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You arrived to work, ready to go. You messaged your client to be ready for you the moment you entered his house.
Working as a dominatrix was different from anything you had done before, but you had come to enjoy it a lot. Despite the rare weird requests you got, most of it was fairly common.
But today, you knew what to expect with this client. He was a large troll that enjoyed impact play and some body worship. He had his own BDSM room at his home. He had a spanking bench that you ordered him to be naked, his cock through the hole and his ass ready to be spanked.
You had been taking on this client for the last year, once a month he’d order you to come in to /help/ him.
You entered the house, it was silent and dark. You closed the front door and locked it, you heels clicked against the tiles, you got to the room, music playing gently in the background, the red lights on. And you saw your client laid out just liked you asked, you felt yourself bite your lip, it was rare for you to get really into what clients request. But he was different. Such a large creature, worshipping you and able to take your full strength when you wielded a paddle. Something about it made you tingle, almost made you lose control more than once.
“Hmmm,” the carpet covered the sound of your shoes, but you made your presence known, and he sucked in a quick breath at the sound of your voice. Yet he continued to lay face down.
You fingers ran down his spine, from the base of his skull to his ass. You shamelessly grabbed a handful of it before giving it a quick slap.
Fuck
There was that unprofessional side of you creeping through, wondering what it’d be like to come home everyday to this beautiful man bent over ready to take any punishment you felt like to deal out.
“How bad have you been Reoke?” you said darkly, “confess to me.”
He groaned and his hips moved automatically, “I have been bad goddess, I went to work late, I spent too much on alcohol, I masturbated everyday, I bought you.”
You smiled at the end one, “ah, so sinful, such a bad man, you need to be punished.”
You watched his head nod, “as you command.”
“I’ll give you a choice,” you stood by his head, and move it up so he could see you, his long dark hair draped over his face, his large tusks sticking up by his ears, covered in golden jewellery, you showed him your paddle with bumps along the hitting side, the other side had a SLUT word, so when it left it’s mark, it left a word with it, and a horse cane, “choose.”
“Slut paddle,” he answered much too fast.
“Hm,” was all you gave him, before you pushed his head back down against the bench.
You rounded him, admiring the look once again, watching his ass flex in anticipation. This was the fun bit, watching him squirm, it caused your own stomach to roll in nerves and anticipation.
You rubbed one of his ass cheeks, before flinging the paddle down hard. He flinched.
“Thank you goddess,” he moaned out.
Part of you wished to see his cock bounce as you did it, you were sure he’d be leaking on the floor with just one hit.
You aimed slightly lower, under the cheek, letting him know you plan to hit the back of his thighs as well. Seeing the word “SLUT” there was a turn on for you. Part of you wished you could see it when it bruises or the next few hours when it turns especially red.
At some point, you realised that Reoke was considered a hairless troll, which was quite rare for his species, and you thanked he was quite hairless that you could sometimes see the red marks you made on him.
You whacked him again with a large portion of your strength, that for most people, they’d have to use their safe word, but Reoke took it like a regular hit.
“Thank you goddess,” he groaned out.
You evened it out on the other side, another two hits to his ass, though this time you placed a careful kiss on the marks you were making and gently caressed them with your finger tips.
Time for it to really hurt.
You lined up your shot to the back of his thighs, and heard the slap of skin on your paddle.
He flinched and gasped at the contact, “fuuuuck, thank you goddess.”
With not much pause, you aimed for the other thigh, and once again heard the beautiful sound of his flesh hitting your paddle and the way he whimpered at the sensation, turned fires on in you. Your eyes went wide, waiting for the thanks you were owed. But none came.
Something primal flared up in you.
“Forgetting something?” you said through gritted teeth, trying to keep yourself in check and trying to intimidate Reoke.
“Oh, thank you goddess,” you could almost hear his smile.
You rolled your eyes, “naughty brat.”
You lined up one more shot over the reddening marks on his thigh. You hit him with your paddle again and heard him grunt in pain.
“Thank you goddess.”
“Good, remember next time brat.”
You placed the paddle back with the other impact toys. You felt like edging him a bit, wanting to watch his cock bounce for you.
“Roll over,” you ordered.
He winced as he stood up and again as he sat on the bench, relaxing back. His cock was large, 9 inches long and 4 inches in width. It was surely to large to enter you entirely, not that is hadn’t been part of your fantasies and you had tried to enter a dildo around the same size and it was too much, too much stretch, too long.
It bounced as you used your paddle to caress his inner thigh and over his cock and balls. He looked at you with those dark eyes, pupils blown in arousal. God, he was so hot looking at you like that. His nipples were hard and the urge to bend down and bite them was almost overwhelming, the only thing holding you back was the small semblance of professionalism you seemed to be holding on to.
You stroked the paddle back down to his inner thigh and he spread his legs waiting for the impact of the paddle, and you provided it. The slap of his flesh and his gasp of pain once again, it made you shiver in arousal. You removed the paddle and replaced it with your caring fingers, caressing his inner thigh, rising to trace the line between his testicles. His breathing became harder, faster, and his cock rose to accept what ever touch you’d give him. It dripped for you, lubing it up expecting some sort of friction.
“Goddess, please,” he begged.
“Tell me,” you whispered, and looked directly into his eyes, “tell me what you want.”
His hips lifted off the bench at what he thought, “touch me, touch my cock.”
“A reward?” you asked with your eyebrow raised and a sly smile.
Reoke’s head leaned back, “please goddess, I beg you.”
His large hands flexing, holding himself back.
You placed one finger on his leaking knob, “is this what you want Reoke?”
“More,” he said breathlessly, he lifted his head to watch you.
You placed a fake unimpressed look, when inside you were reeling.
Deciding to indulge him, you wrapped your fist around his cock, requiring your second hand to be comfortable. You played with his cock, spreading his generous pre-cum over his knob and down half his length.
He looked down at you with wide eyes, his mouth open as he groaned and moaned at your soft hands around him. You watched his face as you began to jack him off, his veins along his shaft pulsing and his balls retracted. You released his cock, with a knowing smile. He gasped out a “fuck”.
“You weren’t going to tell me when you were close?”
“No, goddess.”
You almost growled, thoughts that flashed into your mind were along the lines of “how dare he”.
It offended you and the position he had put you in.
You flicked his knob without holding back.
“I’m getting the whip,” you stated through your clenched jaw.
Reoke lifted his head, his eyes wide with fear.
“Please goddess, I’m sorry, I will tell you next time.”
“Too late brat.”
You eyed his face, he had used his safe word once before and you made sure to take extra care of him that night, but despite his pleads, his face was almost begging for it.
You grabbed the nine tailed whip, the one with little knots on the end, you knew that this one stung. You allowed it to caress the side of his face, down his chest, which you gave a light flick. Before settling along his cock.
“Should I whip your cock for being so fucking bad,” you said with a soft smile.
“As my goddess wishes.”
You watched as he sucked in his large bottom lip between his teeth. Anticipation written all over him.
With a gentle brush over his erection, you flicked the whip gently. His cock bounced and he gasped out in pain.
You did it again, this time slightly harder.
He sucked in a breath and groaned out in pain.
“Beautiful,” slipped from your mouth before you could stop it.
You looked to your client laying there looking at you with a different look, you blinked as you tried to decipher it but looked away before flicking the whip over his cock again, and that look was gone with the cringe of pain on his face, yet his cock pulsed at the action.
“Good boy,” you said softly, before leaning down and kissing up his shaft, soothing the stinging sensation.
“I’m close goddess,” he breathed out heavily.
You had barely touched him in a way you’d consider pleasurable and he was about to blow with you soft kisses on his shaft.
With you lips against his shaft, “cum Reoke.”
He gasped and grabbed onto the bench hard, moaning as his cock released his orgasm over his belly.
Reoke’s body relaxed as his cock began to soften, he spoke your name and you realised that the session was over.
You shook your hands and took a breath as you settled your dom mindset and began to focus on helping Reoke and go through the aftercare routine.
You walked to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet towel, and with gentle hands you cleaned the cum off his stomach.
“Would you like a shower today?” you asked tentatively, he normally declined but you always asked. Normally he’d sit up and you’d sit behind him and rub his back and head and he’d tell you to stop before showing you the exit.
“Yes please,” he said softly, almost shyly.
You felt a sense of surprise, “alright, stay here and relax, I’ll go set it up, how do you like the water?”
“Pretty hot,” he said, you looked at him and saw him smile at you.
“Got it,” you kissed his forehead, and walked back to the bathroom.
You found the towels and washcloths, setting them out on the sink, and entered the shower to turn the taps on. You waited for the hot water to come through and then adjusted the cold water tap to a overly warm temperature, on the edge of hot for yourself.
You removed your clothes, and walked to see Reoke sitting up on the bench, thinking.
“Reoke?”
