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The message kept running through his mind. Was it a prank? Who sent it? What did it mean? He had picked up the phone to call the number several times. Each time he had paused, unwilling to make a fool of himself.
The envelope had arrived at his office several days ago with no return address. Opening it, he discovered a cream note card with a plain black border. Written on the card in a feminine hand was a cryptic message. It read:
“William, I know what you need.”
A phone number was written under the single line of text. He almost threw it in the trash, but at the last moment he dropped it into his desk drawer, and continued sorting out those items that required his immediate attention.
Now, after almost a week of it preying on his mind, he decided he had to find out what the message meant. If it made him a laughingstock, so be it. At least he would be able to sleep again. He picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card.
A throaty, feminine voice answered. “William, you got my card.”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to learn more?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.” The drone of a dial tone filled the silence before he could form a reply. He called the number repeatedly for the next two weeks. There was no answer. After that, he received a recorded message indicating the number was no longer in service.
William cursed as he saw the red and blue lights ignite behind him. Pulling to the curb, he reached for his registration in the glove compartment. As he did so, a uniformed policewoman stepped up to his side of the car, holding a flashlight and said, “Sir, please step out of the vehicle.”
“What’s the problem, officer?” William asked, fishing out the registration.
“Please just step out of the car, sir,” the officer repeated. William reluctantly exited into the cold, rainy darkness.
Shining her flashlight, she directed him onto the sidewalk, then ordered, “Face the fence, and place your hands on it, away from your body.”
Stunned, William began to turn around, but the policewoman grabbed his shoulder and shoved him up against the wet chain-link fence. “Spread ‘em,” she commanded, roughly kicking his legs apart. William slowly raised his hands, confusion and annoyance warring on his face.
“Ma’am,” said William, “can you please tell me what I’ve done?”
Instead of an answer, William felt a cold steel bracelet wrap around his left wrist, then his arm was twisted behind his back. A strong hand grasped his other wrist, bringing it behind him as well, locking it into the cuff’s mate.
Alarmed, William asked, “Will you please tell me why I am being detained?”
Once again, he received no answer, as the police officer silently frisked him, relieving him of his cell phone, wallet, and car keys. “Sir, please step into the police car,” she ordered, as though she hadn’t heard a word he’d said.
Seeing no alternative, William moved toward the police cruiser. The officer opened the door and guided him into the car, making sure his head did not connect with the doorframe. After he was seated in the back of the car with the door closed, the woman took his keys and locked the car, then returned to her cruiser. She took a deep, steadying breath. Months of work and planning had gone into this traffic stop, and she was eager to learn how the subject would respond.
Uncomfortable with his hands fastened behind him, William tried again. “What precinct are you taking me to? The courthouse isn’t open this late.”
* * *
The officer smiled as she remembered the first time she saw William. It was at the District Courthouse, and he was obviously late for an appointment. Hurrying through the corridor, he brushed past her without a glance. Only feet away, he bumped into a young Asian secretary, causing her stack of papers to splash across the floor. Bending down to help retrieve the papers, he had gifted her with a perfect view of an amazing behind. Taut and sculpted without being overdone, the wool of his trousers caressed one of the best bottoms she had ever seen. Though he didn’t know it, that view of his behind had led directly to this evening.
It had taken her almost four months, but her homework had been thorough. Finding out who he was had been simple; tracking his movements and known associates had not. Slowly, key information had been gathered, and it told her what she needed to know. He was in private practice, made very good money and paid his staff generously, though he, himself, lived modestly. He was single, never married, though he had once been engaged. He gave generously to charities, especially those that supported children. He was well liked and respected by his peers. He had a married sister living in California, but no other close relatives. His parents were both deceased.
He didn’t smoke, drank in moderation, and confined his betting to wagers on Redskins games with a few close friends. He dated fairly frequently, but had no long-standing attachments. He was a Candidate, and his methodical, predictable lifestyle had yielded a treasure trove of information that she was now ready to put to use.
For instance, she knew that tonight William was on his way home to his three-bedroom house in the suburbs, where he lived alone. It was Friday night, so he would head straight home, heat up a microwave dinner, and read or watch TV. The policewoman however, had different plans for the evening. And for him.
* * *
Checking her prisoner in the rear view mirror, she continued to say nothing as she began driving to her destination. As they traveled away from the city center, towards dirtier, more rundown neighborhoods, William’s apprehension increased.
