The Night Out

Content Warning: This story contains themes of control, dominance and submission dynamics, and public nudity.

She pushed through the door with fading strength, exhausted from a long and difficult day, the creaking of the older hinges mirroring the aches in her body. She dragged her feet over the threshold and fell back against the door, slumping against it and sliding partway down as she tried to close it with her weight. It didn't fully close, the latch making a scraping sound against the plate, but she still lurched forward and made her way slowly to the couch, dropping her bag and keys on the floor as she went. She collapsed onto the furniture with a heavy thump and pulled the nearby loose blanket over her fully clothed body.

She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then felt the weight of her eyelids push them closed. She lay that way for a few moments, nearly falling asleep at least twice before she heard his heavy footfalls coming from the bathroom. She probably would have heard his shower going, and when it had shut off, had she not been so tired from the workday. Lately, it felt like every day they had more work and less employees and somehow she always ended up picking up the slack. It was quickly getting old, but the money was good and they needed it.

Her eyes fluttered slowly open as she heard his chuckle as he sat on the arm of the couch near her head, his warm thigh mere inches from her sleepy face, just out of reach. She frowned sleepily with a small, frustrated grunt and he chuckled again, his hand, hot from the shower, gently pushing her hair back and caressing the edge of her face. She smiled and pulled the blanket tighter, fully prepared to pass out right there in his care, but frowned again when his words interjected: "No sleeping yet, little one, you've got plans this evening."

His voice was warm, but the words felt cruel, pulling her from her sanctuary and back to reality, back to plans.

She groaned and sat up with some effort, her work clothes rumpled and covered in small amounts of dog hair from the couch and blanket. He shifted his weight and slid down to the couch, pressing his body against her in a warm and deep embrace. The strength she felt in his arms forgave all of his sins (making her get up and follow through with her plans... extremely sinful) and she smiled again, shaking her head a little to wake up and get on with the evening.

She shifted her eyes and looked into his, deep and brown, kind and passionate, and she kissed him hard on the lips, her body awakening with desire and an almost magnetic charge pulling her against him. He returned the kiss and held her even closer, his body warming her through her clothes but making her hate that they were still on her body. Her hands shifted and moved from around his shoulders to try and reach between them, aiming to undo the buttons on her blouse. He clicked his tongue at her in reprimand and his hands closed over hers and held them fast, his eyes holding her attention. "Not yet, you have plans."

She pouted, her lip out in a somewhat childish gesture which she knew never really worked on him, but she always tried anyway. He laughed and broke the physical contact by pulling away and standing next to the couch. His nude body in the dim light of the single lamp teased her as he refused to take the bait she had offered. He held out his hand to her, like some Victorian or medieval gentleman in a silly, grand gesture and she took it with a giggle, moving from the couch to stand in the center of the room with him.

His eyes held her still again, locked her in place as she waited for the next step, not knowing exactly what he had planned, but having a general sense of how these things went. He held her left hand and slowly paced around her, somehow making her feel on display while he was the one fully exposed. He looked her up and down, made two circles around her, feigned a thoughtful pose and clicked his tongue. "Well, this will not do! We really must get you presentable!" He joked in an abysmal British accent, making her laugh with playful antics. She felt the slow trickle of heat to her groin as he continued his playful game, simultaneously making her feel comfortable and eager in anticipation of his next tease.

She watched his body as he moved in close to her, his hands still hot from the shower ran down her sides, framing her body before he began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. His eyes never strayed from her face as he pulled the two sides of her blouse apart, exposing her fair stomach and dark bra. The hunger in his eyes was there, she could see it just below the surface, and she knew that she could probably get him to give in to it if she really pushed. She arched her back slightly and pushed her chest out to him, and felt his strong hands press against the exposed sides of her abdomen. She pulled her shoulders slightly back and her breasts lifted in their bra, her slight cleavage moving closer to his face. For a moment she thought she had him, watched his eyes shoot down and briefly focus on that lovely line of her curves. However, he collected himself quickly and instead slid his hands gently up to her back, to the back of the bra, and deftly undid the hooks.

The weight was immediate. She felt them fall without support, his attention on her face, not on her falling breasts as they dropped against her chest with a near audible thump. Normally, he would have caught them, held them, or at least put his face below them so he could feel them slap against him. But this time his eyes still fixed on hers and his expression was one of mild amusement.

