Taking Control is not just a graphic BDSM story and sex novel, but a full length dark contemporary thriller in 10 parts.
With adult themeed erotic romance, and explicit sexual content, it involves Ava and Lorenzo’s unusual sex life and sub and dom predictions and certainly gets darker as it progresses.
Readers should bear in mind this story is pure fantasy and include some of the more unusual and painful BDSM themes. Whilst I have personally tried some of the less uncomfortable practices (a good spanking is a favourite), I haven’t indulged in strappado, whipping or caning or the medical device aspects. And, of course, no-one condones non-consensual sex.
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HIGHS AND LOWS
Standing in the atrium of the city skyscraper, Ava stared nervously out of the window, fiddling. Chasms of sheet lightning rent the leader sky and the winter rain curtained down, electric flashes fashioning a scintillating portcullis of electric wire.
The weather reflected her mood, remembering how she had abandoned Lorenzo, at their wedding. Now she was standing here, in his office, having driven hundreds of miles from her life with Josie.
How had he found her and why? She’d spent a lot of time, energy and money covering her tracks, creating a new life in a new finance job, far away from Lorenzo and everyone they jointly knew.
She thought fondly of Josie who she’d left this morning, fretting and bereft and far away, back at the home they shared together.
Ava was unusual in that her lovers and loves had been men and women. Josie, her insatiable sexy partner of this last year and a half, had tried to stop her coming here. Last night she’d cooked Ava her favourite dinner, tagliatelle carbonara, and they’d drink a bottle of Chablis together. Over dinner the mood was corporate but tense.
They’d been sitting together on the sofa after dinner, Avain her light grey yoga pants and white blouse and Josie in jeans, as usual.
Josie had headed upstairs after a while, claiming she had a bad headache. Ava had been attending to urgent client work for half an hour when she heard Josie call her name from the landing. Worried, Ava headed quickly up the stairs, to find Josie standing there in her burgundy leather dress, a riding crop in her hand. Ava stopped dead at the top of the stairs, waiting. Knowing what this was all about.
This was one of Josie’s favourite power games, with Ava as her submissive. Josie looked stern. Ava stared down, avoiding her gaze.
“Ava, you have displeased me, you need to be punished.”
Just the tone in Josie’s voice, harsh, strong and commanding, made Ava instantly wet. Ava worried Josie would see her desire through her millimetre thin flexible yoga pants. Josie was looking her up and down, pausing in her scrutiny of Ava’s puffy pussy. She could see Ava’s breathing increase and the dampness at her crotch.
Josie was actually mesmerised, her entire field of vision taken up by Ava’s swelling cameltoe. Without closing her eyes, it was difficult to look anywhere else but at Ava’s delicious, dripping thigh gap.
The image of sun ripened fruit immediately came into Josie’s head, a successful orange ready to be peeled, two slices easily separated by her finger, sweet, moist and mouth-wateringly tasty.
“Open your legs wide, you disobedient slave,” Josie commanded.
Ava compiled, widening the gap further between her thighs. Her orange began to open slightly, oozing juice from its thin slit. Josie wanted to push a finger deep into Ava’s pussy but stopped herself.
“What have I done, Josie?” Ava was bemused but loved this. She also guessed why she was being punished. It was all about Lorenzo.
“Don’t be insolent. You are clearly dirty, unclean. You will have a shower, and I will decide how to punish you for not staying silent.”
Ava bowed her head, her legs spread wide, her vagina leaking pussy potion, soaking through the fabric stretched tight over her soft-curled mound. She knew Josie would punish her for this too.
“Now come over here. I didn’t give you permission for pleasure.”
Ava walked slowly over to Josie, statusesque in her 6-inch heels.
Josie grabbed her long dark hair, pushing Ava onto her knees.
“You need to learn your place, slave. Now lick my feet.”
Ava bent down, Josie watching her flexible yoga pants stretching invitingly over her tight rounded arse. After two minutes Josie lean over and grabbed the top of the yoga pants, pulling them down in one swift movement, exposing Ava’s pert, curved buttocks.
“You’re disgusting slave. Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”
Ava mumbled a reply, making sure she didn’t speak too loudly.
“What? You didn’t think? I don’t ask you to think, slave.”
