Power Play - Roman Holiday Ch. 04

One of the beauties of a private airplane is availability. No working round anyone else's schedule, no waiting or delays. They leave when you decide they leave.

I woke up around 6 and got dressed. We were altering the schedule a little bit. I packed a few things in one of my bags and was preparing to go downstairs for a quick bite when I heard the unmistakable sound of an alarm going off. It was coming from Christy's room, and it was silenced rather quickly. That was the first time I'd heard her set an alarm, and it seemed to be early for us to leave at 7:30. I turned back to my luggage when I heard her voice from the door of my room. I turned to the sound and saw her, nude, save the light robe she had on that was fully opened, displaying her entire body.

"So what's it this morning, babe? Suck you off? Tit job again? Hand job? Here? In the shower? And what's up with you being dressed already?"

She caught me off guard with her directness. I appreciated how she knew what was expected and how she had shed her inhibitions of talking about sex.

"Something different this morning, babe," I replied. "We will take care of that in a little while. Why don't you go ahead and shower and we can get going. Make sure and wear that sundress that's packed there in your bags."

"Ok.... something different, huh? Alright."

"Also, pack some underwear, but don't put any on as we leave," I replied.

"Uhh... ok. No hints about what's happening?" I could tell she was desperate for some sense of control, even if that control meant preparing herself ahead of time for what was coming.

"Nope. But it will be a fun. Have any of my surprises not been fun?"

Silently, she shook her head and headed back into her room. I admired the view. Her body could still get me hard in a hurry. Her robe flowed behind her as she pivoted and stepped away. This was going to be fun.

I went downstairs and got some breakfast. Something fairly traditional for me as the Hotel understood how many Americans stayed with them and had some options that appealed to our culinary habits. I read the papers on my ipad, checking in on the events of the world and how my favorite sports teams were doing. Then I opened an email telling me what was going to be our plans for the day in Tuscany. Quick flight from Rome, only 180 miles, so barely up and down in the jet, then exploring Florence. Heck of a day planned, and it was going to start and end well, too. I knew that for sure.

Grabbing a pastry, I headed back up to the room. As I opened the door, Christy was sitting on the couch waiting. Perfectly attired in the sundress I had mentioned early. She had cute wedged heels, a soft sweater and a jaunty hat to complete the look of the cute tourist about town.

"I'm ready." I could tell she meant ready to go, but also ready to see what, when and how she would be fulfilling her obligations this morning

"Sweet, lets go." I handed her the pastries and grabbed my bag, She thanked me, picked up her bags, and followed me to the elevator.

"Is this it?" she asked. "Getting sucked in an elevator?" I was amused at how she was so concerned about the unknown of her morning.

"Nope." I decided to be as brief as possible. I was enjoying watching her squirm just a little bit. We exited the elevator and crossed the lobby, directly into the waiting SUV.

"Back seat of the car?" She glanced forward to the driver, who smiled at her in the mirror. "I had a lot to drink last night, but I'm pretty sure I flashed him, didn't I?

"You did. Yes, you did. But no, not the back of the car." I replied as the driver gave a knowing smile in the mirror.

"Hmmmph," was all the reaction I got. Christy's eyes were behind her shades and I figured the remnants of last night's alcohol were making the sun exceptionally bright.

We quickly moved through the early morning traffic to the airport, pulled up on the runway right to our waiting jet, and boarded. We were greeted by Lisa, the stewardess who had been with us on the flight over. What Christy didn't know is that Lisa was a little more than just a flight attendant and had been part of my planning all along.

We moved instinctively to the same seats we had on our trip over, mine facing the cabin and Christy's facing me. Lisa took her seat behind and offset from Christy, back right up against the cockpit area. The captain stepped out and confirmed our destination, gave us a few weather updates, and previewed the flight. Only 180 miles, we would barely get up to any altitude before it was time to land. Barely 45 minutes of flight time. That timing should be just about perfect, I thought.

