One Word She'd Never Heard

I looked myself over in the mirror, turning slowly to take in how my outfit accentuated my curves. A black and white top with a black skirt that was just the right length to tease while still looking powerful. If boardroom sexy could be called a style, it was my go-to. I loved the subconscious effect it had on men. It told them I was hot, fucking hot, but also not a bitch to be trifled with. My new date wasn't gonna know what hit him, I thought smiling.

He'd asked me out a few days ago. Right in front of the guy I was currently seeing, no less. He had some balls, and I had to give him a bit credit for that, but even so he was gonna be clay in my hands. I'd been dating the other guy to keep from getting bored and was already finished with him by the time my soon-to-be new plaything started talking to me.

I broke up with my old toy and was now looking forward to this new one. He was cute enough. Brown hair, glasses, and a beard he kept well trimmed. He was also quiet and I noticed he tended to go along with whatever everyone else wanted to do when our respective friend groups started hanging out.

I'd probably get bored of him too eventually, but he'd make great arm candy, for a while at least. And if he had a nice cock, a good plaything to ride to my cunt's content. Besides, if he turned out boring, or lousy in bed, then I'd just go back to my old toy, who'd of course be overjoyed just to see me again.

I selected my favorite perfume, the one that had a slight apple scent to it, and after applying just enough to make him want to stay close to me, I gathered my things and started for the door.

I'd told him the first date was going to be at the mall. We were going shopping, for him and for me. Not that he dressed badly, but he needed an upgrade if he was going to be seen on my arm.

We met near the entrance to JCPenney. He was wearing a polo and jeans. Yeah. Definitely needed an upgrade.

"Hi there," he said when he saw me.

I walked up and kissed his cheek, then stepped back so he could admire me.

"Hey there," I said, meeting his eyes and waiting for the compliment.

"You look nice," he said.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Nice?" I asked. "That's it?"

"Okay... very nice," he said.

His voice was slightly higher-pitched for a guy, but I didn't mind. If anything it'd help others pick up on our hierarchy even faster, especially as mine was a bit lower and more sultry than most women my age.

I gave him a tight smile that said "we'll work on it," then I took his arm in mine and we headed towards the entrance.

I felt him tense slightly, but he followed like a good boy. And like a good boy, he held my purse like as I tried on one outfit after another. Eventually he started to get the hint and say I looked beautiful instead of just "nice." After getting bored, and not really finding anything all that thrilling, it was his turn. I picked out a few button-down shirts, mostly white and gray to complement my outfit, as well as a few different sets of dress pants. He tried them on without argument and I had to admit, they did wonders for him. He was even cuter now and might even be getting handsome. More than enough to make my girlfriends jealous.

"Go ahead and stay in that," I said after deciding on my favorite, then we headed for the checkout.

I didn't even give him the chance to reach for his wallet, although I noticed he was about to. I just paid for everything, then took his arm again and started for the exit. I made more money than him, of course, and if he didn't already know that, he'd figure it out soon.

We got in his car and he asked where I'd like to go for dinner. He was about to give some suggestions when I told him that I wanted to go to my favorite restaurant.

"Sure," he said. "I've been meaning to try that place."

We small-talked as we drove. Nothing too deep. I told him about my hobbies. My absolute love for the beach. How he'd have to join me this weekend at the gulf and we'd go skimboarding. He smiled and agreed because of course he did, and I told him what time we'd meet up.

When we reached the restaurant he got out and started to walk to my side of the car, maybe to open the door, but I was already out long before he got there.

We went inside and not long after were seated at a table looking over the menus. The waitress approached, a cute blonde little thing that I instantly disliked, and she gave him a smile that was just a little too friendly when she took his drink order. I eyed her as she walked away, then looked back at him and the small grin on his face. Yeah, this wasn't about to fly.

I looked at him and gave the table a slap, not too loud, just enough to get his attention, before turning my hand over and gesturing "give it here" with my fingers. His eyes widened slightly at the sound, then he just stared at my hand, as if my point wasn't obvious. For a moment he didn't move, then his eyebrow raised slightly.

"What?" he said, and I rolled my eyes.

I hit the table again and again gestured. Again he just stared.

"Give me your hand," I finally said. "Now."

It was subtle, but his face took on a different look, one I hadn't seen before now.

"No," he said.

His voice was kind but firm, and oddly sounded slightly deeper.

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"No," he repeated.

"What do you mean no!?" I said, incredulous. "I want to hold your hand, so give it."