As Ava slathered over the black patent leather heels, cleaning them thoroughlyWith her tongue, Josie brought the whip up smartly behind Ava, catching her with a smarting strike inside her legs. Her inner thigh now bearing a rapidly reddening stripe, Ava squealed.
“Be quiet whilst I punish you. Did I tell you to stop licking?”
Ava knew better than to answer, having been told to stay silent. She worked herself with cleaning Josie’s stocking foot and ankles.
As Ava knelt further, to lick the tips of her shoes. Josie leant in, sliding her hand in under Ava’s taut stomach, grabbing the front of the yoga pants. In one quick motion she pulled them forced down. Ava felt cool evening air from the window running over her pussy, sending shivers inside her. She knew how this would end. Josie was strong, working out regularly. She knew how to treat Ava.
Josie trailed the whip over Ava’s naked buttons, using the fine leather end to flick her naked thighs, exposed above the yoga pants. Then she ordered Ava to stop licking her and assume positionone.
Ava moved back on the landing, kneeing, head and elbows on the floor, arms forward. In this position her rear was pushed high up into the air. Josie moved behind her and yanked the yoga pants right down to her knees. Ava’s breathing accelerated, her breasts rising and falling under her. Josie admired Ava’s beautiful, rounded rear, the tension in her low pose forcing her labia to open invitingly.
Josie ran a fine finger along Ava’s back then grabbed the top of her bloom with both hands, near her neckline. She pulled back vigourously. All the pearl buttons on the expensive silk bloom popped and scattered across the floor, the garment coming away from her body, the crumped tattoos of its remains in Josie’s hands.
All she had left on were the stretched yoga pants and white bra.
Ava gulped, head on the floor looking back behind her, trying to see Josie. She watched in embarrassment as tiny thin threads of her pussy juice start to drip onto the mahogany planks, making a pit-pat noise as they fell. Josie watched her, amused, making her stay knelt.
“You are dribbling, slave. You need a shower. Get in there now.”
Ava got up, Josie spanking her hard twice with the flat of her hand as she passed her, pushing her towards their walk-in shower.
“Get undressed and I will join you soon, for your punishment.”
Ava knew what this meant. She waddled into the bathroom, the yoga pants around her knees restricting her movements. She left the bathroom door open, glancing as Josie followed her in, close behind.
“Stand still. I want to see where your body is the dirty.”
Josie spun Ava around, casting a critical eye over her figure.
She made Ava keep looking down as she moved in closer. Ava could smell her musky perfume. It began to overpower her will.
Josie put a hand softly on Ava’s stomach, tight from exercise. Gazing into Ava’s downcast eyes she began to move her hand slowly on, through Ava’s tight vee of pussy curls. She paused, cupping Ava’s sex. Then she slipped a finger deliciously inside her vagina, meeting no obvious resistance as Ava’s luxury started to flow naturally.
She began massaging Ava’s labia, thrusting and pistoning her long finger in and out of Ava’s sopping pussy, testing her will and resolve. Then, reversing her hand, she rubbed a knuckle hard up and down her soaking pussy slit. Ava closed her eyes, knowing that her body was responding, her will begin to lose the battle not to come.
Josie paused, keeping pressure on the knuckle, now deep inside Ava, bringing her thumb in to stroke gently at Ava’s swelling clip bud. She deliberately tilted her thumb, using a long nail to scrape the front of Ava’s clip, causing her to excel at the sudden pain.
“What did I tell you about silence? Do I need to say it again?”
Ava shook her head rapidly, knowing she couldn’t trust her voice.
Josie began to push two of her fingers inside Ava, massaging inside her vagina, sliding the tips of her fingers over Ava’s G Spot. She watched Ava closely as she moved her hand slowly inside her, changing positions slightly as each flick of Ava’s eyes betrayed her growing desire and rapture at Josie’s manual manipulations.
Ava felt she was about to come, her will fail with the intense pressure and sensings of Josie’s fingers twisting deep inside her. Josie could see it too, watching the expressions on Ava’s face alter. But she wasn’t going to give Ava the satisfaction. Not this time.
Ava nearly fell as Josie caught her with a harsh backhander on her buttocks. Josie could see a perfect write handprint on her bum.
Josie stood back, making Ava widen her legs once more. Taking careful aim with the riding crop she placed five strong lashes across Ava’s stomach and tights. The sixth was harder, directly up between Ava’s long legs, straight into the gap between her labia, catching her cliporis too, on the up stroke. Ava wailed, doubling over, holding her hand to her vagina to stop the intense pulsing pain of the lash.