He looked up at you and you watched as he swallowed hard, he stood up and walked over to you. You really forgot how tall he is when he lays down, but now standing up, it almost strained your neck to look at his face.
You reached for his hand and led him into the steamy bathroom, you entered the shower and he followed behind you, there was a tension between you that made your stomach roll with nerves. You wondered what it was, where it was coming from, and if it was just you.
Admittedly, this felt more intimate than other clients you normally provided aftercare for, but it wasn’t any different than that… right?
Once Reoke entered the water, you heard him sigh in relaxation, his shoulders dropped and he rolled his neck. You grabbed a washcloth, putting soap on the cloth, and began washing Reoke’s back. Your eyes followed the path of your hands, starting up on the top of his back, between his shoulder blades, before moving down his spine, washing around his waist until you hit his ass and washed over his flesh there.
“Turn around.”
He did silently, you looked up at him and saw how he watched you, his eyes flickered between your eyes and your hand. You placed more soap on the washcloth, and began on his shoulders, and watched as Reoke closed his eyes. Then you cleaned over his chest, down his stomach, and along his hips, avoiding his cock.
You allowed him rinse his body off and you took the time to watch as his hands move over his body, moving the water to rinse the soap off.
“Can you kneel?”
He nodded silently, and knelt before you. The water cascading over his shoulders.
You paused for a moment and felt yourself stare at how beautiful he was kneeling before you, enjoying the water. You reached for the shampoo, and rubbed it in your hands before rubbing it into his scalp, he opened his eyes and looked directly into your own. He looked looked so wonderful when he is in bliss, sexually when you’d hit him to the point of orgasm, and here in the simple act of washing his hair.
You smiled at him, “feels good?”
He nodded, “yes.”
You finished rubbing in the shampoo into his long hair and brought the shower head to rinse it off, then grabbed the conditioner and repeated the process. Except focusing on massaging his head. He groaned and closed his eyes and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the reaction.
“I could do this forever,” you said, “feels almost as good as making you cum.”
He laughed, and it was deep and wonderful.
“I wouldn’t mind you doing this forever, but making me cum is certainly a highlight of my month.”
You hummed, and continued to bring your finger tips into his scalp. Happy with your job, you grabbed the shower head and rinsed him off.
“There,” you smiled proud of your work.
He stood up and with his large finger lifted you chin up to meet his lips with your own in chaste kiss.
“Thank you, I needed that,” he looked directly into your eyes when he spoke and you felt your face flush, and your eyes widened, mouth open in surprise, and your heart beating rapidly against your chest.
“All good,” you tried to mentally shake off what ever this was, “I’m going to hop out, and get dressed, enjoy for how ever long, I’ll let you know when I’m heading off.”
Reoke blinked like coming back to the reality, “of course, I’ll be a minute then show you out.”
You packed up your clothes that you wore to Reokes and reached into your bag for your casual clothes, you were going straight home after all. You slipped on your jeans and your favourite shirt, with crew socks and converse. You fixed your hair into an easy up-do.
You heard the shower turn off, and Reoke came out with only a towel wrapped low around his hips, and you both just stared at each other. Reoke stood at the door taking in your casual look and you looked over Reoke in a way different way that caused your unresolved arousal to come back.
Shit
“I don’t think I’d recognise you without your other outfits,” he tilted his head to side.
You laughed, “not sexy enough to be me?” and gave him a little twirl.
“I’m not sure,” he seemed to hesitate.
“Well, I gotta head off, wanna walk me?”
“Yes,” he took a few large strides and ended up in front of you.
Reoke led you through the house and to the front door, “thank you for today.”
“Thank you,” you said in response, “see you later Reoke,” and you stood on your tip toes and gave him a chaste kiss which seemed to linger. You poked your tongue out as you stepped back and waved as you walked to your car.
One look back you saw Reoke just standing at the door way. One last wave, and you left for home.
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Another month had passed and in your calendar was Reoke again, you almost felt bad about how unprofessional you felt last time. Maybe wearing your casual clothes brought it a bit too close to home for him, or even yourself. You then decided to pack an extra set of domme clothes that were more public appropriate, something you’d probably wear on a night out with a client over the clothes you’d wear when your clients wore nothing at all.
You tried to keep your excitement down as you drove the address he wrote in the notes. It was different this time, some times he did like to change it up. But this was very different.
You scouted it all out before even agreeing to it, making sure that is was okay for you to work in. It was a room at the back of a club, when you checked it out it was bare but you could see the neon lighting around the roof, and notice the walls where things were normally hang from. It clued you in to what Reoke might be planning, loud thumping music to hide any noise, and a clear sex room you could hire out.
So the night came, and you rocked up in your night wear with something deliciously naughty underneath, something you knew he would disobey to get his hands on. You had tempted him before and it had worked, you wanted him to lose control tonight, it was your plan to punish him and make him service you for his indiscretion.
You licked your lips and through the people to the bartender, you mentioned Reoke and they led you to the room you already knew about.
Holding your breath, you opened the door slightly, only to let yourself in. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect, when you walked in. Only to see Reoke in a suit. You paused as you looked over him. The navy suit had a plaid pattern over it, with matching pants that made his bulge look incredible, his white top underneath and the first few buttons undone, revealing his hairless chest. His tusks gleamed in the white neon lights, and his hair tied up and done in a braid, his dark eyes caressed your body.
“Goddess,” he breathed, “you look stunning.”
He stood up straight and walked to you, his form so large it almost made you gasp, how could each time you forget how tall he truly was. You felt your mouth go dry as words felt lost to you for that moment.
You kept on your poker face as he knelt, his head still reaching just below your shoulder, and brought your hand to his mouth and gave it a chaste kiss. You felt the rush of warmth on your cheeks and just waited. You decided that this was purposeful, allowing the anticipation. And he continued to kneel there, your hand in his, his lips pressed against your skin. You revelled in the affection.
You cleared your throat, and immediately he dropped your hand. The power you held over this giant was intoxicating and it brought all the emotions along with the power trip held, your heart thumped hard against your chest and your stomach rolled with nerves, your fingers twitched to touch him.
You closed your hands into fists and shook out your fingers to resist the urge to cup his face and bring it to your own. Instead, you knelt by him and began undoing his buttons.
He sucked in a breath as your fingers gently and deftly undid then all, all the gentleness you could bring to the action, you pulled the shirt from his pants and continued down. Then with a silent gesture he shrugged off his suit jacket and dress shirt. You looked over his naked torso, taking in his chest and his stomach, it bulged just slightly over his pants, and his nipples were a light pink against his beige skin.
Your finger caressed around his areola before pinching and gently pulling at his nipples, and he moaned at the attention.
“Thank you goddess,” he sighed out.
You moved up and stood up, bringing your hands up along the back of his neck before threading your fingers through his hair along his scalp, he gasped at the tension. You pulled his head back before placing a kiss on his lips, between his tusks. He tried to pull closer to you to kiss you deeper, but you held tight pulling him back into his place.
You heard the thumping of the music from the other side of the door, and now you decided to take in your surroundings, with your fingers holding him in place.
The room had completely transformed from the bare room, a large bed, covered in silk laid against the middle of the wall, on the walls were toys off all sorts, and on a small table another myriad of toys. All for you to try on Reoke, or Reoke to use on you. You thought about making this session much more centred on the worship kink he had, unlike last session where you had been much more focused on the impact play.
You hadn’t spoken a word during all of this, and you planned on keeping it that way for most of the session unless you really had to speak.
Unwrapping your fingers from his scalp, you gestured for Reoke to stand. Which he did immediately, your silence caused him to silently obey and watch you intently with his dark eyes.
You began to slowly undress yourself, as if you were uninterested but you heard the way his breathing began to fasten, and each glance you saw his hands clench and his eyes trained on you like prey. Slowly, you removed the dress that covered what you had hidden underneath, a white lacy lingerie set, with garters and straps that cross your waist and breasts. You heard a groan leave his mouth, you couldn’t help but smile. But quickly placed it away as you turned to him.
The lace left nothing to the imagination, it was sheer enough to see your nipples and the clef between your labia. You just stood there and watched as his eyes drank you in. You watched as his hand reached for his cock, repositioning himself.
You stepped closer and closer to him, until your body was an inch away from his, and your fingers reached for his belt, quickly releasing it and the button and zipper just as quickly. Letting his slacks fall to the floor and you reached deep into his underwear, releasing his huge cock, letting his underwear rest on the floor with his slacks.
Reoke seemed like he couldn’t take his eyes off you and his hands were flexing more and more. Wanting to touch you, wanting to do anything other than wait. His cock rested against you as you took another step forward.
Then you returned to your original spot, watching as his cock dropped off your stomach to pointing directly out, twitching every so often.