"No," he said once more. "That's not how you ask for someone's hand."

My mouth fell open. No!? He actually was saying no to me!? Nobody said no to me, especially not my men. I wouldn't even go out with someone if they weren't going to be a good pet and do as they were told. Yet here was this guy with his glasses and subby voice, telling me no. Well... he had been subby, at least. Before I could reply he continued, and this time I fully registered the change. It wasn't drastic, but his voice had gotten a bit deeper and much more firm.

"I like you, and we've been having a good time so far, but I think we're about done with you bossing me around," he said.

I opened my mouth to reply.

"No," he said before I could speak. "I said we're done."

I felt a part of me awaken that I didn't even know till that very moment was there. I should be pissed--I was pissed. I should just tell him to fuck off and inform him how any other man would be willing to sell their car for a date with me. But instead, I felt a warm, melty feeling start to come over me. His voice. It was something in his voice. A confidence. A firm assurance that told me that he'd walk out of here without a second thought if he chose to, and he wouldn't look back. It told me that... I couldn't control him. And that realization made my heart suddenly race.

"I'm sorry."

The words left my mouth before I even knew I was going to say them.

"Apology accepted," he said, his voice keeping the same tone. "Now, what do you want to eat tonight?"

I barely remember the dinner at all, or the conversation we had. I was too busy trying to figure out why I wasn't just leaving or trying to make him understand that this wasn't how things worked with me. I made the decisions and the offers, because I was in control. I chose where we ate, where we went on dates, how far things went afterwards. I did that. Not my men. They were there for my enjoyment, and if they didn't like that, they could fuck off because there was a line of guys waiting to be next.

But this... for some reason, felt different. He'd told me no, and not only that, he'd told me no in a way that made me feel naughty. Like I was being a spoiled brat. Me! The fucking nerve of this guy.

And yet... fuck did it turn me on.

The more we talked over dinner, the more his voice was getting to me. To make matters worse, he'd taken off his glasses, explaining he only needed them for distance, and his eyes.... god, his eyes. They were a deep green that just pulled me in every time I looked at them. They had that same hidden confidence that his voice had, and I was shocked how much the glasses had hidden it. I squirmed in my seat as my thoughts turned to what would happen after the dinner. I hadn't planned on inviting him back to my place. I was going to make out with him, get him all worked up and needy, then leave him wanting more so that next time we went out he'd be ready to do anything I wanted just for the hope we'd go further next time.

Instead, I was having real thoughts of seducing him then riding his cock. Fuck, I was so wet. I wanted--needed--release. Plus, I knew for a fact that he'd never manage to stay so annoyingly confident once I started teasing him. He'd melt in no time and be begging for my pussy. I'd make him apologize for telling me no, and if he promised to be good, I'd fuck him.

"Will that be all tonight?" the waitress said.

To my embarrassment, I jumped and gave a short gasp of surprise.

He laughed. He actually was giggling at me. My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. Laugh while you can, I thought. Wait till we get to my place--you'll be eating from my hand. As a matter of fact, fuck waiting to get back to my place. His car in the parking lot would do just fine.

Lost in my thoughts, I missed that he'd already paid for dinner, but I'd let that slide for now.

We made our way outside and he opened his car door for me. I felt my cheeks heat, but I accepted and got in. I wasn't actually sure the heat had been anger.

We started driving back to where we'd left my car, but before we got there, I leaned over to him.

"Could we pull over somewhere?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, flicking on the turn signal, "since you were polite about it."

Why had I asked? I hadn't meant to ask; it just came out that way.

A few moments later we'd pulled into a dark parking lot behind some business or other, and he turned off the car. The streetlights were far enough away that we shouldn't be seen easily, but there was still enough ambient light for us to see each other.

"Is this good?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, trying to ignore his deep eyes as he took off his glasses and placed them on the dash.

I leaned my chair back, then sat up, staring into those deep green eyes.

"Get over here," I said, letting my arousal show in my face. "I need something, and you're going to give it to me."

I started unbuttoning my top.

"No," he said.

I nearly whimpered. What was with this guy!? A date was one thing, but guys would kill for what he was about to turn down.

"No, I don't think you've earned that tonight," he said.

The audacity... the nerve... the...

"But... please..." I whimpered. "I... I need it."

Once the words started, I couldn't stop them. "I'm sorry I was rude. And demanding. I... won't do it again."

"Hmm," he said, considering. "I want to believe you, but that doesn't mean you've earned a fuck tonight."