“What’s going on here?” he questioned. “Where are you taking me?” Trying to rein in his nervousness, he realized they were not going to a police station. He looked out the window again, and quickly discovered that he was lost. He had no idea where they were, and had not paid attention to how they got here.
‘Okay, think,’ he told himself. ‘What can I do to gain control of this situation?’ Locked in the back of a police cruiser with his hands cuffed behind him, William grudgingly admitted the only thing he could do was bide his time and wait for the situation to change. He was concerned, but, as usual, his curiosity was peaked. Curiosity was William’s major character flaw, and it had produced some interesting stories over the years.
Eventually, the car turned off the blacktop onto a gravel road leading to a large, dark warehouse. The building was obviously abandoned, with broken windows and ‘No Trespassing’ signs attesting to its disused state. Pulling around back, the officer parked the car next to a rear entrance, where her car and passenger were out of sight of the road.
Opening the rear door, she absentmindedly murmured, “Watch your head,” as she pulled William out of the vehicle. Reaching for something inside, she closed the door.
“Down on your knees,” she ordered him.
William looked at her as though she was out of her mind. “What? You don’t expect me to get down in that?” he asked, looking at the runnels and puddles of water and mud at his feet.
“Get down on your knees, William, or I will plant you face first in the mud,” the officer stated flatly, an edge to her voice.
Outraged, but believing her threat, William obeyed her directive, grimacing as the cold water penetrated his woolen trouser legs. Scowling at the gritty goo coating his legs and shoes, William took the opportunity to look more closely at his captor. Apparently in her late twenties or early thirties, she was about five and a half tall, and she looked strong and sturdy. She wasn’t model thin. Instead she looked soft and curvy. Her blonde hair was cut bluntly at shoulder length, and her hands looked strong and capable. Unable to determine the color of her eyes in the uncertain light, William noted a strong, heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes.
Walking around behind him, the woman reached over his head, and drew a black fabric blindfold over his eyes, fastening it securely behind his head. At the sudden loss of his sight William froze, truly panicking for the first time since this bizarre evening began.
“P-please take the blindfold off,” he whispered raggedly, “I’ll cooperate—do whatever you want.”
The policewoman knew his history, and knew this would be a difficult test for him, but she had to know whether he could control himself.
Gently caressing the nape of his neck, she responded, “Yes, William, you will. And right now, I want you to stand up. You will wear the blindfold until I decide to take it off, and you will do what you are told to do.”
Confused and frightened, William had no choice but to obey, as firm hands guided him to his feet, and began chivvying him toward the warehouse. Slowly, haltingly, William placed one foot in front of the other, expecting to fall or bang into something at any moment. It took all his concentration to rein in his panic.
They entered the building through a creaking door, and a musty smell of disuse assailed William’s senses. Quickly, she hustled him forward into the waiting jaws of an elevator. Stumbling, William gasped in pain as his elbow cracked against the adjacent wall. The elevator lurched to its feet, and began the slow ascent to the second floor. Unprepared and disoriented, William sank to his knees. Breathing hard, he struggled to control his alarm.
The elevator stopped, and he was jerked roughly through its doors. Guiding him through a maze of turns, she finally brought him to a halt and spun him around saying, “There is a chair directly behind you. Sit down.”
William bent his knees and slowly lowered himself until his thighs encountered the chair. His arms were abruptly pulled back and up, then down again, and he realized he was sitting on a straight-backed chair with his arms behind the chair back. He heard a metallic click, then the sound of her walking around in front of him. Settling himself back more comfortably, William realized his handcuffs were now somehow attached to the chair.
Heart pounding, William attempted to gain control of the situation. “So,” he said, “are we finally here? Do you feel like telling me what this is all about now, or are we going to play ‘Twenty Questions?’ I’m obviously not able to play ‘Charades’ at the moment.”
“Very good, William,” she murmured, pleased at his response. “It is time for some answers, so here they are. First, we are in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. There is no one here but us; no one will hear you shout. Next, as long as you behave and follow instructions, you will not be harmed. And last, when this is all over, you will be returned to your car and permitted to go on your way.”
“Who are you? What do you want from me? Is it money?”
“My name? Tonight I am the ‘Mistress of your Fate’. As for what I want from you…” She straddled his lap, cradled his face in her hands, and lowered her mouth to his, planting a soft, heated kiss on his lips, “it’s not money.”
Startled, William pulled his head back, then submitted to the probing of her tongue, allowing her to deepen the gentle kiss. Taken aback by her actions, William waited warily for what would happen next. ‘This has got to be the strangest night of my life,’ William thought to himself. But at least it didn’t look like he was in any immediate danger.