We taxied to the correct runway and then accelerated up and into the early morning sky. As soon as we had achieved some semblance of balance, I began to unbuckle my seatbelt. I winked at Lisa, who smiled back. The fun was about to begin. I unbuttoned my pants, scooted them down some, and exposed my hardening dick. Christy had been sitting back with her eyes closed, but opened them and saw me across from her, exposed and aroused.

"Oh... on the plane again.... i should've known." She smiled, removed her hat, sweater and sunglasses, and them unbuckled her seatbelt.. She knew what to do and began to move towards me. Before she kneeled in front, I stopped her.

"Wait.... Lisa?" Christy froze and Lisa stepped up from her chair. She moved directly behind Christy. "Help Christy out of that dress, please sweetie."

I could see some confusion in her eyes as the young, lean Lisa reached forward and began to pull her sundress up. There was an initial appearance of reluctance, but she gave in and allowed Lisa to lift it up and over her head. Lisa's hands "accidentally" brushed Christy's body as the pulled the light fabric up. I had no idea how that made Christy feel. Lisa took the dress and began to neatly fold it.

"Thank you Lisa. Now, Christy... I believe you know what to do."

Christy paused in front of me and I took in all of her naked beauty. I had seen every inch of here repeatedly the last few days but it still grabbed my attention and made my bode twinge with excitement. I could look at those big titties all day long. So many people think that men are only attracted to tiny models or young "perfect" bodies. Yes, those are sexy, but I would take a real woman, with curves and softness, any day of the week.

Her hand grabbed ahold of my dick as she went to her knees. Her mouth instantly moved forward and began to envelope my hard cock. Amazing how in three short days she had become so much more proficient at fellatio. She was really good at it, changing pace and styles to build my excitement. She did not know she had help today.

I wasn't looking at Christy sucking my dick. Lisa had set down Christy's dress and sat back down in her seat. She had scooted her short skirt up to where the hemline was just below the bottom curve of her ass and was slowly spreading her legs. She exposed her perfectly waxed pussy and began to spread her lips with the index and middle fingers of her left hand. Her eyes were locked into mine as her right hand began to slowly move down to her exposed pussy. Her middle finger fount her clit and she began to slowly run it in a circular motion. The combination of Christy sucking my dick and watching Lisa pleasure herself was highly erotic and I could tell this was going to be an epic finish. I lifted my hand and waved Lisa towards us.

Christy was unaware. Her eyes were closed as she was working her mouth and hand up and down my cock. Lisa approached and knelt down beside her silently. She slowly lifted her hand and collected Christy's hair and held it behind her head. Christy's eyes immediately opened and she froze, my dick half in and half out of her mouth. She partially turned her head to the side and saw Lisa, beside her with her hair in Lisa's hands. Lisa smiled, holding her ponytail with her left hand and used her right hand to softly push Christy's head back down on my rod. Christy's eyes closed again and she began to move up and down again. Lisa switched hands, holding Christy's hair in her right hand and taking her left hand to gently stroke up and down Christy's spine. The soft touch was obviously electric as Christy began to moan softly. Christy increased her speed and her hand began to stroke me more vigorously. I made eye contact with Lisa and mouthed the word "close" and she nodded. Lisa moved her left hand down farther and began to squeeze Christy's ass, gently at first, then, as she saw me moving closer to climax, harder.

I hit the point where I was simply trying to hold off my orgasm as long as possible and nodded at Lisa. She released Christy's ponytail and moved her hand up on the top of her head. Christy was bobbing, sucking and twisting with all her might. Finally, I reached a point where I could hold off the inevitable no longer. With a primal grunt I pushed deep into Christy's mouth and released my cum. She tried to pull back, but Lisa held her head in place as I thrust several more times and, for the first time ever, ejaculated in Christy's mouth. As I finished, I slumped back into my seat.

