Dominator – Chivalry and Power

Roberta Valente

Mischa was feeling strange. She couldn't understand what was happening to her body. Last night had been different. She had been introduced to a world she didn't know. A world that dazzled her. That also intrigued her with its hidden desires. The previous day had been a normal workday for her. Although her body craved attention, she managed to get through it calmly. She arranged to go out with her friends after work. Fridays were a busy day at the club's bar, where there was always a lot of conversation and fun.

Mischa enjoyed the fast-paced life. She liked feeling the warmth of people. After her separation, she was never interested in anyone again. She always preferred the company of her friends.

Having a lukewarm or casual relationship with a man was not part of her plans.

Alex, her friend and confidante, tried to convince her that she needed something more exciting, more intense than lukewarm men. Mischa knew that Alex and her boyfriend had a different, unusual sex life. And she tried to convince her that this was what she needed. She felt chills at the sexual adventures Alex recounted. She was afraid to admit to herself that the stories excited her much more than she wanted to admit.

The club was much busier than usual that night. Many new people were frequenting the bar. Alex ran into an old friend, Leon. He used to go to the same brothels as she and Robert, her boyfriend. They hadn't seen each other in a long time. She knew he was in a relationship and that's why he'd been keeping his distance.

Leon was blond, with sparkling blue eyes and a well-maintained physique. Mischa glanced at the man who was chatting distractedly. She saw something different in him. Even with all the friendliness emanating from his vibrant smile, there was something much stronger behind Leon.

Her very short hair, light makeup, and discreet accessories gave her a youthful air, even though she was nearing fifty. Jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers accentuated her well-defined figure. She never went without them, especially her sneakers, or at most flats on very hot days. She had a habit of sitting on one foot, which was easy, since she never skipped the gym. And that's how she was dressed when Alex brought his friend over to introduce her.

Taken by surprise, her cheeks flushed and her body trembled. She hated herself. She had always been in control, and now she felt like a teenager. Leon stared at her. She felt exposed. For a moment, she imagined he had read her thoughts and froze. He gently kissed her hand. She felt the hairs on her body stand on end and her heart raced. He was definitely reading her thoughts. His hand now pressed lightly against hers. Mischa knew she was in trouble.

"Mischa, this is Leon, a great friend," said Alex.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful girl," Leon said immediately afterward. His throat was now dry, and the words barely came out.

Mischa, nice to meet you.

"Not so young anymore," she said, feeling foolish.

Robert called Alex over, and the two stood there talking for a while. Mischa wasn't comfortable with the man's penetrating gaze. His domineering look robbed her of the strength to react. She was happy when they called her. She ran off, like a child fleeing in fear. At the end of the night, Alex and Robert convinced her to accept Leon's ride. She resisted as much as she could, but she had no choice. She was getting a ride and had no more excuses to refuse.

Leon was not your average man. His irresistible charm, firm words, and all his kindness were unusual. The man who kissed her hand, opened the car door, pulled out her chair, and stood up every time she stood up was unlike any other man she had ever met.

"Please," he said, gesturing for her to get in the car.

"Thank you," Mischa said almost in a whisper.

They remained silent for almost the entire journey. Few words were exchanged, nothing that could indicate any desire on either side.

Mischa's house wasn't large, but it was pleasing to the eye. The old architecture gave the small house an air of romance.

Leon stopped the car in front of the gate. He got out, opened the door, and offered her his hand for support. His hands, warm and soft like hers, conveyed security and possession. His firm gestures made her body tremble. She shuddered. What was happening?

"Good evening, Leon! Thank you for the ride," she said, quickly letting go of his hands.

I wouldn't know how to explain the tremor if he asked.

Good evening, Mischa! Do you have any plans tomorrow night?

He spoke, not believing his own words. "No," Mischa said, perplexed by the unexpected question.

Do you like to dance?

The question came out a bit awkwardly. He didn't want to miss the moment. Perhaps it was the only opportunity to get to know her better. He knew that behind so much coldness there was someone who would surprise him.

"Yes, I like it very much," he said in a dry tone, which came out unintentionally.

Want to go out for dinner tomorrow? I know a place with good food and good music, if you like jazz!

She expected a response: "No, thank you for the invitation, but I remembered I have an appointment."

"What time?" The answer came out in a trembling sound, which by this point she could no longer disguise.

Leon sensed her distress and couldn't resist. He took her in his arms. She didn't refuse. She clung to him with burning desire. Mischa received his tongue with hers. The flavors mingled. She felt his hands caressing her firm breasts.

- Ahhh!!! Don't stop! She said, pulling him closer.

"Good girl!" His firm voice echoed in her ear. His hands were already between her legs.

We need to go inside or we'll do something crazy out here.

Mischa spoke, pulling him by the hand. She opened the door with trembling hands as he pressed his body against hers.

The door opened and the key fell to the floor. She kicked it aside. Then she heard:

Take off your pants, Mischa. I want to see you naked.

