One shots: Femdom erotica 18+

POV: Damian

Rolling my shoulders, I tried to shake out the tension from the day.

My mother had been staying with me for the past week, her constant nagging about my life culminating in an ambush earlier this evening.

She was trying to push some ambitious blonde on me, like being with a random gold-digger would fix my life.

I hated dating. Dating as Damian Fortier, Billionaire, essentially guaranteed they were only after one thing. My money.

Sighing, I took another gulp of whiskey. Feeling sorry for myself was not going to help.

Fuck me. The gorgeous woman stepping into the bar might though...

Her tanned skin glimmered slightly in the low light of the bar, deep red dress sticking to her every curve. Damn.

I straightened and watched as she scanned the room. Her eyes lit up as they connected with mine. As soon as she spotted me, she made her way over, smile wide as her dark curls bounced around her shoulders.

Not giving me a second to respond, she lent in and kissed my cheek. Her scent surrounded me, warming and soft. “Hi! James, right? I’m Anya. So sorry I’m late.”

Settling on the stool next to me, she crossed her legs and placed one foot between where mine were resting at the bottom of my seat. It was intimate, and fucking sexy.

I watched as she gestured for the bartender, the exaggerated curve of her hips making my hands twitch as she leant over the bar slightly.

She ordered the same whiskey that I was drinking, and another for me. Her hand was resting gently on the outside of my knee while she spoke with the bartender, awareness spreading through my body at the light touch.

Then she turned her full attention back to me, smiling again.

“I love this. I started salivating as soon as I saw they had Bowmore. This place was a good pick. Thank you.”

I coughed and decided to just go with it. She clearly thought this was a date...though why a woman like her would ever need a blind set up was beyond me.

“It’s my favourite place.” By which I meant I owned it. “You know your whiskey”.

She laughed “Not really. I love whiskey, but I don’t know enough. I went to the Islay festival a few months ago, it was fantastic.”

“The Jazz festival in Scotland? I’ve always wanted to go. It’s one of my passions but...”

But what? I never had time to do anything I really liked.

That smile again. Fuck, she was beautiful. “It’s a bucket list type of thing, I know what you mean.”

The next hour was without doubt the best date of my life. She was confident, cheeky, sexy...why was she on a blind date?

Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked her how she’d recognised me.

I almost regretted asking when her face darkened, and she leaned in closer, squeezing high on my inner thigh. Thumb rubbing perilously close to my cock. “Rachel said you were the kind of mountain I’d like to climb.”

I was almost forty and I fucking blushed.

Choking on my drink, and spluttering like a teenager.

Shit, my cock also started to swell as she squeezed my thigh again, her thumb lightly bumping over my length before she withdrew and smiled at me like a little devil.

Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and back up, biting her lip to stop the smirk.

Jesus Christ.

I was still recovering when her phone rang, too slow to stop her from answering "It’s my SOS call, don’t worry - I’m having fun.”

That was not why I was worried.

Her eyes snapped to mine after a few seconds, and she frowned before turning to peer out of the window.

Following her gaze I saw a tall football-player type standing outside the Italian restaurant across the street. Fuck. I’d been made.

“I’m still here. Yeah, I see him. Ok, love you sweetheart. Thanks again.”

Silence stretched between us as she stood, passing a few large notes to the bar staff to close out the tab and thanking him.

Her eyes were scolding me, giving off total schoolteacher vibes, and intensifying my embarrassment.

Again, not giving me a chance to speak, she pressed a kiss into my cheek. One hand slipped into my open jacket, a sharp nail scraping down the centre of my nipple as she spoke against my ear. “That was very, very naughty.”

Then she just left.

She walked straight across the road, kissed the fucking jock on the cheek and went inside with him. Moments later, and they sat in the window.

Her gaze caught mine before an elegant hand moved to caress his arm. Jealousy, like I’d never felt before, burned through me.

Thankfully, her interest - whether real, or just to tease me - faded within a few minutes. I watched in amusement as he shooed away the wine list, saying something that had her physically recoiling.

He obviously ordered for her too, and I had to chuckle when dry-looking chicken breast came out. Her gaze flicked to mine with a ‘what the fuck’ look. Ha! She hated him.

He left the table, and she called the waiter over. They exchanged some smiles, and she passed some notes to him with a wink.

My gut clenched. Did she have to flirt with everyone?

Ten minutes later, and the date was over. The Jock fucking let her pay the bill, what kind of man doesn’t at least offer to split? He just ignored the bill, getting up to leave before she’d even had a chance to settle it. What a loser.

I’d already called my driver, and he collected me before pulling up outside the restaurant. Just in time.

“Hey, Anya!” She spotted me straight away, bending over to inspect the car.

“Ah...so whiskey man has a limo. Why am I not surprised?”

She was teasing me, her eyes bright with laughter. She didn’t walk off though, and taking that as an invitation, I opened the door for her “Let me take you home.”

The laugh was loud, and I felt my cheeks colouring yet again as her shoulders shook in amusement “Very bold of you sir. I’m pretty sure soliciting is illegal...”

I shook my head at her, the laugh infectious “You know what I mean. Let me drive you home. I need to apologise.”

She chewed on her lip, looking away before fixing on me again. “You don’t need to apologise. Our ‘fake’ date was much more fun than the set up.”

“I know. I was watching.”

Her dark smile sent another shock of arousal through me, “I know you were.”

“Did he really order you plain chicken and vegetables.....in an Italian restaurant?”

She grinned, clutching her to-go bag “I have the real goodies here though, so I’m good.”

I could smell the tomato sauce, maybe she’d share...“Come on, let me drive you. We can...”

Make out like teenagers.

“Talk”.