Christy lifted her head up, her mouth open and all of my cum in a white, gooey mess on her tongue. She looked at me in a look that seemed like a cross between shock and panic. My cum began to drip out of her mouth, a small stream going over the left side of her lip, down her chin, and then dropping onto her tits. Lisa leaned forward, took her hand and extended her middle finger. She scooped up the cum of Christy's tit, then lifted her finger to her mouth and licked it off. All the while she never broke eye contact with Christy. She then extended her hand and delicately traced Christy's cheekbone and jaw line, covering both sides of her face before lifting the cum off her chin and up to her lips. She gave a smile as she lifted her hand and licked this cum as well. She gently lifted her hand up to Christy's face. Christy sat in stunned silence as Lisa slowly lifted her jaw, shutting her mouth. She smiled at Christy and quietly said, "Swallow"

Christy sat, frozen, for a few long seconds. Then, she obediently swallowed my cum. She continued to look at Lisa. Lisa leaned forward and extended her tongue as she came close to her face. She traced Christy's lips with her elegant tongue, licking up the drips of cum that remained. She then leaned in and gave her a soft, delicate kiss.

Christy looked at her, then to me in a face that could only be described as bewildered. Lisa helped her stand, her hands continuing to linger on Christy's body in a sensual touch in the best places. She sat Christy back down in her seat.

"Thank you, my dear. Thanks to both of you. That was exquisite," I said. "Now for part two."

Christy looked at me confused. Lisa kneeled down beside her.

"Open your legs."

Slowly, Christy complied and spread her legs. Her soft sweet pussy was dripping wet. Lisa helped open her legs and gently touched her inner thighs. It was easy to see that Christy was on fire.

"I've got something special for you today. Lisa, could you please?"

Lisa pulled out a vibrator. It was pink with a butterfly shape and then a phallic form that extended about 4 inches. Christy's eyes were wide. I know she had used a vibrator some while we were married and could only assume she had continued that after the divorce. But I could tell by the look I her eye she had never seen one like this.

"Lisa, please insert that vibrator in Christy."

Lisa smiled at me, then turned and smiled at Christy. Christy was still frozen, but her eyes never left our flight attendant. Lisa, very seductively, stroked Christy's inner thighs as she moved the vibrator toward her eager pussy. Lisa used her free hand to softly and tenderly pull open Christy's labia. I'm fairly sure it was the first time another woman had ever touched her private parts and, judging by the flaming pink color of her exposed vaginal canal and the copious amounts of lubrication she was producing, she didn't hate it.

Lisa kept eye contact with Christy as she slowly inserted the vibrator. The extension went into her pussy, with the bulbous end positioned right at her G spot. The butterfly shape of the front part surrounded her outer lips, with the wings encasing the lips of the labia and the head positioned right at the clitoris. When it was in position, Lisa pulled back, dragging her nails down Christy's inner thighs as she pulled away.

Christy looked at me. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my jeans that lay on the floor and opened an app.

"This app allows me to control that vibrator." With that simple statement, I ran my finger across the screen of my iphone. That movement on the app triggered a ripple of sensations on the vibrator. The wings of the butterfly buzzed, tickling the outer lips of Christy's pussy. The head began to vibrate rapidly, stimulating her clitoris, and the inserted probe massaged her G Spot.

Instantly, Christy's eyes widened in shock at the amazing pleasure she was feeling, then rolled back in her head. Her breathing became shallow and her body began to writhe as the pleasure lifted her towards orgasm.

At this point, I turned off the app. The buzzing and massaging quit. Christy froze, just as seconds from release her stimulation disappeared. A ravenous mixture of desire, frustration and anger swept her face. She looked at me pleadingly and begged.

"Please... please... I'm so close. Turn it back on.... Please.... God, Scott... please...."

I looked at her and smiled. "Not right now, baby. But you will be feeling it throughout the day. And I promise, I'll let you finish before the day is over. I believe they call this "edging" and you'll love the release when it comes." I giggled at the play on words. "Or when YOU cum."

Lisa returned with a beautiful pair of thong panties. She bent down in front of Christy and began to help her get into them.