The Mistress smiled, watching the consternation and confusion flit across William’s expressive face. Leaning back, she unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid it off his shoulders, bunching the sleeves tightly against his wrists and the handcuffs. Next, she loosened and removed his conservative silk tie, dropping it carelessly on the floor beside them. Finally, she untucked and began unbuttoning his white cotton shirt.
“Uh, just what do you think you are doing?” William asked in his most formidable courtroom voice.
Unfazed, she replied, “I’m having my way with you.”
Nonplussed, William had no comeback for the bald statement and lapsed back into silence. He supposed her reply made as much sense and anything else that had happened tonight. Although he was beginning to wonder if he had missed a rabbit hole around here somewhere.
Finishing her task and likewise bunching the shirt against his wrists and forearms, the Mistress exposed his lean, well-muscled chest. His nipples hardened immediately from the exposure and the cool air.
At five feet ten inches tall, William was almost face to face with her as she sat in his lap. His curly blond hair was expensively cut, and his light golden skin was without mark or suntan line.
“What—” William began.
She cut him off. “Shh,” she said, placing her finger to his lips. “No more questions.”
So far, she was delighted with William’s compliance. It would take time to learn his strengths and weaknesses, but his adaptability was already impressive. Yes, she had found a good Candidate. He was worth the time this was going to take.
She trailed her lips across the strong line of his jaw and nibbled on the sensitive skin below his ear. Moaning in response, William arched his head away from her, unwittingly exposing his throat to her tender mercies. Taking advantage, she trailed her tongue down to the hollow of his throat and across his collarbone.
Blind, he felt every soft nuance of her caresses, her warm breath teasing his skin. William reflected that he had never known how sensitive his skin was, but was finding out at a very inconvenient time. Against his will, he hardened, pressing against her thigh. Chuckling low in her throat, the Mistress shifted her attentions lower down his chest, her soft hands lightly caressing and leading the way, her hot breath and soft lips following their path.
First licking and then blowing on each nipple, she watched as they puckered in response. William sucked in a sharp breath as the sensation rippled all the way down to his groin. She noted his soft sigh, and bent down to catch one nipple between her teeth. Gently nipping him, she suckled softly, drawing a deep moan from his throat. Turning to the other nipple, she offered it the same treatment, causing William to shift against the chair.
She slowly moved down across his rippling abdomen, which he contracted as he sucked in another breath. William’s arms jerked reflexively, his breathing becoming more rapid, as she continued.
Eventually tracing the column of soft golden hairs that disappeared beneath his belt buckle, she turned her attention to William’s obvious erection. Gently gliding her hand over him, she could feel through the wool fabric that he was both well endowed and eager for her.
William hissed in pleasure and shifted his hips, pressing himself against her hand. Slowly caressing him, she felt him jerk and harden from her ministrations. Aroused and confused, William remained silent, afraid speaking would bring this unbelievable interlude to an end. All thought of controlling events had flown from his distracted mind as he lost himself in sensation.
Finally, the Mistress reached down, undid his waistband and opened his fly. Reaching one hand inside the folds of fabric, she cradled him gently in one hand. William sighed and arched his back, pressing his hips up and forward. Grinning, the Mistress released him and reached for the waistband of his pristine white jockey shorts. “Lift your hips for me, William,” she breathed. As he did so, she slid his trousers and shorts down around his ankles, and looked upon him for the first time. Living up to his promise, he was long and thick, and fully aroused. Rising out of a bed of dark blonde curls, he strained with desire. Engulfing him in her hands, she slowly stroked his satiny length. His gut tightened and he hissed as he inhaled in pleasure.
“What do you want, William,” she asked.
“You.”
“Be more specific. What do you want?”
‘What I want is for you to take these damn cuffs off me so I can throw you to the ground and fuck your brains out,’ William thought to himself. “I want to have sex with you,” he replied instead.
“Very well, William.” She was pleased with his responsiveness so far, and wanted to begin conditioning him with rewards for good behavior. She unbuttoned her uniform shirt and pressed herself against him until his face lay in the valley between her breasts.
William inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her deeply, as he pressed his lips against her silky skin. He felt the lace of her bra graze his cheek as she caught her breath in response. He placed another kiss on her heated skin before she drew back from him.