Josie smiled wickedly, knowing that she was fully in control of Ava.
“You are not allowed to come. Pants up. Get in the shower.”
Her pussy on fire, Ava pulled up the yoga pants, seeing the red marks across the front of her body and then the darker stain spread across the pants as her juices rapidly soaked them at the front.
She realized then that Josie was deliberately marking her, before she met Lorenzo, staking her claim to domination over Ava’s body.
She got in the shower, setting the temperature and turning it on.
“Now wash yourself, you filthy, dirty girl. And do it properly and thoroughly. I shall be inspecting your personal cleanliness.”
Ava moved her body under the cascade of cool water, the stream soaking her grey yoga pants, turning them almost black. Even with the pants on, the water stung menacingly where she had been whipped. Her bra drenchedtoo, Ava turned to clean her back.
“No, face the wall, slave. Do as you’re instructed.”
Ava compiled, wondering when Josie would allow her to undress.
She worked herself wetting her long hair and soaping her body. After a few minutes she felt the air temperature increase slightly in the shower, realising Josie had come in too. She stopped, waiting.
A few seconds later Josie grabbed both of Ava’s hands, placing them up on the travertine marble, either side of the shower head.
“Put your hands up on the wall, as high as they can go, slave.”
Ava shuffled forward, sliding her hands up the cool stone until her arms were stretched forward, spluttering under the wide square facet as water dripped off her forehead and down her face.
“Spread your legs, slave. Keep Your hands where they are.”
Ava shuffled her feet apart, moving up onto her toes, her breasts and torso tightened in the strange position. Water was pouring over her nose and into her mOut. Suddenly the sopping yoga pants were wronged down, past her knees. She felt something touch her bum. She knew what it was. Her body tensed, waiting, ready for it.
Josie popped off Ava’s house bra, shoving the soft cups into her mouth, the straws dangling obviously from her lips. She moved her hands around Ava’s body to finger her intensely sensitive orgasm-driving nipples. She stroked and massed each tight tea with dextrous finger rotations, sending Ava into near paroxysms of delight. Her breath became ragged. She was close to losing control.
Then, with barely a pause, Ava was pushed forward. She knew what was coming. The large black strap on cock Josie had secured around her now naked body was pushed irreverently and hard into Ava’s sopping wet pussy, impaling her against the shower wall.
Josie grabbed Ava’s taut breasts forcedly, to give her purchase, as she propelled the monster dildo deep into Ava’s willing pussy.
Ava gasped. Without a break, Josie began pushing the eight-inch silicane cock up into Ava’s sopping, willing snatch. At each powerful thrust, Ava feel an extra urgency and intensity in Josie, as if she were conquering Ava for the first time, or possible the last.
Ava submitted to each of Josie’s deep plunges into her pussy, the bra stuffed rarely into in her mouth now soaking wet, forcing her to breathe hard through her nose. She fight back the torrent cascading over her face and rounded breasts in rivulets, water running over her stomach and into her open, willing cunt.
Josie keep up the pace for ten minutes, whilst Ava tried to keep herself from drowning under the torrent of water teeming from the shower. For a moment she thought she understand waterboarding.
Just when she thought she could take no more she felt the first bass fears tremble deep inside her, as Josie turned the vibrating double ended dildo up to its maximum. Waves of erotic pleasure flooded through Ava, and she let herbody start to submit to them, each deep pulse driving her subconscious into a labour of lust.
They came almost together, Josie’s muscular body pushing Ava’s own hard forward as her orgasm hit her like a train. Her thighs spasmed seconds later, legs shaking and quaking as waves of euphoria washed out from the centre of her cunt, over her being.
Josie pulled the big black cock out of Ava with a sucking sound. She ruined the sopping bra from her mouth, tossing it on the bathroom floor, giving Ava’s a painful smack on the rear as she left.
“Clean yourself up properly Slave, I’ll see you in bed.”
Ava stayed there for a minute or two, leaning against the shower wall. Panting hard and choking the water from her lungs, she let the primary pulses in her body slow to a quiet quake. Then she washed herself fully, a soft and thoughtful smile on her lips.