"These will help keep our little toy on place. What a day we are going to have!"

Christy lifted her hips, sliding the panties up over her hips and sat back down in the seat. I did love looking at her body. I loved her breasts for so many reasons, but one of the best parts was seeing how her nipples hardened an areolas' shrank up and tightened as she became aroused. As she sat in front of me now, her nipples began to soften and her areola expand as she came down from the excitement. Lisa stood up and walked by me. I stopped her, motioned for her to come down, and kissed her on her mouth. The kiss was soft and sensual.

"Thanks for the help today, baby." I looked back and saw the wheels turning in Christy's mind as she tried to figure out my relationship with Lisa. Actually, she was probably trying to figure out a lot of things, I guessed. Who was Lisa? Why she had "participated"? Why had another woman turned her on like that? Why hadn't I finished her earlier? What did the rest of the day hold?

Lots of questions. I had most of the answers, but I wasn't sharing them right now. I simply pulled my pants back up, zipped and buttoned them, and laid back to relax the last 10 minutes of the flight. Florence was going to be fun.

We touched down shortly and I opened my eyes. Christy was still sitting in front of me, nude except for her thong and shoes. I wanted to reach over and squeeze her tit to wake her, but remembered the remote I had in my hand. I simply ran my finger across the screen of my phone few times and watched the gentle vibration in her groin. Immediately she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Hey babe... we just landed. You probably want to get your dress on, we've got some amazing things to see today!" With that I walked past her and bounded down the opened door. A few minutes later Christy appeared at the top of the stairs and exited the plane. She looked at me with a look of frustration and possibly contempt. Ironic, I thought. It's no fun to not be able to get a sexual release, isn't it? The internal resentment from the latter years of her sexual neglect began to move to the forefront of my mind. I tried to push it back. Yes, I wanted her to suffer a little, but in a good way. I had promised there would be a payoff, and there would. I couldn't leave her all wound up all day. I'd find the right time.

We wasted no time, hopping into the waiting SUV and driving to the Uffizi gallery. It was home to many of the most famous paintings of the Renaissance. Works of da Vinci, Botticelli and Michelangelo.... paintings, and sculptures. Seeing so many amazing things in person that we had only seen in pictures was incredible. Christy slowly forgave my teasing from the morning. After looking at the gallery for around 2 hours, we came to a particular piece that she seemed enamored with. As she examined the painting closely, I decided it was time to reassert some control. I pulled out my phone, opened the appropriate app, and gave her inserted vibrator a little movement. Her eyes instantly flashed as her body began to tingle. She cut her eyes to me, making contact, and I smiled as I increased the intensity of her stimulation. She moved, awkwardly pulling her upper thighs together and twisting her legs in what I assumed to be a combination of uncontrollable reaction and an attempt to seem normal. I smiled as she leaned against a wall, her body contorting unconsciously. Her eyes closed and her breathing begin to be short and shallow. Despite the public location, she was oblivious to the world around her. Watching the pace of her breathing, I could tell she close to a climax.

So I stopped the stimulation. As Christy's eyes darted to me there was a flash of conflicting emotions in them. On one hand, she was thankful that she was no longer experiencing such an intense sexual feeling in public. On the other hand, she desperately wanted to finish. With each moment that brought her up, the buildup grew more intense and her need for release grew more intense as well. As she regained control a small smile crept across her face.

"You're enjoying this a little too much, Scott."

I feigned ignorance. "Why, Christy... I have no idea what you are talking about." We continued to examine the exhibits of the museum, eventually following our guide out into the city streets of Florence. The old world charm of the city, it's stunning architecture and rich history engulfed us throughout the day. A couple of more moments I gave Christy a little buzz, but never to the point it had reached earlier.