A moment later he heard the distinctive sound of a foil wrapper being torn open, and then felt the cool touch of a condom as it was rolled down his length. Removing her trousers, the Mistress quickly straddled him, and lowered herself one inch at a time onto his bulging length. Gritting his teeth, William fought to hold it together. God, she was hot and tight. She slid smoothly and evenly up and down his length in a slow rhythm designed to drive him insane. Snapping his hips, William tried to drive into her harder, but she stopped and placed a hand on his chest.
“No, William, I’m driving, not you.”
Leaning back, William reluctantly allowed her to set the pace. It started out as an excruciatingly slow grind, as she rotated her hips above his in a way that tantalized but did not satisfy. Slowly she shifted into a rocking pattern and picked up speed. As her breathing and heartbeat increased, so did his need. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips up to meet her stroke for stroke. She rode him with increasing abandon until she cried out, shuddered and fell over the precipice into her climax. Straining to join her, William drove himself deeper into her, but again she placed her hand on his chest. “No, William,” she said breathlessly. He tried again, but she rose up off him, leaving him unsatisfied and bewildered.
“Have I done something wrong?” William asked, perplexed.
“If you want your own satisfaction, William, you must ask me for it,” the Mistress replied.
“Huh?”
“If you want me to satisfy you, William, you must ask for it. Say, ‘Please, Mistress, grant me my release,’” she instructed.
Thunderstruck, William’s mind went blank. He had never been in a situation like this one. “Please,” he begged.
“No, William. You must ask me for your release.”
Grudgingly giving in, William muttered, “Please, Mistress.”
“William, you can do better than that. If you want to come, you will beg ‘Please, Mistress, grant me my release,’” the Mistress insisted.
Gritting his teeth, William finally got the formula out in a manner acceptable to her. At once, she reached down and stripped off the condom.
“Hey,” William cried.
“Shh,” she whispered, placing her fingers against his lips. Kneeling down in front of him, she gently pressed his thighs farther apart, exposing him completely to her gaze. Cupping his buttocks in her hands, she pulled him to her, then leaned forward and gently licked him. William jumped in surprise, then relaxed as she continued to use short, soft, kitten licks all around and under his soft sac. He groaned as she gently sucked him into her mouth, first one side, then the other, her tongue swirling around him, tasting him for the first time. Shifting his hips forward, he strained to give her complete access.
The Mistress continued to take her time, licking every square centimeter of the tender area before finally moving up to the base of his shaft. Again, she softly, slowly licked her way from the base of his shaft to its tip, then swirled her tongue around him playfully. Clenching his hands, William was wild with need. He had never been this aroused in his life.
“Please, I can’t stand any more,” he pleaded.
Grinning, she decided he had had enough for his first time, and, forming a tight little O with her lips, she plunged down his shaft. Gasping, William stiffened at the wonderful feel of her mouth on him. Never had a blowjob felt this good. Using long, swift strokes, she milked him, her tongue all the while swirling around the sensitive under side of his length. When William finally found his release, she continued to suck him, intensifying the sensation.
Shuddering from the aftereffects of the most powerful climax of his life, William lay limp against the chair. Exhausted and gasping, he was unable to move or speak.
The Mistress stayed still, watching him, a small smile of triumph curving her lips. He was so responsive. She was looking forward to their future encounters.
Leaning up, she nudged his lips apart with her tongue, and plunged into his mouth with the most erotic kiss he had ever experienced. Her tongue taking control, she masterfully explored every crevice of his mouth, leaving him breathless and dizzy.
Abandoning his mouth to don her clothing, she waited for his breathing and heartbeat to return to normal, then she silently began dressing him. Once his tie was replaced and his suit jacket buttoned, she released the lock attaching his handcuffs to the chair and helped him to rise. She guided him back through the building and out to the police car. It had stopped raining, but the wind was cold, and she quickly deposited him in the back, then gained the driver’s seat.
Still bemused from his experience, William was content to rest in silence, not even curious where she was taking him. He had plenty to occupy his thoughts during the ride. Chief among them whether he was dreaming or not. Eventually she stopped the car and led him out and up onto a sidewalk.
“Kneel,” she ordered, and he obediently complied. Leaning down, she placed her hand on the back of his neck, kissed him tenderly, and then released his wrists. “Until next time,” she whispered.
By the time he realized she was leaving and removed the blindfold, all he saw was a police cruiser pulling back into the late evening traffic.
Sighing, William stood up and found his keys, phone, and wallet had all been returned to his suit pockets. On automatic pilot, he got into the car and began his drive home, wondering at the events of the evening. Most of all, he wondered if her parting words were a promise.
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