With a come-hither gesture, you pointed to the ground by the bed. He followed and stood where you were pointing. You sat on the bed in front of him and watched as he knelt down, his mouth open with his blown pupils, his nose sniffing the air. You brought your stocking covered foot to his chest, and he gently grabbed it and kissed the top of it before caressing down your leg to the edge of the stocking at your thigh, unclasping the garter from it and rolling it down your leg, then repeated the process with your other leg. Then he began to worship you.
“So beautiful goddess,” he whimpered against your foot, kissing along it, then on your ankle, “I don’t deserve to even touch you.”
He continued up your calf, then along your thigh, reaching the seam of your lingerie that barely covered your pussy, you sucked in quick breath as you felt his own against your labia.
“Allow me to worship you,” he whispered an inch from your clit.
“Worship me,” you said huskily.
The effect was immediate, his mouth latched onto you with your lingerie in the way, but that didn’t stop the pleasure that coursed through you as you watched Reoke lick along you like a parched man in a desert. His arms looped around your thighs, bringing your pussy closer to him, his hand was able to reach your pussy, pulling the lingerie off to the side and began devouring you without the barrier and the feel of his tongue against you was bringing you closer to orgasm than you thought possible at this point.
Fuck.
You were going to cum so much this session and you plan for him to swallow all but one. He had been so good the last few sessions, he had deserved a reward.
Your hand went into his hair, “Reoke!” you yelped as his tongue expertly worked you.
You couldn’t look away, his tusks digging into your thighs, it felt incredible.
“That’s it,” you encouraged, “make your goddess cum on your face.”
You felt him groan against you, his eyes closed to focus in on your pleasure.
“Bless me with your orgasm goddess,” he said before continuing his ravenous ministrations.
“OH YES!” your orgasm rolled over you and your hips tried to grind against him but he held you tight, licking you through your orgasm.
Reoke left your pussy with a last suck of your sensitive clit, making you shiver as he made a popping sound coming off you.
“Thank you my goddess,” he said softly, kissing your inner thigh gently.
After a deep breath, you right yourself.
“Continue,” you breathed out.
Reoke blinked, then pressed his lips against your hip, you gave a small nod and then he kissed up your belly, along your ribs, then caressed your nipples through your bra with his tongue. Once he was satisfied with how both nipples poked out, he continued to kiss along your collarbone, to your shoulder, then down your arms and kissed each individual finger, before moving back up to your neck. Pressing wet kisses, aware of how his tusks leaned against your face as he did so. Then his lips met your own, and you happily kissed him back.
For a moment you forgot the situation you were in, that you were being paid to provide a service to Reoke, not that this was something you were doing on the side. But the bass of the music pulled you out of your head, bringing the present crashing upon you. You pulled back, and ran your hands down his arm to his hand.
“Show me your devotion,” you whispered as you led his hand to cup your pussy.
“Goddess,” he moaned, his fingers moving the fabric of your lingerie, playing with the wetness there, moving easily between your labia, playing with your sensitive clit before entering you.
One of his large fingers entered you, pressing deep in you, finding your g-spot easily. He started off slow, his finger moving in and out of you, before adding another one, stretching you as you continued to grow wetter and wetter on his fingers. His fingers then began pushing against your g-spot, as he continued you couldn’t help buy moan and encourage him further.
“Please, Reoke,” you begged, “you feel so good baby.”
You looked down to see his eyes meet yours all the while his fingers began picking up pace, your second orgasm was about to hit you.
“Keep going,” you ordered huffing, “don’t stop.”
And he did, even as your orgasm rushed over you, as your body shook and your toes curled and his name left your lips in a scream. His fingers didn’t stop, continued to fuck you through your orgasm and you felt the overwhelming pleasure continue to build. Despite your struggle to push him away or to pull him closer, it didn’t stop.
You yelled his name over and over like a prayer, your mind was white with pleasure and you felt his teeth on your thighs and that did it for you. Another orgasm was forced from your body, this time you felt him slow, his fingers slowly fucked you through your shaky orgasm. You almost groaned as he pulled them out of you, only to feel his hands caress your legs, massaging them, bringing you back to earth.
You closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you tried to form any form of thought.
“So good my goddess,” he said, as his hands continued to massage you from your feet to your thighs.
You felt a smile grace your lips as you enjoyed his attention and the lingering pleasure that you could feel through your clit, the way you felt slightly stretched by his large fingers, and now the way his calloused hands worked your muscles.
You flexed your fingers and moved your toes, and sat up, wondering when you ended up laying down. You reached behind you and removed your bra, and then lifting your hips, to remove your underwear.
“Reoke, come up here,” you patted the bed, “get comfortable on your back.”
He gave a short nod and laid on the bed, you couldn’t help but admire how his cock was still rock hard, and dripping with pre-cum.
“You did so good worshipping me,” you said with a seductive tone, you watched as he swallowed hard. You had never taken his cock inside you before and you were going to try tonight. You’d been training yourself for the last month, determined to be able to fit his huge cock inside of you.
“But I need you to be still for me,” you said softly, you bent down and kissed along his face, over his eyes and then a quick passionate kiss on his lips, still tasting of you.
With a deep breath, you straddled him and he almost choked as you began rubbing yourself on his shaft. You felt something flick in your mind, you felt your control began to fade, but you took a deep breath to ground yourself, you had a mission and you were going to complete it.
Grinding yourself on his cock felt magnificent, it only increased your pleasure as you heard how vocal Reoke was. He was moaning and whimpering your name, you watched his hands twitch on his side like he had the urge to touch you. But your order was firm.
You knelt above him leaning over the side, you brought your hand to his cock and began to line him up with your entrance. You relaxed the best you could and slowly pressed the head of his cock into you. The stretch was immediate and pleasurably painful, he moaned loudly at the feel of you over his knob.
Oh so painfully slow you sunk yourself down over his cock, you breathed deeply and relaxed the best you could, at every moment you felt a stretch you paused and allowed yourself to get used to the feel of him. At half way you pulled up and then pushed back down, you leaned yourself over his torso as you fucked yourself on half his cock.
“So big,” you huffed, you weren’t sure if Reoke could hear you over his own ramblings and mumblings about you being tight and wonderful, and how amazed how you could take him, along with his moans and whimperings.
Each time you sunk down on him, you felt yourself go down further and further, and eventually you reached his hips. It felt far too much and far too deep, but you kept yourself there. Reoke’s hands had wrapped themselves in the silk sheets, his knuckles white.
You sat up straight and loved the way your hips locked in with his own.
“Look at me,” you said with a moan as you felt him twitch, his eyes flung open, “look at how deep you are in me.”
His eyes trailed down your body to wear his cock disappeared within you.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, and then whined, “I’m close.”
“Good,” you reached back and began to caress his testicles, you felt him twitch within you. You began being a little rougher, slapping them then tickling them.
He yelled and you grabbed his hands to grasp at your breasts.
“Cum inside me Reoke,” you moaned, “give your goddess your essence.”
He almost roared as his hips began to stutter against you and you moaned at the movement.
“C-C-Cumming!” he yelled.
You watched as his eyes rolled back into the back of his head and then his thighs began to shake, and you felt him twitch and shoot his cum within you. You leaned forward and began kissing along his mouth, his head leaned up to meet you more passionately, and his hands reached around your waist, rolling you onto your side so he leaned slightly over you. His hips rocked slowly as you felt him still somewhat hard. But he stopped as he kissed you softly, his hands kneaded your waist and back.
He pulled back and looked down at you, “I can’t believe you took me all the way.”
You smiled and softly kissed him, “you were amazing.”
You felt him soften within you and he hummed.
“Did you want any aftercare here?” you asked.
He removed himself from you with a gasp, “no, this is enough. The club isn’t the greatest place to have a shower.”
You laughed softly and grimaced, “yeah, I can’t imagine it’d be 100% hygienic, looks like I’ll be keeping your cum in my underwear or dripping down my thighs.”
Reoke groaned, “gods, don’t start, I’ll get hard again.”
He rolled from the bed, sitting on the edge, and you watched his body move as he sighed. Sometimes you wished you could read his mind.
“Mind if I keep these?” he raised his hand, still not looking at you, and in his hand was your white lace panties.
“Yeah, of course,” you said, he paid you enough for him to literally keep anything and you’ll happily replace it.
Reoke stood up and began dressing himself back into the plaid suit, but kept his jacket off.
You followed, and dressed yourself, feeling sticky between your legs. He looked at you while you dressed back into the dress you had, and saw his nose smell the air.
“You smell like me,” he said gruffly.
“I would hope so,” you smiled, “you did just cum directly into me.”
He led you out of the club, his large hand holding your waist protectively as you moved through the club. With a brief look, you could see people staring towards you, some species with olfactory to sense had their eyebrows raised.
“Are people staring?”
“Don’t worry about it, people stare all the time. Plus you’re gorgeous, who wouldn’t stare at you.”
You felt a blush raise on your cheeks, “thank you.”
Reoke just nodded.
The both of you finally made it outside, you breathed in the cold, night air deeply.