Our guide led us to a beautiful and secluded sandwich shop where we decided to rest and enjoy an afternoon snack. As Christy stood in front of me, I couldn't resist playing with her. I opened the app on my phone and as she ordered from the counter I activated her vibrator. I watched from behind as her voice became slightly elevated and she seemed to lose her focus. I placed my hand on her ass, gently touching her buttock with only the thin material of her sundress between my hand and her body. She squirmed, somewhat awkward, but controlled because she didn't want everyone to know what was going on. She stepped to the side and I moved forward to the counter and placed my order. As she stood to the side I continued my remote onslaught, the internal shaft of the vibrator attacking her G spot with a rising and falling series of pulses while the butterfly wings and face matched the rhythm while stimulating her labia and clitoris.

We moved toward a seat, towards the back of the outdoor seating and as remote as possible. There were still people nearby, but we were not exposed to the entire city street. As we took our seats, Christy looked at me with fire in her eyes.

"That's fucking enough," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I was stunned. She had my attention.

"I'm about to lose my mind. Either let me finish or leave that damn thing off. Any more of this on again off again and never let it get there and I'm going to lose my mind. You're going to be responsible for an international incident when I snap and kill some random person here on the streets of Florence."

There was a husky urgency and desperation that permeated her tone and her words. Perhaps I had teased her too much. But I could fix that.

"Ok... ok... you're right. Probably got a little carried away with the teasing. I can see your frustration. So I'll let you pick. I can finish you right here and now, or we can wait until this evening when we get back to the room. You decide. I'm good either way."


"If I say wait until tonight will you keep torturing me with that damn app?"

"Absolutely not. If you say wait, we are done for the next four or five hours."

"Four hours? I don't know if I can wait that long. But where would we go if I wanted to do it now?"

"Right here. I'll have you over the moon while we enjoy the fresh air and the Italian flair."


I could see the conflict in her eyes. But eventually the lust in her loins won over her fear of being seen. "Do it. Do it now," she commanded.

"You do know you might be seen, right?"

"Fucking do it right now!" she said with a forceful whisper.

"As you wish, m'lady." With that I ramped up the intensity on the app. I built up the frequency, then walked it back down, with each wave watching Christy inch closer to ecstasy. It didn't take long for her to reach a point where her orgasm was imminent. Her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy and her hands had a death grip on the table between us.

At this moment our waitress walked up with our sandwiches. Christy was unaware. As she sat the sandwiches down, she looked at me and asked if we needed anything else. At this exact moment, Christy, totally oblivious, let out a guttural "yes". It wasn't loud, it wasn't bold, but it was primal. Her reaction to her growing pleasure coming out at the exact wrong time.

"What could I bring you, ma'am?" asked the waitress.

This direct question caught Christy's attention, and she looked to the waitress. Her hands still clamped on the table, her upper body tense and taut, she spoke politely, but firmly. "Nothing. Go." The waitress left, confused by the exchange, no doubt chalking it up to the oddities of Americans. Christy then turned her gaze to me and gave the same one syllable command to me. "Go"

The urgency of her voice and the raw animalism of her look was all of the encouragement I needed. I continued to build her stimulation, watching her breathing and actions for clues as to how close she was to orgasm. It didn't take long. Within a minute it was obvious to me she was ready to blow. Her hands gripped the table with a strength that I didn't know she possessed as he entire body tensed. She did an amazing job of not making any loud noises that would have given away what she was experiencing. And then it hit. Her breathing basically stopped, her entire body -- every muscle -- tensed for a few seconds. The release followed right after. Literally every bit of tension left her body. She loosened the grip on the table and slumped back into the chair. I killed the stimulation and let the bliss sweep over her body. After a minute she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me with a mix of joy and relief. Her eyes darted around, looking and wondering if anyone had witnessed her moment of release.

"Pretty sure no one saw you, except maybe our waitress. She's been watching since you sent her away from the table."

Slowly, Christy turned and looked over her shoulder and was met with an awkward, but seemingly knowing gaze from our server. She looked back at me. The smile on her face was a mile wide.

"Oh well. I don't care. God that was amazing. I've needed that since we got on the plane. You're an ass for keeping me hanging like that!"