She found herself aching for him even more, the soreness from the dropping of her breasts only adding to her need as she felt and watched him work, his hands now moving to her skirt. She watched the hunger and restraint battle in his movements. Her mouth opened slightly, her breath coming in slow, shallow gasps that sped up with each second as he slowly undressed her. He was completely in control, and while at the beginning of this she may have been able to induce him to take her, now she couldn't even speak without him asking her to. She knew she was completely in his power and her pussy leaked, her breasts ached, and her throat tightened.

She felt one hand slide down the outside of her right thigh as the tight skirt fell away and the waist of her underwear lifted from her skin and slid down with it. She was naked, except for her glasses, standing in front of him as he held her in place with nothing but his intensity. She had felt cold moments before when she had stepped in the room, but now warm with her own desire and the heat radiating off of him, like the heat of a warm day.

He smiled, not the warm, pleasant smile of before, but an almost cruel grin of complete confidence and power. His left hand slid from her thigh and moved inward, gliding gently over her pubis before a hot finger slid lightly over her labia. She gasped deeply, barely able to hold her composure and posture as the lightning touch of his skin brought her closer to orgasm than she was prepared to be. She knew he wanted her still, and he held his finger patiently against her lips, with the weak pulse of the artery in his finger pounding against her labia as the sensitive organs begged for more.

He leaned forward, his heat tingling every nerve in the parts of her body that faced him. His lips gently brushed against her ear, making her skin prickle and form goosebumps from head to doe before a soft whisper sounded in her head as powerfully as a ship horn: "Don't move, little one." Her pussy gushed as she struggled to stay standing, not an orgasm but a deep release of fluid from her Bartholin glands, lubricating her vaginal opening by instinct, preparing for his cock to ram into her any second. She struggled to hold herself up straight, the muscles in her legs and back weakening at his ministrations. She grunted and willed herself to stand straight, her breasts bouncing with the tight movement and his eyes flickered for just a second to them, but then back to her face. He did have his weaknesses, she knew that, but his fallibility is what made his control so damn sexy... he was not a perfectly dominant person, she could tease at the edges, but he'd still win out, and she loved it.

He leaned back in and kissed her neck, the fiery sensation of pleasure and near pain from the soft but terribly hot lips burned through her body as an equally powerful sensation came up from her pussy as his finger slid slowly into her. She held still, her muscles tight and tense as the tip of his finger pushed past the opening of her vagina, sliding easily along the soaking flesh. He held her there, not with his hands or his weight, but with his will as he kissed her neck again and again, slowly working the muscles with his strong lips and the occasional nibble. His finger slowly, rhythmically slid in and out of her pussy, her wetness leaking in copious amounts down her legs and onto the floor.

He slid another finger in, and a third, rubbing in slight circles with his palm against her clit as his fingers worked inside of her. She breathed faster, having an ever harder time keeping her legs straight as her breasts heaved with each breath. She clenched her jaw hard, resisting what she knew was coming, trying to make this moment last as long as it could while her body fought her with every fiber. She felt his breath quicken against her neck as he kissed her harder, pain shooting through her neck as he bit down and thrust his fingers deeper, his knuckles stretching her opening with each entry. It was too much, she shook, held her breath, her muscles becoming iron bands stiff and clenched, and then cried out, her orgasm powerful and intense as he held her there with his teeth. Her wetness splashed onto the ground and a stream of spray soaked his hand and his leg behind it, covering him in her fluids and her desperate need.

She nearly fell when his teeth released and his hand retracted. She immediately felt unsteady, cold, and alone. Her eyes were shut but opened slowly, tentatively, afraid he had somehow disappeared, and she would be left in the emptiness of the room. But there he was, strong, her rock, with his hand and leg soaking in her hot juices and a look of sheer desire in his eyes. She wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and let him take her in every way imaginable.

Instead, he took her hand and held it to keep her upright while he picked the towel he had worn into the room off of the couch. He gently pressed the towel against her aching vulva, grinning a little as she flinched at material touching her sensitive skin. He then released her hand and slowly worked the towel down her leg, soaking up all of her juices and cleansing her skin with each gentle motion. He finished drying her but didn't then move to try himself, instead dropping the towel and standing, still covered in her, and taking her hand again.