You felt his hand drop from your waist and you felt your stomach drop as you turned to say goodbye.
You saw his face, it was looking at you contemplative before he shook himself from whatever thoughts plagued him. You internally shrugged and placed a friendly smile on your face.
“Thanks for tonight,” he spoke up.
“Oh, it’s always a pleasure Reoke.”
He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, between his large tusks.
Then he walked off without another word, and you could only just watch. Thoughts running wild, trying to read him.
Two weeks had passed and normally you would get the notification that Reoke had rebooked for the regular monthly visit, but nothing came through. Nerves rolled through your stomach, you looked back on your last visit. Had you gone too far? He’d have used the safeword if he wasn’t comfortable, right? What were you missing?
The thought of him finding someone else caused a sliver of jealousy to run through you, but you shook it off easily, this was never personal, it can’t have been if you were paid. But you knew better, maybe it was for the best if it was becoming too personal for you.
You shook your hands of your anxiety and decided to wonder what was next for you, honestly not having Reoke in your line-up made the month pass bit boringly. You tried to have at least one session a week, which would get you through that week plus have a little bit of savings on the side.
Another month passed, and still no sign of Reoke and you were beginning to be okay with it. Yes, you missed him. Yes, his sessions was the highlight of the month and, just like a majority of the clients you have, you put a lot of effort into what you did, there was a part of you that kind of wished for some feedback or a goodbye of some sort, especially after so long. It’s one thing if it was a one time thing, but Reoke had been coming to you every month for over a year.
You were sitting at a table at a fancy restaurant, lost in thought. You had your client across the table from you, it was kind of his thing to come to these incredibly opulent restaurants, spoil you while you are just completely uninterested and eventually leaving with someone else. You assumed it was a humiliation thing, there was no sex involved just acting like you would rather be with someone else than them and then do just that, leave with a stranger.
As you were ringing your finger around your wine glass, literally your thoughts else where and your eyes scanning the restaurant while your client talked at you and you made your non-committal noises. And you spotted it, feeling your stomach flip, his tusks and his skin, hairless trolls were so rare, it could only be him, sitting at the bar. You watched him as he sipped on his whiskey, god, you wanted to run your fingers through his hair.
You checked the time on your phone and saw it was almost time to show your client how little the thousand dollar dinner meant. Your eyes glanced over him, he was an average human man, not bad looking, but not quite your type either. You played with the last piece of cherry tomato on your plate and sighed.
In the middle of your clients sentence, you spoke up curtly, “I need the restroom.”
You stand up not even waiting for a response and walked towards the bathroom, your lavender coloured dress, that was flattering in all the right places, and a slit that rose right up to your hip. You didn’t even go to the toilet, you looked back to make sure your ‘date’ was watching. You went right up to the bar, far enough away from Reoke to not make it obvious you had noticed him.
The bartender came up to you and asked what you’d like, you browsed the cocktail menu before settling on something that had your favourite liqueur. You could feel eyes on you, it was the plan to seduce someone else while your date watched, but you only wanted one set to notice you. Part of you wasn’t even sure how to even approach Reoke, and hoped he approached you, but you know you won’t be able to pass up the opportunity to talk to him.
An orcish man came up to you first, complimenting your hair and dress, his fingers lingered on your exposed spine. It turned your skin cold, and you flitted your eyes but made it known that you weren’t interested, he shrugged with a smile, and made his way back to another section of the bar.
You turned with your cocktail against your lips, sipping at the sweet drink, and crossed your legs, exposing them. Your eyes turned to where Reoke was last and he caught your eye before quickly looking away, his face turning pink.
You licked you lips and felt your nerves roll through you, it was time to talk.
You gracefully hopped off the stool, and walked towards Reoke.
“Reoke?” you spoke softly, “I’m surprised to see you here.”
He cleared his throat, and turned to look at you. His eyes eating you up.
“It has been a little while,” he said shortly.
You frowned a little, “are you waiting for anyone?”
Reoke coughed and raised his hand through his hair, you noticed how he had braided one side of it.
“Not really, not any more,” he sipped his drink and rolled his eyes.
“Want to talk about it?” you gave him a soft smile, swishing your drink in your hand.
He huffed and looked into your eyes before sighing and nodding, “I was meeting someone new, to play,” he looked at you, as if gauging your response.
You hummed and nodded, “not quite the right type?”
He looked almost relieved that you didn’t react negatively, but there was a sting there and a curiosity.
Reoke groaned, “no one is the right type, I’ve been trying to find someone else since…”
“Me?”
He nodded, “yeah, you.”
“Want to talk about that?” you felt your stomach roll hard, it was rising up your throat the anxiety you felt, but you kept your practised cool.
Reoke couldn’t stop looking over your face, you wondered what he was looking for.
“Just felt it was time to move on,” he said softly.
You nodded, “I guess I was thinking the same thing, but I’m selfish,” you laughed a little to yourself.
“Selfish?” he leaned a little into you.
You shrugged, “I was enjoying myself a bit too much to be professional.”
He looked at you wide eyed, “what? Really?” and he smiled, wide and beautiful, stretching beyond his golden decorated tusks.
You felt yourself blush, the nerves now something more along the lines butterflies.
“Of course!” you laid your hand on his that laid on the bar, “how did you not notice?”
“I think I did, because I was thinking the same thing, it was becoming too personal.”
Somehow you were closer than before, your faces inches from each other, “are you going to kiss me Reoke?”
“Yes,” he breathed out.
And before you had another chance to think about it, you pressed your lips against his, his tongue reached out the caress your lips and you hungrily accepted it. Passionately kissing, until you realised where you were. You pulled back reluctantly, placing a last chaste kiss against his own.
You looked over to the table you were sitting at, the client looking at your interaction with lustful eyes. It gave you the ick, this was a genuine interaction not the faux interactions to fulfil his desires.
“Want to take a walk with me?” you offered.
Reoke looked back and motioned to your date, “and him?”
You smiled, “he’ll be fine.”
Reoke nodded like he understood, which you were sure he didn’t quite get it just from the interaction alone. But there were no follow up questions, which you appreciated.
You grasped his hand and led him out of the restaurant.
A ping from your phone causes you to pause and you opened it to see a wink face, and how that the person you picked was perfect along with a massive tip. Your cheeks flared in anger.
“Everything okay?”
You swallowed it down, “yes, definitely better now.”
Just looking at him seemed to calm your angry heart, but now it ran faster for a different reason.
“Reoke,” you said softly, “I’m not really sure what to do here,” you said honestly.
“I like you,” you admitted, your face turning red, “and if you’d like we could explore this? If your able to?”
“I will have to think about it,” he said softly, “I’m not sure how’d I feel about your work if we became personal.”
You stopped on the pavement, and brought out a notepad and pen. Quickly, you wrote your personal number on it.
“Call me, even for something casual, I miss our sessions.”
“I do too, last one was more than words could describe.”
“I’ll admit that there was a lot of preparation on my part,” you laughed softly.
He groaned softly, “gods, don’t tell me that.”
“I love the effect I have you,” you said closing the gap, feeling that rush of being a domme.
He leaned down, “I can barely hold myself back,” he kissed you again.
But before it the passion came into it, you pulled back. Placing the note into his hand.
“Think, and call me.”
He nodded silently and with great hesitation, you said your goodbyes and felt a slight skip in your step as you walked away.
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A week had passed since you bumped into Reoke. The first two days you kept checking your phone, the phantom vibrations in your pocket caused you so much anxiety. The third day, you still had an issue checking it but it really only occurred while you were already checking your phone. By the fifth day, you were no longer checking your phone just for Reoke and you realised you knew nothing about Reoke’s life, you didn’t know what he did for work other than he could afford your rate plus tip, you only knew what he hired you for.
You looked over your calendar and you felt your nerves rise, you never really thought that you’d have to choose between your work and a lover. Never even thought of it at all, you never expected to gain feelings for anyone in your line of work nor outside of it. You were content being single and looking after yourself.
Finally on the eighth day, you heard a ping from your phone and saw a text from an unknown number.
U/K: Hello, this is Reoke, I’ve been able to think about it and I want to see you outside of play. Get to know you without the expectation of play.
You: It’s so good to hear from you! Yes a brilliant idea, there’s a local coffee shop I enjoy, would you like to meet there?
Reoke: Sounds good, I have a lunch break and a bit before my afternoon meetings tomorrow.
You: Brilliant, I’ll send you the address and you send me the time.
With a contented sigh, you flopped onto your bed and smiled. It’s been so long since you’d felt this way about anyone. You had closed your books and decided to take a break from your job. Dealing with this new thing made it hard to get intimate, even in a professional capacity. Every action caused you to think of Reoke, it wasn’t fair on your clients for them to spend money when your mind was half way else where, so you told them you had to go on holiday for a while. Each of them were understanding, some even wanted to pay you to ignore them specifically during your “holiday”.