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. And from where I'm sitting it seemed the payoff was worth it."

"Yes it was." She slowly took a sip of water and picked up her sandwich. "Yes it was."

The rest of the afternoon was spent enjoying the city of Florence. Such a rich history and vibrant community made the day magical. A lifetime of expectations was met as we explored the beautiful city. Eventually we made our way to a small villa that I had arranged for our lodging for the evening. The views were amazing. We looked out of the open windows in the open living area which looked over the city. The white buildings stretched on for miles and miles and the rust red roofs created an image that was unique to northern Italy. From the windows on the other side of the house, looking to the outside of the city from the bedrooms, the green pastures and mountains in the distance were simply breathtaking. Christy was stunned by the beauty and could not contain her excitement. She bounced from room to room, overwhelmed by the views and the incredible villa she was in. Eventually she came back to her senses and realized she was hungry.

"So what are the dinner plans? Where are we headed tonight?" she asked.

"Nowhere. We will be dining here in the villa. The staff should be showing up shortly. Why don't you go and take bath and relax and we will be ready to eat shortly." With that Christy giddily left towards the bedroom and into the bath. A stand alone, large, tub dominated the bathroom and she immediately began to run the water. My attention was diverted by the arrival of the kitchen staff. They immediately took of the kitchen and dove into preparing a three course meal fit for a king.

I retreated to my room and cranked up the shower. I enjoyed the steam as the water pulsed across my body and I leisurely cleaned myself up. After exiting the shower I shaved, fixed my hair and got dressed. Tonight was a beautiful linen sportcoat, comfortable slacks and a great button up shirt with no tie. As I exited into the main part of the villa I was immediately aware of the amazing smells floating through the room. As I took in the smells, I noticed Christy to the side. She was stunning. Wearing a soft, flowing navy dress that clung to her bosom before flaring out, she already had a glass of wine in her hands.

"I was beginning to wonder about you," she said. "Can't believe the smells didn't have you out here sooner. Its amazing!"

I joined her and we walked to the table. I pulled out her chair and sat her. The table had been moved to the window so that we could take in the sunset and watch the city come alive at night. Our chef brought us our first course. We started with a Panzanella, a bread salad of onions and tomatoes and greens. The olive oil dressing was perfect and the flavors exploded in our mouths. The vegetables were so fresh and delicious. As we ate we talked, describing all of the amazing sights we had seen today and sharing our favorite moments. The salads were removed and the second course was presented. Pappardelle alla lepre. Pappardelle, a wide hand made pasta, served with a hare Bolognese. Carrots, celery, onion red wine basted the hare and it was exquisite. Neither of us had every had hare before and we were shocked by how tasty it was. The pasta was simply the most amazing pasta I had ever tasted. It was literally indescribable. Finally, the main course. Bistecca alla Fiorentina, a staple of the region. It was T bone steak seasoned with salt, black pepper, herb brushed olive oil that was sliced table side. Cooked rare it was amazing. We were from Oklahoma, so we've had a few great steaks in our life, but this was a unique and different. The conversation continued to flow and we had one of the greatest dinners we had ever enjoyed. The wind flowed, the conversation flowed and the night was simply perfect. The staff began to come and get the dishes and we moved to the living area as they cleaned off the table. She did not even realize the cameras that were being set from various angles around the room.

"That was amazing. I've never had a better meal."

I couldn't agree more, "you are so right. That was delicious." I refilled her wine class and then helped escort the staff out. Returning to the living area I could see that the setting, the mood, the food and the wine had all come together. Christy had definitive "Come hither" look in her eyes.

"So its just us.... Whatever shall we do?"

I had a few ideas. "First, you're going to go change out of that dress into tonight's outfit."

"Don't you mean lingerie?"

"You haven't seen what I packed yet, have you. Its really not lingerie. And also, you will do whatever I say, do you understand?"

"Well... I'm intrigued," she said as she exited the room. I slipped out of my jacket, shirt and slacks. I kept my silk boxers on, but the anticipation had already given me a partial erection. It didn't stay partial very long.

