I had heard Maddy walking over before I saw her, mostly from the cheery greetings she got as she walked passed desks in the open plan office. She stopped and chatted to a couple of our friends on the way over and by the time she’d got there I’d woken myself up and was pretending to work hard.
“Oh hi Maddy, didn’t hear you coming over,” I deadpanned, looking over at her. She was wearing a dark grey dress that went down to the middle of her thigh and long black boots that stopped at her knees. She looked so sexy I could immediately feel myself becoming aroused, even though I’d seen the outfit on the journey in with her leather jacket too. She’d upped the dressiness of her outfits at work, partly to tease me and also because I think she enjoyed looking good for me — and reminding me how good I had it!
Maddy rolled her eyes at my joke and pointed towards the empty conference room across from us. “Have you got 5 to discuss a press question?”
“Sure,” I said, grabbing my notepad and walking over as she followed, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, beckoning me over with a finger.
We kissed passionately, trying to be quiet and restrict our movement as best we could to avoid being seen from the tinted windows. We sat down opposite eachother and I opened my notepad.
“So, what’s up?” I asked.
Maddy looked confused and then caught on. “Oh I already answered it but it gave me a chance to come over and let you know how proud I am of my bigshot boss and how hot I find it knowing he’ll be ordering me around at work some more as well as at home.”
I bit my lip at her words, knowing how much she loved our dynamic. “Christ Maddy, you are going to get a pounding tonight for that!”
She stood up and smirked, “Promises, promises. I haven’t been your little anal whore for a few days now, just saying.”
She opened the door before I could respond and walked off knowing I was watching her walk away. She’d bought an anal plug, a paddle and a few other kinky items during our first shopping trip as a couple and we’d been using those as well as growing our collection since then. I shook my head and got back into work, the conversation waking me from any plans I had to snooze.
***
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Maddy moaned, her hands held behind her back while she was on her knees taking me in her ass from behind.
“Who’s my little whore?” I demanded, using one hand to hold both of her hands against her back from behind and the other to pull her up by the hair, so she was taking me at a deeper angle, putting her flexibility to great use.
“I’m your little whore Sir,” Maddy immediately replied, breathlessly.
We were really developing as sexual partners, starting to push our boundaries and explore together. For Maddy, only her ex Jess had really started to awaken her submissive side and it only felt like the start of it. I’d had sexually submissive partners before but it was already feeling different with Maddy, there was a level of comfortableness and openness that allowed us both to try new things.
“Fuck, I love your ass my filthy whore,” I said, adding to the dirty talk. “I know you never expected to be a 3-hole slut for a man and now look at you!”
Maddy took my cue and looked up into the large mirror we recently bought that faced our bed. Her eyes rolled up after studying herself and I felt her shiver.
“Exactly,” I said smugly, loving the play and the power I had over this gorgeous goddess. “I’m going to put a collar on you so you know who you belong to,” I added trying to appear confident while hiding a worry I’d gone too far.
Maddy only moaned in response, clearly working out how she felt about that. We both knew how much she loved to please and I also knew she loved reassurance and feeling like she belonged with someone. I’d felt for days that this could be something that would tick many of those boxes during play.
I felt her move her hand onto her clit and start to rub herself again. Maddy loved anal sex, we’d both realised that during our first time when, once we’d got used to it, she found herself in a world of pleasure that led to multiple orgasms over a small period. The whole experience meant I didn’t last long at the time, though we’d done it frequently since and I was able to pound her for a good 20 minutes now, leaving us both very satisfied. I was exhausted now though as Maddy could take a pounding like I’d never experienced before. Between years of dancing and fitness as well as yoga, there was very little she couldn’t handle. She came again as I pulled out and came on her arse cheeks, both moaning loudly as I did so. I moved and laid beside her, stroking her hair and smiling at her. She smiled at me happily.
“Collar me then,” she whispered.
“Seriously?” I asked, a little surprised.
She nodded and cuddled up closer to me. “I’d been thinking about it,” she admitted, to my visible surprise, making her laugh. “I love submitting to you and I’ve never felt so safe with a partner. I want to look in a mirror and be reminded of that. But only when I’m in the mood,” she said, adding the last part and looking at me in the firm way that I knew was not for negotiating, not that I wanted it to be.
“I’m crazy about you, you know that don’t you Mads?” I said, shooting her a similarly firm look but in a much more playful way.
She smiled, rising slowly and taking me by the hand so we could go to the bathroom together. “Show me,” was all she said.
We showered together where I took my time cleaning and caring for her before drying her in a towel. I made love to her on the bathroom floor, which showed her exactly where my head was at with her.
After I’d made us dinner, we were shopping for collars on my laptop, Maddy scrutinising them and then dismissing each just as quickly. I wouldn’t have ever expected to undertake an activity like this with her, let alone hear her say “I’m a slut, not a princess,” when looking over them. We eventually agreed on a black one with a ring on it and the wording Maddy preferred. She left to make the brownies she was baking to take into work tomorrow, so I took the opportunity to look for jewellery. She popped her head into the doorway unexpectedly and caught me minimising a page. Interest piqued she came over and I knew from her look that I’d better show her. Her face changed as I did and she blushed deeply.
I blushed back but managed to string a sentence together to explain. “I was thinking you might perhaps like jewellery of some kind that signified that safety in a different way. So I thought maybe a bracelet would be a good idea…” I trailed off. Sometimes I was like a teenager with a crush around her.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Buying me what looks like expensive jewellery, we’re definitely getting serious,” she said. “I love it,” she added after a pause and another glance at the screen. She walked back into the kitchen leaving me wondering if she meant the bracelet or the sentiment.
Later that night as we got into bed together with Maddy as usual in one of my t-shirts and black knickers, I mentioned how good her brownies were. Maddy laughed, “Fuck, we’re so domesticated!”