She considered me for a moment. “Ok. I’m staying at The Draper tonight.”

Instead of sitting next to me, or climbing to the side seats, she surprised me again by placing her jacket on the floor and kneeling in front of me.

Hands pressing firmly into my legs, trailing immediate heat from my knees to inner thighs as I scrambled to close the door.

Fucking temptress.

“Give me your cock.”

“What?”

“You heard me. What? I’ve always wanted to suck someone off in a limo.” She tilted her head “Or did you really just want to talk?”

My dick jumped, catching her eye which then twinkled in amusement as she moved to palm over it. Shit. She was serious.

Pressing the button to close the divide, I instructed the driver to take the slow route to her hotel and put some music on.

He’d better fucking not spy on this.

She still sat between my legs, pushing them slightly wider to make more space for herself.

As the divide snapped, she sat back and bit her lip, “I’m waiting.”

Without taking my eyes off her I unbuckled my belt and undid the zip, releasing my already-hardening cock for her.

“Mmmm, perfect.” I felt her pull the belt free from my pants, wrapping it around her hand as she took me fully into her mouth.

She held it deep, tongue flicking over me and drawing all my blood south. Oh shit.

I took a breath in as I felt myself growing to push down her throat. She choked and pulled back, licking up my now fully-hard length, before giving the head a few wet kisses.

Fuck. This was crazy.

Fingers curled into the waist band of my pants and tugged, so I lifted my hips to allow her to pull them down. She did it all while sucking the life out of me.

Alternating licks and sucks, milking me. Jesus. I’d never been blown so good.

Leather pressed into the skin just under my shirt as she looped the belt back around my waist, and tugged on it hard to pull me right down to the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck.” My hips bucked as she pushed all the way down on me again. Again and again. I’d never been this deep in a woman’s throat. It was tight and hot and... “Oh Fuck!"

My head fell back against the seat as she alternated deep and shallow sucks, hard and soft. My toes curled as I tried really hard not to cum too soon.

I felt her snake the belt around my wrists, restraining my movement. My throat worked as I tried to take in the shock of pleasure I felt at being suddenly bound.

She tightened the leather and pressed the buckle into one of my hands, and the end of the belt into the other.

The action trapped my arms close to my sides. “Hold these for me. I need my hands free”.

Jesus. This woman...

I’d never even consider being tied before, but here I was. Fucking loving it.

Her bag was on the seat next to me, and while one hand followed her mouth, pumping up and down my length, the other clipped the purse open and pulled a condom out.

Yes please.

“Fuck baby. Are you going to ride me right here? That’s so fucking hot.”

Those seductive eyes were back, locked to mine as she slowly pulled her lips off my cock. Kneeling back, she pumped my length as she considered me.

“No. But I really like giving pleasure. You ok with some ass play?”

She kept her eyes on me as she sucked one of my balls into her hot mouth, pushing in close as she let her tongue run over my taint in one long sweep.

“Oh. Oh.” Tingles followed the path of her tongue, one hand still twisting up and down my shaft and keeping me on edge. I gulped as I took her in. Temptress was right.

She licked a path back up my cock, dropping spit onto the head and working it in with her hand as she waited for an answer.

I nodded, “If...if you like it.”

Truth was, I’d never experienced it. The way she slipped the condom onto two fingers, sucking on them for lubrication, made me think she had.

She spat on my cock again, and her wet mouth descended at the same time that I felt her fingers pressing into me.

I was right, she knew exactly what she was doing. There was no pain, only white-hot pleasure. Her fingers found a spot a few inches inside me and my head fell back again as she circled it, eyes shut tight to keep from coming immediately.

Fuck me, that felt good.

I had never had to work so hard to not cum. I couldn’t keep it up for long. A fire started to burned from my toes, flooding my body with tingles as it spread slowly through me.

“Anya, oh Fuck Anya”. Despite her mouth being full of my cock, I could see the smirk on her lips as she sucked me slightly harder. “I’m right there.”

She hummed in approval and the vibration was all I needed. Pleasure burst out of me, my body shaking with it as I groaned loudly. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but I couldn’t keep it all in.

“Anya. Oh, fuck yes.”

I felt her throat constrict around me, choking lightly as my cum filled her up.

My eyes bugged as she dragged her lips off my cock, then opened her mouth to display a mouthful of cum.

She rolled it around her tongue before swallowing and licking her lips.

God forgive me. I am going to marry this woman.

“We’re two minutes out boss.” The loud crackle of the intercom snapped me out of my trance.

Shit.

With shaking hands, I pulled free of the restraints, tugged my pants up and fastened them. All while trying to catch my breath.

I was a mess. My body still humming with the aftershocks of that intense release.

Chuckling to myself, I wiped sweat from my brow and let out a long breath. “Wow.”

In contrast, she looked the picture of innocence. Jacket slung elegantly over her shoulders, bag on her lap.

Like she hadn’t just swallowed the biggest load of cum I’d ever produced...

“Anya...that was amazing.”

Amazing didn’t cover it. Life-changing was closer to the truth.

The car jerked to a stop, and we both looked out of the window. Her hotel. We were there already.

She started to move past me and my hand went to her throat. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Wrong move.

Anya jerked my hand off with an angry look, kneeling between my legs and using both her hands to constrict my breathing.

“Never grab a woman’s throat if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

She frowned, tilting her head to consider me. “I was going to invite you up, but I think we’ll end the night here.”

I felt my eyebrows crease, damn it. “I’m sorry Anya. I didn’t mean to hurt you?”

She shook her head and released me. “You didn’t hurt me.”

She gathered her bags, then reached for the door and opened it. Stepping out, she turned and pressed a kiss to my cheek, “Goodbye, blue eyes. I had fun.”