Christy came in the room in my special outfit. It was a body chain. The small jewels cam around her neck and went down and encircled her massive breasts, exposing her hardened nipples and dark areoles. Below that were three spaced chains, draped across her midsection. The lowest of them was just below her belly button. From the edges of the lowest chain separate chains went down, one going to the left inner thigh and one to the right. The came up the backside, framing her ass and reconnecting to the edge of the second chain. She had navy stiletto heels to complete the ensemble. She was quite literally stunning and my body showed its approval.

"So... what are you going to do to me?" she asked coyly.

"First, you are going to be quiet and not speak unless I ask you to. And what am I going to do to you?" I let that phrase linger

Tonight was going to be just that. I was going to do things to her. I grabbed her arm and somewhat forcefully led her to the recently cleaned table. I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table. Reaching down, I spread her legs and held them wide open, looking at her pussy intently. The chains ran down and sat on either side of her labia before cutting back up to her ass. I held her legs open with my hands on her thighs.

"I.... am going ..... to pound ...... you ...... in...... to.......... submission."

With that statement I pushed down my boxers, letting my rock hard dick free. I pushed her legs open again and lined my shaft up directly in front of her pussy, which was a flaming pink color and dripping with moisture. Christy was propped up on her elbows, which gave out as I drove my cock to the depths of her cunt. She gasped as my hilt reached her cervix. I looked down and watched as I drove my shaft into her pussy, her deep pink, wet lips engulfing me with every thrust. My thrusts were controlled, yet dominating. A fast, forceful, deep plunge into the depths of her sex followed by a slow, patient withdrawal. I pulled out until the head of my dick was almost fully free of her vagina, waited with just centimeters of my cock still within the inner labia folds for a few teasing seconds, then slammed by hilt in to the very limits of her body. Then I slowly repeated the process. Each violent thrust was rewarded with a guttural moan from her body. Her eyes had long since rolled back into her and she was overwhelmed by my attack on her body.

"You are mine," I said, followed by a violent thrust of my rod deep into her body, as if to accentuate the point. Again, I slowly withdrew to the very tip, before ramming into her forcefully again.

"Mine."

With that I withdrew my member and reached down, grabbing her left arm and pulling her body forward. In one motion, I pulled her arm across my body, spinning her quickly. I moved directly into her, my chest coming into contact with her back, my erect dick pushing into her lower back and the top of her ass. I used my left arm to grab her shoulder as my right hand reached around and took her right tit into my hand. I squeezed quickly and with some force, enough to illicit a quick response.

"Hey," she protested, "not so rou..."

I didn't let her finish the word. I knew it was rough. And so was the force with which I pushed her face first down to the table. Her huge melons squished out as I held her upper body down with my left hand. I used my foot to spread her feet apart and my right hand to find and force two fingers into her wetness. I withdrew the fingers and rubbed the moistness onto my still hard cock.

"Quiet. I'll be rough if I want to be," I said as I lined my self up and drove my dick into her exposed pussy. Christy gasped as I pushed to the depths of her vagina and resumed by process of slow withdrawal and aggressive, strong, quick thrusts. Her whimper was a mixture of pain, excitement and a sense of surrender. I was in a position of complete and utter control, her body pinned down on the table, her face turned to the left with her right cheek laying on the table as her eyes closed. Her mouth was open, panting with each thrust and her arms spread across the table in opposite directions. Her entire body was powerless to stop by thrusts.

