Collared

Shiya lived your fairly normal life.  No angel, but never arrested or had to leave town.  Her college sweetheart finally proposed...she said yes.  The next stage of life looking pretty normal too.  Her full time job as a CPA  made her a little popular in town and her soon to be husband was the son of the retired Sherriff. Sitting one night at a dinner, her best friend decided to make a toast to her and Michael. But when her best friend said, "..may I wish you all the success and happiness for the rest of your life", something triggered in her.  Was she successful? Is this the happiest she can ever expect? Has her life been written in its totality already?  She's only 36.  Shiya feigned being in the spirit of the rest of the evening as a curiosity started to bubble.  "Is this all I am, is this all I'll ever be?"

For the next week, it's like she pulled herself outside her body and watcher her days, her hours and minutes and questioned, "Is this it?"  Mind you, nothing was bad in her life, a life most would envy for it's lack of drama.  Is that it?  She wanted drama?  It was clear she wanted something.  She started paying attention to everything, searching for the gap in her life and to dive in it like a fountain of youth and make the toast become real. She watched and watched.  She watched how she laughed, she watched how she made her coffee, she watched how Michael made love to her.  She put her life on a petri dish, and watched.

The following Monday, in the office, her boss walked in with someone.  'Shiya, meet Javian, he'll be helping us out with the audit coming up and I need everything in order, show him the ropes", and he walks away leaving the 2 of them standing on either side of her desk.

"Ok then" she says.  She reaches her hand forward, "hi Ja---"

"Just call me J, its ok, nice to meet you, Shiya right? and he took her hand.  As he shook her hand, his rolled up sleeve exposed his muscular forearm and she felt the power in his grip. This she was watching as well.  They chatted and went on with the day's business.  Javian wasn't new to this and actually knew more than her and he started showing her things.  Each day they worked together facing each other across desks but something started to happen.  In between talks she would look up and he was staring at her and the reverse was true, he would look up and she was starting at him.  Javian didn't know he was now in her lab.  She had him stripped down and laying on that petri dish.  She imagined things a woman about to marry should not be imagining.  Javian didn't leave much to the imagination either. Fitted shirts and fitted slacks with suspenders, no tie.  His form, teased her.  They had working lunches and she watched his mouth as he ate. By Wednesday the silent stares became more frequent and a little longer.

On Friday, just after lunch the boss rushes in the office.  "Javian, come with me, they moved up the deadline to next Monday and I need you with me at this meeting in town.

"What about the rest of this work we're doing?" Shiya asks.

"Finish up your part and bring the rest by my place later and I'll do the rest over the weekend" Javian said.  "I'll text you when I'm home".  

"Perfect, let's go!" and the boss herded Javian out of the office and in a minute you hear a car start up and pull away. Shiya had the office to herself until 4pm. Distracted with the thought of going over to his place tonight. What's she going to see, do, hear?  She decided this was going to be a piece of that gap her friend wished for her. decided this was something she needed to chase. She decided she's going to fuck Javian.  She was going to go over his hotel, take control and make him do things to her. Yes!...right? She goes home with the box of folders, places them on the dining table, explains the situation.

"Awe man, that's crazy.  It's ok hun, I'll just order Chinese and hang out with the dog till you get back."  I guess she didn't tell him the task was only to drop off the paperwork and come back home. Unfortunately, Michael didn't pay attention to the shower she took was a lot longer than what she usually does.

"Ok we're done, headed back to the hotel, I'll be there by 6:30" J's text came in...go time!  The excitement turned to nervousness as she grabbed her keys and kissed Michael on the cheek.  "what the fuck am I doing?!" as she walked to her car.  Ok I'll just drop the box off and go home, that's the plan, that's what I'll do.  I'm going to come home and go back to....my...boring...life" and she let out a big sigh as she sat with the car in idle in her driveway. Who would have thought a drive over to a man's place would be filled with saddened emotions.  She was conflicted.  Her body was clean, legs shaved, still business casual, black somewhat fitted pants and black button blouse, hiding lace lingerie. All week, wondering what he was thinking every time they caught each other staring.  Wondering why he jumped to nominate this valiant effort to do the rest of the work himself. they spent all week, watching and working, watching each other eat, laugh, share stories.  She regained composure and took back the reigns in her mind and she turned in and found parking.

She toted that box in hand up the the 5th floor.  The ride up in the elevator felt like an ascension away from her life into a new one.  Clicking heels towards his door then setting the scene with the ding from his door bell...."and...action" she whispers in her head.  She could hear J's footsteps stop at the door but he didn't immediately open it.  Why? The pause to open the door immediately threw her off.  Her finger was on the trigger waiting for her prey to show himself. In the middle of this anticipation being built, the door finally comes to life as the handle turned and reveal her capture.

Wait, what's this? J was already showered and in a white robe!

They stared at each other for a moment. But his stare was now him looking at her on a petri dish. His face was pleasant but dominant, his solid chest peeking out with water droplets still  on his skin, each drop catching her eye.

"Thanks for coming, sorry I didn't think you would get here so quick, so I grabbed a shower so I hope you don't mind." he said as he took the box from her which allowed her to finally see his fullness below his waist in that robe.  Her mind raced as he set the box down at the door.  "do I walk in, is he going to invite me in, just step in, do it!" 

