      I allow all my anger and frustrations go into my thrusting;
giving each thrust power I never knew I possessed. I can feel the
thundering shock as her back hits the wall behind her. It must be
hurting her, but I do not care. The thrill and pleasure, is all
that matters. Pounding this fucking whore that has been the bane
of my existence for so long, is all that matters. No longer
holding my urges back, is all that matters.
      The world suddenly fades and my senses become duller, as I
feel molten pleasure building in my balls. My cock seems to be
engulfed in flames as the sum rushes out and into her womb. I had
never felt anything like it before. I almost lost consciousness
as the pleasure rocked through me. My sperm just kept flowing and
flowing, seemingly unending. My legs became weak, and I almost
fall from our combined weights.
      As the first burst of my semen hit the back of her cunt, a
window shattering scream of ecstasy floods out of my ex-boss
mouth. The world shattering orgasm consumes her as well. Her
nails dig into my back, and I feel blood start to flow, to be
washed down the drain. We are both locked into the overwhelming
stimulation, holding on for dear life to one another. I am not
sure how I kept us up right.
      The next thing I know there is cold water raining down on
us. We have been in the shower so long we have used up the last
of the hot water. Quickly we rinse off, both of us woozy. She
seems even more so then I, so I help her out of the shower. She
looks out of it, as I towel her down. Her eyes have a distant
stare. When we are both dry, I scuttle her to the bedroom and
push her toward her closet. Hurry up and get dressed, you need
to open up the shop and make me some money. I tell her as I pick
up my own clothes and slip them back on. Once dressed, I wait
until I am sure she is dressing herself, before I leave the room
and wait for her in the living room. I look at my watch and it is
already 11:08. Hopefully one of the cooks has shown up and at
least turned on the ovens. I think to myself as I wait for my
boss-turned- sex-slave to get dressed.
      When she walks back into the living room she looks her old
self again. Frowning at me, as if I was the one holding her up.
Well, I guess I was. We rush out the door, and she hurries to her
car.
      No, we are going to take my car. I say over my shoulder,
as I unlock the drivers side door.
      She once again gives me a venomous look as she walks over
to my passenger side door.
      I smile up at her as I lean over to unlock it. She climbs
in and turns away from me, looking out the window at nothing.
Well I guess you have quite a bit to think on now. I say with a
wolfish grin. I too am soon lost in thought, thinking about my
new and bright future. I start up the car and pull away from the
curb.
      To be Continued 