Tomorrow came much too quickly, and you couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck. Wringing your hands and shaking your knee at a corner table, you picked it especially so you were closer to Reoke. This was new, all of this was way too new. You didn’t really know how to navigate all of this. Which in the fashion that got you into being a paid dom, you decide to just wing it and fake it until you make it.
You smelt the familiar cologne before you looked up to see him looking so fucking incredible, you felt your mouth go dry as you looked over him in this business casual look, these dark grey slacks, and a white button up shirt undone to the middle of his chest. His tusks freshly filed and waxed, his dark hair slicked back into a pony, and his eyes roamed over you.
“Reoke,” you breathed out, “nice to see you.”
He sat on the other available chair right by you, he looked almost too big for it despite you trying to pick out the bigger chairs, “you too.”
“I’ve ordered for us already,” you smiled, “I think you look like a dirty chai latte sort of guy.”
Reoke looked over you before nodding, “that does sound wonderful, but I normally would get a caramel cappuccino.”
You pointed to you head, “locked it in for next time.”
Reoke smiled at that, a light blush covered his cheeks, and he cleared his throat, “yeah next time.”
“Thank you for meeting me,” you said softly, it was different connecting in this kind of environment, there was an unspoken bit of tension between you. You were so used to taking control you actually had to calm that side of your brain. Sure you wanted to fuck the absolute living lights out of this man, but you had to really reel that back, it was easy to think about until you saw him. The dom side seeing him flustered really wanted you to pull out the dom in you.
“No problem, it’s a bit different, don’t you think?”
You released a sigh of relief, “absolutely, but I think it’s definitely needed. The side of me that you normally see is so close to the surface though.”
The shade of red just deepened as he looked at you, his eyes wide and pupils blown, and the way he licked his lips, it was clear he was thinking what you could be doing instead of this.
“Yeah, it’s really hard not to think about that,” he coughed out.
The waitress came over and placed the drinks between you, before lingering on your drink, “here’s the baristas number,” she winked at you.
You sort of blinked in surprise as she placed the piece of paper by your coffee, “oh-uh- look I’m not-,” you tried to reject the number but before you could get out a sentence the waitress left the table.
You shook your head before looking up at Reoke, and he just frowned, the blush no longer on his face, just a serious look. You placed the number off to the side, not taking note of it and placed your attention right back towards Reoke.
“Are you working today?” you began.
Reoke blinked out of what ever thoughts were running through his head, “yes, been a pretty busy day.”
“I’m glad you were able to make time for me,” you smiled softly, and truly you were grateful even for the opportunity to get to know him personally.
“It’s no problem, I wanted to see how this would work,” he motioned between the two of you.
You nodded, “same, I mean the chemistry when we play is insane, I think it’d work outside of it,” you admitted out loud.
Reoke blinked at the admission, “really? You’d think we’d work outside of play?”
He said it with an attitude that was more disbelieving than genuine curiousity. You frowned.
“Yes, Reoke,” you said sternly, and bit gently on your lower lip for a moment, you could feel the dominant side of you coming through, you tried to quieten the thoughts that roared at you to put him in his place. Despite that being your dominant side, it was still you. Reoke looked at you with those dark eyes and his mouth opened slightly.
You took a deep breath to settle what was going on inside, “I know we’d work outside of play.”
Reoke released a breath he had been holding, and nodded, “of course,” and you couldn’t help but watch as he swallowed.
“Enjoy your drink,” you said, bringing your drink to your mouth.
Reoke followed, trying out the dirty chai you ordered for him, he hummed, “that’s actually really good.”
You smiled wide, proud of yourself, “I’m just too good.”
“You are brilliant go-,” Reoke stopped himself and turned completely red like a tomato.
You felt arousal surge through you. He almost called you goddess and, fuck, that was something you didn’t think would set you off, a little bit of play in public.
“What was that Reoke?” the rope had snapped, and you wanted him dripping for you, or at least hard and wanting your touch. It then felt like you were the only two people in the room, everything faded out except for your interaction with Reoke.
He seemed to shrink back, but you wouldn’t have that. You adjusted your chair to get slightly closer to Reoke, and placed your hand on his that sat on the table. You finger drew circles on the top of his hand.
“Goddess,” he whispered, he turned his hand over so you could draw on the other side.
Which you grabbed and brought to your mouth, licking your lips before placing a wet kiss on it, “good boy.”
He grunted and gave a short nod, you released his hand and took another deep breath before taking a sip and smiling at Reoke.
“No play,” you reminded the both of you.
“Right, yeah,” Reoke breathed out and adjusted himself.
“What do you do for work?” you changed the subject, still feeling incredibly aroused by Reoke.
“Oh, well I am a CTO, for a marketing company in the city,” Reoke stated.
“And there’s no one else on the books?” you probed, you wanted to know everything and his relationships is a good starting point.
“There’s no one, paid or otherwise,” he said softly.
“What about the past?” you didn’t quite understand how such a successful troll like him wouldn’t have any wives. Trolls you’ve met in the past have had two or three spouses, with their spouses taking other spouses. Their cultural standard was polyamory and polygamy.
He shrugged, “I guess with my tastes it’s easier to pay for it, our kind are traditional.”
That you could agree with, anything outside the norm would generally be considered un-troll-like and could be barred from cultural events and rituals. If it came out that Reoke liked a certain kind of kink or fetish that was not considered normal he could be alienated from his family.
“And I’m monogamous,” he said quietly behind the mug of coffee, making sure no one else could hear.
And that surprised you honestly more than anything.
“I didn’t expect that,” you said honestly.
“Is it a problem?”
“Oh, no, not at all! I mean humans are diverse,” you began to ramble, “and I am really flexible with that kind of thing, I mean maybe romantically I’d consider myself monogamous but you know, I just sorta go with the flow.”
“And you don’t mind the stares?” he said softly, almost hurt.
You opened your mouth to rebut the claims, but then you noticed the side-eyed looks from a few people in the cafe, but you pretended that you didn’t notice them, “what stares?”
He rolled his eyes, “people have been and are looking, you- your,” he huffed, “trolls aren’t considered good looking, and you- you’re beautiful.”
“Look at me Reoke,” you ordered softly, and he obeyed, “you are so fucking beautiful, and the fact your attention has been on everyone else and not on me exclusively makes me a little jealous.
“I think we need to leave anyways, our time is almost up,” you quickly downed the last mouthful of coffee and stood up.
“The number…” Reoke spoke up.
“I don’t want it,” you said plainly and began to walk towards the exit. You heard Reoke stand to follow you closely behind.
You left the cafe and stood on the curb by the carpark, “which one is yours?”
Reoke pointed to a white SUV and you walked to it, and stood by the drivers side. Reoke stood by you.
“I’m sorry I didn’t notice people staring,” you said softly, looking up Reoke and gently placed his hands in yours, “I guess I’m not that aware of anything but you.”
Reoke sucked in a quick breath, then released a long one, and squeezed your hand gently.
“Was this okay?” Reoke said softly, like he was asking you both the question.
You nodded, “in my opinion, it’s going to take time to adjust to this, but I want it. Badly.”
“Your work-,” he began.
“Is not an issue, I’ve put an indefinite hold on it until we’ve sorted what this is and I’ll decide from there,” you smiled softly, “plus I find I can’t really work when my mind is so tied up with you.”
Reoke smiled genuinely at that, “thinking of me when you are with other people?” he leaned down towards you a little.
You hummed, “absolutely, how can I not? I’ve been thinking of you constantly for longer than I would be willing to admit, and now that there could be an ‘us’, I can’t really do it.”
“Is it too soon to ask if I could kiss you?” he said gently, testing the waters.
You couldn’t help but smile wide and laugh a little, “please do.”
“Can I kiss you?” Reoke leaned down further.
“Yes,” you breathed out.
And you pulled him down the extra little bit, reaching up as well to reach his lips. His lips were so fucking soft, you couldn’t believe it. You moved your tongue out asking for entry and he opened his lips and met your tongue with his own. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. He turned you so your body was held between him and the car and then lifted you up, pressing himself against you.
“Fuck Reoke,” you moaned.
He just hummed and continued to kiss you passionately. You could feel his hard cock against your body, and he began to gently rub it against you.
You threaded your hand into the back of his neck onto his scalp, you pulled his hair forcing him off your lips.
“You’re being so fucking bad, if we were here in public I’d have you on your knees worshipping me,” you said with a smile, Reoke rolled his eyes and mumbled something erotic, “but you have to go back to work and I think taking a small breather is good, not that I actually want to.”
“What would you rather do Goddess?” he whimpered.
“Finish your work and then message me, and I’ll tell you over text.”
Reoke closed his eyes and groaned a little before releasing you. You landed on shaky feet, and the arousal felt so heavy and the urge to abandon everything just to get release was so strong.
An idea popped into your head, a really fucking naughty one.
