EROTIC FICTION | POWER DYNAMIC

She’s His Good Girl

She needed someone who could tame and control her

Aimee brushed her hands over her skirt while she glanced at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. She had chosen her clothes with care, and knew Mark would approve, but still she was nervous.

Her mind traveled back to the personal ad she had placed in the paper, on impulse.

Can you tame and control me?
I am a twenty-seven-year-old, tall, independent, hardworking, lustful
mechanic. Long, black hair. Blue eyes. B cup. Round ass. Womanly curves.
Discretely placed brightly colored dragon tattoos on one arm.
Former farm girl who grew up with seven brothers. Testosterone dominates
my working day, but I need a different domination to feel complete.
My working clothes are oil-stained dungarees, but I long for beautiful
dresses and stockings, sexy lingerie and high-heeled shoes.
Are you the thirty something man who can control me and dares to
replace the smell of engine oil and diesel with the scent of intense
desire, as I kneel in front of you, awaiting your orders? Mail me.

It had cost her to place such a lengthy ad, but she had been trying to find the one for too long, which justified this action.

Attempting to calm her nerves, she stepped outside onto the pavement to wait for his arrival. Aimee nervously fidgeted with the top button on her white blouse.

This was not the first time she would meet Mark in person, but this time was going to be different, he had promised. It startled her when she felt a warm hand softly touching her shoulder.

“Stop that,” Mark’s beautiful baritone voice sounded.

“Yes sir,” Aimee said, and instantly dropped her hands to her sides.

“Follow me.”

Aimee followed him on her high heels and hoped her black stockings didn’t show from under the short black skirt. Mark entered a four-star hotel through the revolving doors and walked to the couches in the corner.

Aimee followed.

“Sit,” he said as he took a spot on the couch against the window. Aimee sat down on the edge of the recliner across from him, her back to the bigger part of the hotel lobby.

“Spread your legs.”

Aimee looked around and hesitated.

“Spread. Now.”

She remembered their conversations. Their commitment. Her commitment. Her needs. Her safe word. Her desires. The trust. The words: keep your eyes on me.

She focused and slowly spread her legs. Her crotch was bare. If someone looked in from the street, they would see her. No one behind her could.

“Touch yourself.”

This time, she moved without hesitation. Her hand slipped between her legs.

“That’s good. Are you wet?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Show me.”

Aimee spread her labia. Mark smiled.

“Push a finger in.”

She kept her eyes on his face as she obeyed.

“Suck it,” Mark spoke again.

Aimee stuck her middle finger in her mouth and tasted herself. She kept her legs apart, inviting him in.

“Good girl. Let’s see what we can do about your wanton needs.”

She took his outstretched hand and followed him to the front desk of the hotel.

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