The Gift – Part 2

Jesse sucked in his breath again, this time in shock. “Um, um, I need a minute” he stammered. He walked over to the bar in the suite and poured himself three fingers of 20-year old scotch and added an ice cube. He moved to the lounge chair near Alita and sat down, almost as if the blood had run out of his legs.  His mind raced. His initial reaction was revulsion. What would people think of him if they knew he did this, what would Alita think of him, what would he think of himself? He chuckled to himself at the curveball she threw him, the irony.

“Why are you smiling?” Alita asked.

Jesse, after sipping the whiskey, relayed the curveball joke. His mind raced. Everything was so perfect with her. She was THE mate for him. She was THE mother for his son. She was THE wife that would be perfect for him. His mind began to rationalize her question by examining the time and effort with her. The time and sex with her were always fantastic to him. Not crazy, monkey sex he had with random women in past, but it was always fulfilling and sometimes fantastic, it always meant something, and he always felt good afterwards.

It was only one night. It was not as if a guy was fucking him in the ass. He took one long sip. He looked up at her, and asked “Just one night, just one time?”

Alita nodded.

“Ok. This one time, I will do it.” Jesse resigned himself. There was little he would not do to get his son. 

Alita clapped, smiled, grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom.

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Alita, nervous and scared, slipped out of her dress and underwear. She had prepared for him to say yes. She really had not been sure what she would do if he said no. She put on the dominatrix outfit she had just bought on a whim earlier this week. Her mind wandered off to the weirdness of that event. She had embarrassingly gone into an adult toy store. She was looking for a kind of trashy and cheap night gown that Jessie could tear off.  Sometimes he would disregard her lingerie while in passion and ruin expensive items. Curiosity took her over in the store and she walked down the aisles astonished at the amount of toys available. She really had no idea. She had always considered these places beneath her. She suddenly felt sheltered. Maybe she had missed out on many things in this life. Absent mindedly walking, she bumped into a stranger.

The stranger was striking, he spoke in a way that was distinguished, and all class. He asked to be pardoned, even though they both knew she had bumped into him. He was mesmerizing, not gorgeous, but she still could not look away. When she tried, her eyes turned to the shelves and she found herself staring at a purple strap on in a box. Her eyes widened and she stepped back.

The stranger said, “There is nothing to be ashamed of here.”

His voice, it was hypnotic. She could not place the accent and it was fascinating.

“I have talked to many women in my years. Almost all of them at one point, have wanted to know what it was like to be the top. To take from someone, to give them pleasure, to know what it is like to own. It is not often that many of them find the opportunity and worthy partner who will give them the chance to do that. This world does have its hang-ups. If you do have that chance with someone, I say take it.” He reached across her, grabbed the box with the purple strap on, and handed it to her. In a trance, Alita grabbed it. 

In the hotel bathroom, she looked in the mirror, blushing at the memory. She does not know how she was so out of character and allowed this stuff to be in her possession. She remembered following the charming man around as he led her to a leather outfit which complemented her body perfectly, the lube necessary for the event, and other items that would go with a night of domme. She never even got his name. She was too hypnotized, too lost in the moment. She barely remembered to thank him for his help, and he shushed her when he payed for it all. All he had said he wanted for thanks, was for her to have the courage to use it.

Courage, a word she would never use to describe herself. Even though she had moved across the world as a young woman. Though she had moved to new states in the US, raised a son on her own, courage never was a word that entered her mind. As she dressed up in her domme outfit, she felt brave. She felt in charge. This night was hers. She had never felt this way before. One final look in the mirror. She was sexy and she knew it.  She reached for the door. There was no turning back now.

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Jesse looked around the room. A form of vertigo had set in. How did he end up in this position? He had just committed to something he never thought he would do. When Alita entered the room, he barely recognized her. She was stunning. The outfit she had on was an outfit he would have killed to see her in under any other circumstances. He tried to avert his eyes from the device in her hand but could not. He fixated on the purple dildo sticking out from the strap-on. He gulped unconsciously. Doubt circulated throughout his body, but his eyes returned to Alita. He could not help it, he began to get hard. 

She walked over to him and in a sultry voice said, “Tonight, you will do as I say. You will take the submissive role. You will fulfill my fantasy to get what you want.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him into her while dropping the strap on to the floor. He was surprised at her aggressiveness. He loved it, it boiled his blood as he had not had with a woman in he could not answer when. He kissed her back but she retreated. She moved her finger to his lips and whispered, “Uh-uh. Tonight I kiss you.” Her hand reached up to his hair, grabbed a bit and yanked his head back. 

His knees buckling, she led him to his knees. For the first time in their relationship, he was beneath her, she was unequivocally in charge, and while foreign, he cherished it. Parts of his brain fired up that had only run in the background, parts of his body stirred that he had only read about. Commandingly, she ordered him to unbutton her leather unitard. It exposed her pussy, he could smell the sex of her and he salivated. Pulling his hair again, she controlled his head and pulled his head into her. “Lick me. Taste me as if it is the last thing you will ever taste.” 

Jesse dove in. He never really cared to pleasure a girl this way in the past. Their role was to please him. But this time, he could not stop. The heat of it, the loss of control, he was becoming hers to play with. As he dove in, the tension on his hair relaxed and instead she gripped the back of his head pulling him into her. Jesse could hear her moan as he struggled to breathe. However, he only wanted to be there. Her taste was divine, he never realized how amazing it was to be in this position. He felt her lift her leg slightly, granting him better access. Without being pushed he dove in more.