“Wait here a moment Reoke,” you said quickly, “I need to give you a gift, open your car for me.”
You jumped into the back seat as soon as you heard the car unlock, Reoke stood by the open door and watched you with wide aroused eyes, you lifted your dress and began to remove the lacy underwear you decided to wear today. He just watched you with an open mouth and you could see his cock twitch in his pants. Your underwear was slick with your arousal, you flattened your dress as you got out of the back and handed your underwear to Reoke.
He just held them in his large hand, “fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Thank you is a good one,” you teased.
“Thank you,” he said, almost in shock.
“Kiss me quickly, and you can get back to work,” you ordered.
He leaned down and you met him again, with a quick chaste kiss before laughing and getting into your car in the row behind his.
“Bye!” you waved with a smile.
Reoke smiled back, blush over his face and neck, and waved back shyly.
The moment you got home, you raced inside and began to fuck yourself to completion, just thinking of Reoke using your underwear to masturbate made you cum so quickly.
You couldn’t wait for the message from him later in the evening.
Chapter 4: Reoke POV
Summary:
Just a quick little chapter from Reoke's POV, felt right in this moment to see what he's thinking after what happened in the previous chapter and just how enamored he is with our little reader. It probably won't be very often this happens, or maybe the only time it happens. But it came quite naturally to write from his POV in this moment, totally unplanned aha.
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Reoke just sat in his car, with your underwear in his hands. He hadn’t felt like this in such a long time, maybe admittedly ever. The last time he felt this kind of spark was watching you take his cock, your small body compared to his own just stretching wonderfully over it. It made him hard every time he thought of it. That moment was when he knew he wasn’t happy with the situation between, he felt possessive and almost heartbroken about it all, so he knew it was time to end things.
Saying goodbye that night was hard, you were special, bright and light. Reoke had doubts on whether you had really enjoyed his company, that his money talked more than your experience with him, but he saw the passion that you put into him and he became addicted to it.
Then he saw you at that bar, dressed up like starlight and so beautiful he could have stared but he willed himself not to, and then you came to him, with that perfect smile and that perfect voice. Reoke was already down from a failed date, and why not torture himself by talking to you, admitting to you that you were special and no one could compare. The last thing he was expecting was you kissing him and then asking him out. He couldn’t help that skip in his step.
He felt young again and he certainly wasn’t a young troll any more. He had given up looking for a spouse within his own community and he was considered ugly in others. But you, you looked at him like…
No. He can’t think like that. Fuck, he can’t work like this.
Reoke picked up his phone and called in sick, saying that lunch didn’t go down right and have to make it up working from home later on.
He raced home, your underwear between his legs, he wanted it wrapped around is face. Your scent consuming him. Reoke could smell it already and it made him pulsingly hard.
Parking in his driveway, he brought the underwear to his nose and breathed in deep.
Fuck, he was an absolute pervert and he knew you loved it. Gods, he loved it.
Rushing into his home, he sat on the couch and continue to smell the beautiful scent of your arousal, while undoing his slacks and bringing out his cock. Images of you sinking yourself, forcing him to stay still, invaded his memory and that was it, he rapidly stroked himself and in minutes he spilt his seed over his hand and pants.
“I’m ruined,” Reoke said to himself, sighing with the release and relaxing back into the couch.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the messages from you, the temptation to message you for attention was almost irresistible. Reoke breathed deeply, trying to centre himself and raking his fingers through his hair.
He kept glancing at the phone, he knew he couldn’t allow this kind of personal life to affect his work life, but how could it not. Reoke felt so consumed with the conflicting emotions this whole situation caused. It wasn’t your fault.
If Reoke was to make you his spouse - the thought of that caused a squishing feeling in his stomach, and his heart race - he would spoil you beyond anything. To do that he needed to keep his job, preferably.
His fingers twitched and that was it, his phone between them with your text box, keyboard up, ready to type.
Then he saw you typing a message, he held his breath and waited for your message.
You: Hey! It was so nice to see you today, I’m sorry if I crossed any boundaries.
Reoke felt his stomach roll, you were always so caring and so considerate of him, it made his heart feel full.
Reoke: Hello, no, you didn’t at all. I really enjoyed my time with you.
You: you’re not working?
Reoke held for a moment, he couldn’t lie to you but he felt bad about disobeying an order. But you weren’t his official dom… yet.
Gods above, he wanted you so fucking badly. Sure, the first session you had together was a learning curve, especially with someone so little compared to himself commanding him about. There was a possibility that you would never be able to take him but fuck you proved him wrong, humans were so strange with their ability to adapt to almost anything.
Other cross-species couples, especially with different sizes couldn’t have penetrative sex unless there was a potion or lotion or spell to make it work, but humans could just work themselves up to it without any assistance, maybe just some lube to ease it a bit.
But gods, the moment you took him, he had no reason to not want you permanently. Which definitely crossed that prostitute and client boundary.
Reoke: no, I decided to take a half day, sort my thoughts.
It was enough of the truth, but still didn’t sit right to go against what you had told him specifically to go to work then message you.
You: ah that’s fair, take it easy on yourself… though I can imagine you were much too worked up to go to work ;)
Reoke smiled, it felt better, only slightly.
Reoke: sorry I didn’t go to work, I definitely was way too worked up and I really did want to sort out my thoughts.
You: Have you worked out you big situation?
Reoke: I did
You: Tell me all about, I really want to know, then I’ll forgive you.
Reoke’s mouth hung open a little, salivating at the thought of telling you his perverted masturbation session, it made him hard all over again. Gods, he felt like a teenager again.
He took in your scent once more before wrapping his cock in your underwear, and began to stroke himself slowly with one hand, the other typing.
Reoke: I kept your underwear on my face, smelling your wonderful scent to get me off in minutes. I’m rock hard again and have wrapped my cock in your underwear, and jacking it off slowly.
You: Good boy, I love that you are using my knickers get off, how do I smell Reoke?
He groaned as he felt his pre-cum wet your underwear, making it easier to slide against.
Reoke: like bliss, sweet and wonderful, I could live between your legs. I’m getting so wet thinking about it.
You: me too
Reoke: are you touching yourself?
You: absolutely, playing with my clit at the moment.
Reoke rolled his eyes back and began to stroke faster, his balls tensed as his orgasm began to rise. He released his phone and held the base of his cock tightly while stroking, and just before he felt the no-return. Completely stopped. He decided to edge a few times before blowing his seed.
Reoke: I almost came but I stopped
He admitted to you.
You: hot. Edge yourself until I tell you I’m about to cum.
Reoke: yesss
So then he focused, waiting for your message. Constantly stroking himself to almost completion before stopping. The third time it was almost too close, his cock flexed begging to cum and his hand clenched at the feeling. Looking at his phone, with no message was torture. So he started slow, pumping with your now ruined underwear, soaked with his pre. He mumbled /goddess/ over and over like a prayer, begging you to message him. The fourth time he got close, he had to shut his eyes closed and roared out in frustration despite it all being by his own hand.
Reoke: please goddess, I’ve almost cum 4 times, I need you please.
You: you beg so wonderfully, one more time and then you can cum.
Reoke: thank you, fuck thanik you
Reoke began to pump his cock with purpose. He reached that edge so quickly it startled him, but he ripped his hands from his cock as it flex and he grasped the pillow underneath him and clenched his jaw as he tried to calm himself.
The moment he calmed to a baseline a ding came through his phone.
You: when you cum, keep jacking off until you can’t stand it any more.
Reoke rolled his eyes back as his cock jumped at the thought, you wanted him to have a bit of overstimulation and he was happy to provide.
Reoke: yes
He sent that to let you know he acknowledged you message and began stroking himself fast and hard, wet noises came from the aggressive pumping. He allowed his thoughts to run rampant and saw in his minds eye the way you make him grovel, the way you taste, the way you smack him, then lastly the way you sat on his cock, stretching him within you.
That was it, he moaned loudly as his orgasm rolled over him, the pleasure zinging up his entire body, but he didn’t slow his fist. Reoke continued the same pace as his seed spilt over his fist only adding more slip to his fist, his legs began to shake and the pleasure began to build on top of what he felt, it was almost too much, he continued to cum a little but once nothing else came out the consistence of his rhythm began to stutter as his sensitive knob began to feel raw. Which Reoke then decided to stop and began to slow his breathing starting with a deep one.
He leaned his head back, his eyelids heavy two sessions in such a short amount of time.
Reoke: that was incredible
You: I’m glad
There was a pause and Reoke felt a little anxiety roll through him. Then your little typing dots came up.
You: I think we are going to need to discuss new boundaries for these kinds of situation.
Reoke nodded, he definitely agreed. With the possibility of exclusivity there are going to be new rules and boundaries that needed discussing.
Reoke: I agree, how about we set up another date and discuss it then?