The voice came like an order, which she promptly obeyed. She wanted to do it. She was soaked between her legs. Her body throbbed.

- Take it easy, breathe. Leon watched her as the orders were given.

She wanted to obey. She needed to. Her body burned with desire.

"My girl! You're beautiful!" He spoke casually, but fire emanated from his blue eyes.

She could feel the heat emanating from him. His scent intoxicated her.

The clothes were scattered on the floor. And he just stared at her.

- Touch yourself, Mischa. Come on, I want to see.

The order came from him again. She wanted to do what he commanded. Her head was spinning, her thoughts and desires mixed together. He was in control. Everything happened so fast. He made her world crumble. She didn't recognize herself. Who was this man? The answers wouldn't come. She couldn't concentrate.

- Sit on the sofa, Mischa. Open your legs for me. I want you to do it. Do you want to do it, Mischa?

- I want to. - Do you want to obey me?

- Yes.

Place your fingers on the clitoris and move them in a circular motion.

What was happening? She was soaked. She'd never felt like this before. He had her under his control in minutes. It didn't matter. She wanted him to continue.

- Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

- Come on, girl! Come for me. Do you want to come for me?

- Yes - Tell me, Mischa.

-He wants?

- I want to. Her voice was barely audible, her body writhing with pleasure.

He just watched. He hadn't touched her yet. And yet he had already made her collapse. Sink to the bottom.

Now turn around, Mischa. Lean on the sofa. Do you want a spanking, Mischa? Do you want a slap, girl?

For a moment she was afraid of what was to come. But it didn't matter, she wanted it. Her legs trembled and were soaked with lust, making her want more of him. She wanted everything from that man. He dominated her without touching her. He made her orgasm with just his words.

- Mischa wants to answer.

- Yes.

Say yes, I want to get hit.

- Yes, I want to be spanked. Then his hands firmly touched her buttocks, squeezing them with his fingertips. She writhed in pain. She didn't care, she wanted more.

"Breathe, Mischa. Deeply. Slowly. Concentrate on your breathing. Focus only on your breathing." She tried to breathe slowly and deeply. It was difficult. She wanted to succeed.

Come on, girl, trust me. I'll take care of you. Trust me. Do you trust me?

- Yes, I trust you. Her voice barely came out. Tears were almost rolling down her face. She held them back. She focused on her breathing. She began to calm down. Her breathing was slow and deep.

She spaced out for a moment. She felt the pain of a hard slap. Then another and another. Then the pressure lessened. She was stunned. She didn't recognize herself. She was humiliated, on the floor. But her insides wanted more. She felt the desire bursting forth between one slap and another. Now, his hands caressed the redness from the slaps. The movements were light.

"Are you alright, Mischa? Are you alright, my girl?" His voice was soothing to her ears.

Mischa?

- Yes I am.

Do you want more, girl?

I didn't know why I wanted it. I wanted more. I wanted to enjoy it more. I desperately needed it.

- Open your legs, girl. Lean back on the sofa and relax. It'll only hurt a little. You're soaked, girl. Breathe like I taught you, come on.

She controlled her breathing. She calmed herself. She didn't know what was coming. But whatever it was, she wanted it. She felt his hands caressing her. On her buttocks, moving down to her legs. Then she felt the force of a finger opening her, then two. Three. She leaned her body back against his.

"Are you alright, young lady?" His voice was soothing to her ears.

- I am.

Do you want me to stop?

No. She didn't want him to stop. She was about to climax. She didn't want him to stop now.

- Ouch!

No Mischa, not now.

She needed it, she needed it now.

No, not now. That was an order. She would obey. Leon was naked.

She hadn't noticed him taking off his clothes. She was lost in her emotions.

- Now, girl. I felt his strength between her buttocks. He played with her wetness. He rubbed his entire erection against her entrance. Mischa needed him inside her.

- Ouch!

"Eat me, Leon, I need it." Her voice was breathless.

"Now Mischa, come on girl." He entered her completely, filling her in one go.

She received him with all the desire that pulsed within her. The back and forth didn't stop. They were long and delicious.

- Come for me, girl, come on. Mischa, you're mine. It's Mischa, say it. Say I'm your owner, girl.

"You are my owner, Leon. I am yours." Tears streamed down her face. She felt devastated. The man's words and gestures had brought her to rock bottom. She didn't recognize herself. But for the first time, she was truly satisfied.

- Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii

When he sensed her complete satisfaction, he ordered her to do something she had never done before. Something new and indecent for many women, but no longer for her.

Open your mouth, Mischa. I'm going to fill it with all my milk. You're going to swallow it, girl. Come on.

She felt his fluid flooding her mouth. Tears were still streaming down her face. She had never been lost to any man before. Now everything was different. Everything was new. Everything was good.

Are you alright, girl? Tell me.

The tears wouldn't stop. She was ashamed for being satisfied.

- You almost hit rock bottom, Mischa. It's normal to feel this way. I'll take care of you, girl.

He embraced her with all his affection. He held her close in his arms. She was sobbing.

I couldn't speak.......