When J stood back up, without saying a word he took 2 steps back.  He was inviting her in without saying a word.  Shiya stared at him and he stared back.  The hunt became a stand off.  Shiya was determined to take him and stepped in.  She turned around to close the door and as soon as she tuned back around, a hand reached right up to her throat and shoved her back onto the door.  Her door to freedom was now her trap door.  The shock poured from her eyes and a gasp only a millisecond short lived.  She grabbed his forearm and felt the girth of his arm pressed between her breasts.  their stare finally gets to continue long and hard, free from the confines of the office, uninterrupted. But not only was her stage in play but she was no longer the huntress.  

"why are you...really here?" J breaks the silence and asks.  He motions his hand up to her jaw, cradling her face firm but not tight and moved her face slowly from side to side. then back to center, and waits. Pressure still applied to her neck but not stopping her from talking.

This is her moment of truth, and she speaks. "To give my body to you". her mind goes into a whirlwind as those words left not just her mind but now her mouth and into his ears, the ears of a man that is not Michael.  Her arousal took flight and she could feel her body lubricating.  This is happening.  J does not speak.  He reaches in with his other hand and pull the button at her waist and pulls the zip down exposing the black lace thong she has on.  He slides his hand in then under and find his way to her wet center. "hmm" as he smiled. He got all his fingers wet then took his hand out and licked his fingers right in front of her face.  Finally she watched his mouth taste her instead of the food he ate all week.  She was his food now.  But now a flip, something she didn't expect.  He pulled her and flipped her around, quickly, aggressively, pressing her body facing the door. He makes her put her hands on the door as if she is about to get searched by a cop. J pulls her pants down, exposing her thong, ass and legs.  He reached around and started to unbutton her blouse.  He observes his pale white gift with laced trimmings from behind. J opens her bra and slides them down to top off the pile of clothes by the box.  His hands trail her body from neck to knee then he gropes and slaps both her ass cheeks so good they immediate turned light red.  Her thong was still on, slid to the side from the previous maneuver and she could feel some her juices touch her thigh.  

J pressed against her body and she realizes his robe was now off because she felt him fully erect and pressing on her ass. This made her go crazy because now all she wants to do is see it, feel it, suck it, fuck it. His hands roams her body, reaches up and slides his fingers in her hair slowly, but then makes a full fist of hair and drags her to his living room. She felt the pressure guide her to get on her knees.  She complies.  He's still behind her all this time and she waited for him to walk around and face her again, this time looking up at her dominator.  A few steps bring him in front of her, looking up at him, but now, looking directly at her was his full hard cock.  She reached up and grabbed it with one hand, then two, she squeezed it and felt how hard it was, for her. She stroked it then looked up at him as if waiting for permission to taste it.  His eyes stared with ownership and expectation.  She kissed it, the top, the side, the other side then she spit on it and slid it in her mouth. The shower fresh taste all for her. He leaned his head back and she started fucking him with her mouth.  Her hunger and excitement showed.  She wanted it all, and she tried.  He soon grabbed the two sides of her head he started fucking her face almost aggressively.  A week's worth of sexual tension, exploding in his hips.  Spit drooled down her chest as they fed on each other.

Then, just as before, J pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her shoulders and moved her up on the couch, pushed her to sit down and kneeled between her legs and pull her thong more to the side.  It was his turn to feast.  Again, the mouth she watched all week, finally on her. She watched as he kissed, licked and sucked her, she looked down his body and saw his long muscular back, his arms wrapped around each thigh and his head working back and forth, up and down, side to side. His tongue and his mouth fully pressed and driving her crazy through three orgasms.  

He pulls away slightly out of breath and again, almost aggressively flips her to kneel in the couch.  It was a centered living room so as she clung to the top of the couch feeling him peel down her thong, she got a look at this place and she stared as her head and body moved with the motion of being disrobed.  J, straddles her on the couch, he gropes and smacks her ass again.  Then she feels one hand grip her waist and the other guide his dick right up insider her slowly.  The heat, made him gasp, her wetness made it easy and they both start to groan as he started going in and out.  The waves on her ass start slowly but pick up as he grips her body and drives his pleasure into hers. They become animals.  As their bodies collide from the pounding, slapping sounds start to emanate the room, dancing with moans and rough breathing.  She couldn't cling anymore and was hanging off the top of the couch as he was pile driving her. Shivering orgasms exposed her pleasure. The last flip was J twirling her back to a sitting position and exploding all over he face, she helped stroke out every last drop and swallowed what made it into her mouth.  Their eyes met again as she soothed his dick in her mouth with ropes of cum on her cheeks, nose and forehead. J, leaned in, used his same right hand on her throat but softly this time. Guided her head up and kissed her a little.

Shiya took a quick shower and went home. The experience had her spinning on the inside so much, and had her so turned on, she went right home and fucked Michael, then woke him up later that night and fucked him again.  She started teaching him how to be more aggressive with her, and even got a custom collar made.  J, never came back on Monday as the project was over, so she never saw him again. For a long time after, when Michael had his hand on her throat when they made love, it brought her back to that night.  Now she was the happiest she could be.