He was treating this like setting up a business meeting, but this was much more wanted and needed than any business meeting he could conjure in his imagination. Which admittedly was full of you.
The thoughts that still roamed in his mind was still the issue of his monogamous nature. He wanted you to himself and if that can’t happen then maybe you and him couldn’t happen. With his mind made up, he began to think of the next date to lay this all out to you.
Chapter 5
Notes:
Only one more chapter left to go... I am actually kinda sad about it. But happy with how this has gone considering there were no plans except that I loved Reoke aha.
Also there's a whole lot of dialogue in this chapter!
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Days had passed and despite the fun you had over text after your coffee date, it seemed Reoke had pulled back. He had mentioned reassessing your rules and boundaries for whatever was between you but you were hoping there would be more communication between you as you entered this new thing between the two of you.
But he had really only organised a casual dinner at his house and confirmed it all. Which felt almost sterile. You tried messaging with a bit of cheek or flirtation but he gave short answers with no where to go and it disheartened you. It didn’t feel how it felt when you saw him and how open he was when he honest about when he got home and why.
You had to wait until the weekend for this lunch at his house, and it couldn’t come fast enough. You had enough time spiralling in your thoughts with this distance he’s been putting between you. Admittedly, you knew you found it hard to control yourself with him, your dom side just comes out so naturally. Anything he does to submit does everything to your body, from blushing to the pooling of your arousal.
This sucked, maybe if you had a regular job you could sink yourself into it. But since you didn’t, you couldn’t. You could only sigh into your couch, and maybe read or play some video games. But it only distracted you for so long until you find yourself itching to message Reoke again.
Finally the weekend arrived after much cleaning what was already cleaned, cycling through the same 5 video games that couldn’t capture your attention enough.
You took your time getting dressed, wearing something casual but also a little sexy, a cute little dress you bought the other week, it was bright and colourful with flowers embroidered along it, it had a sweetheart neck line that was low enough to show off cleavage, and the dress hang to the middle of your thighs. You purposely bought new matching lacy underwear and bra that matched with the vibrant colours in your dress.
With a steadying breath, and one last twirl, you made your way out of your house towards Reoke’s.
You parked on his driveway and despite having been here a myriad of times, again it was different. You aren’t going to find him naked and leaking, waiting for you to arrive. It was a talk you planned together, but it’s almost pavlovian that your body decides to react as if you are about to punish the ever living life out of him.
You shook your hands, trying to release the energy building up in your system. This was going to be harder than you thought.
Exiting you car with a tray of brownies you baked as an offering felt strange, and the walk up to the door felt strange, knocking on his fucking door felt strange, and then seeing him, standing tall and strangely stoic felt sooooo fucking weird.
“Hey,” you said softly, “I come bringing gift.”
You saw as Reoke swallowed hard, he was wearing dark jeans with a navy polo with 3 the buttons undone, exposing a sliver of his chest.
“Thank you,” he took the brownies off your hands and opened his door for you, “come in.”
“Thanks,” you breathed in the scent of him and his home, it made your stomach roll with arousal, “I don’t think I ever mentioned that you have a really nice home.”
Reoke led you through the house, and you habitually looked down the hall where his play room was.
Reoke hummed, “I don’t think you did, thanks though.”
You frowned, something definitely was up. He led you to the kitchen and placed the brownies on the bench.
“Reoke, stop,” you said softly, he did as you said and you walked around him, looking critically at him, and you noticed he couldn’t meet your eyes, “what’s going on? I can feel the distance you’ve been putting between us.”
He just sighed, resigned, “I don’t know how today will end, I’m preparing myself.”
“For the worst?” you questioned softly.
He just nodded, and you relaxed your shoulders. You reached up slowly, giving him time to reject your comfort, but he allowed you to cup his jaw.
“Reoke, look at me,” you said and he followed along, “there is very little you could do to jeopardise what I feel for you, let get this talk out of the way, I want us to be on the same page and ready to move forward.”
He nodded sharply and moved out of your touch towards the dining table, you sat on opposite sides to each other.
“Allow me to start,” he began and you nodded silently, listening intently, “I do not- no, can not be with you if you continue to be a professional dom.”
The statement hit you in the chest, the last few years it’s been so good financially and you haven’t had a 9 to 5 kind of job in a long time.
“I don’t expect you to quit immediately, if we become exclusive, and I will completely support you financially until you no longer want my support.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” you said defensively.
“I honestly feel like I can’t ask you to quit your job, but here I am,” he stated, “so you can have any amount of money you’d like from me, forever if you’d have me.”
“Forever?” you said softly as you began to blush lightly, you’d never thought you’d be the type to settle down, but the thoughts came flooding with the image of domestic life with Reoke and now the prospect made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
“I- yes,” he now looked directly at you, “I want to commit to this, and as we get to know each other, I think I would continue to fall in love with you.”
“Love?” you felt your heart begin to race and the urge to scream or run began to extend into your limbs.
“I think so,” Reoke admitted, “I’ve been putting distance between us because if you reject my boundaries, there would be no us.”
“And that’s my job?” you said.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” you said nodding, the logistics came flooding into your mind, steps on how to proceed began to appear, “I’m happy to do that, for you.”
Reoke looked almost shocked at you agreement, “truly?”
You laughed softly, “yeah, it’s going to take a little bit to completely exit it, but I am good to do that.”
“No sex with others while you do it?” he still looked at you like he couldn’t believe you just agreed.
“Easy, I didn’t really have sex with many people I serviced, like there’s always a sexual side to these things, but sex was super prominent,” you said casually, “oh, what about our deal?”
“Deal?”
“Yeah, like boundaries for play? It’s going to be different now,” you rolled your shoulders back, trying to release the tension in it from it all.
“Right, yes,” Reoke sat up straighter and breathed out, “I have never had a partner to do this with outside of paying for it, I think I’d like to experiment with different situations.”
“I like the sound of that, to be honest it’s really hard to keep myself contained around you, we could try to just keep to what feels natural.”
Reoke smiled wide, “isn’t that all the time?”
You nodded your head and smiled, “yes, god yes.”
“I can smell it,” he said darkly.
“That’s going to come in handy,” you dragged your bottom lip through your teeth, “I’ve had fantasies about having you home and ready for me.”
“You’ve had fantasies about me?” he seemed genuinely surprised.
“Definitely,” you said with sly smile, knowing you are pushing things forward, “I’ve imagined me coming home from work and you’ve been edging all day, waiting for me to come home and punish you and force you to make me cum, while I continue to edge you with a paddle or my foot. Hearing you beg, ugh,” you began to ramble, the images blasting to the front of your mind.
Reoke’s breathing began to fasten and you could hear it, looking over him red faced and his mouth slightly open. His hands opening and closing and adjusting himself in his seat.
In his silence you continued, “calling me goddess, thanking me for torturing you, only for me to make you cum without permission so I don’t stop forcing another and another orgasm out of you.”
“Goddess, please,” he groaned.
“What are you begging for Reoke?” you teased with a smile, this kind of power trip will never get old.
“Everything,” he mumbled, his pupils blown with arousal, his constant swallowing indicating how much saliva he’s producing.
“Specifics,” you ordered.
“I want to obey and worship you, I want you to put me in my place and torture me with the pleasure I want to give and receive.”
“On your knees Reoke,” you ordered.
He stood up immediately, showing off the impressive hardness bulging in his jeans before walking beside you and dropping to his knees. You turned in your seat to face him. You opened you thighs and you watched as he breathed in deeply.
“Can you smell how much I want you Reoke?” you spoke as a dom, but you decided this wasn’t going to be anything degrading but enforcing how much you want him and only him. You noticed that his self-esteem wasn’t the greatest and you planned to remove any doubt how much you truly wanted him.
Reoke just nodded and continued to breath deeply, leaning his head towards your thighs like he couldn’t help himself.
“Yes, goddess,” he said reverently.
“You are the most worthy of me,” you halted him with your foot on his crotch, “say it.”
“Goddess,” he whined.
“Say it.”
“I am the most worthy of you,” he said hesitantly.
“Such a good boy,” you placed pressure on his crotch and he moved his hips against it. You leaned forward and pulled your fingers gently through his hair, making him feel good.
He closed his eyes at the attention you gave him, savouring every moment of it.
“Good boys get rewards from their Goddesses, don’t they?”
“Yes goddess,” you could see that the praise sent him spiralling into his subspace, his dilated pupils, the way he followed every movement, and slumped like he had no control, all signs he had committed to the space and it warmed your heart that he trusted you with him like this.
“You are so beautiful,” you continued to caress his hair and traced all his features, from his small ears to his tusks, his sharp jaw, and his small eyes, “I’ve never had someone so tempting worship me.”
You watched every reaction to your attention, his jaw clenched as if trying to stop himself rebutting you words, yet his cock twitched against your foot as you continued.
“No wonder I couldn’t resist you, I’d give my you every blessing I could in my power.”