Slowly I quickened my pace, little by little, like the piston of a car slowly accelerating. My left hand and arm still pinning her upper body to the table while my right had grabbed and squeezed her right ass cheek. The thrusts just as strong and powerful, the withdrawals quicker and with less time between. I began to feel the orgasm I desired stirring in my body and I responded with ever faster thrusts. As I continued to assault her pussy her moans became more pronounced, louder, literally cries of dancing the line between passion, pleasure and pain. My body started to quiver as the release I was desperately needing was beginning to bubble within me. I released her back with my left hand and grabbed both sides of her hips and pulled her body back in rhythm with my thrusts. The explosion of my orgasm caused me to let out a guttural scream, blending in with her higher pitched yells as my cum shot into her body. I pulled back after the first explosion and drove in again as my second stream of semen flew deep into her canal. I repeated the process several more times as my spunk was ejected with decreasing power and force.

Slowly, I withdrew my cock. Christy, began to rise, but I pushed her back down.

"Don't move."

I withdrew my dick and laid it on the left cheek of her ass. I used her ass to clean myself while she lay obediently on the table.

"Did you like being taken like that? Used like a whore?" I wasn't sure where the almost angry tone of my voice was coming from, but I could not stop it either.

She hesitated, her eyes still closed, right side of her face still down against the table and her eyes closed. "I.... I..... did."

I don't think she believed she was saying it, and I was equally surprised. But she had enjoyed being dominated. Her voice was quivering, but she could not stop the words. "I.... I came so hard..... I.... I..... I know I enjoyed it". She seemed almost embarrassed to admit she had climaxed.

"Excuse me," I quickly said. "I believe you were given the option to finish tonight or in the cafe. And you chose the cafe, did you not."

Quietly she replied, "yes I did."

"Did I do what I said and help you cum there?"

"Yes."

"You mean, Yes SIR." I replied. I was going to push this.

"Yes..... Sir"

"And did you ask if you could cum again, or jus too what you wanted to do?"

"I... I couldn't stop it... it just happened.."

"So you did it on you own." I placed my hand on her right ass cheek. "I believe you should be punished, don't you? For stealing an extra orgasm from me"

There was a pause, but eventually she found her voice. "Yes." I paused and she processed what was missing. "Yes, sir."

"Good." With that, I lifted my right hand and spanked her right across her ass. She let out a welp, but I did not stop. I raised it again and brought it down hard, my open palm making a loud clap as I hit her ass. The soft, smooth skin rippled in response to my hand. She elped again.

"How good was your orgasm? Was it amazing?"

"Yes, sir."

"Does it deserve one more spanking?"

She hesitated.... I know she was unsure what answer I wanted. To be honest, I didn't know either. Finally she said, "Yes, sir."

I raised up and her ass tightened in anticipation. I brought my hand down, much slower and with less force than the first two. Her ass absorbed the blow, then relaxed.

"Don't move," I instructed her. I went off to the side room and returned with my camera. The light in the room from the candles, the villa, the beautiful table... it all combined to create a backdrop I couldn't resist. In the middle this amazing backdrop Christy lay open and exposed, her legs spread, her feet in designer navy heels, the chains of her body chain glistening as the came from the interior of her crotch and up to attach to the chains across her middle. My hand had left a print on her right as cheek and her pussy was fully exposed. The evidence of her wetness was everywhere, from thigh to thigh, a her lips were still gaping open, exposing the deep hues of her inner canal. The piece de resistance was my cum, white and thick, slowly leaving her shimmering pussy, clinging to the outer lips of her labia, as several drips succumbed to gravity and fell to the floor.

I snapped picture after picture, memorializing my conquest. Finding a comfy chair, I slouched back and stared at the sight before me. My ex wife, the one who had manipulated me with sex during our marriage and used it as a weapon in our divorce, was bent over a table, exposed and leaking my cum, unable, or maybe unwilling, to move until I said it was ok. From feeling powerless and controlled by that pussy that now stared at me, dripping the evidence of my orgasm, awaiting my permission to move, to being in total control. My how the tables had turned.

I got up and walked over to her and gently caressed her exposed ass. I ran my hand along both cheeks then up her back and gently tossed her hair. She opened her eye and looked up at me.

"I'm headed to shower and bed. You can do the same. I'll see you in the morning." With that I turned and strode down the hallway to my room. Tomorrow, and its surprises, would be here soon enough.