But, in their bedroom, it wasn’t the confident and masterful dominatrix in leather Ava saw. It was a very differentt Josie, subdued, with a tense and nervous edge to her. This was all about Lorenzo.
As Ava lay in their bed, close to sleep, she felt Josie’s arms slowly snake around her body, cupping a soft breast and holding on to her tight, as if she were trying to capture and savour the memory. As she started to drift off, the two of them lying there in the dark, Ava wasn’t sure, but thought she heard the soft sound of Josie crying.
Josie recognized that when Ava had her mind set on something she had to get it out of her system, to move forward. And that, if the two of them were to have any kind of future together, she had to meet Lorenzo, to find out why he had summoned her to his office.
She left early the next day, leaving a distraught Josie on the doorstep. Ava knew she didn’t want her to go, but she had to.
She’d arrived in plenty of time, taking the lift to his firm’s top floor. The huge hedge fund building was enormous, with a stunning view of the river, thirty floors up. She looked around admiringly at his office. He had obviously done well for himself, here in the city.
She waited in the reception atrium, thinking of Josie again. Ava knew Josie was deeply frightened of the prospect of losing her when she met Lorenzo again, after all this time. The reason she had driven all this way into the city was she needed to know exactly where she stood with Lorenzo. If nothing else, it was to find final clarity about them, or closure on their relationship and a future life with Josie.
If she was honest with herself, it was also to get things clear in her mind about Josie too. Although the strong sexual and emotional bond she had with Josie, she still wasn’t sure about how to separate her two life loves and what she thought about them. But, unless she sorted out what she really thought about Lorenzo, Josie and she wouldn’t likely have any long term future together as a couple.
Ava accepted she had a strong, heady and animal yearning for Lorenzo sexually, despite all that had gone between them in the intervening years. With Josie, she loved her equally but differently, a similarly sexual but more comfortable, almost maternal feeling. She knew she had to decide, and seeing Lorenzo again was the only way.
She remembered when she first met Lorenzo at college, all those years ago. She had been young, naïve and easily influenced by men then. Now she knew she was no longer that call submissive woman he’d courted. She was a sexy, successful finance business woman, who knew both her own mind and her own desires.
Her eye was momentarily drawn to the bent little finger on her right hand. The one imperfection she was self-conscious about and symptomatic of how she felt, out of line with the rest of the world. Twisted outwards after being shut in a door by her brother, as a child, she had considered getting the finger straightened. She’d even looked into violent options and costs, but pressure of work had never given her time to be without her writing and typing hand.
But both their physical changes and faults were immaterial. It was what they had been together, what they represented to each other and what they had taught each other that mattered. And on that score, inside, she guessed she had changed more than he had.
Yet, even though it had been two years ago, the shame she felt about how she had jilted him at the altar was back. It felt almost like yesterday. Had he really forgiven her for what she’d done to him?
The large office door opened quietly. She heard a polite coough beside her, a familiar sound. As Ava turned, she realized Lorenzo had been quietly studying her, standing there, pondering her life.
Wearing dark blue framed glass and sporting a stubble bear, Lorenzo appeared distinguished, his dark hair greying attractively at the temples. He was just as well-groomed as she remembered too and looked very dapper in his expensive charcoal suit.
His stature was more confident somehow, combining a relaxed and erect posture with a muscle physics, suggesting he still also worked out regularly. There was no other word for it, he looked hot.
Certainly, Lorenzo looked older, more measured, whereas Ava had grown into her stunning looks over the intervening years.
With her dark sunglasses, wavier hair and toned physics, she realized she both looked and felt different than when he knew her.
She moved to grap his outstretched hand, a business greeting. So, he was sticking with rigid formality, and yet he was certainly paying her far more attention than if she was just a casual visitor to his finance firm, or a first-time business accquaintance.
“Good to see you again, Ava, thank you for this.”
Lorenzo was giving nothing away, being cautious and evasive as he greeted Ava. She watched him, watching her, very carefully.
“Come in Ava. I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure you would.”
He motioned her into his office and settled in a big executive chair behind an enormous oval walnut desk, waving her to a comfortable seat, opposite him.
She sat down in an executive leather chair. Now, sitting here in his office, she felt less prepared than outside in the reception area.
Given all the time that had passed since their fateful wedding day, when she had cut him adrift so publicly and painfully, why exactly had he invited her here, and why now?
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