“Goddess,” he said breathlessly.
“Do you want my blessing Reoke?” you said softly, he looked up at you and nodded.
You spread your legs further and tapped the top of your thigh, indicating him to come closer. Reoke obeyed your voiceless command and crawled closer to you, between your legs. You pulled up your dress and leaned back, you felt Reoke’s breath against your lacy covered vagina, it didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Please, can I…?
“Can you?” you led him on to continue.
“Can I lick you?”
“Yes, I want your wonderful tongue on me,” you wished he had lead attached to pull him closer maybe that was something that would be worth looking into in the future, and your mind flashed to the room down the hall. He had so much there that you could explore in the future.
You watched intently as he moved slowly towards you his mouth kissing the on top of your lacy underwear, gently like he was going to break either himself or you. But the moment his face touched you, he groaned and you watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, he began to devour you. His tusks dug into your thighs and you pushed your hips into his mouth.
Eating you out over your underwear was almost torture, you could feel how wet you were and how wet he was making you, and as much as he placed pressure against your clit, it just wasn’t enough. Like he could read your mind, he tore the underwear with the strength of his teeth. Reoke breathed out a sigh looking at your exposed genitals, with his hands he moved the pieces of fabric out of the way and dived right back in. The moment his tongue could move between your labia and he could suck directly against you clit, was the moment the pleasure began to build to the crescendo you craved.
He sucked and tongued you with fervour, shaking his head and moaning against you. Reoke’s eyes opened to look directly at you and you returned the look, watching as he ate you out. You bit your lip trying to hold back your pleasure but it wasn’t working it. It would be so easy to sink into the pleasure Reoke gave you, and you were bordering that line. You were reasoning against the most impulsive part of you, you wanted to release yourself from the control just enough to make you cum.
Your hands moved over to his hair and you threaded your fingers through it, you gently yanked it back, his mouth released you with a pop and he just stared at you with his mouth open.
“Goddess?” he questioned.
“Take me to your room,” you ordered, Reoke just wordlessly nodded.
Using the chair and table as leverage he got up on his feet and held his hand out to you. You readily grabbed it and he pulled you up to your feet gently and then led you silently down the hall, you passed the play room and found yourself in a large room with a giant bed, easily double the size of your king bed at home.
He closed the door behind you and just stood there. Slowly, you pulled him further into the room, there was something so intimate about being there in his space. He took a shuddering breath and allowed you to pull him in.
“Is this okay?” you whispered, checking in.
He released a deep breath, “yes goddess.”
“Not this time,” you said softly, “use my name.”
Reoke nodded.
You reach the hem of his polo and began to pull it up, he leaned down allowing you to undress him. You threw the shirt on the floor and just took your time admiring him.
You breath out as you reached for his face, tracing his features, down his neck, along his collarbone, and then down his sternum. You paused as you felt his heart beating, strong and fast. He only watched as you continued to his stomach, it bulged a little and you loved everything about it. You traced his happy trail until the edge of his jeans, you reached beneath the little bulge of his stomach and popped open the button of his jean, his zipper burst open with the pressure of his erection.
Gently, you grasped his erection through his underwear, Reoke gasped at the attention and mumbled your name, a warning. You could only smile at his desperation, it caused you to shiver in anticipation. You planned on definitely taking the giant cock again, the first time certainly wasn’t enough.
You pushed down his pants and admired the tone of his legs, his beautiful thighs, that you could bite, down to his calve muscles. He slipped off his shoes and then stepped out of his pants, patiently waiting for more or instruction.
“My turn,” you said softly, making this as intimate as possible was the goal, you wanted this moment to be seared into each others memory. Different but just as passionate, this wasn’t work, this wasn’t play, it was much. You couldn’t admit to yourself about how much this meant, but you can certainly could find yourself sinking deep into whatever this feeling was.
Reoke reached out and pulled your dress over your head, easily lifting it over your arms. He admired your matching set of underwear, his fingers caressed the lacy material of your bra, flicking over your nipples briefly. He then turned you around, undoing your bra and releasing your breasts, not that your bra left much to the imagination.
He pulled at your lacy knickers and pushed them down off your hips, and you stepped out of them, then removed your shoes. Leaving you naked in front of him, you watched as his cock pulsed and then it was your turn to finish undressing Reoke. You pulled his underwear out and around his cock and pushed them down off his hips as well, he stepped out of them.
Both of you naked and just looking at each other at an arms length away. The tension between you thick and just needed someone to break it, and that could go either way. It could be passionate, feral sex, or something slow and taking the time to explore.
You were hoping for the latter.
So you grasped Reoke’s hand and pulled him towards the bed, you knelt on top the duvet and pulled him along.
“Lay down with me,” you whispered, the room too quiet, the tension to fragile.
He followed and you laid side by side together. Just looking at one another, you knew you had to lead. Despite this being not play, Reoke was a submissive for a reason, making the moves was not natural, you had to lead him through the motions and you knew he would follow where ever you took him.
You leaned over to him and kissed him gently, your wet lips smacked together so softly. It made you melt. You were both naked, and kissing like there was endless time to enjoy each other. The kissing turned into a slow make out session, his hands grasped at your waist and you held the back of his head as with each kiss you slowly rose and rose until your face was on top and you had one hand on his chest.
Reoke whimpered your name.
“I know,” you replied.
Your hand trailed down from his chest to his hard cock, leaking and ready for more. He groaned against your lips as you tried to wrap your hand around his knob, steadily pumping.
You removed yourself from Reoke’s mouth, he complained with a groan, but it was quickly silenced as you threw your legs over him, resting your wet vagina on his shaft, and began to grind yourself against him. His hands grabbed you by the hips and held onto them tightly. He could only watch with an open mouth, moaning at the friction.
Reoke moaned your name loudly, and bucked his hips in time with your grinding. With the right angle, he lifted his hips and just the tip of his tip entered you. The moment just a piece of him entered you, he stilled. Holding you there, refusing to move.
“Reoke,” you called through a groan, his finger tips were sure to leave bruises.
You wanted to sink lower, you were ready, wet and desperate to be stretched by him. He released you a little and you lowered yourself so that his knob was completely within you.
He growled and pushed his hips up a bit, you gasped at how much he stretched you with such a small push. You paused, and flexed your walls around him. You couldn’t move so you focused on tightening and loosening yourself for him. The moment it was comfortable, you sunk down slowly, allowing yourself to feel the perfect stretch, you went until you couldn’t and paused, repeating this a few more time until he finally sat flush within you.
Hips on hips.
The moment his whole cock was inside you, he roared, flipping you over and began slowly fucking into you.
He curled his back enough to reach your lips and continued to fuck you at the same time. You reached for the back of his head and threaded your fingers through his soft hair, gently holding his head to your own, both of you moaning against one another. His tusks pressed into your cheeks, his tongue in your mouth gently meeting yours in time with his thrusts.
He moaned your name, over and over. He lifted off of you just watching your face as he began to fuck you harder and faster the moment it became so much easier. You were finally able to relax and enjoy the ride, he slid within you like you were made for it.
“Yes,” he hissed, he certainly noticed just how much better this was for you.
You moaned as he began to thrust up towards the spot that made you grasp at him. Reoke noticed and began to repeat the motion.
“Reoke!” you moaned loudly.
“Gods, I love when you say my name like that,” he whimpered and continued to fuck you rhythmically.
You could feel your orgasm catch up to you faster the more pressure he put within you.
“I’m going to cum,” you moaned out, warning Reoke.
“Do it, cum baby,” Reoke moaned.
You felt yourself begin to flutter around Reoke’s cock, and your body began to shake as it rolled over you. Your eyes rolled back and your toes curled at the feeling. Reoke couldn’t help but moan as he felt you flex over him and continued to fuck you through the orgasm.
“I’m so close,” he whimpered.
“Cum inside me,” you said with a croak, “I need it all.”
“Fuck, yes,” he began to continue to fuck you but focused on his own pleasure before thrusting himself as deep as he could, hips against your own, and yelped as he began to pump his cum deep inside of you.
You wrapped your hand in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss as his hips pushed as hard as they could to get as deep as possible. Between passionate kisses you just mumbled ‘yes’ and his name over and over. The other hand holding onto waist, seemingly holding him close.
He pulled back as he pulled his hips away from your own. You groaned in complaint as he pulled out of you, you sucked in a quick breath as he finally left you empty.
“I could have had you inside me all night,” you smiled wide.
Reoke just laughed, his smile wide on his face. He rolled on his side and you joined him, lifting yourself so you were face to face.
His face flushed with contentment, which you reached out to caress.
You surprised yourself with just how happy you felt to be in this moment with Reoke, how wonderful you felt. Looking into his eyes and just watched him sigh at your attention.
You could get used to this, all of this. Nights just spent looking at each other, talking, and enjoying the company you each provide. There was no regret in this moment for choosing Reoke.
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