With a bright smile he pulled on her gently, guiding her away. "C'mon, we have more to do." He said as he led her to their bedroom. Her face flushed as they headed toward the room where he had done so much to her and with her, and she hoped that he would take her in there to fill her at least more than once before she had to leave, though the thought was briefly soured by the fear that she might be late. She let the anxiety go and figured a few minutes over wouldn't hurt anyone, she also doubted she would have said no to even being an hour late, and so let the disturbing thought of missing her plans fade away.

And yet, instead of his strong arms pushing her to the bed once they entered the room and his very, very erect cock pounding into her like a jackhammer, he stopped before the bed and drew her eyes to it. It took her orgasm-addled brain a moment to understand that he wanted her to look and when she did, it only made not jumping him right then even harder. On the bed lay a long, slender green dress with thin straps and an open back, a black and white laced bra (probably a size too small, on purpose), a simple black thong with some text on it, and four condoms still in their wrappers. It paid to be prepared with her appetite. She felt the heat in her groin throb a little when she read the words on the thong: "Return full".

"Don't move." He said as he moved behind her, pressing up against her as he leaned forward, his hard cock against the top of her asscheeks, the heat and firmness feeling like a burning iron rod against her skin. She immediately arched her back and pressed her ass against him hard, her little hole puckering slightly and throbbing as it pressed against his shaft, somehow seeming just as desperate as her pussy. He laughed it off, but his cock definitely jumped at the overt invite from her body, and yet he refused to slide his cock in and pump her ass full of cum. How upsetting.

Instead, he reached past her, the weight of his body pressing him even harder against her, sliding over her incredibly sensitive skin, and teasing her relentlessly. He took the panties and slid away, kneeling down next to her, pressing his chest against the backs of her legs as he prompted her to lift a foot. She complied, and he slid the thong on and up her legs with a slow, deliberate, achingly hot motion that ended with a cruel snap of the thong against her desperate hole. She was dying here and he was intentionally making it worse, slowly sliding his hands on either side of her ribcage, running them hotly over her breasts and then quickly moving away as her gasp threatened to pull him into massaging them deeply. Instead he fastened her bra, gave them another squeeze to adjust them in the too-tight material that pushed her up and out..

Then came the dress, he knelt down again, making her step into it and pulling the silky material up over the curves of her legs, hips, stomach, and breasts, the soft texture driving her wild as it clung to her skin. He turned her and kissed her deeply, weakening her knees as he bent her back slightly in a minor dip as he reached for the condoms. His other hand supported her back and he held that position for a few seconds, savoring her quivering desire, before standing her back up. He released her from the kiss and led her by the hand again, her addled mind finally piecing together what was happening as he took her to the door. He grabbed her purse from the wall, a different one than the one she took to work, put the condoms in it, and then hung it over her shoulder as she stepped into the heels he'd laid out for her.

"You're not going to fill me?" She pouted, her voice sounding heartbroken as he slowly opened the door. "After." He said gently, the hunger in his voice barely contained. She knew he wanted to, more than almost anything, but tonight was her night and he was respecting that, and looking forward to taking her when she returned.

They walked over the driveway, she blushed a little as he stood with her outside, her dressed to the nines and him completely naked in the cool night of their little cul-de-sac. He seemed to enjoy this part, and it looked interestingly juxtaposed as if the power dynamic were reversed. She smiled despite her mild embarrassment and greater arousal, his body literally steaming with heat as he held her hand and brought her to the car. She almost lost her will again, almost threw him against the car and took his cum right there against the plan, but instead leaned in for a deep kiss, holding him for a moment in her love.

They held that kiss for almost a minute, more meaning that could have passed in a thousand words passed in that moment and when she pulled away her mind was peaceful, content, and she could see his was too. He opened the driver's side door to her car and gestured for her to enter, and she did so gracefully, her body moving smoothly into position and sliding the heels off so she could drive safely. He closed the door slowly and then pressed his weight against it to latch it as she started the car, lowering the window. He kissed her again, his lips still fire and lightning against hers.

"Enjoy, my love," he said with that gentle smile again. "I'll be here when you're done. Wake me when you get in." He stepped back and she put the car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway and shifting back into drive before turning her head back to him as she started to pull away. "I love you!" She shouted at him as she pulled away and heard his return call as the night closed around her.

The car flew down the narrow road leading toward the highway, her speed picking up with her excitement as she headed for her date with another. Another that she cared for and that he had encouraged her to see. Tonight would be wonderful.