“You are being a good slave. Let’s see if you can keep it up.” Jesse felt an excruciating pain in his thigh as she stabbed her stiletto heel into his thigh. He should have screamed, but instead he moaned, the pain was electrical, it made him feel alive. Alita must have loved the pain, because she orgasmed like she never had before into his face, instinctively he lapped it up. She grabbed his hair, pulling him away from her. Jesse’s tongue continued to reach out for more until he was looking up at her. She asked, “Slave, do you enjoy this?”

Jesse stammered, “Yes.” His thigh lit on fire as she dug into him more.

Alita coolly stated, “You will address me as mistress, do you understand slave?”

Again, Jesse stammered, “Yes, I do”. 

He felt the slap across his face before he could realize his mistake. His jaw stung, his cheek on fire. A flash of an image crossed his mind. A large steel door with a number of locks on it.

“What is my name?” she asked again coolly.  

“Mistress.” Jesse whimpered.

“Your name is Mistress.” He stated more firmly.

He felt her nails slide up his neck, resting her fingers just under his chin. He was falling more in love with her by the second. He did not understand what was happening to him. Here he was, a conqueror, being ordered around, and he did not want it to stop. The image of the door flashed again, a single lock opened. 

“Grab my strap-on, and put it on me,” Alita ordered.

 Jesse sighed, he still did not know if he was ready for this. But he knew he did not want this night to stop. What had started as a way to get his heir had turned into a raging fire, he was hard as he had ever been, and was losing control. He reached down and grabbed the apparatus, he looked at it, he felt the dildo. A part of him was scared, a part of him wondered what it would feel like to grab someone else’s cock. He froze, no he did not just think that. Jesse shook his head like waving off a minor concussion.

He focused again on the strap-on, attempting to ascertain how it worked. He quickly figured it out, and held it out for her to step both of her boots through.  He slowly moved it up. As he did, the dildo kept poking him, touching him, resting on him. It did not stop touching him until he moved around to her backside to tighten the strap. He returned to his knees as she turned around. He finally got a good look at the dildo and figured it must be 9 or 10 inches long and thick, like the size of a gas pump hose. “Fuck”, he thought, “No way that will fit in me.” He moved his hand to his lips, in his bewildered state, he had forgotten to swallow, wiping off saliva that had somehow leaked out of the corner of his mouth.  He looked up at Alita entranced.

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Alita could not believe this moment. She had begun to have an out of body experience. She had never been this girl. She thought of the person who made someone a king, not the king itself. Yet, her she was, her slight frame towering over this giant of a man. She had slapped him, dug her heel into him to cause him pain, and there he was…loving it. She could see his erection poking through the thin silk of his suit pants. He did have a great cock, but tonight he would not use it. She could feel the deliciously sinful grin across her face and it felt right. She peered down at him. Their whole relationship, he had looked down on her, like some fragile flower, like he was the only one who knew the way. She had enjoyed it, she felt taken care of, she felt protected, but she never knew the opposite. Now she did, and it was like a charge of energy running through her. Each pulse of the energy giving her more strength and confidence. 

“Slave, you have barely started your night. Yes, you will lose your virginity tonight but that is not enough, you are going to have to earn me fucking you.” She paused, letting the words linger. She wanted them to sear into his brain. He could never deny this moment in the future. She continued, “If you want that son, a simple dildo in the ass will not be enough. You will have to also convince me you want it.” She could see the panic in his eyes as he looked up at her. A flash of fear, like a deer that catches the scent of a predator on its trail. She could see him process her words and the acceptance in his eyes. In that second, she knew she had him, that she owned him. An image of a hot air balloon, loaded down with weights flashed in her mind and one weight was just cut lose.

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Something clicked in Jesse’s mind, he began to let go. Let go of the walls he had put up around sexuality. The binary view of be the alpha or be last. A memory crossed his mind of the first time he showered in a pro locker room. How there was this gorgeous first baseman from the Dominican Republic. That player was a man, while he was still a boy. He remembered being fascinated by the player’s body. It was not ripped, like a fashion magazine, but it was toned and strong. He could not help but take a glance at his cock. The first uncut cock he had seen in real life. He remembered wondering what it would feel like in his hand. He knew the man would get hard, real hard, and wondered what he would smell like, taste like. In that moment, he had shook off the memory as if the catcher had given him a bad sign. Now he let the thought stay in his brain. He would let it run free.

Looking up at a Alita, he reached up and grabbed the purple cock. He knew she could not really feel his grasp, but that was not the point. He had a role to play now. He had to make her know that he wanted this. He was never a good actor, and he knew he could not fake it. Besides, this wasn’t going to be acting, he was getting to play a role that he knew he always wanted to play but never had anyone who he could trust so implicitly.

He stood up, stroking the dildo. Even though he towered over her, he knew she was in control. He softly led her back to the bed sitting her down. He kissed her, like girls had kissed him before, a kiss to arouse, to please. He slowly pushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck, relishing the sound of her moan. He continued to stroke the dildo, with a slight pressure on the way down so that she could feel him stroking it against her pussy. Slow, small kisses, down her neck, to the top of her breasts, each kiss a way point on the way to his destination. He could feel her nails brush against his scalp approvingly. He had no need to reject this, to push against her dominance here, he felt right, felt safe, felt desire…he felt alive.

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