I bit my lip. He'd seen right through my intentions, and that knowledge made my pussy clench. It flooded even wetter. I looked at him, my eyes pleading.

"Please...?" I begged.

"No," he said. "We're not fucking. Not tonight."

I whimpered again.

"But you did apologize," he said, "and that's worth something."

He reached over towards me. I took his hand to guide it, but he gave me a quick slap on the wrist with his other.

"No."

The word made me nearly moan.

I pulled my hands away, lifting them up near my shoulders, and waited like a good girl.

With torturous slowness, he lowered his hand to where my top met my skirt and lifted up my clothing just enough to reveal my stomach. I shivered and felt goosebumps start to form on my belly. With the same slowness, he reached across my pelvis, slid his fingers just barely under the top of my skirt, and traced along my skin all the way back to the other side.

I gasped and let out a breathy moan as I felt my hips start to squirm. This wasn't rewarding my apology. It was punishment. The worst part was, I felt like I deserved it, and that made me even wetter.

"Hmm... you are feeling desperate, aren't you," he said, again seeming to read my mind. "I suppose it'd be wrong to leave you this worked up."

Shame and arousal warred in me. I'd planned to leave him hot and bothered, and here he was thinking of my wellbeing even after I'd acted the way I had.

I inhaled sharply as his hand slid underneath the hem of my skirt and under my panties. I glanced at him, and one look told me he wasn't going to ask permission. He was going to give me what he thought I needed. And god, did I need it.

My clit was drenched when his fingers met it, and the wave of pleasure that shot through me rolled my eyes closed and made my breath catch. I was already close. Fuck me, I was already close!

His fingers began to circle my clit and my back arched helplessly. My hands instinctively cupped my breasts, my fingers finding my nipples through the fabric.

"No," he said again, and I nearly sobbed in desperation.

The building pleasure was almost painful in its slowness, and now he wasn't even letting me touch myself. I looked at him pleadingly, ready to beg him to go faster, but one look in his eyes stole the words from my mouth. His eyes said more than words ever could. I was going to sit here and take my punishment, and that was that. My head fell back against the seat as the pressure of his fingers increased ever so slightly. This was going to drive me insane, and to my shame, I was loving every second of it.

Then, in one perfect fluid motion, he slipped two fingers into my cunt and curled them to my G-spot.

I arched off the seat and began to hear a pitiful moaning start to fill the car, vaguely aware it was me.

He started rubbing my clit with his thumb while using his fingers to stroke my soaked insides. I'd never been edged so slowly or cruelly in my life, and soon I'd lost track of how long he'd been torturing me. The pleasure spread out from my pussy to my hips, stomach, and eventually my whole body was writhing.

"Okay," I heard him say. "Cum."

He didn't ask. He told. And I did.

The orgasm exploded through my cunt and outward through my whole body. I screamed. Actually screamed as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

"Quiet," he said.

My mouth shut instantly and I clamped both hands against it, trying desperately to obey as moans still pushed past everything to fill the car.

I honestly don't know if it was the longest orgasm of my life, or if I came more than once and they just blended together, but what parts of my mind could still process thoughts didn't know or care.

It was beyond overwhelming and left me shaking, soaked, and quivering.

When my awareness finally returned, I looked over at him to see an infuriatingly smug smile. I opened my mouth to say something, but all I managed was another pathetic whimper.

"Rest," he said.

I didn't really have a choice, but I obeyed anyway. I let myself lay back again and sink into the daze of afterglow.

I somehow lost awareness for a moment, and before I even realized we'd started driving again, we were pulling up next to my car.

He got out and walked around to open the door for me. I let him. I also let him help me out. My legs were still trembling.

"See you this weekend," he said, kissing my cheek.

With that he got back in his car and drove away.

I managed only to stare as he drove away, still trying to process what had just happened.

Slowly I turned back to my car, straightening my clothes and hair as I went. It took the entire drive home for my hips to stop quivering. It didn't help that what had just happened kept replaying in my mind.

His voice. His eyes. The way he told me what to do. The way he said no....

I showered when I got home. I'd soaked my panties and just about everything else, and I hoped the cool water would help calm me down. It didn't.

Soon after I climbed in bed naked and let my legs fall open, my hands going to work on my clit and nipples. In seconds I was close.

My phone buzzed.

A text.

Somehow I knew. I knew it was him.

I reached for my phone and read it.

It only said one word.

"No."

I nearly sobbed as I melted into obedience.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Good girl," came the reply. "Not till this weekend."